Mu Jiaqi smiled and said: "Captain Ma led the cavalry team to travel in the rain very hard. When we arrive at the Mu family's territory in the Golden Triangle, we have a good rest. We two brothers will get closer in the future."
"You're welcome, Mr. Mu. The caravan goes out to the barbarian side and earns money by selling its life." Ma Jun said calmly: "The goods arrived safely, and the shipping fee is just a penny."
We are all foxes for thousands of years, and no one should play with each other. The reason why Mu Jiaqi tried his best to win over Ma Wei and himself was simply because the caravan had taken a fancy to the secret route that the caravan had taken through the dense forests of northern Myanmar for many years.
Now, the whole of northern Myanmar has changed. Giant warrior pickup trucks patrol the Burma Highway day and night. The Kachin Independence Army is ambiguous. It is already very difficult for supplies to cross the border from Kachin State.
Once Mogok draws a clear line with the Mu family and continues to help the Mu family transport goods, he will really make money for his life.
Mu Jiaqi also knows that people's minds change under tremendous pressure, even if Ma Wei comes to northern Myanmar.
Ma Wei has always been in charge of finance with Erguotou, but she knows nothing about the Ancient Tea Horse Road hidden in the deep mountains and forests.
If you want to safely transport China's supplies to the Golden Triangle, you must rely on these potheads who have the Ancient Tea Horse Road engraved in their minds.
The smile on his face was still gentle and elegant, without a trace of anger or shame. He cast a veiled glance at the box that was the most closely guarded among the cavalry.
He turned and glanced at Ma Wei beside him: "The caravan has a long history and is well-organized, but it is banned by the Chinese government. It is really heartbreaking. The second lady Ma Wei plans to gather the caravan disciples scattered in northern Myanmar. Rebuild the caravan.”
Ma Jun glanced at Ma Wei in astonishment. In this era, caravan disciples still went out to earn money for their lives because they had no other means of making a living and could only do this most painful and tiring job.
The Kachin Independence Army, the Benglong Army, the Kokang Army, the Wa State Army, and all the ethnic armies in northern Myanmar that have been suppressed and marginalized by the Myanmar military government are all patrons of the horse gang.
But now Lashio is no longer the largest material hoarding base. The material supply of the Kachin Independence Army and the Collapse Dragon Army has been taken over by the Red Star Group.
Moreover, the eldest lady Ma Rui has already planned to establish a logistics company in Muse and Baihu.
As the head of the caravan, he could tell at a glance that Baihu and Ma Rui's purpose was to monopolize the supply of materials to all ethnic groups in northern Myanmar.
In other words, in northern Myanmar where officials and bandits are indistinguishable, the Muse Three Heroes who guard Muse Lashio have actually become the overlords on the Burma Highway.
The Burma Highway is like a sword, dividing northern Myanmar in two.
On one side is Kachin State and on the other side is Kokang District.
If materials entering Kachin State from Houqiao Port want to be transported to Kokang District through the Burma Highway, they will risk being shot by heavy machine guns.
And this kind of thing has really been done by Cunning Tiger and Greedy Wolf.
Outside Menggu Town, in the Qingshui River case, dozens of armed pickup trucks killed a company of the Zhu family's Kokang Army...
As a caravan, we are unable to compete with these land-hungry warlords.
Suddenly, birds flew away in the silent rain forest.
The cavalry army made a gesture, and the entire cavalry team immediately stopped moving forward. Several cavalry disciples responsible for opening the road quietly got into the dense jungle.
It took a full quarter of an hour before a disciple turned back.
"Separate the pot heads, the cavalry appears in front."
Ma Jun's heart tightened involuntarily. Those wandering in the mountains and forests at this time were nothing more than Shanjun bandits doing some roadblocking and robbery.
Moreover, ordinary mountain army bandits will take a detour when they see such a huge team.
The law of the jungle is that the weak will prey on the strong. If we meet head-on, we still don’t know who is robbing whom. What's more important is that the Shanjun bandits are engaged in road robbery and will never bring horses with them.
"All alert!".
As soon as Ma Jun gave the order, the cavalry under his command immediately went into alert posture. The originally compact formation once again gathered and shrank. A company of troops huddled together. The fifty gun-wielding disciples standing at the front, He put the AK-47 on his back and pulled out the thick sword.
The caravan disciples behind them had their guns on their shoulders.
In a chaotic fight in the jungle, unless shooting at close range, guns are not very useful.
Moreover, the sound of gunfire will attract more bandits from the mountain army. Once the situation breaks down, a pack of wolves will break into the sheep.
The mountain army bandits who blocked the road and robbed them also did not want to give others a piece of the pie.
Therefore, once a contact battle occurs in the jungles of northern Myanmar, both the enemy and us will unanimously choose to end the battle with knives.
In the blink of an eye, the caravan disciples had formed a fighting formation. Everyone stared nervously at the dense jungle ahead, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.
It was a well-trained subconscious reaction for them to form formations to protect themselves, but they did not think that anyone would dare to rob this cavalry team.
A company of Kokang veterans is equipped with brand new AK-47s and sharp Kokang knives.
With the addition of fifty elite caravans, such a lineup can defeat many mountain army bandits.
Mu Jiaqi and Ma Wei pulled the bamboo hats on their heads and looked ahead with their binoculars.
In northern Myanmar, the largest mountain army is Daozhai.
The most famous bandit is Dao Zhen, the young master of Dao Village.
It's not because of his cruelty, but because of his unforgettable bald head.
The telescope gradually moved, and Mu Jiaqi's heart gradually became cold.
Shanjun bandits are bandits, but they are not an army. Generally speaking, even Shanjun from bandit base camps like Daozhai have no discipline and all kinds of equipment.
However, in the cavalry blocking the road ahead, each of the mountain troops was short in stature, with obvious plateau red on their faces, and in their hands was the Bayi shoulder from the flower grower's military industry.
They did not form a formation, but were hidden behind trees in an orderly manner, but the extended muzzles blocked all paths forward.
The telescope in Mu Jiaqi's hand finally landed on a woman.
Princess Jinsha.
Standing next to her was Zuo Qi, the leader of the old Sanchi Guard Regiment.
Unknown army, Daozhai Mountain Army, Kachin Guard Regiment.
Princess Jinsha looked at the supplies on the back of the packhorse elephant with a sweet smile on her face.
Liu Le is a person who makes people forget selectively. When he stands next to Dao Zhen, everyone's eyes will focus on Dao Zhen and completely ignore him.
Just as easily ignored as him, there is another person.
Retired Sichuan-Tibet line commander, Wei Qiang.
He is also 1.7 meters tall, with an obvious plateau red color on his face, carrying the Bayi Bar on his back, the 92 Style on his waist, and in his hand is a mountain cleaver produced by Daozhai.
"Liu Le, we really want to rob this cavalry team."
Liu Le glanced at him and said calmly: "In northern Myanmar, the government army, local army, and ethnic army are all bandits. However, the cavalry in front of them are drug lords who are more cruel and cunning than the bandits."
