"No! That's impossible! Oh my god, you're such a robber!"
Smith's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears. The seemingly gentle young man in front of him actually opened his mouth and asked for 5 million bullets, 500,000 various artillery shells, and a large number of tanks and heavy trucks. , towed gun...
It's so shameless. It's like a lion opening its mouth. How can it be like this?
Dong Dao on the side looked dumbfounded and didn't know what Shen Zuo said, which made the old foreigner furious.
Liao Mingyu took a few sips of water calmly and said calmly: "Don't be impatient yet. We have an old saying in China, asking for a high price, but you have to pay it back when you land?"
"What? What do you mean?" Smith obviously did not understand the profound Chinese culture.
"Everything is negotiable. Just tell me how sincere you can be, and I'll think about it." Liao Mingyu seemed to be sure of him, crossing his legs and not in any hurry.
Who told this old fox to cheat last time? This time he must be dealt with properly.
"Well... I have up to 1.5 million rounds of ammunition, 200,000 artillery shells, 8,000 rifles and submachine guns, rocket launchers, mortars, and flamethrowers. I will try my best to give you an additional 5,000 sets of individual equipment. This is already what I have. It’s the limit of what can be done.”
Smith spread his hands, indicating that he had revealed all his cards.
"Where are the tanks? Where are the trucks? Where are the artillery? Even if you give them less, you don't really think that our Third Division can kill the little Japanese with only semi-automatic rifles, do you?"
Liao Mingyu sneered, if there was no equipment and tactics to crush, how could it be possible to achieve these results in the face of the fierce little Japs.
But the price of this is that it relies more on logistical supplies, especially those of Chen Jize's Third Regiment. The tank battalion has been unable to push forward until now, and the speed of the truck supply line is getting slower and slower. In addition to the fatigue of the soldiers, the consumption of fuel and ammunition is also a factor. The numbers are astronomical, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced before they are replenished.
"Your Excellency, Commander, as I said last time, heavy equipment such as artillery and tractors cannot be transported at all, and the Sherman cannot be loaded on the aircraft, so please don't make things difficult for me." Smith complained endlessly and was satisfied. The wrinkles on his face are almost bunched up, but this damn young officer is still as difficult to deal with as ever.
"Then there's nothing I can do to help. The troops attacking Nankan have consumed too much. They've almost run out of fuel, artillery shells, and so on. They won't be able to move in a short time." Liao Mingyu turned his head and said leisurely.
"Don't you still have several teams in your hands?"
"The people going to Lashio are already on their way. You won't let me call them back, will you? Besides, don't my men need to rest? Don't forget how many battles we fought from Mangshi to Nankan."
"Goddamnit!" Smith finally couldn't help but cursed, and his lungs were about to explode.
This bastard was really hateful. He resisted the urge to walk away and tried to calm down: "I will find a solution for the fuel. I will also ask them to send a batch of Sherman shells and a few tank maintenance personnel, and other things." I’ll add some more supplies.”
Liao Mingyu still shook his head, picked up the water glass and looked out the window, ignoring him with a casual look.
Smith was like a deflated ball. He tremblingly took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Damn, in his entire life, he had never met someone as incompetent as Liao Mingyu.
In fact, like most Americans, he came to China with the attitude of completing his work. He has been in Southeast Asia for more than a year for this job. He has long been fed up with the climate and conditions here, and he always wants to retire and go home. Live your old age in peace.
But as long as the Japanese stay in Southeast Asia, Smith won't be able to leave. If this battle doesn't end, he may be kept here until he dies.
The only way is to end this war as soon as possible, and as the Allied liaison officer, all he can do is provide supplies to help the Chinese people fight the war.
Smith was heartbroken when he thought of this, and said with difficulty: "Actually... what you want is not impossible."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"At least the road to India needs to be opened, otherwise I won't be able to get the things even if I have them."
Because the highway system in northern Myanmar is occupied by the Japanese army, both the troops stationed in India and the materials supporting China are coming from the sea through the ports in India and then transported to western Yunnan via the Hump Line, so this period is like a traction Heavy units such as guns and tanks basically cannot reach China.
So Smith didn't lie. Apart from basic supplies such as ammunition, he really couldn't get what Liao Mingyu wanted. However, it would be different when the Yunnan-Burma Highway was opened to connect to India.
After a "fierce battle" between the two, Smith finally agreed to support 2 million rounds of various ammunition, 100,000 mk2 grenades, 150 60mm mortars, 60 81mm mortars, and 60mm to 200,000 155mm artillery shells of various types.
There are also 12,000 Garand rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, rocket launchers and other weapons, plus 20,000 sets of individual soldier equipment, such as helmets, clothing, ammunition bags and other items. These things will be shipped as soon as possible in the next few days. Sent to the front line.
Smith also promised to provide a batch of oil and several maintenance technicians for tanks and armored vehicles to help with the daily maintenance and upkeep of the Third Division's armored forces.
"Then it's settled, dear Smith, you have to hurry up about the supplies. Don't let things like last time happen again. And our agreement... don't forget it."
Liao Mingyu smiled and stretched out his right hand. He was very satisfied with the final result. Today can be considered a major harvest.
I have to admire how generous these Americans are. They can arm an entire army with just these supplies. I can't get back so many things with the few points I have left.
Maybe the system will ask this old boy to send supplies to him in the future, Liao Mingyu thought.
Smith shook hands with him with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "I will make arrangements, but I also hope you can send troops as soon as possible. After all, it will be good for you and me to end this war as soon as possible."
The lion opened his mouth and emptied out almost all his hoards in Western Yunnan. Originally, these supplies were intended to be given to various units of the Western Yunnan Expeditionary Force in batches to help them increase their combat effectiveness and counterattack Burma as soon as possible.
But now it seems that the combat effectiveness of those guys is really unbearable, and they are still being dragged forward slowly in Tengchong. Instead of investing in an expeditionary force full of uncertainty, it is better to cooperate with the powerful Liao Mingyu. At least on the surface, the latter has That strength.
In order to end the war in Southeast Asia as soon as possible and for his own happy old age after retirement, Smith also risked his life and directly supported the third division. After all, things have to be given. It is given to ten people, and it is given to one person. The most important thing is that one person is stronger than the other ten.
Regarding heavy units such as tanks and artillery, which was his final agreement with Liao Mingyu, he could only wait until the battle in northern Myanmar was over...
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