Chapter 2624
Crazy Orders
Chapter 2624 Crazy Orders
Department 9, in the office.
Because of Mr. Qin's arrival, the electric fan was turned on and Yang Xiaotao finally didn't have to fan himself anymore.
"You guys are really frugal."
Old Qin also heard about the affairs of the Nine Departments. In order to save research funds, regulations were made in all aspects.
Now it seems that this is true.
“Isn’t this all for the sake of revolutionary construction?”
Yang Xiaotao poured a glass of water for Old Qin, then sat aside, "Old Qin, what good news are you talking about?"
What is the most urgent thing now?
make money.
What does the Nine Departments need most?
funds.
The former is a verb and the latter is a noun.
But they all talk about the same thing: lack of money.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao asking directly, Old Qin did not hesitate and said, "I just received news that the alliance is preparing to take action against the Hasa Nation."
"What? Hasa Nation? Are they crazy?"
Yang Xiaotao's first feeling after hearing this was disbelief, and then deep suspicion.
But this news was specifically told by Old Qin, so it should be true.
But if this is true, what is the alliance for?
Beat up the disobedient younger brother?
But the country of Khasa is still relatively obedient.
Is it necessary to hit it like this?
What shocked Yang Xiaotao the most was, had this happened in his previous life?
If so, he probably didn't know it.
But if not, then the flapping of the butterfly's wings would be a bit too big.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao's incredible look, Old Qin smiled.
When he first heard this rumor, he was also shocked.
Since the establishment of the alliance, the Khasa Kingdom has been a loyal brother of the other side. This slap in the face without any reason must have made the other side a little confused.
"What's going on?"
Yang Xiaotao asked anxiously, and Qin Lao immediately explained, "The specific reason is unclear, but the gossip is that the alliance discovered that someone in the other party's senior management has colluded with the United States."
"Now, both sides are holding back."
"I guess the alliance wants to do something to eliminate the impact of the moon landing."
Yang Xiaotao's eyes lit up, "So, this is the good news you mentioned?"
Old Qin nodded immediately, "Isn't this good news?"
"You said, we are close to each other, if they want to buy something, they must buy from us first, right?"
Having said that, he blinked at Yang Xiaotao.
"So, you're saying, we're going to get rich?"
Yang Xiaotao said tentatively, and the latter nodded seriously.
"Yes, that's what I mean."
"After all, we have a close relationship with them."
Yang Xiaotao laughed, then came closer and said, "Lao Qin, we are poor now."
When Mr. Qin heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
When did these nine departments start crying poor?
This world is changing so damn fast.
The next day, Yang Xiaotao received a call from Mr. Chen, asking him to go to his office.
As a result, as soon as they arrived, they saw Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhang coming in behind them.
I originally thought that Mr. Chen was presiding over the meeting, but it turned out that Mr. Chen was followed by Mr. Peng.
So, in the office, the five people divided into two groups.
As for the people outside, they had no idea what was being talked about inside. They only saw that everyone who came out had a smile on their face.
After Yang Xiaotao returned to the Ninth Division, he immediately called Chen Gong.
Then, Chen Gong’s happy smile was heard in the office.
That afternoon, news came out that the armored vehicle manufacturer had urgently ordered 500 Mole assault vehicles, 200 Kuiniu armored vehicles, and 100 Type 91 main battle tanks.
No one knows whether the news is true or not, but everyone who meets Director Hong, who is in charge of logistics, found that Director Hong, who always had a serious look before, actually smiled today.
From this we can infer that this is true.
The only ones who are facing some difficulties are the workers in the manufacturing plant. The orders came too suddenly. The order from Beian has not been completed yet, and now this big order has come. They will never be able to finish the work without working overtime.
The same goes for the workers in steel mills. It would be unreasonable not to double the usage.
The happy people are naturally the project leaders of the institute, because they have sufficient funds again.
Nan'an.
“It’s a great victory.”
“This is a victory for freedom.”
“This is even more of a victory for civilization.”
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's cheer, celebrate and get excited."
The salty and humid sea breeze swept across the wet beach, not only did not bring any coolness, but instead made the rain even more stuffy.
The humid air feels sticky and uncomfortable on people.
But in this season when it rained every other day, people from the United States gathered in the hall and had a dance party.
A group of men with bare chests and wearing shorts were jumping and shouting, venting their abundant energy.
The consolation delegation from South Korea sang on the simple stage.
The humidity outside the house was everywhere, and the temperature inside the house increased dramatically.
From time to time, men and women walked in and joined in the madness.
At the same time, more men and women continued to leave and walked into the rain.
This damn war has been going on for six years.
During the six years, people kept joining and leaving, and then more and more people gathered here, and more and more people became confused about the victory of the war.
To this day, they feel, the war is ending.
The balance of victory has begun to tilt.
Even the moon above our heads belongs to the United States. Can this little Annan still stop them?
At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their mind: victory was imminent.
In the rooftop office,
"Sir, what are you looking at?"
The adjutant came up to a middle-aged man in a military vest with a glass of whiskey, looking relaxed.
"Will, I'm looking at the damn rain."
The middle-aged man took the whiskey glass, his face solemn and his eyes deep.
"And this damn war, when will it end?"
After saying that, drink it all in one gulp.
"Sir, I think we don't need to think too much. The war will be over soon, right?"
"Besides, we are just soldiers."
Will picked up the bottle and poured wine for the middle-aged man, looking indifferent.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man just looked at the continuous drizzle outside. From time to time, he could see men and women running in the rain. He soon ran to the wall and hugged each other.
