My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 449
Liao Mingyu, who had just returned from the front, didn't even go to the headquarters, and hurried to the airport to fly to India, but before that, he planned to discuss the army with Fan Shaozeng.After all, there is an undercurrent in the country now, and more than one person has received the news in advance.

"Junzuo, are you really planning to go to India?"

In the conference room of the Kongzhi Department, Meng Fan made a cup of tea and handed it to Liao Mingyu, asking with concern.

"Well, I have to discuss with Stilwell about the material assistance, let us give him a long-term job, how can we do it without asking for more wages?" Liao Mingyu picked up his teacup and blew, and replied with a smile.

In addition to equipment, there is also strategic planning that needs to be discussed with Stilwell. Liao Mingyu has already made plans to stay in Myanmar permanently. How can he go south with peace of mind if those details are not resolved.

"Why don't you let me accompany you this time?"

"Hey, you can't come with me. You have also seen Boss Dai's subpoena. Now is a critical period. There must be no trouble at home, and Si Fan and his intelligence team must pay more attention."

Liao Mingyu flatly refused. Director Dai had sent a message through Yu Sifan a few days ago that the Military and Political Department had decided to transfer the 88th Army back to China, and the order might be sent in the next few days.

The most important thing is that when he returns to China this time, the head of state intends to let Liao Mingyu go to Chongqing to accept the award first, and then transfer to the ninth war zone to wait for arrangements. by his hand.

According to the information, the 72nd Army and the Second Army are mobilizing their troops in the past two days, and they plan to move the whole army, and they may have to march south in a few days.

Therefore, Liao Mingyu had to take the first step. First, he negotiated the conditions with the Americans, and after he settled his worries, he took people south. When the war started, he would have to find more reasons.

"Jun Zuo, let us do all the laborious work, and the Yankee can just pay later, hum... just like working as a long-term worker at a landlord's house."

Thinking of this, Meng Annoyed was a little hesitant to speak, looked up at Liao Mingyu's expression, and said what was in his heart: "The one in Chongqing is very disgusted with the generals of the expeditionary army who get too close to the Yankees, and those foreign devils I don't have any good intentions, you...you have to pay attention."

"Hehe, I'm very pleased that you can think of this."

Liao Mingyu smiled slightly, but he didn't explain too much. He still doesn't understand the Yankee's little thoughts?

These guys always put their interests first, and they always want to intervene in the military and political fields of other countries, support their own puppets, and then influence the political decisions of other countries.

In the original time and space, Sun Liren was a pro-American person selected by the Americans. He had the experience of graduating from the Virginia Military Academy. He had a very good relationship with Stilwell in Burma. After the war, he even won the favor of Britain and the United States. .

Later, the bald head retired to Baodao, and the relationship with Truman gradually collapsed. The Yankees wanted to push Sun Liren to the front to replace the bald head. Unfortunately, the latter did not have much political savvy, otherwise he would not have been imprisoned for more than 20 years...

American material assistance is not so easy to get, and Stilwell offers quite a lot of conditions. Liao Mingyu is very aware of these routines. There is no free lunch in the world, and what others give you with a smile is not necessarily good. You have to think about it. There is a way to eat the sugar coating on the outside, but the poison inside cannot be swallowed.

Just as the two of them were chatting with each other, there was a knock on the door.

"Report, Commander Fan is here."

"Brother, why are you calling me in such a hurry?"

The chubby Fan Shaozeng walked with the wind, and the voice came first before anyone arrived, and when he came in, he cut to the chase and asked, "Officer Meng is here too, why don't you go back to the headquarters?"

"Hehe, brother, don't worry, I'm going to India soon, time is urgent so I won't talk too much, Meng is annoying..."

Speaking of which, Liao Mingyu winked, and Meng Fanruo immediately came to his senses, greeted him and walked out.

"Fan Bao, you also go out and walk around, and close the door..."

"Yes."

After the two left, the room fell silent instantly. Fan Shaozeng didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly asked, "Brother, why is this so mysterious?"

Liao Mingyu took out a cigarette and handed it to the other party. After lighting it for the other party, he said tentatively: "The battle on the front line has come to an end. The head of state is now preparing to let the 88th Army return to China for reorganization. Although the order has not yet been issued, Minister Chen's message has been sent coming."

"This is not a good thing. Going back is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. The virtues of those bastard sons, haha...I dare say that the 88th Army will have to change its family soon."

Fan Shaozeng blurted out without thinking, which surprised Liao Mingyu.

"Well, that's the reason. Brother, you know my plan. Originally, I planned to use the help of the Yankees to expand the troops in the next step, so that the troops can go south more confidently, but now it seems..."

Fan Shaozeng thought about it for a while, and then said without hesitation: "Just do whatever you want. If the superiors blame you, I will help you first. Once the battle starts, many things will not be clear."

"Then trouble brother, we are both grasshoppers on the same vine now, whether we can gain a firm foothold in Myanmar in the future depends on us joining hands."

Liao Mingyu said with a smile, his tone was quite sincere, but there was a trace of brilliance hidden deep in his eyes.

"Hmm..." Fan Shaozeng agreed casually with a look of embarrassment on his face, as if he was engaged in some psychological struggle.

After a while, he finally couldn't help the restlessness of his conscience, and said, "I have something to tell you once. I received a secret report from He Yingqin this morning. They have already started to think of ways to deal with you..."

"Ah?" Liao Mingyu pretended to be shocked, and quietly listened to the other party's words, but he was not surprised at all.

In fact, as early as Fan Bao received the telegram, Yu Sifan's intelligence team intercepted the entire content of the telegram and reported it to Liao Mingyu immediately.

And the reason why he remained calm was to see if Fan Shaozeng would tell the story.

After all, people's hearts are separated from each other, and at this most critical moment, some things have to be guarded against.

Fortunately, this wise and foolish "Commander Harbin" didn't hide anything, and told everything honestly. From this moment on, Liao Mingyu's last suspicion of him disappeared.

"Okay, brother, I know about this matter, don't worry about those people, now we are far away from the emperor, and they can't do anything if they want to come."

"Well, that's right... As long as you don't go back, He Yingqin can't do anything about it, and wants me to act like an asshole behind the scenes, he really can figure it out!"

Speaking of this matter, Fan Shaozeng was furious, looking at him, he wished he could go to Kunming now, and take that bastard surnamed He out and beat him up.

(End of this chapter)