noffsinger Chapter 569 Agree!
Chapter 569 Agree!
"Comrades, be alert. The Russians are no match for the puppet army. They are well-equipped and well-trained. Don't be complacent!"
After Wang Meng wound up the soldiers, he took a deep breath and fought against the Russians, who were both his enemy and friend. This was the first time he did so.
The convoy stopped one hundred meters away from the border, and then more than a dozen men in E Army uniforms got off the vehicles.
Leading the group was a big fat man.
The fat man had a gloomy look on his face and his beard was almost blown up to the sky.
"Why are you holding my soldiers hostage!"
The fat man’s voice arrived before he did.
The translator behind him translated the fat man's question, and Wang Meng shook his head as he listened.
"Fatty, what the hell are you talking about! Your soldiers helped the rebels to overthrow the regime, so I'm lucky enough to send them back to you. If I'm not happy, I'll send them to hell in a minute!"
"Chief of Staff, direct translation?"
"Translate directly, don't save a single word!"
The soldier acting as translator immediately took a stance and pointed at the fat man's nose while translating.
The fat guy's face turned green after hearing this. He didn't expect that as a senior officer of Country E, he would be scolded by you, an unknown local armed force?
"Asshole! Are you going to make an enemy of Country E?"
"With your idiotic appearance, how can you represent Country E? I don't have time to waste on you. If you want to talk, then talk. If you don't want to talk, I will execute these soldiers on the spot, and their confessions and photos will all be published in the newspapers!"
The fat man didn't expect that he failed to intimidate Wang Meng and actually met such a tough Chinese.
The fat man shook his head helplessly and took a deep breath.
"Then let's talk. Release my soldiers, destroy the photos and negatives, and we'll pretend these things never happened!"
Wang Meng was so angry that he laughed again. He never thought that these E country people were so confident. Could it be that he was the one who was trying to take advantage of them?
"If you're talking like this, then there's no need to talk!"
Wang Meng turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him:
"Shoot the prisoners on the spot, and publish their photos and confessions in the newspaper tomorrow!"
After saying that, Wang Meng turned around and left, looking extremely cool.
"Wait, we can continue the conversation! I am Toyevsky, the plenipotentiary representative of Apanashenko, the commander of the Far Eastern Front!"
The fat man said so much and finally said something useful.
Wang Meng turned around and gave him a playful look.
"Why don't we just talk like this? I'm Wang Meng, the chief of staff of the independent column. Let's get straight to the point. These prisoners, photos, negatives, and even confessions can be returned to you. It all depends on what you want in exchange."
Doevsky touched his bald head. Commander Apanasenko had indeed given him great power. Rifles, bullets, and even cars could be exchanged as long as the news could be ensured not to leak.
"One hundred Mosin-Nagants and ten thousand rounds of ammunition!"
Wang Meng shook his head.
"Add three more cars and you can just drive away!"
Wang Meng still shook his head.
"Eight cars drive away, and all the supplies inside are yours!"
Wang Meng still shook his head.
"Chief of Staff Wang Meng, you're not going to drive away all the cars and jeeps and let us walk back, are you?"
Wang Meng couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I don't want any of these things. They are all external things. What's the point of wanting them?"
Toyevsky breathed a sigh of relief. If he had to walk back these hundreds of kilometers, wouldn’t his legs be broken?
"Then what do you want?"
"I want someone!"
"You want someone? Who?"
"Chinese!"
Doyevsky thought for a long time. Are there any Chinese people there who are more valuable than guns and ammunition?
"who?"
"The 88th Training Brigade of the Red Banner Army of the Far Eastern Front!"
Doevsky woke up as if from a dream, and then he remembered that they did have such a force, but this was top secret, how could their independent column know about it?
He glanced at Wang Meng warily.
"Even Shaanxi doesn't know about this, how do you know?"
"Then don't worry about it. These prisoners plus my tight-lipped expression can be exchanged for a Chinese team of several hundred people. Isn't that a good deal?"
Doevsky's face turned livid.
Good value?
They took great pains to bring these people into the territory of Country E, and then began very strict training. They were proficient in diving, blasting, radio transmission, parachuting, assassination, and shooting, and were trained completely according to the standards of a soldier king.
A platoon of these people can achieve the combat effectiveness of a company, and a company can achieve the results of a battalion.
However, this is based on complete logistical supplies. If we give them shotguns, they probably won't be able to achieve such an effect.
"No, they are all our elites, how can we just give it to you?"
"I have to remind you, they are Chinese! And you deliberately concealed their existence. If I tell the Eighth Route Army or the whole world about them, do you think the countries in the Red Camp will still believe you in the future?"
"I can't make the decision on this matter!"
"If you can't make a decision, ask your superiors. Are we just going to waste time here? Wait?"
Doevsky then reluctantly walked back to his jeep and prepared to send a telegram for instructions.
Wang Meng touched his stomach and said, "I'm really a little hungry."
"Compressed biscuits! Let the soldiers have some too!"
The commander of the reconnaissance battalion handed him the compressed biscuits, and he put the biscuits into his mouth with water, chewed them, and swallowed them.
Wang Meng finished his meal contentedly, then looked at the captives drooling, and said to the battalion commander:
"If there's any extra, give them all a little. Don't be so stingy!"
"Yes!"
Although the prisoners' hands were tied, they were still able to move, stuffing the sweet compressed biscuits into their mouths, and then took turns drinking water. The feeling of fullness made them almost regard Wang Meng as their savior.
After all this trouble, Toevsky also rushed back from the jeep.
His face flushed.
"Our superiors have been convinced by you. We can return the 88th Training Brigade to you, but we have invested so much. We can't just let them suffer in vain, right?"
"Haha, your original intention was not to train you for our China, right? How about this, I will personally give you some compensation, but I have conditions!"
"You said."
"Immediately deploy them to the Northeast, and then our people will connect with them, and I will send the radio operator to them."
Toevsky nodded. It would be easier to send them over. He couldn't let them walk back slowly, right?
What if Wang Meng is the kind of person who won’t release the eagle until he sees the rabbit? How long will they have to wait? They won’t be able to sleep well!
"Okay, how do you make it up to me?"
Wang Meng waved his hand and lifted up two small wooden boxes.