"Let the situation of the troops be as it is for now. This is just a tentative plan. We will make adjustments if changes are needed in the future."
After taking his last puff of cigarette, Liao Mingyu pressed the burnt cigarette in his hand into the empty can full of cigarette butts.
"Tuanzi, there is one more thing... I don't know..."
Meng Fan was hesitant again, "I don't know whether to say it or not."
"Chief of Staff Meng, when will you change this annoying habit? Just tell me if you have something to do. If you don't act like a bitch again, I will let you be the deputy company commander again!"
Liao Mingyu said dissatisfied. Hesitation and hesitation should be avoided in the army. If he were to be placed in the army of his original time and space, it would be strange if such soldiers were not beaten by the squad leader every day.
"Yes, yes, you're talking nonsense. I'm used to talking like this before."
Meng Fanxia hurriedly accompanied him, and then said: "I want to say that our army now has almost a thousand people including the wounded, and I have been back to Zenda for several days. Should I pay the military salary first? It also puts everyone’s peace of mind at ease.”
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 in a war? Isn't it just to have food to eat and to have a good hair?
Nowadays, it is not uncommon for the army to smuggle guns on empty pay. Not to mention the officials above, let alone paying them out on time, it would be great if they can give it to you once every few months.
"How much is the salary of an ordinary soldier now?" Liao Mingyu asked with a frown.
"Based on the current national crisis, the salary of a soldier is 7.8 yuan per month. The salary of a non-commissioned officer is a little higher, around 15 yuan. As for an officer, let alone..."
"Of course, we don't need to pay the full amount of the group seats. In today's world, the big-head soldiers can get 2.3 yuan every month on time. They are already burning incense. Like we used to, not to mention military pay, we only have money every day. Stewed pumpkin in water!”
Meng Fanlai slowly said that normally, the military salary for the thousand of them would cost at least 10,000 yuan. Such a burden would be a disaster for a newly formed army.
Fortunately, there are wartime methods. As Meng Fangliao said, these guys who were originally defeated did not have high expectations. As long as they had a full meal and 2.3 yuan a month, that would be enough. Satisfied.
Take their Myanmar side as an example. There were many vacancies in the expeditionary force, and when they entered Myanmar, the commanders of the troops at all levels had already received a lot of money. In the end, when the war failed, many lower-level cadres and soldiers died of illness, starvation, or were killed by the enemy or fled. This includes their Sichuan Legion.
While the Burmese Army was humiliating the country by losing a soldier and the whole country was shocked, and the relatives of the soldiers received the bad news and were extremely sad, many of the commanders and military supplies personnel of the Burmese Army were full of joy and laughter.
Because they can make a lot of money, and the large amounts of foreign exchange and military supplies they receive no longer need to be distributed to those dead people. The more dead people escape, the better it is for them and the happier they will be. Why don't you earn more? Who will care about those dead people and deserters?
"How many weapons do the little devils have in the warehouse?"
Liao Mingyu already had an idea. He couldn't do it with free money, but he was still willing to trade private guns. The army needs money to grow and develop, and the superiors have always been stingy. It is more difficult to get them to spend more than to fight against the little devils. It is better to seek help from others than from yourself. If I don’t have money, I can earn it myself.
"There are still about 200 Type 38s. There are not many 6.5mm bullets. Let's get 3,000 rounds. There are also a few crooked handles and grenades. The Type 92 heavy machine gun is too heavy and you didn't let me take it. We blew them up on the other side. Yes. There are also some Japanese artillery shells and grenades, medicines, canned meat and so on."
Long Wenwen interrupted. He personally led people to put in the little devil's weapons and equipment, and he knew this area better than anyone else.
"This way, it's dead, now you take people to count all the Japanese weapons, keep the food and medicine, pick out the guns and ammunition that we can't use, and the rags and rags, and write down a list."
Then Liao Mingyu ordered Meng Fan again: "I'm sorry, I'd better call Mi Long and a few brothers tomorrow to take a small batch of arms to the black market to tread water. It's best to contact a big seller."
"Yes! Don't worry, Tuan."
Meng Fanlai patted his chest and promised.
…
Early the next morning, Meng Fan asked Mi Long and two or three veterans to go out.
They found a cart, put more than 30 rifles, several grenade launchers, and some bullets on it, and drove the cart to the Zenda black market.
The bluestone paths in Zenda are winding and winding, with green brick houses of different heights and stone paths crisscrossing each other. The route is quite complicated. If a stranger came here unexpectedly, he would definitely not be able to find Bei.
Although the sparrow is small, it has all the essentials. Even though it is an inconspicuous town, there are so many doorstops in it that will surprise you.
As a large town on the border of China. Before the war, it was also a place for transit and gathering with Myanmar. Many businessmen or people from Myanmar and even Southeast Asia will pass by Zenda to do business or use it as a resting place.
Although it lost its former bustle and glory after the war, people of all religions and nine schools are not uncommon in the town. The gentry are extremely rich, but the poor have no food to eat. From time to time, you will see poor people dying of hunger on the street.
According to Meng Fangliao's words: The water in this corner of Zenda is very deep, and it is far less calm than you seem on the surface. Among them, the black market located in the southeast corner of the town is particularly popular.
The tall Milong was pulling the cart in front, while several other people were pushing and pulling beside it.
"Huh... I can't do it anymore. Let's take a break and take a break."
After walking for only twenty minutes after leaving the station, Mi Long was sweating profusely and felt a little weak. I saw him stopping the cart, holding his legs with his hands and breathing heavily.
"What's wrong? Mr. Long, why are you so weak today?"
Meng Fanglia looked at his weak appearance and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, so he joked aloud.
"I don't know. I was fine a few days ago. But today I woke up and something didn't feel right. I only had to do so much work, and my legs were so weak and trembling."
Milong wiped the sweat from his face, puzzled. He was horrified to find that his legs were weak and he was trembling slightly.
"Isn't this a bad thing? I'm only in my thirties and I already suffered from this disease!"
Meng Fan got so angry when he mentioned this, he continued to spray the dragon: "Didn't you create this by yourself? You said that you, a black couple, work hard every day to create villains. If you are right, who is? "
"Go away, you guys are jealous of me. Ouch! You black-hearted Meng is annoying... Stop for me!"
Seeing that Mi Long was still unconvinced, Meng Fangla pinched the inside of his thigh hard, which really added more pain to Mi Long's already weak thigh.
…
After all the trouble, the group of people slowly came to the black market.
The old dealers on the black market saw a few soldiers dragging a cart of guns over from a distance. The God of Wealth is here again! Several people stepped forward excitedly.
"Oh, the military master is here to get some good stuff again?"
"Hey, what do you think, Master Jun, is it still the old rule for us brothers to share it together?"
They just sold a batch of arms two days ago, which made these dealers really make a lot of money. So they were deeply impressed by Meng Fan. They all came around enthusiastically and asked questions.
"Don't worry, listen up. We are not here today to look for retail investors. Did you see that there are four or five trucks of guns and ammunition like this one?"
"I'll give you a chance, and whoever can afford it will come forward. But I have to remind you, I'm afraid you can't even think about it if it's less than tens of millions."
Meng Fangli 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 young master. Maybe the young master will reward you with a few rifles when he is happy!"
Everyone was shocked. It seemed that these soldiers wanted to play big...
