The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 380 Better to Die for a Fellow Daoist Than for This One (Bonus Chapter 3750 for the Emergence of the Erotic Shadow Master)

After hearing Mo Shuiyan's introduction of the equipment production situation, the members of the transmigrator team were all in quite good spirits.

Something's wrong! My sister-in-law Mina's mood is off.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and her expression remained somewhat troubled.

After hearing Lao Ma's suggestion that they should trade more legal tender and silver dollars with Yu Hanyong and his group, the troubled look on his face became more and more obvious.

She coughed lightly a few times to draw everyone's attention before revealing her problem:
"Whether they want equipment or cash such as legal tender and silver dollars, Yu Hanyong and his men have no problem with supplying them."

The price we offered allowed them a substantial profit, and they were willing to do it even at the risk of being beheaded.

For this reason, they even dared to empty the stockpiles of other Guangxi Army units and send them all to us.

Furthermore, in the current era, when it comes to weapons and ammunition, they would much rather use fiat currency and silver dollars for cash transactions, as these are easier for them to collect and carry.

However, during this period of protracted fighting, the brothers suffered heavy casualties, and the amount of various medicines used was naturally quite large.

The most crucial ingredient, penicillin, is currently in sufficient stock, but if we were to engage in large-scale trade with Yu Hanyong and his group, we would need to acquire a considerable amount of cash.

"We might not even have enough medicine for the major battles to come. After all, this journey has only just passed the first stage; there are still many more battles to come."

To be honest, Mina is a finance professional; she's incredibly thoughtful.

Even though this was only her second time participating in time travel, she had already considered all aspects quite thoroughly.

It was precisely because they had considered things so thoroughly that they found themselves in a dilemma. Yes! No matter what, they couldn't let the brothers of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment go without medicine.

Unfortunately, after calculating the costs, they realized that apart from medicine, they didn't really have anything of value that would make Yu Hanyong and his men risk their lives to come and trade with them.

Xiao Cui, the girl in question, uttered a rather poignant comment.

"The current limit of 1.5 kilograms per medicine is too low; it would be better if we could bring 10 or 20 kilograms so we could exchange them for other medicines outside."

"It would be even better if we could get more advanced drugs like triple antibiotics; then we wouldn't be left helpless when there are wounded soldiers allergic to penicillin who have no medication available."

Based on the pattern of that mysterious entity, it would be absolutely impossible for them to bring over something as advanced as triple antibiotics, which was beyond the technology of the time.

However, with each subsequent time travel, the amount of various supplies that can be carried can gradually increase.

However, that was a matter for later, and it was a case of "distant water cannot quench immediate thirst."

Just as everyone was deeply troubled by this, Chief of Staff Anne, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, pointing out some directions that everyone had overlooked:
"Besides trading with people like Yu Hanyong using physical goods."

Haven't you ever considered that we could actually sell some technologies that have already been developed but are strictly kept secret by certain countries to other countries that haven't yet mastered them?

Or, to put it another way, we could sell the DIY equipment we developed based on later experience and technology to foreigners.

Previously, due to various restrictions, there were either no channels available or not enough time, leaving no room for such operations.

But this time, aren't Uncle Sam's family and the Russian family right here?

Besides watching the game, the two of them probably also had their eyes on something else, such as the production technology of penicillin.

"Xiao Cui! Those two guys have been hanging around the hospital a lot these past few days, trying to chat you up quite a bit, haven't they?"

Annie's statement immediately made everyone's eyes light up.

It could be said that the time-traveler team members were all guys with a wicked sense of humor, but you couldn't say they were all idiots.

The solution Anne mentioned was simply something they hadn't thought of at the moment.

Once it was mentioned, it was like breaking through a thin layer of paper, not only opening up their thinking, but also enabling them to apply what they learned to other situations in the blink of an eye.

They began to speak enthusiastically, offering more implementation details and ideas.

Xiao Cui: "I knew it! Why do those two foreign devils, Bill Eulton and Andre, always like to hang around the field hospital and keep trying to talk to me?"

