After contacting the workshop of the Black Rock supply point, sure enough, as Liu Junshan predicted, it would take 3 days to wait after placing an order, and 15 alchemy fast archers would arrive.

After two days, he felt more and more bored with nothing to do, so he moved a bamboo chair and sat in the corner of the wall on the first floor of the shop, sitting idly to kill time by buying and selling, and suddenly saw Liu Junshan, who had not been seen for twenty or thirty hours, striding into the treasure Zhai, and greeted the clerk loudly with an excited face: "Lu Sheng, Xu Qiang, Liu Gang... There's big business coming to the door, come with me. ”

Several clerks who were named naturally gathered at the same time, and Zhang Longchu also stood up curiously, walked to Liu Junshan's side and asked, "Junshan, what big business has come to the door?" ”

"Zhang Xian, you're here too." Liu Junshan was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "One of my communes in Sabah recently was unexpectedly promoted to the post of deputy chief of logistics of the 231st Army of the Malaysian Marine Army because of his outstanding performance in the war with the Oduro State.

"You've already told me about this, haven't you already set up a business point on the front line," Zhang Longchu interrupted Liu Junshan's words and said, "Why are you in a hurry to do big business now?" ”

At this time, time was pressing, but the proprietor who had always trusted him asked curiously, and he couldn't help but answer carefully, Liu Junshan could only patiently explain: "Zhang Xian. Placing trade points on the front line is a military quartermaster, not a military partner. The two sound similar, but in fact, the rights are completely different.

To put it simply, the difference is. Munitions dealers can only provide goods to the army, but munitions partners can sell and buy, of course, sometimes munitions dealers can also obtain some munitions partner rights if they get through contacts, but it is always unjustifiable. ”

Zhang Longchu didn't seem to understand when he heard it, but seeing the anxious expression on Liu Junshan's face, he didn't continue to ask, but said on a whim in a desperate boredom: "I've been in the store for the past two days and I haven't done anything, I'm almost moldy, why don't I go find something to do with you, what do you think?" ”

Knowing that the proprietor didn't distrust himself but was bored and wanted to follow, Liu Junshan nodded with a smile and said, "Of course it's better if you are willing to go."

At that time, I will introduce you to the township party who has taken office as the deputy head of military logistics. It is also evident that the firm values its relationship with him. ”

"Don't," Zhang Longchu shook his head again and again: "I just go to kill and kill time, but I don't want to get acquainted with those big people in the army."

Besides, I said a long time ago, everything in the business of picking up Bao Zhai is based on you, and I will not come forward. ”

Listening to the proprietor's words, Liu Junshan was more like a reassuring pill, his frowning brows were relaxed, and he quickly ordered his buddies in good spirits, and took Zhang Longchu to sit in four brand-new medium-sized mountain trucks. Arrived at the main gate of the Robeco supply point next to the side of Mount Kinabalu.

At this time, on both sides of the street inside the supply point, hundreds of off-road trucks of different models of various sizes had already gathered on the hillside outside the door, which was really inconspicuous in terms of the scale of the Baozhai convoy.

However, since he is qualified to distribute this war money, it means that there is a powerful and well-connected figure standing behind the firm. Even if they are in competition with each other, no one will take the initiative to talk to the clerks and guys of each business after they get out of the car door, but there is no such thing as being ridiculed and scorned for no reason.

After that, I waited for more than ten minutes at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, hidden in the sunlight behind a thin rain cloud. Several military patrol cars galloped down from the top of the hill and rushed behind the supply point. Several logistics officers of different heights, but all of them looked quite fat, pushed the door and stepped out of the military vehicle. Loudly announcing the number of his unit, he began to gather the convoys of his respective quartermaster's partners.

The logistics officer of the 231st Army of the Malaysian Land Station is a middle-aged Asian man whose skin is rare and white in Kalimantan, although he just got off the train and tried to make a solemn and serious appearance, but he quickly became amiable under the offensive of several red envelopes, and it was obvious that the initial business attitude was just a means of blackmail and bribery in disguise.

And obviously he had just put more than 100,000 ringgit into his purse, he immediately said with emotion to the quartermaster partners of his army, with a bitter face: "Bosses, when I left, the battle was still going on, the Ossadines have gone crazy these days, the offensive is getting more and more fierce, the casualties on the battlefield are increasing, and the wealth of you big businessmen is naturally getting bigger and bigger."

For example, Lieutenant Colonel Li Jinrong, the commander of the 1st Regiment of our Logistics Brigade, whose hometown is in Tuyare, Sabah, wrote to his wife yesterday saying that the house of the only public middle school in the entire county was hit by a torrential rain and was about to collapse..."

