"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.

"Tuanzu, there is one more thing... I don't know..."

Meng Fan was hesitant again, "I don't know whether to say it or not."

"I'm telling you, Chief of Staff Meng, when will you change this annoying habit? Just tell me if you have anything to do. If you don't act like a bitch again, I will let you be the deputy company commander again!"

Liao Mingyu said dissatisfiedly. Hesitating and hesitant attitudes should be avoided in the army. If you put them in the army of his original time and space, it would be strange if such soldiers are not beaten by the squad leader every day.

"Yes, yes, you are talking nonsense. I am 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. This guy has been practicing for several days. Should we 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 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 out the money 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 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 Nuan slowly said: Normally, the military salary for a thousand of them would cost at least 10,000 yuan. Such a burden is simply a disaster for a newly established 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.

I am satisfied.

Take Myanmar as an example. There were many vacancies in the expeditionary force. When they entered Myanmar, the army commanders 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.

And they fled. This included their Sichuan Army Corps.

While the soldiers who joined the Burmese Army were humiliating the country 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 the dead. The more dead people escape, the more beneficial it is to them, and the happier they will be. Wouldn't it be wrong to earn more by yourself?

, 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 willing to engage in private gun trading. The army needs money to grow and grow, and the superiors have always been stingy and wanted them to spend more money than with the little devils.

It’s hard to work hard. It’s better to ask for help from others than to ask for 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 around 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 us take it. We blew them up on the other side.

There are also some Japanese artillery shells and grenades, medicines, canned meat and so on."

Long Wenwen interrupted and said. He personally led people to put in the little devil's weapons and equipment. He is familiar with this area better than anyone else.

"Well, hell, hell, 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 to 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, everyone."

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 blue brick houses of varying heights and flagstone roads 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 is well-equipped. Even though this humble town has many door stalls, you will be surprised.

As a large-scale town on the border of China, it was also a place of transit and gathering with Myanmar before the war. Many businessmen or people from Myanmar and even Nanyang would pass by Zenda, doing business or doing business with others.

As a resting place.

Although the bustle and glory of the past were lost after the war, people from all walks of life are not uncommon in the town. The gentry are extremely rich, but the poor have no food to eat. From time to time, you can see poor people dying of starvation on the street.

According to Meng Fangliao, the water in the corner of Zenda is very deep, and it is far less calm than it seems on the surface. Among them, the black market located in the southeast corner of the town is particularly the worst.

The tall Milong was pulling the cart in front, while several others were pushing and pulling beside it.

"Huh... I can't do it anymore. Let's take a rest and take a rest."

After walking for only twenty minutes after leaving the station, Mi Long was sweating profusely and feeling a little weak. He stopped the cart, held his legs with his hands and panted with some difficulty.

"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 a lot of work, and my legs were weak and trembling."

Milong wiped the sweat from his face and was puzzled. He was horrified to find that his legs were weak and he was trembling slightly.

"Isn't this a bad thing? I am only in my thirties and I already suffered from this disease!"

Meng Fan became so angry when he mentioned this, he continued to spray the dragon:

"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 in the black market saw a few soldiers dragging a cart of guns from a distance. The God of Wealth was here again! Several people came forward to greet him excitedly.

"Oh, the military master is here to buy some good stuff again?"

"Hey, what do you think, Master Jun, this time, 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 and others. 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 as many as 4.5 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 of dollars."

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!"
Chapter completed!