Chapter 272 Promotion? brigadier? (First update!) "What? You want so many?" Stilwell was startled. He originally wanted to use various reasons to persuade the other party to accept these natives. The result? The other party not only agreed immediately. He even said that it was not enough and that he needed half a million. And judging from what he meant, it was obvious that half a million was not enough, and he might ask for more later. This suddenly surprised him. What do you need so many natives for? Are you really using it as cannon fodder? How can these untrained natives be of any use?

A single charge by a German armored regiment could annihilate an entire army of 100,000 people. This is no exaggeration. So Lieutenant General Stilwell suspected that Sir Somerville might have other ideas. As for what the idea is. He thought for a long time but didn't understand. "General Stilwell, I think the British army recruited these indigenous people to widen the canal." The adjutant thought for a while and felt that their real purpose was to recruit these indigenous people to widen the canal. "Wide the canal? Use manpower to widen it? Is Sir Somerville crazy? Does he know how many people will be killed or injured in this way? I'm afraid not even one in ten will survive." Stilwell was confused, widen the canal? Is this because they are afraid that these natives will not die quickly enough? You must know that two million workers were used to build this canal, and 120,000 people were killed or injured in the end. Although it is widening now, it does not mean that there are no risks. No wonder the other party accepted all of these 100,000 people and even expressed the need for 500,000. This is going to cost people's lives. "Maybe five hundred thousand is not enough." The adjutant's words made the atmosphere in the headquarters become more solemn. This is not the last century. No matter how many casualties there are, it will not have much impact. If there are too many casualties now, something will really go wrong. All right! In fact, there won't be any problem. It's just that Stilwell is overthinking. The Axis powers killed many people, but no one condemned them.

The British army also harmed many allies. Didn't anyone dare to say anything about sinking the French fleet? Everything is determined by strength. As long as you are strong enough, who dares to beep? Thinking of this, Stilwell took a deep breath and then said. "Send a telegram to Cun Yunsheng and tell him that the war in North Africa is urgent and more soldiers are needed. Ask him to supervise the indigenous people and recruit more indigenous people." Hearing this, the adjutant thought that Cun Yunsheng would be given a generous gift every month, and thought he could help him by the way, so he boldly said. "General Stilwell, I'm afraid if we don't come up with more reasons, the natives are not fools. Hundreds of thousands of people have been recruited, and most of them will not be able to return." "Once the natives learn that their soldiers cannot return, they will definitely launch another riot. At that time..." The adjutant did not say anything else, but the meaning was obvious. Because according to Somerville's wishes, I'm afraid there may be more soldiers recruited later. After all, soldiers are needed everywhere. "What can you do?" Lieutenant General Stilwell thought for a while and felt that what his adjutant said made sense, and then asked. The adjutant said without thinking. "Promotion!" "????" Stilwell looked at the other party with a blank expression, not knowing what the other party meant. Will promotion solve this problem? This was the first time he heard of it. However, seeing the adjutant's confident look, Stilwell motioned for the other person to continue speaking. "General Stilwell, we have to admit that those natives have the shadow of the Sichuan Army behind them, and they are all more or less helped by the Sichuan Army." The adjutant explained. Stilwell nodded, indicating for him to continue. In fact, this is his concern as well. That is, the relationship between these natives and the Sichuan Army is indeed good. This made him feel a little worried. But he didn't like this rainforest area at all. Even psychologically speaking, there is still a trace of satisfaction for the Sichuan Army to take care of these natives. After all, his mission is to deal with the Japanese army in the Southeast Asian theater. It would be better if the colonies of the British Empire could be dismembered along the way.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad. The power of the British Empire in Indochina was greatly weakened. However, after the weakened colony, the Sichuan Army took the opportunity to take away part of its power. He supports this. Compared to the British Empire, the Sichuan Army is very easy to control. "Continue." Stilwell motioned to the adjutant to continue. "It is foreseeable that once the indigenous people we recruit suffer a large number of casualties, those indigenous people will definitely riot. Why would the indigenous people in Myanmar help the Japanese army attack us? Isn't it because the British army's rule is too cruel." The adjutant said in advance. Hearing this, Stilwell couldn't help but be silent for a while. It is not that there was no review during this period. One conclusion we came to is that the British army was too ruthless during the colonial period. As a result, these Burmese natives all took the initiative to provide intelligence and even material supplies to the Japanese army. Therefore, he still took what the adjutant said to heart. "In the event of a riot, the only one we can rely on is the Sichuan Army, but their current strength is still too small. Compared with the indigenous people, more than 10,000 people are not enough." The adjutant has no idea how many people there are in the Sichuan Army. , but subconsciously thought that they only had more than 10,000 people. Most of them are cannon fodder, and only a small number are elite. After all, the Sichuan Army is really famous for its few infantry battalions that fought well. You really can't blame the other party, it's really the natives of Indochina who are too stretched. "So you mean to give them promotions?" Stilwell understood the adjutant's thoughts instantly. It's nothing more than promotion to win over the other party and make the other party fight against the allies. No! In other words, the US military is more determined. This is a good idea. After thinking about the performance of the Sichuan Army in the past six months, Stilwell said. "You are right. I will make a suggestion to Yamashiro to mention his military rank." As a result, the adjutant shook his head and said. "No, General Stilwell, I suggest that you personally promote his rank." "Huh?" Stilwell was stunned and looked at the other party in confusion. But he reacted quickly. yes! He is responsible for promoting the military rank, which is completely different from Yamashiro. Thinking of this, Stilwell thought for a while and then said.

