A row of gasoline barrels and more than ten barrels of thick, pure black mixed engine oil were neatly placed in front of the two of them.
Long Wenzhang looked at Zhao Ziqiang in surprise. How did this thing appear so easily?
"Guild Leader, what's going on? How did you know there was gasoline here?”
Zhao Ziqiang didn't plan to tell him about the system. He answered perfunctorily,"
"This kind of thing is everywhere. The Japanese and the alliance army never cared about this.”
"Of course!"
Long Wenzhang hurriedly opened a barrel of gasoline and said excitedly.
Without further ado, Zhao Ziqiang quickly ordered everyone to gather.
When the people from the Chuan Army came over and saw the barrels of gasoline, they were instantly dumbfounded.
The Mystic Dragon widened its eyes and asked in confusion,"What's wrong, Guild Leader? Are you trying to launch a fire attack?”
Meng Fan came over and whispered,"Yo, what do you mean?" Are you planning to burn down the entire camp?"
"But looking at the weather, there might not be an east wind tonight…"
Little Great-Grandfather felt that his legs were about to recover, so his words began to become sarcastic.
Zhao Ziqiang knew this guy's problem. His biggest characteristic was his sharp tongue.
He glared at Meng Fan and replied,""What's wrong, First Lieutenant Meng? Why don't you attack first?”
"Don't, don't, don't. I'm ashamed to receive it, I'm ashamed to receive it!”
"I'm a cripple. I can't take on such an important mission!”
Meng Fan waved his hands and hid to the side.
"Then what are you doing, Chief?”
Bula walked over and asked Zhao Ziqiang curiously.
Hearing everyone's questions, Zhao Ziqiang stood up and began to explain to them.
"Listen up, tonight's general attack will be launched. The Japanese are no less than us.”
"Therefore, in order to reduce casualties, we have to change our appearance.”
After saying that, Zhao Ziqiang pointed at the gasoline can.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Yi hurriedly raised his hand and said,"I know. We're going to paint camouflage on our faces to improve our concealment in the jungle.”
"Hehe, I've learned it in the officer training corps.”
After saying that, he touched the few medals on his chest in embarrassment.
"Camouflage? What is camouflage?"
Kang Ya asked everyone in confusion.
"It's just drawing a black face. Aiya, I say, you son of a b * tch. If you don't understand, don't ask blindly.”
Yao Ma said to him in a bad mood.
Zhao Ziqiang nodded and said,"That's half right."”
"What do you mean?"
He was stunned. Could it be that so many barrels of black oil were not used to draw black faces?
Just as they were making wild guesses, Long Wenzhang picked up a small bucket of mixed engine oil and poured it all into the gasoline can.
The gasoline, which was not dark at first, instantly turned black and thick as if half a bucket of soy sauce had been poured into it!
Then, he swaggered off his clothes, pinched his nose, and jumped into the gas can!
He only stood up slowly when the gasoline was over his head.
Long Wenzhang's entire body turned black. When he smiled, he revealed two rows of big white teeth, making people tremble when they saw him.
To be honest, his appearance was really not good. He looked like a demon that had just escaped from hell.
When everyone saw this scene, their hearts instantly trembled!
Long Wenzhang laughed loudly and said to them,"
"If you want to be numb, you son of a b * tch, what do you know about hammers!”
"It's not that I'm black-faced, it's that I jumped into the bath!”
Everyone was stunned when they heard him.
They didn't expect the real request to be so harsh!
"Please!"
"Please!"
Long Wenzhang eagerly pulled them over and pressed them into the oil barrel.
One by one, the soldiers got into the barrels, turned into black devils, and came out.
When it was the Enchanting Dragon's turn, he was unwilling to enter no matter what.
"Stop fooling around. How can you get this on your body? Wouldn't that be the end of you?”
"Think about it, Leader. We are covered in gasoline. If a bullet hits us or we shoot, won't we be burned to death?”
What the Lost Dragon said seemed to make sense.
However, Zhao Ziqiang was already prepared. He walked over and picked up the small bucket of mixed engine oil and showed it to Meng Fan.
"Messenger, explain to them what this thing is for!”
Meng Fan took a look at the logo and immediately explained to everyone,
"I say, Mr. Lost Dragon, are you really hoping that the Japanese's bullets will hit you?”
"This stuff is called mixed engine oil. Pouring it into gasoline can reduce the flammability of gasoline and make you darker.”
After that, most people were confused.
After all, these terms were too professional. Many people could not even read a single word, let alone expect them to understand.
"Anyway, it won't light up. Even if you're riddled with bullets, there won't be a spark!”
Hearing his words, everyone was relieved.
Hence, they jumped into the gas barrel one by one, and when they came out, they looked like black ghosts.
Most of the Japanese were superstitious, especially at a time when technology was not developed yet.
Legends of mountain gods and wild ghosts spread throughout the army, and even the bravest and fearless soldiers would be afraid.
By the time they were done, the sky was already completely dark.
Everyone in the Chuan Legion blended perfectly into the night.
As long as they didn't show their teeth, there was almost no trace of them.
Even Zhao Ziqiang was no exception.
Hence, they carefully moved to the vicinity of the airport and prepared to launch an attack!
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