Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

The supervisor thought for a long time and said, "Although we now have 2000 barrels of rubber, they will be consumed soon after Julong Company's business is rolled out. We need a steady supply of rubber to join the production.

It takes a long time to collect glue. You have to cut a hole in the rubber tree and put a ceramic bowl in it. It takes more than half a day to fill it up. It requires a lot of manual labor. We can’t go and collect glue ourselves, but the natives can!”

The special forces asked: "Do you want to cooperate with the resistance forces?"

The instructor nodded.

“You could say that, but I prefer to call it squeezing every last bit of value out of them.

So, you two will take the trouble to go find that Khun Sa and tell him that we have one ton of glue, no! Three tons of glue in exchange for a rifle!"

The special forces members had some doubts.

"Isn't this too much, three tons? It would take a lot of manpower to transport it to us. Will they change it?"

The supervisor laughed heartily. This sunny and cheerful laughter made the Japanese soldiers who were working tremble. If someone didn't know the supervisor well, they would have thought that the one who could laugh like that was a cheerful boy.

"What does that have to do with us? With this price, can he find a second place to exchange the rifle?

Don't worry about my high price. Khun Sa has gathered a bunch of scattered soldiers. On the surface, he looks very prosperous, but in fact, he must be very anxious when he is carrying people. How can he feed 2000 people? Where can he get weapons and equipment?

Before, the French devils were unwilling to pay attention to their small-scale actions. Now that he has grown stronger, he has caught the eyes of the French devils. This also means that his power will be destroyed soon. I guess this guy is extremely anxious now.

In this situation, if someone says that only three tons of glue can be exchanged for a rifle, do you think he can refuse?

After the rubber trees were cut, the clay pots had to be left there to collect glue for several hours, and the time for cutting the glue was mostly at night. There was not much risk in sending guerrillas to steal the glue, and it was impossible for the French devils to send troops to guard hundreds of thousands of acres of rubber forests, right?

This is equivalent to going to the wild area to kill monsters without taking any damage to save up gold coins to buy equipment, and then going to fight against others in PVP. Apart from being a little more difficult, there is almost no danger, so he will definitely agree. "

Just as the instructor thought, Khun Sa was now in an awkward situation. Long before launching this surprise attack, several resistance organizations had linked up and claimed that they would launch an attack on the French devils on the same day. They did so, but the results were laughable.

In the words of the French Governor-General in Southeast Asia, this was a meaningless, peasant-style, cathartic struggle, just like a person who had been oppressed for so long that he could no longer bear it, so he exploded and rebelled, and after being slapped in the face, he became completely obedient.

The actions of the resistance armed forces were of much ado about nothing. More than 3 people were divided into hundreds of organizations, and each team could barely be divided into nearly people. These people rushed into the city controlled by the French devils without any purpose, not knowing which areas to attack or which areas to occupy. After entering, they just smashed and attacked indiscriminately.

Some people couldn't walk when they saw the exquisite goods in the store, so they left the team and started buying them for free. Half of the team was dispersed before the fight even started. And before the French regular troops could react, the local police force solved all the problems.

This is still considered a good performance. The resistance organizations that performed poorly only dared to clamor outside the city and did not dare to attack at all. A group of ragged, savage-like guys were singing and dancing in the forest outside the city, making the French devils confused and thinking they were performing some local show.

Their weapons were also extremely rubbish. With more than 3 armed forces, the only piece of heavy firepower they had was a tiger squat cannon. Looking at the stamp on the cannon, it said "Ming Dynasty Yongchang", and it looked like something out of a museum.

The cannon was rusted beyond recognition, and no one knew where this group of people got it from. They pointed the muzzle at a sentry tower controlled by the French devils, filled it with gunpowder and steel balls, and fired, successfully exploding the barrel and taking away the three gunners.

The leader of the rebels immediately shouted that this was a warning from the gods, saying that it was unlucky to stay here, and that the wind was strong and they should flee! The rebels disbanded on the spot.

Compare with this pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, and you will know how dazzling Khun Sa's success is. He is like a psychic beacon in the subspace, and all kinds of monsters and demons are madly approaching.

At the beginning, Khun Sa was delighted by these "heroes" who came to him from all directions. The more power he could gather, the sooner he could launch his revenge on the colonists.

But when the number of people under his control swelled to 2000, he began to feel something was wrong.

First of all, the people who came to surrender were a mixed bunch, and each party had different demands. Some bandits wanted to make a fortune, some farmers just wanted to farm, and some nationalists wanted to establish their own country. There were many conflicts among these people. It could be said that as long as something happened to Khun Sa, these scattered soldiers would immediately disband.

There was also a problem with food. When his team had only 800 people, they could still barely get enough food and clothing. But after it doubled in size, the supply consumption doubled. He could only let the farmers who had land and homes return to the land first, and then respond to his call when the uprising started. This was how he could barely solve some of the supply problems.

However, the above are not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is that the French devils have already set their sights on him. It won’t be long before a punitive force specifically targeting Khun Sa will be established. By then, their armed forces with no more than a hundred modern rifles will be destroyed.

At this time, Khun Sa was in a village in a primeval forest. Leaders from all parties were drinking and chatting in a bamboo house. These former heroes looked at him with admiration and were willing to make him their leader. Khun Sa felt elated and drank a lot of rice wine.

Although the alcohol content of this stuff was very low, Khun Sa still got drunk. Perhaps for men, success is also a kind of intoxicating alcohol.

Khun Sa was carried by his men into a clean bedroom, but he did not fall asleep. Instead, he tossed and turned on a bamboo mat, thinking about his future path.

Khun Sa thought until very late, so late that even when his men who were still celebrating were all drunk, he still could not sleep.

His eyes gleamed in the darkness, trying to pierce through it and find a way to solve the problem.

The next moment, a flash of fire brighter than the flash in his eyes lit up, and at the same time, a clicking and friction sound was heard. It was the flame of the flip lighter!

Khun Sa’s eyes widened instantly and he stared at the flame.

I saw the flame moving slowly, reflecting a vague figure. The other person used the flame of a lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth, then shook his hand and flipped the lid to extinguish the flame. The room fell into darkness again, and only the flickering scarlet cigarette butt proved that there was indeed a person there.

With a swish, Khun Sa jumped up from the bed in an instant, took out the revolver that had been pressed under the pillow and pointed it into the darkness.

"Who are you!!!"

Khun Sa's heart rate soared to 150. Anyone would have the same reaction if someone suddenly appeared in their bedroom.

The man in the darkness did not answer him, but took a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and the scarlet cigarette butt became much brighter.

Khun Sa felt an extremely strong sense of oppression, and the other party's lack of answer made him angry. He was about to pull the trigger, but the next second, he felt dizzy, and then he fell heavily on the bed with a dull bang, and the revolver flew out of his hand.

Khun Sa was shocked! The opponent was too fast and he was knocked down before he could react. The opponent also took his gun and he was about to scream.

But the barrel of the revolver was stuck in his mouth and down his throat, making it impossible for him to utter a word.

After confirming that Khun Sa would not shout, the mysterious man took a deep puff of his cigarette, moved closer to Khun Sa's face, and blew the smoke into his face.