Chapter 380: Let me go south to India? Are you kidding me?
“Are all these cans sold to the Japanese army?”

An Guangli looked at the pile of cans in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

Why would they sell these canned foods to the Japanese army?
Isn't this crazy?

Isn't this aiding the enemy?

An Guangli was confused for a moment and didn't quite understand what this meant.

"Yes, sell them all to the Japanese." Cun Yunsheng nodded.

These cans in front of you are all made of animal offal, so they are definitely meant to be sold to the Japanese.

Although this thing won't kill you, it still tastes pretty disgusting.

At least Cun Yunsheng still found the smell a little unacceptable.

He specially asked someone to try it on the prisoners. It didn't kill anyone, but it did cause diarrhea.

"Isn't this too much? And these canned meats, canned vegetables, and canned fruits are all good stuff." An Guangli still felt that selling these things to the Japanese was too cheap for them.

"Don't worry, they are all defective products. Canned meat is made from animal offal. As for the vegetables and fruits, they are all rotten. I don't know how many times they have been stepped on by people." Cun Yunsheng said casually.

Hearing this, An Guangli shuddered immediately. He knew that Cun Yunsheng definitely had no good intentions.

Given the way he dealt with the Japanese, how could he be kind enough to sell canned food to them?

There must be something wrong.

Looking at An Guangli's expression, Cun Yunsheng guessed what he was thinking.

"Although they are all defective products and a bit rotten, it is still much better than letting the Japanese eat grass." Cun Yunsheng said with a smile.

"But even if they are defective products, wouldn't it be aiding the enemy if we sold so many of them to the Japanese army?" An Guangli was still a little puzzled. Besides, the Sichuan Army was not short of money now, so why would they sell these cans?

There is no benefit for them in strengthening the Japanese.

"Aid the enemy? No, no, no, I'm just trying to find a way to get rid of these defective products. We can't just throw them away, right? It's such a pity. Maybe we can make a fortune by selling them to the Japanese." Cun Yunsheng said softly.

Upon hearing this, An Guangli understood instantly.

It turns out that they treated the Japanese as a toilet.

You can throw anything in there.

Just won’t eat dead people, right?

If you eat dead people,
If you eat dead people, this business will be difficult to do.

"Don't worry, it won't kill anyone. At most it will cause diarrhea. I've asked someone to try it, and at most the taste is a little worse, but it's much better than eating grass roots." At this time, the Japanese army was on the verge of collapse. Many local people could not even survive on one rice ball a day, and it was already very good for them to be able to eat canned food.

Even if there are some problems at this juncture, so what?

At least there is no such thing as a periodic table.

"Remember the price must be high, it must not be cheap." Cun Yunsheng reminded again.

"Yes, I understand." An Guangli nodded repeatedly.

The An family has long been deeply bound to Cun Yunsheng, so they will naturally strictly execute Cun Yunsheng's orders.

"In addition, there is a batch of penicillin that can also be sold to the Japanese army. You can decide the price yourself." Cun Yunsheng naturally looked down on these ten units of penicillin.

The penicillin sold to our own people is of a higher unit content.

As for the Japanese devils, there is no need to be so nice to them, they can save lives anyway.

"Are you selling penicillin too?" An Guangli was confused.

This is a life-saving miracle drug.

"Sell it. The unit content is too low, and it is easy to produce antibodies. Moreover, the purification process is relatively rough. The price can be cheaper." Cun Yunsheng thought for a while and now he just wanted to grab the share of Shi Baogui's company.

"Yes, I understand." An Guangli responded immediately.

"La Fanle, go talk to William and ask them if they want canned food." Cun Yunsheng looked at Meng Fanle again.

The current output of canned food is quite high, so we can consider exporting it appropriately.

In exchange for some equipment.

We can't always rely on intelligence.

If that happens, the information will run out sooner or later.

"Yes, Master." Meng Fanle responded quickly, and at the same time he felt emotional in his heart that in Cun Yunsheng's eyes, all white pigs were the same.

"Is it also this kind of canned food?" Meng asked in annoyance.

"How is that possible? It must be a normal can. After all, William is our friend. We can't cheat them like that." Cun Yunsheng chuckled. He still needed the Germans to keep going, so how could he sell this stuff to them?
"Yes, I understand." Meng Fanle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain.

