50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 789 Are you stupid?

"Is there anyone in the escort team who can drive a tank? Is there anyone who can fly a helicopter?"

"Tank?" Upon hearing this word, Wu Yanming immediately thought of the T-80 main battle tank parked in front of the Russian consulate.

Ever since that T-80 appeared in front of the Russian embassy, ​​the whole street has become quiet. No one is foolish enough to challenge a 43-ton main battle tank.

Could this Comrade Diting possibly acquire a tank?
Wu Yanming's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Sun Zhiwei with expectant eyes: "Can you get your hands on a T-80?"

Sun Zhiwei felt a wave of dizziness when he heard Wu Yanming utter the word "T-80".

He glared at Wu Yanming with annoyance and said, "I'm not a god who can conjure up a T-80 for you. I only have the Type 69. Take it or leave it."

Wu Yanming realized he had misspoke and quickly apologized with an embarrassed smile, saying, "The Type 69 is also good; it's enough to protect the embassy."

"By the way, in the escort team, including myself, there are 5 people who can fly the Type 69 rifle and 4 people who can fly airplanes."

His answer was exactly what Sun Zhiwei had expected. With so many tanks at home, naturally there would be many people who knew how to fly them. Airplanes, on the other hand, were expensive and rare; the family had far fewer helicopters than fighter jets, so it was normal that no one knew how to fly them.

"Okay, go and gather a group of people now. They'll come with me to get the tank later. Also, could you prepare some food for me first?"

Apart from the meal he ate before setting off, he hadn't eaten for over ten hours.

Helicopters are not civil aircraft; they do not have an autopilot mode. Even if a helicopter can hover, the person cannot leave the seat.

He only ate a few bites of dry food in the driver's seat during the journey, and he drank very little water in order to avoid needing to use the restroom.

Now that he's finally inside his own embassy, ​​he feels like he's home, and naturally he wants to have a hot meal.

Upon hearing this, the leader who was listening to their conversation quickly called everyone downstairs and instructed someone to tell the cafeteria to quickly prepare some food.

Half an hour later, Sun Zhiwei, having had a hearty meal, took advantage of the darkness and, with four temporary tank soldiers, scaled the wall of the embassy's back alley and escaped.

They avoided people along the way, and after crossing two streets, Sun Zhiwei led them into a small alley and into an empty warehouse from the back.

As soon as the warehouse door opened and the lights came on, everyone saw two enormous vehicles parked quietly there – that was our house.

The Type 69 is my country's main battle tank. A total of 3200 were produced, including those for domestic use and exports. Any tank crewman who has ever driven a tank can drive it.

Although its performance has fallen behind the world's level at the same time, its biggest advantage is its low price, with an export unit price of only US$50.

However, it possesses the most basic combat capabilities. Although its various indicators are lagging behind, they are not outdated. Under these circumstances, it has become a target for many small countries to purchase.

In recent years, we have been selling Type 69 rifles very well overseas. I heard that we have already sold them for more than a billion US dollars in foreign exchange. Therefore, the group was not very surprised to see Type 69 rifles in Yemen.

They were surprised to find that there were two vehicles here, but there were only four of them. How were they going to drive them?

Sun Zhiwei turned around and saw the four people who had followed him standing there in a daze, so he quickly urged, "Get on, what are you standing there for? Drive both cars back."

"But, but we don't have enough manpower. Each tank requires four people," a soldier said with distress.

Sun Zhiwei retorted angrily, "Are you stupid? Just put them at the entrance of the embassy, ​​and even if there's no one inside, they can still deter the enemy."

"Hurry up, two people in one vehicle, one to drive and one to watch the road, as long as it can be driven away." These words were a wake-up call. They were just using the tanks to defend their home, not to go out and fight. Even if they didn't have enough manpower, as long as they could fire the cannons, driving them back to serve as artillery emplacements would be enough to deter the enemy.

After the four men boarded the tank and the engine started up, the two big machines quickly drove out of the warehouse, billowing black smoke as they headed towards the embassy.

Sun Zhiwei did not go back with them, but instead searched the surrounding area alone.

He had noticed this while eating earlier; the embassy's food was only enough to sustain basic living.

After all, there are suddenly hundreds more mouths to feed, and we don't know when we will be rescued. Therefore, the embassy is now implementing a food rationing system.

But in order to give him better food, the leader also opened a can of luncheon meat. However, Sun Zhiwei glanced at the warehouse and found that there were only two cans of luncheon meat left.

Knowing that there were still several hundred people to be evacuated from two other places, and that food would definitely be scarce, he wanted to take this opportunity to send some supplies to the embassy.

After driving around for a long time, he finally found a large parking lot next to the port a few kilometers away.

This parking lot is full of port-related vehicles, and he found many container trucks here.

The port area is relatively calm for now, as the fighting hasn't reached here yet, and there are Russian and British troops stationed there, so it's safe for the time being.

But Sun Zhiwei didn't dare drive the container truck alone across several kilometers of fire line to the embassy district; he would definitely be riddled with bullets.

Fortunately, with everything in chaos outside, no one was paying attention to the parking lot, so he simply used the space to load ten container trucks and then quickly returned.

Once he arrived near the embassy, ​​he found a quiet, deserted courtyard, placed a container truck there, and began loading supplies onto it.

In terms of supplies, his space is truly abundant. After several raids on America's warehouses and Java's military camps, he now has an enormous amount of supplies stored up in his space.

Especially since food doesn't keep for long, he really wanted to consume as much of it as possible.

Soon, Sun Zhiwei filled the 9-meter standard container at the back of the truck with a large amount of supplies, and then he piled several boxes of weapons and ammunition on the back seat.

The 9-meter container has an internal space of 54 cubic meters. This truckload of supplies, when fully loaded, weighs more than ten tons, which is enough for the embassy's needs later.

The courtyard is now located on the outskirts of the embassy district. He roughly estimated the distance, which was about three or four hundred meters in a straight line from the embassy.

However, there is a small section in the middle that is the battle zone between the two sides, and he must figure out how to get through it.

After thinking it over, I realized that such a large container truck couldn't possibly sneak through; the only option was to force our way through.

But it's the middle of the night now. If we rush over now, we'll most likely be attacked by both sides at the same time, which would be a bit foolish.

So he decided to rest in the car for a while tonight and cross the main road when it got light.

Several hours passed quickly, and it was already broad daylight when Sun Zhiwei began to make preparations.

He first tied two red flags to the front and rear of the truck, then unfolded the entire space to cover the surrounding area. Only after everything was ready did he get into the driver's seat of the truck.

(End of this chapter)