20demayo Chapter 165 First Time Stealing a Plane
Chapter 165 First Time Stealing a Plane
Yan Shuo continued his pretense of treatment, pressing his hands on Kitamura Yasuhiro's chest and shouting urgently, "Quick, get oxygen! The colonel is suffocating! Give him oxygen!"
"No oxygen! The airport's medical station only has basic medicines, there are no oxygen cylinders at all!" Mayuko Sakai was so anxious that she paced around, stomping her feet and shouting, afraid of delaying "treatment".
Without turning his head, Yan Shuo called out urgently, "Miss Mayuko, hurry and get it from my car! There's a small oxygen cylinder in the back seat, quick!"
"Hi!" Sakai Mayuko didn't have time to think. She shoved aside Sakamoto Shinichi, who was blocking the doorway, and bowed repeatedly in apology. "Smith, thank you! Sakamoto-kun, I'll go get the oxygen tank!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out and ran wildly toward the jeep that Yan Shuo had parked.
She was knocked down several times by the chaotic soldiers on the way, but she didn't bother to brush off the dust. She got up and kept running, and soon rushed back to the office with an oxygen tank in her arms.
Before she could speak, Yan Shuo slowly stopped pressing, his face showing an extremely heavy expression. He shook his head at Mayuko Sakai and Shinichi Sakamoto: "It's no use, Miss Mayuko, Mr. Sakamoto. Colonel Kitamura was poisoned too severely and has... unfortunately passed away."
"Baka yarou! I'll kill you!" Sakamoto Shinichi's eyes turned red in an instant. He roared and suddenly drew his military knife from his waist, slashing at Yan Shuo with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Stop! Sakamoto-kun, are you crazy?!" Sakai Mayuko reacted quickly, lunging forward to grab Sakamoto Shinichi's arm and desperately trying to stop him. "Sasuke-kun has already done his best! Without the testing equipment, no one can save Colonel Kitamura. Killing him won't change anything!"
Sakamoto Shinichi trembled all over, held tightly by Sakai Mayuko. His reason gradually returned, and he suddenly threw his scimitar on the ground with a "clatter." Then he rushed to Kitamura Yasuhiro's bedside, knelt down with a "plop," hugged Kitamura Yasuhiro's face with both hands, and burst into tears, crying out "Kitamura-senpai" repeatedly.
Mayuko Sakai's eyes also reddened. She put down her oxygen tank, grabbed Yan Shuo's arm, and ran outside quickly, her voice urgent: "Sasuke-kun, go check on the others! Many soldiers have been poisoned, and quite a few have already died. This poison is too potent; if they aren't treated soon, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
"Okay, Miss Mayuko, I will do my best!" Yan Shuo nodded in agreement, his tone full of "firmness," but his eyes were icy cold.
Mayuko Sakai led Yan Shuo straight to the temporary medical point. Along the way, there were Japanese soldiers lying on the ground groaning in pain. Some were convulsing, some were unconscious, and occasionally gunshots and angry curses could be heard. It was a chaotic scene.
Inside the medical station, several lieutenant colonels lay on the ground, two of them already lifeless. Judging from their uniforms, they were pilots.
Yan Shuo understood to himself. Pilots usually had high ranks, at least lieutenant or something similar, and having field officers was nothing new.
"Are these all pilots?" Yan Shuo asked, feigning doubt, and squatted down, pretending to examine one of them.
"Yes! They had their attack shortly after they finished eating, and I suspect there was something wrong with the supplies that were delivered this time."
"How many pilots are here? Get everyone on IV drips to neutralize the poison, so no one else dies. Are there any doctors or nurses at the airport? Quickly get everyone on IV drips; if there's not enough, feed them tea!"
"There were two doctors, but they died from the poison. The nurses were also useless; they were shot dead by the soldiers in the chaos."
"Baka! Am I the only doctor here?"
"Yes, Smimasai!"
"Call for help, make phone calls, call for medical assistance! Send medicine, send doctors, send nurses! Also, suppress the mutinous soldiers."
"I hit them!"
"If we fight again, we'll exaggerate the situation to be 20 times worse, and say that half the people are dead, otherwise the officers won't take it seriously enough."
"Ah, hi-ee!"
Mayuko Sakai went to call for backup, while Yan Shuo pretended to rescue people—well, to give them away.
From lieutenant to lieutenant colonel, these surviving officers, numbering about 40, lay on the ground groaning. Some died occasionally and were carried away on stretchers by soldiers such as privates and sergeants who were not poisoned.
Using the bird's-eye view map, Yan Shuo watched as the signal representing the captain on the stretcher was carried to a house 300 meters away. It was a large hall, seemingly used for tactical missions, filled with corpses, roughly estimated to be over 100, many of whom held the rank of lieutenant or higher.
No wonder there was a commotion here. Good heavens, most of the officers are dead, and nobody cares anymore.
Of the few remaining officials, who the hell knows which department you're in charge of? They might listen to you outwardly, but they'll probably just slack off later.
No wonder the scene was so chaotic that even several lieutenant colonels and majors couldn't control it, and there were even cases of bayonet fighting and deaths.
And here comes another lieutenant colonel, yelling and shouting, who got shot? Uh, where did the gun come from? From the middle of the chaos of soldiers.
"Go into the swarm of soldiers, the hangar, the maintenance area, the ammunition area, and the fuel area, and kill anyone who is still alive," Yan Shuo ordered the weapon doll.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Shuo left the ward and headed towards the toilet. Inside, there were several corpses: one shot to death, one committed suicide with a knife, and two poisoned. It was a mess, but thankfully no one was alive. Yan Shuo summoned an emotionless doll, disguised it as Sasuke, and went out to pretend to save people. If he got shot, he could pretend to be dead.
The doctor was killed. Wuhu, take off.
Yan Shuo changed into the face of the dead major he had just seen and stealthily headed towards the ammunition depot.
This place has been taken over by the weapon dolls. Yan Shuo went in and took away all the ammunition, bombs, shells, bullets, grenades, guns, etc. that he could see. Goodness, the amount was really huge.
Next, we went to the fuel area and collected the aviation fuel.
The medical area doesn't have much good stuff left. Just some tools and common and emergency medications, but not much in quantity. Well, let's take it all. It's better than nothing. The only things that are worth looking at are sulfonamides, hemostatic agents, anesthetics, adrenaline, and so few of them.
In the maintenance area, there are many aircraft parts and replacement parts, as well as lubricants, which are then collected.
Next up are airplanes. Hmm, who would we buy and sell these to?
This is Yan Shuo's first time stealing airplanes, but these are Japanese-style airplanes. It seems hard to find a reason to sell them to the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. Can he say that he has space?
crazy!
Don't believe those novels that say you can use space to bring an airplane to the vicinity of the KMT airport, place it somewhere, and have someone come and take it!
Is it haunted?
Airplanes, tanks, and super-heavy artillery are all large-scale items. Every piece of equipment has a nationality and a trade path. We know exactly how many were produced in the factory. Do you think you're a god, or do you think the recipients are idiots?
You can just say whatever you want.
Are you still half asleep?