Eight large trucks drove into the village stealthily.
They did not dare to honk the horn, and each truck was covered tightly, and even had fruits loaded on the rear to hide their tracks.
Ye Mumu saw them unloading apples and plums first.
Then they carefully unloaded the explosives box by box.
Five hundred tons of explosives were equivalent to an atomic bomb, so every driver was extra careful.
This time, the factory director and two shareholders came.
Xiao Hua also came along to help unload the goods.
He stacked the things neatly and put them in the warehouse.
After unloading the goods, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Ye Mumu advised them to rest and not to drive at night, because they had just set out on the road last night.
Two tables of food and ten rooms were booked in the villa, so that they could relax and have fun for two days before leaving.
The factory owner said, "Miss Ye, we have to leave tomorrow morning. The factory has run out of inventory and we have received two more orders."
The shareholder shook hands with Ye Mumu, "Thank you Miss Ye for taking care of the business. We can't stay any longer."
All right, Ye Mumu asked the manager to prepare two tables of sumptuous meals and ten rooms, all for her.
Then, while waiting for them, she transferred 70 million to Xiao Hua...
because she paid 30 million as a deposit last time, and the rest was the final payment.
Xiao Hua looked at the text message on the backend of the mobile bank, and after confirming that the 70 million had arrived, he showed it to the shareholder boss.
They were all very happy.
Blasting explosives is an unpopular business. Either you open a business and make a living for three years, or you don't open a business for three years.
They make a few hundred a year, and tens of millions are good enough to keep the company running.
And this year, they made more than 100 million from Ye Mumu.
Even if they paid Xiao Hua for tea and agency fees, they made a lot.
The three of them just shook hands with Ye Mumu.
Then they took the drivers and drove the car to the parking lot of the villa to eat and stay...
*
After confirming that everyone had left, it was completely dark.
Ye Mumu, like a vase, entered the warehouse.
She cut off the power and turned off the surveillance.
Then she wrote a note to Zhan Chengyin.
"Zhan Chengyin, the explosives have arrived. How are you doing?"
"I'm about to send the explosives over. Remember, it can't be too hot, and it can't be ignited by arrows, otherwise the whole town will be razed to the ground."
Ye Mumu sent the note over.
But this time the note didn't disappear directly like before, but fell to the bottom of the vase.
Ye Mumu looked at the paper floating down the vase, and her pupils widened suddenly.
Why?
Why can't it be sent over!
Did something happen to Zhan Chengyin? Is he in trouble?
No, she sent the antipyretic medicine, the water pump, the fire extinguisher, the water pipe...
It must be in time.
When she sent the equipment and weapons over in the afternoon, it was in time.
But how to explain that the paper couldn't be sent.
Ye Mumu picked up the paper at the bottom of the vase worriedly, then closed her eyes and sent the paper over with her mind.
The paper disappeared above the vase.
That's right, the paper disappeared! It was a close call, it was really a close call~
She thought Zhan Chengyin was dead.
Too worried, now her heart is still beating violently.
She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and waited for the other party to reply.
However, one second, two seconds...
one minute, two minutes, five minutes...
In Zhenguan, a group of soldiers were scratching their heads.
They were very happy when they received the note from the god.
Even if the general is no longer here, the vase can still be transported and the explosives can still be delivered.
Now, within a five-mile radius, the three enemy forces are no longer gathered.
They are carpet-hunting for the general. They want to dig three feet into the ground to dig him out.
Unfortunately, they miscalculated.
The general has left completely, and none of them could have imagined that the general would directly attack the Mobei royal court's lair.
Their only worry is that the explosives cannot be transported.
But now it seems that the most worrying thing is finally gone.
If the gods can transmit white paper, they can definitely transmit explosives.
When they happily moved the vase down from the high-rise building and moved it to a piece of wasteland, they built a few mud houses on the ground. They waited for the gods to send the explosives.
However, after waiting for a cup of tea, the gods still did not send the explosives.
You know, now the three armies are facing each other and the enemy is at the gates of the city!
They are really anxious, but they can't do anything.
Zhuang Liang also tried to write a reply letter to Ye Mumu, asking her to deliver it with confidence.
However, the letter could not be delivered. The vase did not recognize Zhuang Liang.
Mo Fan also tried, but it didn't work.
The remaining soldiers tried one by one, but the vase still let the paper scatter.
It was not passed to Ye Mumu.
After waiting for almost half an incense stick of time, everyone was dumbfounded.
Unable to reply to the gods, she was not sure when to send it.
Then when should she wait? What if she didn't send it, what would they do?
*
Ye Mumu waited anxiously for almost half an hour, but still didn't receive a reply. She thought that something must have happened to Zhan Chengyin, so he couldn't reply.
He was seriously injured and dying.
Or he was not next to the vase.
The most frightening thing was that Zhan Chengyin had died in the battle.
Ye Mumu couldn't accept this result.
She spent 100 million to buy 500 tons of explosives. She spent more than 200 million to order waterproof and fireproof bulletproof vests.
Two thousand pieces were delivered within half a month.
Just today, she spent so much money to try to change the fate of Zhan Chengyin and all the people in Zhenguan.
How could he die just like that?
She wrote another piece of paper angrily.
"Zhan Chengyin, I'll give you ten minutes. I don't care whether you are dead or alive. I will send 500 tons of explosives one by one."
"If you die, these 500 tons of explosives will send the enemy to heaven."
"If you are alive, live well, win this battle, and continue to fight for me!"
After the white paper was sent over with her mind.
She waited quietly for ten minutes, and every minute was torture.
Finally, after ten minutes, she wanted to send all five hundred tons at once as usual.
But she found that there was resistance on the other side, and she couldn't send them all at once! She could only send ten boxes at a time.
The delivery process was very painful, her head was buzzing, and her back was sweating coldly. It was very painful and uncomfortable to support it with her mind!
After she sent two hundred boxes, her clothes were soaked, her hair was stuck together, and the whole person was like being fished out of the water.
She rested for a while and continued to send!
Ten boxes, ten boxes were sent at a time.
Five hundred boxes were sent.
Equivalent to one-tenth of five hundred tons.
I can't hold on any longer.
She felt that if she continued, her headache would explode.
Her fingers were weak, and she wrote a piece of paper tremblingly.
"Zhan Chengyin, I don't know what happened to you. It's difficult for me to transmit. Every ten boxes I send over, my brain hurts like being stabbed by needles."
"Five hundred boxes, that's the limit for today. You go and use them immediately. I'll rest for a while and continue to transmit."
"Find someone to guard the explosives. Remember, they must not be touched by enemy arrows..."
Several generals looked at the ten boxes, which fell crookedly and not very accurately, and knew that it was extremely difficult for the gods to transmit.
After she sent five hundred boxes intermittently, it was cut off.
When everyone saw the white paper floating down and no general was here to receive it, she felt very uncomfortable.
Even with superb magic power, her head felt like being stabbed by needles.
The gods have done too much for them.
Too many sacrifices.
Each of them looked very solemn. Five hundred boxes might not be enough, but it was enough to slow down the opponent's offensive rhythm.
Chen Kui said to Li Yuanzhong: "General Li, you take people to bury the explosives at the west gate."
"Chen Wu, you take people to bury the south gate!"
"Mo Fan, you take people to bury the north gate!"
"I'll go to bury the east gate!"