"Damn it! I thought they were infatuated with my looks, but it turns out they were after my penicillin." Seeing Xiao Cui's indignant expression, the others immediately burst into laughter.

After laughing, the guard raised some questions: "I remember that Uncle Sam only started large-scale production of penicillin in 42 using deep-tank fermentation technology."

It wasn't until 43 years later that full-scale industrial production was achieved, with output increasing more than a thousandfold to meet basic needs.

Is it too early to sell the technology for industrial penicillin production now? I'm referring to that mysterious entity; they probably won't allow us to do this, and there might even be punishment.

As a result, this problem was easily solved by others.

Old Yu finally spoke, and because he was quite emotional, this usually taciturn man unusually said quite a lot:
"We won't sell penicillin production technology, we'll just sell other things."

I remember Uncle Sam's family will only start researching the bazooka rocket launcher next year, and it won't be finalized until 42. Now is the time when there is an urgent need for man-portable anti-tank weapons.

We can sell them our rocket launcher blueprints; we're sure to get a good price for them.

Even if the Russians can sell these blueprints once, I don't believe that Comrade Steel is not worried at all when he sees the German steel torrent.

As for the German and Japanese tanks, since they were mass-produced and suffered heavy losses, I can only say that it's none of our business. China doesn't have many tanks anyway.

The saying "better to die than to die" was quickly popularized and promoted again, similar to the one about Lao Yu.

Uncle Bo, the serious soldier, spoke up, offering a similar suggestion: "Hmm! If that's what the taciturn guy says, then radar technology can be sold too."

In 35, those British gentlemen invented radar, and it was even put into practical use in 38, but they kept it a secret from their allies.

They even fabricated a story that their pilots ate a lot of carrots to improve their night vision, in order to cover up the existence of radar.

So, neither the Russians nor Uncle Sam know that this technology exists yet.

If we're willing to sell, they're sure to be willing to spend a lot of money; after they buy it, they'll probably keep it strictly confidential, which is really interesting to think about.

"And we Chinese didn't have many planes, and we couldn't defeat the Japanese air force anyway, so we weren't worried about the technology being leaked."

Good heavens! According to Lao Yu and Uncle Bo, Hu Biao and his group inexplicably developed a strange mentality that poverty in China actually had its advantages, and that being poor could be just as ruthless as being ruthless.

After giving a wry smile, Hu Biao asked the crucial question:
"Old cucumber, do you understand radar technology? Can you write it down?"

"They understand the principles and know some of the technical details of the original model. Of course, it's impossible for them to know everything; but even if we take these things out, they can quickly figure them out."

With just these items, asking them for equipment enough for several divisions wouldn't be unreasonable at all, right? Anyway, their industrial production capacity is strong; they can manufacture them in no time."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Bo spoke quite frankly.

The others gave a big thumbs-up to this statement and price, expressing their strong agreement.

(What other similar technologies can be sold? Readers who can think of any can leave a message. The author really can't think of any at the moment.)
In the time that followed, with everyone speaking enthusiastically, it became clear that they had been begging for food while holding a golden bowl.

Now things are much better! People aren't worried about what to sell, but rather which items are suitable to sell. It's a happy problem indeed.

The final decision was made to sell the rocket launcher blueprints and radar technology first, to let these foreign devils taste the sweetness first.

In high spirits, Hu Biao shouted, "Alright, that's it for today's meeting! You cripple, hurry up and bring over a Type 1 rocket launcher and some ammunition."

Later, we can let our esteemed customers see how powerful the product is, and it would be best if they could fire a couple of shots themselves.

"Boss lady, sister-in-law, and old cucumber, the three of you come with me now. Each of you will talk to those two foreign devils."

Annie glanced outside and saw that the rain had subsided a bit, then offered a different opinion: "No rush! Let's wait until the rain stops tonight."

When the villagers bring wine, we'll take this opportunity to get these two guys half-drunk.

Whether getting Bill Eulton drunk would be effective is debatable, but getting that Russian, Andrei, drunk would certainly yield even more benefits.

"Beautiful!" Hu Biao praised Annie's idea sincerely...

(End of this chapter)