Chapitre 591: Born in the late 1950s

"Thank God this damn radio is finally working!" The excitement in the platoon leader's voice came through. The communication had been poor before, and finding the first platoon hadn't been easy for him.

Liu Guozhu also sighed with relief and pressed the talk button, "My tank isn't a command vehicle, and I can't find tank number five, repeat, I can't find tank number five."

"Don't you care about your comrades in tank number two?" came a resentful voice from the headset. "There are at least a hundred Qi Army prisoners in front of me... a big, dark mass."

"Want a suggestion for tank number two?" Liu Guozhu grinned and laughed.

"What suggestion?" The commander of tank number two was immediately curious.

Liu Guozhu, smiling, responded with a press to his throat microphone, "I suggest you make them throw away their weapons!"