PFC Chapter 657 Successful Landing
Chapter 657 Successful Landing
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Jiaolong Regiment sent the last telegram from Beichenghuang Island and set off. Before returning, the two warships will implement radio silence at the same time.
Chen Feng was in agony in the communications room. Although Wang Dalei had been a captain of the Fengtian Navy and was very familiar with the other side of the coast, threats were everywhere. Japanese warships, sea waves, and underwater reefs could pose dangers at any time.
"Captain, the Second Regiment Commander of the New Fourth Division, Qu Zexin, sent a secret message. Commander Shen boarded the warship for the last time and left a will. If anything happens to the Jiaolong Regiment, all sequences of the New Fourth Division will be incorporated into the Yimeng Guerrillas."
Chen Feng was suddenly shocked. Shen Honglie was so determined! He thought that marching into the Northeast was his own guide, but he didn't expect that he had such a strong desire in his heart. He was risking his life! Whether he boarded the ship or not would not affect any outcome, but he still went up without hesitation. I don't know why Wang Dalei didn't stop him. Doesn't he understand the seriousness of the matter?
Now that the Jiaolong Regiment cannot be contacted, Chen Feng has no choice but to continue waiting anxiously. From Beichenghuang Island to Jinhu Mountain is the best route planned by Chen Feng, the Jiaolong Regiment and the New Fourth Division. The farther it is, the safer it is. However, the Jiaolong Regiment does not have time to travel back and forth. Once their whereabouts are exposed during the day, there is no doubt that the two warships will never return.
On the cruiser, Wang Dalei accompanied Shen Honglie and Shen Zizhong to stand on the deck to enjoy the breeze. Shen Honglie held a cigarette in his mouth and thought about his brother's reaction after receiving the telegram. He must have been surprised by him!
"Da Lei, what expression do you think my brother will have when he receives the telegram?"
Wang Dalei didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"Commander Shen, I'm bound to be scolded when I go back because of what you did. I think the captain wants to kill me."
"That's not the case. I forced you to do it. I will explain it to my brothers when we get back. I'm not afraid of death. My reinforced regiment has 5,000 people, and your Jiaolong regiment has two warships and more than 600 people. Such a military operation is no easier than attacking Qingdao City! Although I can't help if you come, I will be worried if you don't come."
In addition to the three people chatting, there were also densely packed soldiers sitting on the deck, and military supplies were also piled on it. They had to land when they docked, and the landing time could not be too long. It would be a waste of time to put the supplies in the cabin and move them back and forth.
"Respect yourself. No one can help you when you get there. Whether you can be a dragon or a tiger will depend on your performance. Don't be impatient in the early stage. Recruit more soldiers and buy more food. I hope that within a year, you can mobilize tens of thousands of troops."
"Don't worry, Master! I know what to do."
Shen Honglie patted Shen Zizhong on the shoulder. This nephew had always been by his side and was closer to him than a son. His old brother passed away early and he raised the child by himself. Apart from Zizhong, no one else could be entrusted with such a plan. They had to take away three thousand yellow croakers alone. Anyone would inevitably be greedy.
At 11:30 p.m., the two warships approached Jinhushan Beach. The coast was very narrow, but fortunately the waters were deep near the coast, so the warships could get within a hundred meters of the coast.
Several small boats could only be used to transport weapons and equipment, and all the soldiers had to swim armed. Fortunately, after a long period of training, a distance of one hundred meters was a piece of cake for them.
The atmosphere was very tense, with people fearing that fire would suddenly be heard from somewhere, and then sounds would be heard and shells would explode. Everything was done silently. At one o'clock in the morning, the last batch of equipment was unloaded. Shen Zizhong saluted the two men, said take care, turned around and jumped off the boat.
The small boats have all returned, and the two warships are collecting the landing craft while turning around and leaving as soon as possible to protect the landing team.
On the shore, Shen Zizhong watched the two black shadows leave, realizing that he had now entered a wolf's den. From now on, he had no superiors, no command, and no assistance. Everything depended on these five thousand brothers. The only things he could rely on were the weapons and equipment they brought and the three thousand large yellow croakers.
In the Mengshan communications room, Chen Feng and two communicators did not sleep all night. If they encountered an ambush, the Jiaolong Regiment would send a farewell message as soon as possible. Chen Feng stared at Li Yunyan closely, fearing that she would suddenly show any nervous expression.
"Captain, it's five o'clock, don't worry. There is no message at this time. It should be a successful landing and return."
As soon as Song Zihan finished speaking, the radio indicator light suddenly lit up, and Li Yunyan immediately went into work mode, monitoring and recording.
Chen Feng couldn't wait to finish recording and translating, so he stood behind Li Yunyan and translated the message himself.
"The landing was successful, our troops have returned and are heading straight to Qingdao."
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, their excitement evident in words.
"You two, thank you for your hard work. I'll go cook some food, let's eat together and then take a rest!"
Song Zihan naively put forward the conditions.
"Captain, I want to eat spicy chicken."
"No, I stir-fry garlic shoots from a can and roll them into pancakes."
Li Yunyan put down the receiver and stretched her waist lazily. Song Zihan suddenly put his hand under her armpit, causing her to cry out.
The chef in the kitchen was already busy. It was the first time Chen Feng came to the kitchen so early, and he thought they were still sleeping.
"Lao Zhang, so early?"
"Captain, did you get up early or didn't you sleep yet?"
"I haven't slept and have been busy all night. Cook two dishes and find me a stack of pancakes. There are three of us, so hurry up."
"Okay, Captain, you take a seat first, it will be done in ten minutes."
Chen Feng sat next to the stove smoking, while chef Lao Zhang moved the spatula up and down.
"Lao Zhang, do you get up so early every day?"
"Captain, the three of us take turns to get up early, once every three days. The dishes were prepared last night. They are very simple."
Cook Lao Zhang used to be a cook. He opened a small shop in Linyi City. Because he asked the Japanese for money when they ate there, the Japanese burned down his shop. In a fit of rage, he joined the Yimeng Guerrillas. Later, when Linyi was recaptured, he took revenge and killed seven Japanese soldiers by himself. He was also injured in the leg by a bullet. Although he recovered, he was left with a limp. He returned to his old job and continued to be a cook.
After a while, two dishes were ready, one was fried chicken breast with mushrooms, and the other was fried leeks with dried shrimps, both of which were light and refreshing.
"Captain, where are you going? I'll get you pancakes and wine."
"No need to bring wine, give it all to me! I'll hold the pancake. I've been busy lately and I dare not drink."
Chen Feng carried two plates and a stack of pancakes under his arms and ran straight to the conference room cave.
Just as he rolled a pancake, two people rushed in, and Song Zihan snatched the pancake that Chen Feng had rolled.
"We are so starving. Xiao Lu and Xiao Mu are fast asleep. We finally woke them up to take over, but you, captain, were eating secretly and didn't even wait for us."
"It was just brought over, and this is the first roll. Song girl, please be polite next time! I'm the team leader, and I should go first when there's something good going on."
Song Zihan has gotten used to the dried melon pancakes from the Yimeng Mountains. It is no longer like when she first arrived, when eating pancakes was like being tortured and her cheeks hurt from biting them. Others could eat three, but she couldn't even finish one.