My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 335
"No! That's impossible! My God, you are a robber!"

Smith stared wide-eyed, and he couldn't believe his ears. The seemingly gentle young man in front of him actually opened his mouth and asked for 500 million rounds of bullets, 50 shells of various types, as well as a large number of tanks and heavy trucks. , towed gun...

It's so shameless, it's like a lion opening its mouth, how can it be like this?

Dong Dao on the side was dumbfounded, and didn't know what the attendant said, which made the old foreigner furious.

Liao Mingyu took a few sips of water calmly, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I don't know that there is an old saying in China, which is to ask for prices all over the sky, and pay back the money when you land?"

"What? What do you mean?" Smith obviously did not understand the profound Chinese culture.

"It's just that everything is negotiable. You talk about the greatest sincerity you can show, and I'll think about it." Liao Mingyu crossed his legs as if he was determined by him, not in a hurry.

Who made this old fox play tricks last time, this time he has to be dealt with properly.

"Well...the ammunition is up to 150 million rounds, 20 shells, [-] rifles and submachine guns, rocket launchers, mortars, flamethrowers, etc. I will try my best, and I will give you an additional [-] sets of individual equipment. This is already what I want. It's the limit of what you can do."

Smith spread his hands, indicating that he has shown all his cards.

"What about the tank? What about the truck? What about the artillery? Even if it is less, you don't really think that our third division can kill the little devil with only a semi-automatic rifle?"

Liao Mingyu sneered, if he hadn't formed equipment and tactics to crush, how could he have achieved these victories in the face of vicious little devils.

But the price of this is that they are more dependent on logistics supplies, especially Chen Jize's Third Regiment, which has been unable to push the chariot battalion until now, and the speed of the truck supply line is getting slower and slower. In addition to the fatigue of the soldiers, the consumption of fuel and ammunition is one. Astronomical figures, without supplementation, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"Your Excellency Commander, as I said last time, heavy equipment such as artillery and tractors can't be transported at all, and the plane can't fit a Sherman, so don't embarrass me." Smith complained incessantly. The wrinkles on his face were almost gathering together, this damned young officer was still as difficult as ever.

"Then there is nothing I can do to help. The army that attacked Nankan was exhausted, and almost all the fuel and shells have bottomed out. They can't move in a short time." Liao Mingyu turned his head and said leisurely.

"Don't you have several teams in your hand?"

"The ones going to Lashio are already on their way. You won't let me call them back, will you? Besides, don't my men need to rest? Don't forget how many battles we fought from Mangshi to Nankan."

"God Damn it!" Smith finally couldn't help but swear, his lungs almost exploded.

This bastard is really hateful, he resisted the urge to walk away and tried to calm himself down: "I'll figure out a way for the oil, and I'll let them send a batch of Sherman's shells and a few tank maintenance personnel over, and other I’ll add a little more supplies.”

Liao Mingyu still shook his head, picked up the water glass and looked out the window, ignoring him as if he was in love.

Trembling like a deflated ball, Smith took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He had lived most of his life and never met such a reckless person like Liao Mingyu.

In fact, like most Yankees, he came to China with the attitude of completing his work. He has been in Southeast Asia for more than a year for this errand. He has long been fed up with the climate and conditions here, and he does not want to retire and go home all the time. An old age.

But as long as the Japanese stay in Southeast Asia for a day, Smith will not be able to leave. If this battle cannot be finished, he may be held here until he dies.

The only way is to end this war as soon as possible, and as the liaison officer of the Allied Forces, all he can do is to provide supplies to help the Chinese people go to war.

Thinking of this, Smith broke his heart and said with difficulty: "Actually...the things you want are not impossible."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"At the very least, the road to India must be opened up, otherwise I won't be able to get things even if I have them."

Because the highway system in northern Myanmar was occupied by the Japanese army, at present, whether it is the troops stationed in India or the supplies to support China, they all come from the sea through the port on the Indian side, and then transported to the west of Yunnan via the hump line, so this period is like a traction Heavy units such as guns and tanks basically cannot reach Huaxia.

So Smith didn't lie, he really couldn't get what Liao Mingyu wanted except ammunition and other basic materials, but it would be different when the section of the Yunnan-Burma Highway connecting India was opened.

经过了两人唇枪舌剑般的一番“激战”史密斯最终答应支援各式弹药200万发，MK2手雷10万枚、60mm迫击炮150门，81mm迫击炮六十门，以及60毫米至155毫米各类炮弹20万枚。

There are also 1 Garand rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, rocket launchers and other weapons, plus [-] sets of individual equipment, such as helmets, clothing, and ammunition bags. Send to the front.

Smith also promised to provide a batch of oil and several maintenance technicians for tanks and armored vehicles to help with the daily maintenance and maintenance of the armored forces of the third division.

"Then it's settled, dear Smith, you have to pay close attention to the material matters, don't let the same thing happen last time, and our agreement... don't forget it."

Liao Mingyu extended his right hand with a smile, and he was very satisfied with the final result. Today is also a major harvest.

I have to admire how generous these Yankees are, just relying on these supplies is enough to arm an army, and the points left in my hand can't be exchanged for so many things.

Maybe the system will find this old boy to deliver supplies to him in the future, Liao Mingyu thought so.

Smith shook hands with him with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "I will arrange it, but I also hope that you can send troops as soon as possible. After all, the early end of this war is good for you and me."

The lion opened his mouth and almost wiped out all his hoards in western Yunnan. Originally, these materials were intended to be given to various units of the western Yunnan expeditionary force in batches to help them improve their combat effectiveness and counterattack Burma as soon as possible.

But looking at it now, those guys' combat effectiveness is really unbearable, and they are still being dragged in Tengchong to make slow progress. Instead of investing in an expeditionary force full of uncertainties, it is better to cooperate with the powerful Liao Mingyu, at least on the surface. That strength.

In order to end the war in Southeast Asia as soon as possible, and for his happy old age after retirement, Smith also went all out and directly supported the third division with all his strength. Anyway, everything has to be given. It is given to ten people, and it is also given to one person. The most important thing is that one person is stronger than the other ten people.

As for heavy units such as tanks and artillery, that is the final agreement between him and Liao Mingyu, we can only wait until the Battle of Northern Burma is over...

(End of this chapter)