"You are right. If I am responsible for the promotion, the Sichuan Army will be labeled as ours. What do you think of promoting him to brigadier general?" You know, Stilwell himself was only a lieutenant general and was directly promoted to major general. What will happen next? manage? And looking at the momentum of the Sichuan Legion, it is obvious that they are going straight to Luzon Island. The promotion is too fast now, what should we do next? So after much thought, I felt that Brigadier General was the most suitable. "General Stilwell, this is a wise decision. I believe the Sichuan Army will be grateful." The adjutant said with a smile and flattery. Hearing this, Stilwell chuckled. … When he learned that Stilwell was going to promote his military rank, Cun Yunsheng was stunned for a long time. "What medicine is this little old man selling in his gourd?" He held back his words for a long time. Because he didn't expect to understand, how could this old boy promote him to a military rank without any hesitation? Is this a brain convulsion? "brigadier?" "Isn't this too shabby?" "I have to give it to a major general anyway." Meng Fanxiao curled his lips, a little disgusted. Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng replied angrily. "Major General? What kind of good thing are you thinking of?" That guy Fertig has been toiling in Mindanao for so long, and he just took the title of brigadier general. The result? Mai Paopao doesn't even give that guy a brigadier general. Therefore, the Brigadier General is not low anymore. Moreover, Stilwell himself was only a three-star lieutenant general, and two years later he was a four-star general. As for the five-star general, no chance. "But one thing you said is right, that is, this old boy Stilwell is really too stingy. If nothing else, he at least gave two art masters the equipment. In the end, they gave him a military rank and a hammer. ." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but complain. He really has no interest in military rank or anything like that. Might as well have something real. "Master, I think if you accept Stilwell's promotion, you might offend the people in Shancheng." Suddenly, Meng Fanlao said this, which shocked Cun Yunsheng. Damn it! It’s true!