Here, this kind of thing is seen so often that it is no longer surprising.
Men's hormones always need a place to vent. And the women here also need to live.
But this way of survival, from his perspective, is cruel.
Men go to the front.
Women do.
Fortunately, this war was not fought on their soil.
"Is it over?"
The officer smiled softly and said, "Maybe."
Having said that, he drank the wine in the glass again, then sat back at his desk and handed a document to the adjutant.
"This is the order I received yesterday."
"We are asked to prepare as soon as possible and take action in the near future."
Will walked to the table, put down his glass and picked up the documents, while asking doubtfully, "Preparation? Now?"
"Actions to be taken in the near future?"
"Oh my god, are these people crazy?"
"It's the rainy season now. Look at the sky outside. There's water everywhere. Cars can't move. The airport is flooded."
"Ready, ready to go swimming?"
Will just glanced at the file and then jumped around and cursed.
In the end, doesn't this kind of logistical work still fall on the shoulders of his adjutant?
This kind of thing is the most thankless.
Especially those bastard quartermasters below.
They even dared to secretly replace the life-saving drugs, and most importantly, they only gave him such a small amount of money.
"Do you know why?"
The officer took off his shoes and placed his feet on the table to keep them dry.
At the same time, he took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, took out a cigarette and threw it to the other person.
After the two of them lit up, they said, "The higher-ups want to take this opportunity to solve Annan's problem once and for all."
"The war has lasted too long and has become a burden."
"Ending the war is very important to the United States, and it is also an explanation from the government to the people."
Will smoked half a cigarette in one breath. After hearing this, he immediately retorted, "Explanation?"
“What do the people know?”
"It's the oligarchs who are manipulating public opinion. Do the people know where Nan'an is? Do they know what color the sky is here? Do they know how many people are fighting desperately in the mud and under the hail of bullets?"
"They don't know, they only know how to talk about their own civilization in high-rise buildings!"
"Shit!"
Will complained, but the officer remained silent.
Because he knew that what Will said was right.
Moreover, he didn't think he could end the war.
After all, their opponents are never just one person. They have alliances standing behind them, as well as neighbors who supply them with weapons and ammunition.
"No matter what, this order must be carried out."
The commander spoke again, then crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, and said solemnly, "The war will end, sooner or later."
"I hope you can return to civilization with me."
Will's expression changed when he heard this, and he immediately stood up and saluted solemnly, "Yes, sir, I will follow your footsteps."
The officer nodded, then leaned back in his chair, "One more thing, the hospital called, they need that anti-inflammatory drug."
"The weather is humid, and the wounds of the wounded are prone to infection and ulceration. Only that kind of anti-inflammatory medicine can be effective."
"Damn it, the civilized world can't even make a small pill. It's a shame."
The commander complained, and the adjutant smiled helplessly and turned away.
Bei'an.
Ruan Wenzhe sat under a tree, sunlight filtered through the treetops above his head, falling on his body in spots.
Compared to the humidity and heat in Nan'an, the air here is only relatively hot.
But sitting under the tree and enjoying the cool air is also a special experience.
"Sir, the supplies you brought are less than last time."
A sturdy man was fiddling with a rifle in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it was a Type 63 rifle.
"Little? Haha."
Ruan Wenzhe sneered, and the sturdy man put down his rifle and said, "There are only 3,000 rockets this time, which is half less than last time."
"I was thinking of ordering more so we can provide some firepower coverage."
He is now very fond of the 107 rocket, especially in complex terrain. This kind of artillery that can be carried by a few people is much more useful than any tank cannon.
And the power is not small. Several rocket launchers can cover an entire base if fired simultaneously.
The effect is awesome.
"What do you know? The least valuable things here are these 107s."
Ruan Wenzhe said disdainfully. The man opened his eyes wide and hurriedly leaned over to ask in a low voice, "Sir, have you got something good again?"
Ruan Wenzhe smiled proudly, "Do you know what cephalosporin anti-inflammatory drugs are?"
The man's pupils shrank and he nodded vigorously, "I know, I know."
"Everyone knows that this is a special medicine for treating inflammation. It works better than penicillin."
"Penicillin? Haha!"
Ruan Wenzhe laughed disdainfully, then lowered his voice and said, "There are 3,000 boxes of cephalosporin anti-inflammatory drugs in the supplies this time."
"What? So many?"
The man was surprised, and Ruan Wenzhe nodded, "These were all bought with money from the alliance."
The man nodded again, and then felt a resentment towards his neighbor to the north.
The alliance has to pay for everything, can’t it be given to them for free?
They are staying here to protect the other side from disaster.
"The alliance is not given for free."
Ruan Wenzhe spoke again, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.
"Sir, isn't this how the alliance has always been?"
These high-level officials are fully aware of the interests behind this war.
To put it bluntly, it's a game between two bosses on their younger brother's territory, and whoever wins gets face.
As for the life or death of their younger brother, they don't care at all.
But they suffered.
But they had no choice.
Ruan Wenzhe sighed and said, "The alliance sent a message asking us to achieve some results."
"It's a blow to the United States."
"A blow to the head?"
The man pondered carefully, then his eyes widened, "You mean, take the initiative to attack?"
Ruan Wenzhe nodded, "The higher-ups have agreed."
"The United States' successful moon landing caused quite a stir."
"We just want to give them a beating."
“This is also the alliance’s counterattack.”
The man opened his mouth but said nothing.
How many more people will die if we just mourn in our hearts?