"Let's do this for the troops, this is just a tentative plan, and we will make adjustments if there are changes in the future."

After taking the last puff of cigarette, Liao Mingyu pressed the cigarette in his hand to the end into the empty can full of cigarette butts.

"Tuanza, there's one more thing... I don't know..."

Meng was annoyed and hesitated to say that "I don't know whether to talk about it or not"

"I said Chief of Staff Meng, when can you change this problem of hanging people's appetite, if you have something, you can say it, and then like a girl, Lao Tzu will let you be the deputy company commander again!"

Liao Mingyu said dissatisfied. In the army, it is imperative not to hesitate and hesitate. If it is placed in the troops of his original time and space, it is strange that such soldiers are not cut by squad leaders every day.

"Yes, yes, the mouth is down. This used to be used to talking. ”

Meng was annoyed and hurriedly accompanied, and then said: "I want to say that our troops now count about 1,000 wounded, and this is a good thing to have been back in Zenda for a few days." Did you pay the military salary first, so as to reassure everyone. ”

This is a difficult problem, but it is also a problem that must be faced, many soldiers do not have such a high consciousness, what do they want to fight as soldiers, isn't it just to have food to eat and make a sound.

And now it is not uncommon in the army to smuggle guns with empty salaries, not to mention the timely distribution of the officials above, it would be good to be able to give it to you once every few months.

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

"According to the current national disaster, the big soldier's money is 7.8 yuan per month. The non-commissioned officer is a little taller, 15 blocks up and down. Officers, not to mention ......"

"Of course, we don't need to distribute the full amount, now in this world, the big-headed soldiers who can receive 2.3 oceans on time every month have already burned high incense, like we used to not talk about military salaries, only a mouthful of water stewed pumpkin every day!"

Meng was annoyed and said slowly, according to normal speaking, the military salary of their thousand people needs at least more than 10,000 oceans. Such a burden is nothing short of a catastrophe for a newly formed army.

Fortunately, there are wartime methods in wartime, just like Meng Fu said, their gang of guys who were originally defeated soldiers do not have high luxury, as long as they have a full meal, they can have 2.3 oceans every month, then they will be satisfied.

Take their Burmese side, for example. There were many vacancies in the expeditionary force, and the commanders of all ranks had already received a lot of money when they entered Burma. Eventually, when the war was lost, many of the lower-ranking cadres and soldiers died of illness, starvation, or were killed by the enemy and fled. This includes their Sichuan legion.

At a time when the Burmese army was mourning and humiliating the country, the whole country was shaken, and the relatives of the soldiers were receiving bad news and were full of grief, many commanders and quartermasters of the Burmese army were full of joy and laughter.

Because they can make a big profit, and the large quantities of foreign exchange and military rings they receive will no longer have to be sent to the dead. The more the dead flee, the better it will be for them, and the more happy they will be. Isn't it good to earn more on your own, who will care about the dead and deserters.

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

Liao Mingyu already has an idea, he can't do it with empty salaries, and he is still willing to do private gun trading. The development and growth of the army needs money, and the boss has always become accustomed to picking on the door, and it is more difficult to get them to take out more than to fight with the little devils. Better do it than wish it done. I don't have any money, I earn it myself.

"There are about 200 Type 38 rounds, and there are not many 6.5mm bullets, so let's do 3,000 rounds. There were also a few crooked handles and grenadiers. The Type 92 heavy machine gun was too heavy for you to bring it, and we blew it up on the other side. There are also some little devils' shells, grenades, medicines and canned meat and whatever. ”

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

"In this way, dead, dead, you now take someone to count all the Japanese weapons, food and medicine are left, pick out the guns and ammunition that we don't need, and those that are as tattered, and write a list."

Then Liao Mingyu ordered Meng again: "I'm annoying, tomorrow I will call Mi Long and a few brothers, first bring a small batch of arms to the black market to tread water, it is best to contact a big seller." ”

"Yes! Rest assured. ”

Meng patted his chest and reassured.

……

Early the next morning, Meng was annoyed and called Mi Long and two or three veterans out of the door.

They found a cart and put more than 30 rifles and a few grenadiers on it, as well as some bullets, and drove the cart to the Zenda black market.

The bluestone path of Chanda winds and turns, and the blue-brick houses of different heights criss-cross the stone-paved road, and the route is quite complicated. If a foreigner comes here coldly, he will definitely not be able to find the north.

The sparrows are small but full of organs, and don't look at this humble town, there are so many stalls inside that you will be amazed at how many they have.

As a small town on the border of China. Before the war, it was also a place to gather in transit with Burma. Many merchants or ordinary people from Burma and even from the South Seas would pass by the place of Chanda to buy and sell or as a resting place.

Although the excitement and glory of the past were lost after the war, people of the three religions and nine streams were not uncommon in the town. The gentry were so rich that they could not eat, and from time to time they would see poor people starving to death in the streets.

According to Meng's annoying words, the horn of Chanda is very deep, far less calm than you seem on the surface. Among them, the black market in the southeast corner of the town is the most large.

The tall dragon pulled the cart in front, and several other people pushed and dragged it beside him.

"Whew...... No, it's going to be a break. ”

After walking for more than twenty minutes after coming out of the station, Milong was sweating profusely and his body was a little weak. I saw him stop the cart, holding his legs and panting with some difficulty.

"What's the matter? Master Long, why are you so vain today? ”

Meng was annoyed and looked at his weak appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, and teased.

"I don't know, I was fine a few days ago, but it's not right to get up today, how much work have I done, 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, Lao Tzu is only in his thirties and fell into this disease!"

Speaking of this, Meng was annoyed and became angry, and he continued to spray the dragon: "Didn't you make it yourself?" You said that you black couple, who make villains every day, are you not false? ”

", you're jealous. Ouch! You're annoyed by the black-hearted Meng... You give Lao Tzu a stop! ”

Seeing that Mi Long was still unconvinced, Meng was annoyed and pinched his inner thigh, which really added to Mi Long's already weak thigh.

……

After making trouble, the group still came to the black market slowly and leisurely.

The old dealers on the black market drove away and saw a few soldiers coming with a cart of guns in tow. The God of Wealth is here again! Several people excitedly stepped forward.

"Oh, the military master is here to pour good goods again?"

"Hehe, what did the military master say this time, or is it the old rule that our brothers are divided together?"

Two days ago, they just sold a batch of arms, which made these traffickers really make a lot of money. So I was deeply impressed by Meng Furen. They all enthusiastically gathered around to ask questions.

"Don't mind, listen up, we're not here to find retail investors today, see no, like this cart of guns and ammunition, we still have four or five carts."

"I'll give you a chance, who can stand up for it, but the little master has to remind you, I don't even think about it."

Meng cleared his dry throat with annoyance, and then said:

"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 as soon as he is happy!"

Everyone is amazed, it seems that these soldiers want to play big......