……

On the other hand, Hebian Zhengsan of Tianzhu has been living a very comfortable life recently.

Treasures, gold and beauties!

This makes Hebian Zhengsan, a little old man in his fifties, live a very comfortable life.

But the logistical costs that come with it are enormous.

He now has nearly 200,000 Japanese main forces under his command, not including the indigenous people.

In other words, the daily consumption is very large.

They were able to hold on originally because supplies were continuously sent to them from the mainland.

But soon I couldn't bear it anymore.

Because the mainland has shifted its focus to Australia, and local supplies are becoming increasingly scarce.

So the supplies available to support him became even less.

Most of them were used in Australia.

As a result, he now receives less and less supplies.

At the current pace, the supplies will probably be gone in two months at most.

Every day that used to be happy has now become filled with anxiety.

If he is insufficient in the later stage, all the territories he has occupied will probably be taken away by the British army.

As for the method of eating grass proposed by Mutaguchi Ren'ya, he directly rejected it.

What a joke.

It’s okay if tens of thousands of people eat grass.

Hundreds of thousands of people went to eat grass!
That would absolutely blow up.

Just when Hebian Zhengsan was worried about logistical supplies.

An Guangli appeared.

"Selling canned food? And medicines? Even weapons and ammunition?" Hebian Zhengsan didn't believe it when he heard the news at first.

"Hi." The person who came to report responded immediately.

With the idea of ​​trying everything possible, Kawabe Masazo decided to meet him first.

The result was unexpected.

"Are there really canned food and medicines?" Looking at the samples in front of him, Hebian Zhengsan was stunned.

"That's right, but the price will be a bit higher." An Guangli nodded.

"Price is not a problem." Kawabe Masazo shook his head. For him, money is not a problem.

What he has now is gold, jewelry, etc. This place is really too rich, the only bad thing is that the environment is really too bad.

But after he heard An Guangli's offer, he was stunned.

The price was indeed too high. Although it was sad that he would lose a lot of money, if he didn't have these supplies, he would probably starve to death in two months.

Although they could steal food, they don't dare to do so now.

If they really did that, all the natives would help the British army and they would be completely finished.

So when dealing with these indigenous people, Masamitsu Kawabe adopted a very gentle approach.

"Are there any weapons?" Kawabe Masazo thought for a moment and asked.

After fighting with the Japanese army, he found that his weapons were indeed inferior to those of the British army.

Although they relied on morale and individual soldier quality to defeat the British army.

But the gap in weapons is still huge, so he wondered if he could get some automatic weapons to strengthen his firepower. "

"Yes, but I wonder what kind of weapons are needed? Artillery or automatic weapons?" An Guangli asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Hebian Zhengsan was stunned. He even began to wonder who was behind An Guangli.

This energy is too great?
Can you even get artillery?
"We need a large number of automatic weapons, preferably submachine guns and so on." In the past, Kawabe Masamitsu might not care about these things, but after fighting with the British army, he found that submachine guns were really useful.

"No problem. You can send it with the canned food. We have obtained some intelligence. I wonder if you are interested." An Guangli nodded.

Hearing this, Hebian Zhengsan frowned slightly. Who is behind this guy?
Could it be the Sichuan Army?

impossible!
never mind!

Never mind that!
"What are the conditions?"

Masazo Kawabe knew that the guy in front of him couldn't be so kind and there must be other additional conditions. However, he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward and offer it for free, which really surprised him.

“This free gift…”

"What news?" Hebian Zhengsan asked puzzledly.

"According to the intelligence we have received, the British Army has already transferred three elite infantry divisions from Afghanistan. Are these the elite troops of the British Army who have experienced many battles?"

"I guess you should have felt it during this period of time?" An Guangli said.

"Well, it's indeed different. The fighting power is very strong, and then what?" Kawabe Masazo knew that the other party would not say these for no reason, and there must be other purposes.

"In addition, General Stilwell has sent a 100,000-man expeditionary force to attack your rear. I'm sure you've also received the news."

"Hmph, a bunch of rabble." Hebian Zhengsan said arrogantly.

