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If there is no accident, the customs clearance conditions of the leader's world should be related to the leader Long Wenwen.
But Wang Yan is not sure what the specific customs clearance conditions are, to assist Long Wenwen to win the Nantianmen?Or help Long Wenwen become a teacher?Or persuade Long Wenwen to join the guerrillas?God knows.
But one thing is certain, that is, he can organize these cannon fodder in advance.
But now, the first thing to solve is rations. You have to fill your stomach with these cannon fodder first, and then you can consider other things, such as training.
In fact, Lin Yi was originally the leader of the food hunting team.
If it was the original Lin Yi, there might be only one way to make tonight's stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli.
It was the only commemorative item left to him by his father, the watch, which he pawned to Milong, and then used the money to pawn the watch to the market to buy 3 catties of pork.
But now, Wang Yan is impossible and disdains to do so.
After all, he is a traverser who retains the memory of the "earth world".
So Wang Yan has a lot of ways to cheat, such as selling patents.
You know, Zenda is an important border town, and the Burma Highway passes through Zenda. The national government set up a transportation station in Zenda Town, and there are even US military advisers in the transportation station.
Wang Yan is very sure that as long as he finds US military advisers, he will have everything.
Because he owns several black technologies that do not belong to this era, he can sell them for a sky-high price.
Feeling preoccupied, Wang Yan turned around and walked out. Just as he reached the door, Meng Fan's strange voice came from behind him: "Hey, Mr. Yi, are you going out?"
"Don't forget the pork, today we're going to eat noodles stewed with cabbage and pork."
Wang Yan didn't make any sense at all, so what's the point of talking to someone from Beijing?
Coming out of the containment station is a narrow alley. The alley is full of rout soldiers, and the narrowest place has to be crossed over the rout soldiers.
There was a smoky stench in the air.
It's hard to imagine such a stench emanating from a human body.
When you walk out of the alley, you will see Zenda, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers.
At the foot of Zenda is the raging Nujiang River, and on the other side of the Nujiang River is Nantianmen.
Zenda is not big, with only five or six hundred households. It was originally just an inconspicuous small town in the southwestern border.
But after the Yunnan-Burma Highway was completed, hundreds of trucks passed by every day, so Zenda Town, which is next to Xingtiandu, began to become busy, showing a kind of abnormal prosperity.
Then, with the continuous failures on the front line, more and more defeated soldiers and refugees poured into Zenda.
Zenda, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, gradually became crowded, noisy, noisy, and famine was rampant.
Because Zenda's limited supplies simply cannot support so many defeated soldiers.
Chapter 5 McLuhan
McLuhan made himself a cup of coffee, then took out a magazine and leaned back on the recliner.
Today is another cloudy day, which is as annoying as Zenda this ghost place.
But no matter how annoying he is, he can only stay in Zenda, because he is a lieutenant officer, and now it is wartime, he must fulfill the obligations of a soldier.
However, just after he lay down, a soldier came in and reported to him: "Old man, there is a Chinese looking for you outside."
"Chinese?" McLuhan frowned. "I've only been here for a few days, so I don't know anyone here."
"But he said he knew you." The American soldier said, "He also said that there is something very important, which concerns the lives of thousands of American soldiers."
An angry look immediately appeared on McLuhan's face.
Although McLuhan was an American, his character was more like a German, strict and rigid, so he didn't get along well with his colleagues, and was sent to Zenda's transportation station as a consultant.
Then McLuhan said, "Let him in, I'm going to kick his ass!"
Soon, American soldiers led a tall, thin and fair Chinese soldier in.
This Chinese soldier is of course Chief Ayi, but he pretends to be Wang Yan's soul.
Seeing Wang Yan, McLuhan immediately knew his intention here, because although the clothes on Ayi's body were neater than those of other rout soldiers, he still looked like a rout soldier.
The most indispensable thing in Zenda is this kind of rout.
McLuhan's anger rested a little, and he said in English: "If you pretend that the purpose of knowing me is to meet me, then your purpose has been achieved, but if you still have other unrealistic fantasies, you'd better It’s better to give up, because I’m not a savior, I really can’t help you.”
McLuhan regarded Wang Yan as a defeated national army who came to him for help.
Since he came to Zenda, almost every day such broken soldiers came to beg.
In the eyes of the defeated soldiers of the national army, American soldiers, especially American military officers, are almost walking military supplies, and they can take out valuable supplies casually.
Wang Yan glanced back at the defeated soldiers of the national army who were begging at the gate of the transportation station, then shook his head and said, "I'm different from them, I didn't come to beg for supplies from you."
"Ah, yes, you are here to save tens of thousands of American soldiers." McLuhan's eyes showed undisguised sarcasm, and he said, "Listen, buddy, your tricks are all on the streets of Manhattan. If the gangsters play the rest of the routine, they can't even fool a three-year-old child."
Wang Yan said: "Never jump to conclusions without getting in touch with the truth of the matter."
Having said that, Wang Yan shook his finger and said contemptuously, "Otherwise you will be slapped in the face."
McLuhan was enraged by the look of contempt on Wang Yan's face. Never before had a defeated national army dared to talk to American soldiers like this.
Not to mention the defeat of the national army, even senior officers of the national army would not dare to do so.
At that moment, McLuhan said angrily: "Really? You'd better pray that your so-called truth can make me feel valuable, otherwise I will definitely find the chief of your shelter and give you the most severe punishment."
Wang Yan stopped talking nonsense, took out a pre-drawn drawing from his pocket, and said: "This kind of shell is called a concave bottom shell, which is to extend the bottom of the ordinary shell and make it hollow. This kind of shell is more slender. , it is more stable when flying, so it can achieve the purpose of increasing the range, under normal circumstances, the range can be increased by 10."
"Whoa?" McLuhan frowned. "Extended range 10?"
"Yes, the range is increased by 10." Wang Yan said, "For example, the 101-type 105-caliber howitzer has a maximum range of 11 kilometers when using ordinary shells, but if you use concave bottom shells, the range can be increased to more than 12 kilometers."
"Really?" McLuhan frowned and said, "Even if your concave bullet really has the effect of increasing the range, it only increases the range by 10, and the effect seems to be extremely limited?"
After a pause, he added: "At least, this won't save tens of thousands of American soldiers."
Wang Yan said: "No, you are wrong. This concave bomb technology can definitely save thousands of American soldiers."
After this pause, Wang Yan went on to say: "Of course, I have to tell you that the bottom concave bomb technology is only the most insignificant technology among the many technologies I have mastered."
"In addition to the bottom concave bullet, I also know another bullet technology that can extend the range by 30."
"In addition to ammunition technology, I also know a subversive anti-personnel mine, and an armor technology that can greatly increase the survival rate of tanks on the battlefield."