My own war game

Chapter 265 Target Person
At nightfall, the sound of gunfire from the day could no longer be heard, and the chirping of insects and the howling of small animals of unknown species could be heard again in the woods.

On the dark sea, lights appeared in the distance, flickering regularly. These were the night transport destroyers sending signals to the Japanese troops on the shore. As the lights flickered, more than 20 Japanese army soldiers wearing only loincloths rushed into the sea.

"Here we go! Hurry up! Don't let the supplies drift away!" the leader shouted, then took the lead and dived into the sea to swim towards the target.

There were dozens of large round iron barrels tied together with ropes, floating towards the shore with the tide like small rafts.

This was a new method used by the Japanese army to prevent the American army from bombing transport ships - the ships did not dock, but stayed in shallow waters to put supplies into iron barrels and let them roll directly to the shore with the waves.

The method is very imaginative, but the initial transportation efficiency is not high, because these iron barrels only move in a general direction and sometimes drift very far. If they encounter ocean currents, it is normal for them to be swept back into the sea.

Therefore, the Japanese army subsequently improved this method of transportation by connecting the iron barrels together, and then letting soldiers on the shore who were good at swimming swim a distance into the sea to pull the iron barrels back from the sea.

Don't underestimate this journey. Swimming is an energy-intensive sport. The ocean currents here are unclear, and you could lose your life if you're not careful.

"Hi, Ya, Ku! Hi, Ya, Ku!" Sergeant Gu Wu, who was in the lead, urged a group of soldiers to push iron barrels from the sea to the shore, and then other people who had been waiting on the shore rushed forward to carry the supplies to various warehouses.

At this moment, a soldier in the crowd suddenly did not come up to help, but walked in the opposite direction.

"Stop! Which unit are you from? Why don't you come to help!" Sergeant Gu Wu shouted at the soldier and made him stand on the ground.

The soldier stood with his back to the crowd, his legs seeming to be shaking.

"Baka! Why don't you turn around and face your superior? Where are your manners?!" Sergeant Gu Wu yelled, his right hand already reaching for the saber beside him.

"Mr. Tani Takeshi, it looks like my people have caused you trouble!" A voice came from behind, and another man in an officer's uniform walked over, speaking Japanese with a slight Kansai accent.

The other party came over and stood facing the sergeant and said, "Gu Wujun, my people came from North China, and many of them are not used to the climate there, so they look so miserable."

Sergeant Gu Wu looked up and found that the other party's rank was second lieutenant. He seemed to recognize him, so he changed his tone and asked, "Who is this officer?"

"We are from the 3rd Battalion of the 8th Tank Regiment. I am the tank commander Hattori Heiji, and next to me is my driver Mori Kogoro. We have met before at the pre-war coordination meeting. Have you forgotten?" The man on the other side pulled over the silent soldier next to him and said, "Hey! You are causing trouble for others! Apologize quickly!"

"This..." Sergeant Gu Wu recalled carefully. He had indeed held a pre-war coordination meeting before, but there were too many people present at the time, and he couldn't remember them all. So he had to apologize, "Please forgive me for my poor eyesight and any offense!"

"No need to be like this. It's my people who are too rude." The guy in front of him named Hattori Heiji bowed to the soldier in front of him again.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Sergeant Gu Wu was stunned. The person opposite him was a guest soldier from North China, with a higher rank than himself, and a "noble" armored soldier whose origin was second only to the air warrior. He didn't expect that he would be so humble.

"In that case, please do as you please, sir. I have to go deliver supplies with the soldiers." Sergeant Gu Wu waved his hand and intended to end the topic there.

"Please wait a moment!" The person on the other side came up and said, "We were too rude just now. Please allow us to help."

After saying that, he actually called on the soldiers around him to lift up an iron bucket together, and followed the team in front while shouting slogans. Looking at the other side's figure going away, Sergeant Gu Wu muttered silently in his heart, "It is said that these armored soldiers from Manchuria are more arrogant, but it seems that the fact is not so."

The two men continued to move forward carrying the iron barrel. He Chi covered his lips with his collar and said in a low voice, "Idiot, calm down! They don't know you. If you don't panic, there will be no problem."

"Hai! Sir, I'm just a little nervous..." The soldier opposite answered with a slightly trembling voice. It was Shinji Watanabe, who had the best "performance" in the New Japan's National Construction Army.

"Can you confirm this information about Gu Wu?" He Chi confirmed with Watanabe again.

"Hi, there is absolutely no problem. There is someone in our team who is from the same hometown as him. We recognized him on the battlefield and he knows a lot about his past. He is the best candidate." Watanabe answered again in a low voice.

"Very good, I'll see how you perform in a bit."

"Hai!"

A group of soldiers carried the iron barrels to the warehouse like ants moving house. In front of a row of makeshift wooden houses, several people stopped. Someone used tools to pry open the iron barrels and found that they were filled with white rice.

He Chi heard the sounds of people swallowing saliva all around him. It was obvious that these soldiers did not eat as much as they wanted on weekdays.

When the door was opened, a musty smell hit us in the face. There were leaks in many places in the wooden house, and the rice at the bottom had begun to mold.

"Bring torches and tools! Heat up this place and drain the water!" Sergeant Gu Wu, who was in the lead, ordered the people behind him.

Some soldiers came with torches to dry the food, while others came with a water pump to pump out the water that had begun to spread.

"Mr. Gu Wu, you have a good job." The second lieutenant on the opposite side suddenly came over and said, giving Sergeant Gu Wu a cigarette.

Sergeant Gu Wu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Sir, I don't understand what you mean."

"Oh? I've been keeping an eye on you for a few days. Whenever you come to sort out the warehouse, it seems that more supplies are wasted, right? The canned food and rice in your tent are enough to supply a small team, right?"

With just this one sentence, sweat immediately began to flow down Sergeant Gu Wu's face. He thought he had been cautious enough, but he didn't expect that he would be seen through by an outsider.

"Sir, I..." Gu Wu opened his mouth to explain, but the other party stopped him from speaking immediately.

"No need to explain, I know, I know..." The second lieutenant beside him patted Gu Wu's shoulder. "At your age, Gu Wu-san's parents should still be alive. I heard that you have four younger brothers and sisters. You risked going to court-martial for embezzling materials and trying to cash them out. You just wanted them to live a better life."

"I understand, I completely understand..." The second lieutenant's voice was not loud, but it was like a small hammer constantly knocking on Sergeant Gu Wu's heart.

"Then I have a small request, can you listen to it, Gu Wu-san?"

(End of this chapter)