Wang Chen's third platoon was really lucky. Such a rare opportunity actually gave them a chance. In the drizzle, the three platoons of soldiers stood like javelins one by one, forming a formation together with the sailors who got off the Zhiyuan. Two protective nets guarded the huge tent behind him. 』Tianlai novel ww『w． 2
The tent held up by waterproof canvas was as large as fifty square meters. The shell boxes were stacked up to form a large table, and the topographic map of Borneo was spread out on it.
"Are Bai Layi's representatives here? Notify them immediately and the offensive will stop immediately. Our target this time is the Sabah area, not the entire Borneo..."
"Eat the food one bite at a time and walk the road step by step. Let them calm down and not be fanatical..."
Wang Chen listened to the scattered Yuan quotations with his ears, and he was very excited. He found that what he understood was really very similar to Yuan's strategic plan.
"Draw a horizontal line from Bailayi along the dimensional line. To the north is the control area of our Boni Province...Forcing those living kings to sign land cession agreements, we don't want all their land, we only want one-third , that is, the land of Sabah..."
"Yes, we will guarantee his status as a Tuwang and even give him the opportunity to integrate into the Chinese aristocratic circle. If he doesn't listen, I will find a small ditch for me to drown... Any Tuwang who does not understand current affairs will have all their territories Distribute it to other obedient people..."
"Agriculture, rubber industry, oil industry... these are the troika of the future economy of Boni Province. Our deep colonization is carried out along three lines..."
Wang Chen greedily absorbed the knowledge, unaware that the battalion commander Liang Kun and two representatives of the Bai Layi Chinese Guard were already standing in front of him.
"Wang Chen! Are you crazy about your wife? Why don't you salute the commander when you see him!"
"Ah? Ah... Oops, salute! I've seen you, sir..." Wang Chen took a closer look and saw that Liang Kun was looking at him with his head tilted, and behind him was an angry orderly.
Behind Liang Kun were two officers with wet military uniforms clinging to their bodies. The military uniforms were of Chinese style but did not have cap badges and epaulettes as identification marks. At first glance, they were officers of the Bai Layi Chinese Guards, and it was Fang Dong. and Wu Haoran.
Wang Chen's head shrank and he said something bad, the general found out that I was distracted, was he going to punish me, but it didn't look like his expression?
At this time, Liang Kun suddenly said, "I heard that you are the one who maintained the most complete organization in this pursuit battle? There is no shortage of soldiers in the entire platoon?"
Wang Chen came to his senses as soon as he heard this. "Report to the general! Yes, not a single member of the third platoon has been reduced, and they are also the team that rushed to the front..."
"Not bad, not bad..." Liang Kun patted Wang Chen on the shoulder and walked into the tent, but when he passed by, the general suddenly whispered, "Do you understand? Do you understand Yuan Shuo?" Those words..."
"Ah?" Wang Chen nodded unconsciously, and Liang Kun's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything.
Liang Kun was filled with emotion, saying that the Chinese people's methods of training soldiers and cultivating talents were simply unbelievable. Yuan Guo was indeed much higher than the King of Heaven back then. He thought that when the Kingdom of Heaven was prosperous, they already knew how to raise soldiers. Who has done real education? ?
But look at the Chinese people. Just a small platoon leader can actually understand Yuan's strategic plan. To put it bluntly, even if he can understand some of the terms in it, he is already awesome.
At the end of the 19th century, no country in the world implemented compulsory education. Even though the British Empire established many schools, the teaching was paid, and many children still did not have the opportunity to go to school.
Only the Chinese, an emerging nation that has inherited the Confucian tradition of respecting education, will invest a lot of financial resources in education, and not only official investment, but also private investment.
Since last year, the Chinese Central Bank has issued five million yuan of education interest-free bonds every year, usually with a three-year term. There is not a penny of interest. This is actually raising education funds from the whole society, and the people borrow money from their pockets without interest to the Ministry of Education to build schools.
However, this kind of interest-free bonds were snapped up as soon as they came on the market, which shows how much the public attaches great importance to education.
Wherever there is a cause, there is an effect. With the popularization of culture coupled with time and administrative guidance, there will naturally be an explosion of talent.
It's not uncommon for a platoon leader to understand Yuan's strategic intentions.
Liang Kun led Fang Dong and Wu Haoran into the tent. This was the first time for the two military cadets to approach Yuan at close range. The two were excited and at a loss. After saluting, Fang Dong walked forward and accidentally tripped on a rock. Almost jumped onto the map.
Just hearing the sound of triggers being pulled, the quick shooters of the Yuan Guards had already pointed their revolvers and Mauser guns at the poor house, so that he turned pale with fright.
"What are you doing? Put the gun away..." Xiao Letian turned around and glared at them. "It's rough. If only Mr. Long were here, how could there be such a joke..."
"Your name is Fangdong? Your name is Wu Haoran? Are they both from the Army Officer Training Academy?" Xiao Letian walked around the table with a smile and handed a towel to each of them.
The two of them were so excited that they didn't know whether to salute or to put on the towel first. In the end, Xiao Letian smiled and stuffed the towel into their hands, "Wipe it, I also want to hear the opinions of you locals." ...Bring over two bowls of broth!"
The so-called broth in the army is canned soup. Canned meat is minced and cooked with spices that are available everywhere in Southeast Asia. Add some scallops, dried shrimps and other seafood, stew in a pot, and add more pepper to ward off the cold.
This is the famous military stew. Although the ingredients are messy, after a day of fighting, when I am hungry, I feel like my internal organs are warming up after this bowl of broth.
"Prime Minister! As long as you provide enough arms, we Nanyang Chinese don't need a penny from you. We will raise our own funds and promise to capture the entire Borneo in three years..." Wu Haoran was actually a war madman, which shocked everyone.
Xiao Letian laughed, "How brave, how curious! What about you, Fangdong? Do you have any opinions..."
Fangdong slowly put down the broth. "My opinion is to suspend the war temporarily. Although this war only lasted for half a year, it still caused great damage to our economy..."
Xiao Letian's expression became serious, "Go on, say it boldly!"
Fang Dong's face turned red. "Actually, Yuan has already clarified the nature of war in many articles. War is just a process of releasing conflicts... The same is true here in Nanyang!"
"Why did we have this war with the Nanyang natives? It's because our previous settlement area created a new economic circle on this land. Although it was just simple rice spices, the country's huge market allowed our This economic circle suddenly became very large!”
"Emerging economies have destroyed the past economic model, and this is where the contradictions arise!"