"You so-called Imperial Army warriors? You're nothing in my eyes. Put away your arrogance. You are not worthy to talk to me like that." An Guangli was immediately unhappy. He remembered clearly what Cun Yunsheng said, don't lose face when you go out, especially Hebian Zhengsan's expression made him very unhappy, so he directly retorted.

"Baka..." Hebian Zhengsan was so angry that his face turned red. He wanted to say something harsh, but he didn't know what to say.

Their logistical lifeline is now completely in the hands of the other side.

Unless he doesn't want these supplies.

Then what awaits him will be destruction in two months.

This is absolutely intolerable.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Hebian Zhengsan took a deep breath and spoke.

"If we can cause chaos in Afghanistan and make the British army unable to take care of themselves, no! Or, what if the natives of Afghanistan take the initiative to attack India? What price are you willing to pay to share the pressure with you?" An Guangli asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Hebian Zhengsan took a deep breath.

This news is really exciting.

At the same time, I am more curious about what kind of energy the other party has.

It could actually cause chaos in Afghanistan.

"Let me think about it." Hebian Zhengsan was a little confused for a moment. He had to think carefully and distinguish the pros and cons before making a decision.

"No problem, you have enough time to think about it." An Guangli was not panicked at all.

……

"Chief, Mr. Li is here." In a valley somewhere in Afghanistan, a man in a turban walked into a cave and said to the bearded leader in front of him.

"Let him in quickly." the leader said quickly.

The leader was named Mohammad, a commander of the Afghan Liberation Independence Front, and he commanded an army of more than 5,000 people.

Being able to grow into the leader of a large tribe in a short period of time naturally depended on the support of the Soviet Army.

Yes!

It’s the support of the Soviet Army!
The Soviet army had long coveted these places, so they secretly did bad things behind the scenes.

He supported a tribal leader and, with the help of Soviet weapons and equipment, gradually rose to power.

Unfortunately, the Soviet army is currently involved in the Great Patriotic War, so naturally the assistance to him is much less.

Due to lack of assistance, his tribe was coveted by other tribes.

In order to find external help, I met Li Qi again.

This person initially came to his tribe as a businessman, and later revealed that he could get all kinds of weapons and equipment.

He immediately gained Muhammad's trust.

In fact, his real identity is the major station chief of the Overseas Intelligence Department of the Military Investigation Bureau, responsible for all intelligence work in Afghanistan.

Merchant is just his superficial identity. According to Cun Yunsheng's order, he came here to get acquainted with these tribal chiefs and complete some tasks when necessary.

"Dear friend, it's nice to see you again." Mohammed said while hugging him.

Li Qi has never been used to this kind of greeting etiquette, but out of respect for the other party, he responded enthusiastically.

"I am also pleased to meet you, Mr. Mohammed."

After exchanging pleasantries, Muhammad said with a smile: "My friend, what weapons have you brought this time? I have prepared gold and we are ready to trade at any time."

Hearing this, Li Qi showed a bitter smile on his face: "Sir Muhammad, there was a little accident. There is no munitions this time."

There were no munitions, so everyone in the command room stopped and looked at Li Qi in surprise.

Muhammad also had a surprised expression on his face. One of his battalions had already been equipped with American equipment, and they were relying on the other side.

So he knows the other party's energy.

"Mr. Li Qi, what kind of accident happened? Was it some ignorant troop that robbed your goods?" Muhammad said hurriedly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"No, no, no. With your flag, no one dared to cause trouble to us. Now we are in big trouble. The British have blocked the waterway, so my ship cannot get close to the port and cannot be transported here for the time being." Li Qi said helplessly.

"The waterway is blocked?" Mohammed was stunned.

After a long breath, he said slowly: "Does that mean there will be no more munitions in the future?"

Without a source of arms, his plan would simply not be realized over time.

When the British army reacts, they will definitely wipe him out.

"There are still arms, but the quantity will be much smaller. If you can help, maybe we won't have to worry about arms in the future." Li Qi stated the ultimate goal.

"Help?" Mohammed asked doubtfully.

"According to the intelligence we have received, the British army is fighting the Japanese army in India. We hope you can lead your troops south to attack India and cut off the logistical supplies of the Indian army." Li Qi explained.

Go south to India and cut off supplies.

Mohammed's face suddenly changed. Isn't this too much of a contempt for others?

(End of this chapter)