Chapter 271 One hundred thousand? No, I want five hundred thousand! (Second update!)

"Do you think the French troops will agree to train our people?" Cun Yunsheng's sudden words stunned Meng Fan for a long time.

Let the French army train the Sichuan Army?
Just those defeated French troops?

Are they worthy?

It’s no wonder that Meng Fanle had this idea. The French army’s performance was really too poor.

If the French army's performance had not been so poor, he would not have had this expression.

"Do you think the French army's performance is too poor?" Cun Yunsheng seemed to see through Meng Fanle's thoughts and said with a smile.

"Yes, the French army is so weak, so why let them train our soldiers? Aren't you afraid that the French army will lead them astray?" Meng Fanle nodded and admitted.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"The French army is not as weak as you think. After all, they are one of the world's great powers and they still have the necessary military qualities."

"People just feel there is no point in fighting any further."

"There is one last French man in the British Empire."

"But when it comes to landing operations, it seems that we don't have that much experience."

As he spoke, Cun Yunsheng also felt that asking the French army to teach them how to conduct landing operations was indeed not very reliable.

However, he did not leave the French prisoners idle.

After all, they do have the necessary military qualities, so it is still possible to let them train artillery, armored troops, etc.

"Then why do you suggest letting them do it?" Meng Fanle said even more speechlessly.

"I think you might as well go to Stilwell and ask him to send some military instructors to help us with the landing operations."

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng touched his nose and fell into deep thought.

At this time, the US military did not have much experience in island landing operations.

Because the Battle of Guadalcanal had just begun, only after the bloody battle did the US military gain rich experience in island landing operations.

However, Meng Fanle did give him an idea, which was to ask Stilwell for help.

Although Stilwell has much less wool now, he can always get something out of it if he pulls it out.

"That makes sense. Let's send a telegram to Stilwell and tell him about the difficulties we are facing. We must emphasize our current difficulties, especially in landing operations. We hope to send instructors with combat experience." Cun Yunsheng felt that when dealing with someone like Stilwell, he must complain and emphasize how difficult it is for him.

"I understand. Do you want to give Stilwell another surprise?" Meng Fanle asked subconsciously.

This made Cun Yunsheng look at him with more respect. This guy has even learned how to answer questions quickly.

"Since you said so, we must send a surprise. Didn't Siam recruit 200,000 soldiers? Send 100,000 over and say it's a gift from an ally. We have to find something for them to do, otherwise they will keep an eye on us." Cun Yunsheng thought about it and decided to send 100,000 natives over.

In other words, Annan is still recruiting and suppressing the rebellion, otherwise, at least 200,000 to 300,000 people would go there.

"Yes." Meng nodded angrily.

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"Shit, bastard, damn it." In Imphal, Stilwell looked at the telegram sent by the Sichuan Army and couldn't help cursing.

The reason for his anger was that Cun Yunsheng said at the end of the telegram that the Sichuan Army still lacked a large amount of weapons and equipment.

If it were in the past, Stilwell might have given it with a wave of his hand.

But now!

The canal was blocked, and weapons and equipment could not be transported in for the time being.

The only way is to cross the South Pacific, but that is the Sea of ​​Death, and the cost of crossing it is too high.

In addition, Admiral Wavell kept urging him to speed up the expeditionary force.

Now Cun Yunsheng comes to ask for weapons and equipment again. With all the obstacles piled up, he naturally won’t give him a good face.

"Landing combat training?" After calming down, Stilwell remembered that Cun Yunsheng hoped to send officers for landing operations, and his brows slightly frowned.

A few months ago, Cun Yunsheng proposed the leapfrog strategy, and originally thought that it would take some time to complete.

Who would have thought that after just a few months, the other side had forced Annan to surrender and began to prepare a leapfrog strategy.

The speed of this change was beyond his imagination.

The key problem is that the canal is now blocked and supplies and personnel cannot be transported over.

His proposal was naturally shattered.

There is still hope, unless at all costs.

If it was before, he might have considered it.

But now, it is definitely a rejection.

Because the developments in the Mediterranean are so alarming.

The German army actually parachuted into Malta and sent a large number of warships to bomb the port of Malta.

