Time flies and flies... After more than a month of repairs, several main forces have basically completed their supplies and gradually restored their combat effectiveness. The frontline troops are also tentatively moving closer to the south, making all pre-war preparations.
Even so, the logistics and transportation troops did not relax. A batch of transport planes would land at Nankan Airport in a few hours, and there was an endless stream of convoys coming and going every day.
If you can look at it from the air, you will find that the winding road in the mountains and forests is like a marching team of ants, with countless wheeled heavy trucks or horse-mounted mule carts passing through.
Car drivers work two shifts throughout the day, working overtime to deliver supplies to the front lines. They would rather change cars than people to complete the heavy logistics and transportation tasks.
But this has also exhausted a large number of logistics soldiers, and there is even a jingle circulating among several transport groups: Brothers on the front line wave, and the brothers behind are exhausted...
The recovery of northern Myanmar and central Myanmar also liberated many local people and overseas Chinese. In addition to the 100,000 people in concentration camps, there are at least millions of residents in this vast area.
Compared with the brutal rule of the Japanese army, the arrival of the expeditionary force is completely different. Now a large number of local people are called on to build bridges and pave roads to widen the life transportation lines of those troops.
Of course, this was not free labor. The expeditionary force still provided certain rewards and food. The wealthy Americans did not care about the small reward. Although it was not much, it was at least enough to allow these residents to have food and clothing without having to worry about being invaded by the Japanese. Use them as gun targets, or capture them as test subjects.
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"I said, God of Wealth, why are there only ten tons of fuel for this trip? You know our armored brigade is short of nothing but this stuff. If we don't replace those iron lumps, won't they become decorations? And ammunition... my God Master, are these things enough to arm a battalion?"
"Hey, Chief Hong, don't worry, there will be more later, right? If you wait three days, the next batch of goods will be replenished for you."
Outside the armored brigade camp in Meiktila, Zhao Gongming, the general person in charge of military supplies and logistics, explained helplessly. As he spoke, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and his fat body nodded and bowed slightly funny.
Standing in front of him was Hong Mu, the armored brigade chief of staff. The latter held a transportation list and kept asking questions, with a very dissatisfied expression on his face.
"What? We have to set out with the whole army the day after tomorrow, and you still asked me to wait for three days. If Jun Zuo blames me, who will bear the responsibility?"
"Oh, you don't know, just that...that..."
Zhao Gongming hesitated to speak. After checking to make sure there was no one around him, he quietly pulled Hong Mu to a corner and whispered: "Let's go over there to the Honorary Third Division...it's really stuck. The first batch of supplies was intercepted by Commander Long." Damn it, there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Hong Mu's eyes widened and he was furious, and he cursed angrily: "Damn it, it's dead, I have to get everything first! It's not a thing anymore!"
Because Mandalay has relatively complete transportation lines, with a road network running from south to north and running from east to west, and a railway line connecting Myitkyina, materials coming from India are transported to Mandalay in advance and then distributed to Lashio. , Taunggyi, Meiktila and other areas.
And what kind of virtue is Long Wenwen? The geese plucking his hair look down on him, and the man who passes by the dung cart wants to taste the salt. How can he look at these materials in vain and not be tempted?
Therefore, the Honorable Third Division stationed there has become the talker, and all supplies passing by pass through its hands. The soldiers of the Third Division have also given full play to their division commander's "eating and grabbing" characteristics, and want everything good. The first one to get it is not only to feed yourself first, but also to keep more in your "pocket".
According to the dragon demon, it is called preparing for emergencies. Anyway, there are enough supplies at the back, and the Yankees' things seem to be free of charge. It is just an extra trip to transport them. The big deal is that he was scolded by Liao Mingyu over the phone, but why should he worry about being scolded when he has received actual benefits?
"Old Zhao, why are you so cowardly? You are the chief of logistics, don't you have the final say on logistics supplies? Why don't you dare to fight with him? If you go against him, you'll pay him back!" Hong felt unhappy. Mu suddenly accused him and began to fan the flames, trying to shift the conflict to Long Wenwen.
"I have no idea. Don't look at me, brother, as the head of the logistics headquarters, but compared to you, the commanders of the main force, that's nothing." Zhao Gongming, who didn't want to do anything, spread his hands to show that he was helpless, and said while talking. He complained about his bitterness.
"It's not that his three divisions are at the front, but he doesn't panic at all? What a fool!" Hong Mu muttered, grumbling like a nagging woman: "It can't be that he's dead, he's dead. What’s the benefit to you?”
"Hey! Brother, please don't say this nonsense. Now Junzuo is strict about logistics. Every transportation team must truthfully report the transportation situation of the day. The superiors will review it from time to time. We are not interested in doing those things."
Zhao Gongming's head shook like a rattle. Liao Mingyu had planned a logistics transportation system since the formation of the 88th Army. Each transportation had task indicators. If it was not completed on time and in quantity, the person directly responsible would be severely punished.
People from the gendarmerie and the secret service battalion would come to investigate every now and then to crack down on "private taking of benefits" and "withholding of military supplies". Once discovered, it would be disastrous.
The gendarmerie only arrest people, but the gloomy spy camp is different. If they catch them, they will shoot them directly without reporting the evidence as long as they have solid evidence.
This group of people are usually mysterious and never meet each other. They are selfless and ruthless towards everyone, and they only listen to the orders of Liao Mingyu. They are like a group of royal guards who panic when they see them.
Almost everyone in the transport unit was afraid of meeting them, especially after a few heads that couldn't control their own hands, almost no one dared to mess with the logistics supplies anymore.
In fact, the reason why Liao Mingyu did this was because of the influx of large amounts of materials. If it was not strictly controlled by iron-blooded means, the consequences of being corroded by moths would be disastrous.
In the past, front-line soldiers fought desperately, but the logistics soldiers could sit back and relax, and even became corrupt. In turn, they acted like great men and no one dared to offend them. Now... the situation has completely changed. Not only are there mission indicators, but supervision is stricter. Who knows? Those who dare to commit crimes will never be tolerated.
"Sigh... Junzuo's requirements on logistics are becoming more and more strict. Now there are not enough manpower and the transportation tasks are heavy. Look, don't I personally come to escort you? Now we split one person into two. It's not good to do it. You’ll have to lose your head.”
Zhao Gongming has a deep understanding that it is not easy to be a logistics soldier. In the past, there was a lot of money in this industry, and everyone had to smile and be polite so as not to offend. But now... if you are a little slower or the quantity is wrong, you will be beaten. If you make a small report, you will have to deal with it, or your life may be lost.
"Then I will report to Junzuo that the people in his third division are deducting military supplies without authorization and affecting the supplies of other troops. Let's see if anyone can come to deal with them!"
Hong Mu was unconvinced and said harsh words, but his confidence was obviously lacking.
"Okay, sue him! If that grandson is to be defeated, it's best to let Jun Zuo come and deal with him personally!" The shrewd Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, and he started to fan the flames.
"ah?"
Before Hong Mu could say anything, Zhao Gongming quickly added fuel to the fire: "Brother, don't be afraid. I will prove it to you when the time comes. We can't suffer the loss of being dumb, right? We must give him some color."
Isn't this wrong? Hong Mu realized, wasn't I trying to trick him into causing trouble? How could it be the other way around and make me get into trouble...
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