My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 76 Arms Dealer
"Let's do this for now. This is only a tentative plan. We will make adjustments if necessary."

After taking his last puff, Liao Mingyu pressed the burnt cigarette into the empty can full of cigarette butts.

"Tuan seat, there is one more thing... I don't know..."

Meng was annoyed and hesitant to say, "I don't know if I should say it or not."

"I said, Chief of Staff Meng, when will you be able to correct this appetizing problem. If you have something to say, I will let you be a deputy company commander again like a bitch!"

Liao Mingyu said dissatisfiedly.Do not hesitate and hesitate in the army.To be placed in the troops of his original time and space, it is strange that such soldiers are not cut by the squad leader every day.

"Yes, yes, my mouth is sloppy. I used to talk before."

Meng Fan was tired and hurried to accompany him, and then he said: "I want to say that our troops are now about [-] wounded, and it has been a few days since I returned to Chanda. Do you want to send the military salaries first? It's also good for everyone's hearts."

This is a difficult problem, but it is also a problem that must be faced. Many soldiers do not have such a high level of consciousness. What is the purpose of being a soldier and fighting? Isn't it just food and sound.

Now, it is not uncommon for the army to take empty pay and smuggle guns. Not to mention the officials above, they will issue them on time. It would be good to give you once every few months.

"How much is the monthly salary of an ordinary soldier now?" Liao Mingyu asked with a frown.

"According to the current national crisis, the big-headed soldier's money is 7.8 yuan per month. The non-commissioned officer is slightly higher than 15 yuan. The officer's, let alone..."

"Of course, we don't need to pay the full amount. In today's world, the big-headed soldiers who can receive 2.3 yuan of ocean on time every month are already burning high incense. Like we used to not talk about military salaries, we only have mouths every day. Water stewed pumpkin!"

Meng was annoyed and said slowly, normally speaking, the 1000 of them need at least 1 oceans for military pay.Such a burden is a disaster for a newly formed army.

Fortunately, there are wartime solutions. As Meng Fan said, the guys who were originally defeated soldiers don't have high expectations. As long as they have a full meal, they can have 2.3 yuan a month. Satisfied.

Take their Myanmar side as an example.There are many vacancies in the expeditionary force, and when they entered Myanmar, the commanders at all levels had already received a lot of money.In the end, when the war was lost, many lower-level cadres and soldiers died of illness, starvation or being beaten by the enemy and fled.This includes their Sichuan Legion.

Just when the troops who entered the Burmese army humiliated the country, the whole country was shaken, and the relatives of the soldiers received bad news and were deeply saddened, many of the army commanders and quartermasters who entered the Burmese army were full of joy and laughter.

Because they can make a lot of money, the large amount of foreign exchange and military sounds they bring in no longer need to be distributed to those dead people.The more the dead escape, the better it will be for them, and the happier they will be.Wouldn't it be better to earn more yourself, who would care about the dead and deserters.

"How many weapons are there for the little devil in the warehouse?"

Liao Mingyu has already made up his mind, he can't do it if he can't afford it, and he is willing to do private gun business.The development and growth of the army requires money, and the bosses have always been stingy. It is more difficult to get them to spend more than to fight the little devil.Ask for others rather than yourself.I have no money to earn it myself.

"There are still about 38 Type 200s, and there are not many 6.5mm bullets. Three thousand rounds. There are also a few crooked handles and grenade launchers. Yes. And some kiddie grenades, medicine and canned meat."

Long article interjected.The little devil's weapons and equipment were brought in by him personally, and he was more familiar with this piece than anyone else.

"In this way, die, die, now you take someone to count all the Japanese weapons, leave food and medicine, pick out the guns and ammunition that we don't need, and the junk, and write a list."

Then Liao Mingyu ordered Meng Fan again: "Sorry, I'll call Milong and a few brothers tomorrow, and bring a small batch of arms to the black market to tread water. It's best to contact a big seller."

"Yes! The group seat rest assured."

Meng Fan patted his chest and assured.

……

Early the next morning, Meng Fan called Milong and two or three veterans out the door.

They found a cart, put more than 30 rifles, a few grenade launchers, and some bullets on it, and dragged the cart to the Zenda black market.

Zenda's bluestone path twists and turns, and the green brick houses and stone roads of different heights criss-cross. The route is quite complicated.If a foreigner came here unexpectedly, he would not be able to find Bei.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Don't look at this humble town, but there are so many gates in it that you will be surprised.

As a large-scale town on the border of China.Before the war, it was also considered a place for transit and gathering with Myanmar.Many businessmen or people from Burma and even Nanyang will pass by the place of Chanda to trade or use it as a resting place.

Although it lost its former excitement and glory after the war, it is not uncommon for people of the three religions to be of the highest order in the town.The tyrants were very rich, but the poor could not eat. Every now and then, they would see poor people starving to death on the street.

According to Mengfan's words: Chanda's horned water is very deep, far from being as calm as you seem on the surface.Among them, the black market in the southeast corner of the town is especially the most.

The tall Milong was pulling the scooter in front, while the others were pushing and pulling.

"Phew... No way, take a break."

After walking for twenty minutes after coming out of the station, Milong was sweating profusely and his body felt a little weak.I saw him stop the scooter, panting with some effort on his legs.

"What's the matter? Lord Long, why are you so immature today?"

Meng Fan looked at his weak appearance, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and joked aloud.

"I don't know. It was fine a few days ago, but today is not right. How much work I have to do, my legs are weak and trembling."

Milong wiped the sweat from his face, puzzled.He was horrified to find that his legs were weak and trembling slightly.

"Isn't this the end of the calf, I was only in his thirties when the root of this disease fell!"

When it comes to this Mengfan, he gets angry, and he continues to spray Milong: "You didn't make this yourself? You said that you two black couples are making villains every day, and you are true and who are false? "

"Fuck you, you are jealous of Lao Tzu. Ouch! You black-hearted Meng Fan... You stop for Lao Tzu!"

Seeing that Milong was still unconvinced, Meng Fan pinched the inside of his thigh, which really hurt Milong's already weak thigh even more.

……

After all the trouble, the group slowly came to the black market.

The old dealers on the black market saw a few soldiers walking over with a truckload of guns.The God of Wealth is here again!Several people went forward excitedly.

"Oops, Master Jun is here to pick up some good stuff again?"

"Hey, what did the military say this time, is it still the old rule that our brothers share it together?"

They just released a batch of arms two days ago, and these dealers really made a lot of money.So I was deeply impressed by Meng Fan.They all gathered around enthusiastically to ask questions.

"Don't tell me, listen carefully. Today we are not looking for retail investors. Did you see that, like this truck of guns and ammunition, we still have four or five trucks."

"I'll give you a chance, who can afford to stand up, but the young master has to remind you, I'm afraid you don't even think about it if it's less than tens of millions of dollars."

Meng Fan cleared his dry throat and continued:

"It doesn't matter if you can't eat it. Find a master who can eat this batch of goods for the little master. Maybe the little master will reward you with a few rifles when he is happy!"

Everyone was shocked, it seems that these soldiers want to play big...

(End of this chapter)