In addition, Port Said was also surrounded by German troops.

In other words, if the situation got any worse, the entire Eastern Mediterranean, including North Africa, would probably be in the hands of the German army.

Compared with the European battlefield, the fighting in the Far East was just a minor one.

At least in the Indochina Peninsula, the scale of the battle is only tens of thousands of people.

So, Stilwell's attention naturally focused elsewhere.

"Let the Sichuan Army find a way to solve it themselves. The landing operation is not that complicated. As long as you are willing to sacrifice, you will surely succeed." Stilwell's light words surprised the adjutant.

However, it soon became clear that compared with the Sichuan Army's small-scale fighting, Stilwell's attention was naturally on Tianzhu.

After all, there is intelligence showing that the first batch of Japanese landing troops have arrived at the port of Tianzhu and are currently joining forces with the Japanese troops in Tianzhu.

Once the two sides complete the meeting, the scale will be 100,000 people.

The threat is simply too great.

In addition, the Soviet army's southward advance into Persia also caused considerable turmoil within the Allied forces.

The first of these was the British Empire.

Because the British Empire has the greatest interests in Persia, the Soviet army's move southward means that the British army's interests will be damaged.

And America shares the same honor and disgrace with the British Empire.

Therefore, both sides supported Turkey in sending Soviet troops behind the scenes.

It can be said that the situation in Persia is now in complete chaos.

As for the sudden rebellion of the indigenous people in Canaan, it was a small matter.

No one cares at all.

A series of headaches made Stilwell deeply exhausted, and naturally he was not so concerned about the Sichuan Army.

"Yes, General Stilwell." The adjutant came to his senses and responded quickly.

At this time, another telegram arrived.

With a puzzled expression, Stilwell took the telegram, and after reading the contents, he roared with red eyes.

"Assholes, damn, a bunch of sons of bitches."

"One hundred thousand people, how can I feed these people?"

The content of the telegram was sent by the Zheng Dynasty of Siam. The general meaning was that in order to alleviate the problem of insufficient manpower of the Allied forces, it was decided to send 100,000 troops who had completed basic training and put them under the command of the Allied Command.

Another thing is that Siam had just experienced turmoil and was very poor.

No weapons!

I hope the Allies can provide a batch of weapons and equipment.

More importantly, these 100,000 people have already boarded the train and are heading towards Imphal.

This is why Stilwell was angry. There is no doubt that the Sichuan Army was involved.

But Siam specifically emphasized that they also hoped that General Stilwell would help Siam strengthen its troops as an ally, especially hoping to receive the same treatment as the Sichuan Army.

And they said that if the troops were not enough, they could provide more soldiers.

Now Stilwell was completely speechless.

If the canal hadn't been blocked, nothing would have been a problem.

Even very happy.

After all, Persia is in urgent need of troops.

Admiral Wavell emphasized more than once that reinforcements must be sent immediately, otherwise the situation in India would get out of control.

But Stilwell had no decent troops at all.

The only Sichuan Army capable of fighting is stuck in the Indochina Peninsula.

The expeditionary force was unable to advance due to lack of supplies.

All the problems are caused by supply.

"Bastard, tell them we don't need these farmers." Stilwell cursed angrily.

Who knew that the adjutant would stop him and said to Stilwell.

"General Stilwell, I think it's perfectly acceptable to take them."

"Why?" Stilwell immediately looked at the other person with an unfriendly look.

"In the North African battlefield, the Allied forces are losing ground. The British army keeps urging us to send more troops, but our main forces are in the Pacific battlefield. If we can transfer some troops to North Africa, or even Persia, it can help the British army ease the current battlefield situation."

"Even if these people's fighting ability is not very good, their large number can scare the German army and buy enough time for the arrival of follow-up troops." The adjutant explained.

Hearing this, Stilwell fell silent. After some careful consideration, he felt that what his adjutant said made sense.

Because the canal was blocked, troops could not be transported in, and now he was the only one who could provide a large number of troops.

Even if they are just a group of cannon fodder, if there are enough of them, they can still play a role.

Thinking of this, Stilwell suddenly felt that he could give it a try.