The person from Yamacheng's belly is really not that good. "You're right. The people in the mountain city are really not that good. There's a saying that goes, "A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. If they go to practice Taoism, they will be fully enlightened people." Cun Yunsheng Said teasingly. "What?" Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Cun Yunsheng's words. "It's very simple. Everyone just wants to protect themselves. If something goes wrong, they will sell their friendly troops. They have almost the same virtue as the British army. Isn't this just a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist?" Cun Yunsheng explained casually. Hearing this, Meng Fangliao thought about it carefully and realized that it was really an appropriate description. Aren't these miscellaneous troops just for betrayal? "Then do you want to reject Stilwell's proposal?" Meng Fanlian asked. Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng sighed softly, then shook his head and said. "We are still working under Stilwell, so we can't offend him too much. We must follow his orders. The guy from Shancheng is a little too big-minded and can't tolerate motley crews like us." "Even if he can bear it, his direct troops will look down on us." "At least under Stilwell, the only people he can rely on are us." "Without the title of being directly under the Allied Forces Command, our role and status will not be so important. Those big guys are willing to deal with us, isn't it just because we can get beautiful equipment and rice." Cun Yunsheng is still very measured about his own understanding. When his own strength has not reached that level, Stilwell still has to hold on to his thigh. The army stationed in India is the second example. After being directly subordinated to the Allied Forces Command, both the salary and weapons and equipment have significantly increased. "What if the mountain city..." Meng Fan was too tired to say anything else, but the meaning was obvious. What if Yamashiro gets angry? "Probably not. Now that the US aid has been temporarily suspended, they don't dare to offend Stilwell too much. They may even be the icing on the cake." After some analysis, Cun Yunsheng felt that with the understanding of current affairs in Shancheng, he would definitely not Offending Stilwell at this time. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Cun Yunsheng patted Meng Fanle's shoulder and said comfortingly. Hearing this, Meng Fan nodded, and then asked worriedly. "What about these five hundred thousand natives?" "Give it to him, didn't he capture a lot of indigenous prisoners? I was still having a headache at first, how to solve it, but now I just package it up and send it over. This time, Annan is asked to recruit 300,000 people, mainly the indigenous people near Hanoi." "Tell them that this is a huge honor. If you work for a British person, the salary will definitely not be bad. As long as you perform well, maybe the British person is kind-hearted, and they will be allowed to live in the British Isles." "This is pie from the sky, the world's number one power, what a resounding name it is." At the end of the sentence, Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but laugh. When it comes to yin and yang, he is definitely top notch. "Ah? Is this true?" Meng Fangliao, who didn't know the truth, asked subconsciously. "Pfft..." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help laughing.

"Do you really believe it?" "Okay, half a million is definitely not enough. Let Yangon, Siam, Khmer, and Annan recruit at least 600,000, no, 900,000. Adding the previous 100,000, we can make up exactly one million to give to the British. Man, the British are rich anyway, they can afford it.” This is really affordable. Two meals a day is enough. It’s not too far to load the grain from Tianzhu and haul it to the canal. And now it's blocked in the canal and can't get through. Might as well serve as a transport ship. "Do they have that many ships?" Meng Fan was confused. This is not 100,000 people, but 900,000 people. Normally, a transport ship only has 10,000 people, which is maximization. When will the one million be shipped? "Is it important? They have experience. Believe me, they are very experienced in transportation. After all, they started doing this hundreds of years ago." Cun Yunsheng said meaningfully. Hearing this, Meng Fanxia understood instantly and couldn't help but give a thumbs up. It’s true! When it comes to transportation, they are really experienced. "The freed land will be given to the hungry people to farm. It just so happens that your father's academy can also expand its scale. It is better to be more literate these days. Knowledge can change your destiny." Cun Yunsheng patted Meng Fanle's face again. Shoulder, he said solemnly. It wasn't until this moment that Meng Fanley truly saw Cun Yunsheng's methods. "Yes, Tuanzuo." Meng was completely annoyed and responded quickly. "One more thing, send a telegram to the Fourth War Zone and ask them to help contact the mine-laying guerrillas." Suddenly, Cun Yunsheng seemed to remember something and ordered. "Guerrilla minelayers? What is this?" Meng Fangliao's brain suddenly shut down. What is this? "A guerrilla group that specializes in laying mines for Japanese warships in the waters behind enemy lines is quite high-level and has a good record. The Fourth War Zone must know about it. Let them find a way to contact the other side and tell them that no one will go into the water to mine mines in the future. I have a special minelayer here, they can come over." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought of these unknown heroes. "Do you want them to teach our troops to land and fight?" Meng Fangliao came back to his senses and immediately understood what Cun Yunsheng was thinking. "That's right." (End of chapter)