"We're heading to the frontline. Any problems?"
"A lot of problems, and they're serious! First, we don't have the right transport vehicles to move the self-propelled artillery over there, and I also can't find enough fuel tankers. So right now, I really don't know how to get our self-propelled artillery to the frontline."
As soon as Rebrov said this, Gao Yang's head started to hurt, and he immediately said urgently, "Salim said he would find trailers for us, hasn't he sent them yet?"
"Not sent, and Salim said it might be impossible to gather the trailers we need!"
Gao Yang was getting anxious. Without the flatbeds, how was he going to get these five self-propelled artillery pieces to the border?
"F**k! I'll push Salim again. If we really can't find flatbeds to transport our artillery, what about driving the artillery directly there? Can they make it?"
