Chapter 35 - The Identity of Principal Chen (2/2)

Few people knew that the hair-graying, scholarly-looking princ.i.p.al was a world-cla.s.s sniper before he retired from the army.

Although the soldiers who were about to arrive may not know about Princ.i.p.al Chen’s ident.i.ty, the deputy company commander was aware of that.

Not only did this town have a world-cla.s.s sniper, but it also had a 70-year-old Cla.s.s A Master Sergeant, to whom the chief of the army would salute.

The deputy company commander jumped down from the pa.s.senger seat and trotted towards Princ.i.p.al Chen who had been waiting for them. He stood upright and saluted to him. With respect, he said, “Sorry to bother you. The amount of petroleum is getting low recently. And it would take a longer time to get more supply from our other oil reserves.”

“Resources are in sparsity during wars.” Princ.i.p.al Chen briefly referred to the three wars—the Rwandan Civil War in 1994, the Yugoslav Wars in 1995 and the Bosnian War—that influenced the supply of petroleum internationally.

In the past few years, China had been sending more troops to station at the frontiers to prevent enemies from challenging its territories.

Fujun Town was located along the sole road where the military must pa.s.s through to transfer the weapons from the South to the North and vice versa. Therefore, the small town must shoulder the responsibility as an oil reserve by supplying and replenis.h.i.+ng oil.

The oil was stored down in the pitch black bas.e.m.e.nt.

To avoid dangers from short circuits, the warehouse was not equipped with electric lamps.

The soldiers, who jumped into the storage to transport the oil, used the lights on their helmets to illuminate the place. Swiftly, they loaded the oil tanks one by one onto the trucks.

About 20 minutes later, the trucks’ engines started again, and they left the school slowly.

The noises of the trucks’ engines faded further away. Ye Jian didn’t close her eyes until the sounds had completely disappeared.