This time, without waiting for him to finish speaking, an agent of the Chamber of Commerce who was familiar with him interrupted with a smile: "Okay, Major Song, we are all people who know about Entubao, as long as the business is doing well, we can discuss any miscellaneous matters slowly, what do you think?" ”

"With Mr. Liu's words, it's all right," the fat logistics officer smiled with satisfaction on his face when he heard this, nodded and said, "Let's set off." After issuing a special number plate, he got into the patrol car and drove towards Mount Kinabalu as the first to lead the way.

Behind the military vehicle, all the munitions dealers, including Bao Zhai, hurriedly pasted the number plate on the most conspicuous part of the front windshield of the truck, followed firmly, and rushed all the way to the forefront of the large-scale exchange of fire between the armies of Southeast Asian countries and the regular army of the Oduro country.

At this time, a fierce battle had obviously just ended, and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, although most of the battle-torn troops had been transferred to underground fortifications to rest, there were still a few heavily armed sergeants cautiously following the life detectors who were also wearing body armor or holding 'Didi...' sounds, looking for those soldiers who were seriously injured on the earth but were not dead but could not move and make a sound;

Or carry a stretcher in pairs, carrying a medical kit on their backs, to give first aid to the found near-death and comatose sergeants, transfer them to the side of the paramedics, and replenish the guns of the Osadine warriors who are not dead.

Parking the car behind a dilapidated fortification, the white fat logistics officer got out of the patrol car and glanced at the tragic scene on the main battlefield not far away, and his face showed a kind of sad wound that disappeared in an instant.

Patiently waited until the convoy of munitions traders following behind him stopped beside him, and one by one the businessmen and men got out of the car, and he shouted loudly: "Bosses, it's still the old rules.

When the medics retreat, everyone can be accompanied by our logistics soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and the general 'scrapped' loot is bought and sold at the public price, Osadine's magic equipment;

Or the large firearms left on the battlefield by our Malaysian warriors are auctioned in three rounds, and of course the first to pick up the business has the right of first refusal..."

"Zhang Xian, it is said that it is scrapped, but in fact, the trading is all armed equipment that can be used continuously," Seeing that the proprietor got out of the car and looked at the battlefield full of corpses in front of him in a daze, Liu Junshan explained in a low voice for unknown reasons: "How can you not get rich when good arms are sold as scrap, the profit from this transaction can be at least one million."

More importantly, with the qualification of a munitions trader, after making a reputation, I am confident that if there is another war in the frontier area, our firm will definitely be able to connect with troops of different numbers and continue this business for a long time..."

"Junshan, don't talk about it in the future, how many times do you think we can do the business of cleaning up the battlefield in this war with the Osatin plane?" Zhang Longchu came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression.

Liu Junshan was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and said: "Zhang Xian, according to past practice, the wars in which the Ossadines take the initiative to launch provocations generally do not last too long, two or three months is already the limit, and according to the time, it has now reached the end of the war.

And generally only by launching a big war can there be value in cleaning up the battlefield, plus the scale of our business is limited, and we can't hoard too many arms, I think 4 or 5 chances are about the same. ”

"4 or 5 times," Zhang Longchu showed an irrepressible expression of ecstasy on his face, "That should be enough", after the medical soldiers retreated, he held back his excitement and followed the flow of people into the mountain of dead corpses.

No matter what justified interpretation the so-called 'cleaning the battlefield' is, after all, it is only an unspoken rule, and the dirty transaction of collusion between military and businessmen will naturally block the scene when it is carried out.

Without the disturbance of plane mercenaries and explorers, and the soldiers were all hiding in underground fortifications to rest after a big battle, Zhang Longchu walked among the supply point merchants, men, and logistics soldiers who had almost zero chance of appearing transcendental, and quietly pulled black and white phantoms out of the corpses of the war dead and swallowed them into his stomach.

Although most of the corpses have been dead for too long, the souls have dissipated;

Those noble generals of Ossadine and Earth officers with supernatural powers were all collected by their loyal subordinates as soon as they died, and it was impossible for them to become his prey, but after being busy for several hours, they still absorbed the equivalent of 300 souls of the general public.

And this kind of harvest is almost equivalent to the last time Zhang Longchu hid in the Osatin plane, spent a month, and spent one-third of the total soul obtained from the small-scale recuperation of the Oduro country many times, which made him sigh at the subtlety of fate. (To be continued.) )