"Then send a telegram to Sir Somerville and tell him that we need his naval escort to transport more troops to the North African battlefield, but we hope that the weapons and equipment we need will be provided by the British Army."

"Yes."

For a moment, Stilwell suddenly felt that these natives were quite good.

At least it can provide a steady supply of troops.

"If Sir Somerville agrees, then let Siam, Rangoon, Cambodia and other places provide more troops." Stilwell did not expect these people to have much ability, as long as they could withstand two artillery shells.

"Yes, General Stilwell," the adjutant responded quickly.

On the other hand, Somerville has been having a headache recently about how to salvage the five 30,000-ton cargo ships.

According to the plan proposed by the naval staff, the only option is to widen the river.

If we just rely on salvage, it will take at least a year and a half.

Moreover, widening the river channel does not mean widening the entire river channel.

Instead, just widen the blocked section.

To put it simply, it means bypassing the blocked cargo ships.

Compared with previous salvage plans, this takes a very short time.

After listening to the reports from his subordinates, Sir Somerville felt that it was worth a try.

But new problems soon arose.

That is where to recruit enough manpower.

And because the canal is blocked, a new naval battle is about to break out in the Mediterranean.

Therefore the mechanical equipment required is not available in the canal.

That is to say, the excavation work will be done by a large number of manpower.

However, because the Allied forces in North Africa were expelled, the local indigenous people no longer obey their orders.

They simply can't recruit any more natives to do the job now.

"Damn it, Montgomery, this idiot." Sir Somerville was furious and cursed across the air.

Just then, the communications officer came in with a telegram.

"What's the matter?" Summerville was too lazy to answer and asked directly what it was.

"General Stilwell sent a telegram, hoping that we could send warships for escort." The communications staff officer also knew that Somerville was in a bad mood, so he did not dare to offend him and hurriedly explained.

Hearing this, Somerville said with a gloomy face.

"Tell General Stilwell I am not available to escort them now."

If the canal is not cleared, the situation will be even worse.

There is no time to escort them.

"Sir, I think you should take a look at the telegram." The communications staff officer said cautiously.

Hearing this, Sir Somerville frowned slightly, then picked up the telegram, glanced at it, and became even more angry.

"What can a group of natives who have just laid down their weapons do? Become cannon fodder?"

More importantly, these natives don’t have weapons, so they have to provide them with everything?

Isn't this a joke?
The British Empire is no longer the empire on which the sun never sets.

Now we have to live frugally.

Therefore, there was no way he would agree to this condition.

Just as he was about to scold the communications officer, he saw the adjutant speak in a low voice.

"Sir, I think you can agree to General Stilwell's proposal."

"What do you mean? How can we have so many weapons and equipment?" Sir Somerville was about to scold when he saw the adjutant continue speaking.

"General Stilwell only told us to transport these people to North Africa. As for what they will do next, that has nothing to do with him. Sir, aren't we worried about building the canal? If we have these 100,000 people, the speed of widening the canal will be greatly accelerated."

Upon hearing this, Sir Somerville was struck by lightning.

Yup!

These 100,000 people sent to the battlefield will be just a bunch of cannon fodder!
Do not!
Not even as good as cannon fodder!

But it is definitely a good choice to use it to widen the canal.

Just take care of three meals a day!

As for the number of casualties!

They are all a group of natives!
Will he care about this?

What a joke!
For a moment, Sir Somerville thought of a lot of things and asked with a dry mouth.

“What if the number of people doubles again? Will the expansion speed be accelerated?”

"That's for sure. If we have 200,000 to widen the river, I believe it can be completed in three or four months."

"What if it's 500,000 people? Can it be completed in a month?" Summerville took a deep breath and asked again.

"It will take at least one and a half months. We need to group and reorganize these people so that we can improve efficiency." The officer in charge of widening the canal explained.

"One and a half months..." Sir Somerville muttered, then took a deep breath.

"Send a telegram to General Stilwell and tell him that 100,000 men are too few and we need more soldiers."

"Yes."

　I went to the hospital to take an X-ray. The pain in the middle of my chest has been there for a while. Let's find out what's going on!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)