Rebirth of the Flying Era

Li Yuanchao looked at the map along Du Fei's finger, then looked up at Du Fei strangely.

The place Du Fei pointed to had absolutely nothing to do with what he expected.

Du Fei pointed to the place on the map where Shan State meets Siam and Lao State, which is the famous Golden Triangle in later generations.

At this time, this place was not that famous, because the appearance of Li Yuanchao defeated the remnants of Qianguo's army that originally controlled this place, occupied Shanguo's side, and conveniently converted all the land originally cultivated to food.

Li Yuanchao didn't quite understand why Du Fei was eyeing this place.

"Lao Du, what are you..."

Du Fei said: "This place is of great significance. It concerns both you and the country. I suggest you open up a corridor here."

Li Yuanchao frowned, blinked, and looked down at the map again.

He had already understood what Du Fei meant. The place where the Three Kingdoms meet is only a hundred kilometers away from the border between Shan and China.

Li Yuanchao looked at the map and stared at the distance of one hundred kilometers.

Du Fei asked from the side: "What did you see?"

Li Yuanchao knew that Du Fei didn't care at all about the place where flowers were still being planted.

With Li Yuanchao's current strength, if he really wants to deal with those places, let alone his territory, even in Lao Guo or Siam, it would be nothing if he sends troops there.

This kind of place is originally a no-nonsense zone. There are many places where you say they are yours and I say they are mine.

Du Fei specifically mentioned this place today and was very serious about it.

Li Yuanchao's mind was spinning quickly. He stretched out his hand and drew a few strokes on the map. He then looked up at Du Fei: "You mean, this distance?"

Du Fei said: "Aid Korea, according to your perspective, it should not be difficult to see that among the countries in Nanyang, Siam is the center. In modern times, it is the only country that has not been completely colonized. Up to now, its comprehensive strength is still the strongest in Nanyang. Strong, but our influence on such a country is extremely weak, why do you think it is?"

Li Yuanchao hit the point and said: "There is no land border, and the sea is beyond reach."

Du Fei nodded. This was not such a profound and obscure thing. It was not surprising that Li Yuanchao could see it at a glance.

Du Fei said: "In Southeast Asia, excluding the pure island countries, in the Indochina Peninsula, there are four countries that do not border with us, but only three countries that border on us. This is very unfavorable for our influence to radiate southward."

Li Yuanchao said: "Do you want to...cut a corridor from me so that Guonei can directly border Siam?"

Du Fei nodded without hesitation: "That's what I mean."

The reason why Du Fei proposed this is because we suffered a loss before he traveled through time.

Many times, the only reason why these small countries dare to speak nonsense is because they are beyond the reach of the police.

This time Du Fei wants to break their illusions. They are directly bordered in the north, and Li Yuanchao is eyeing them. In the south, there is Kalimantan, where Du Fei and Lin Tiansheng can move whenever and wherever they want.

With such a layout, it doesn't show much at the moment.

But once there are changes in the future, the domestic economy develops, and the strength recovers to a certain level, Nanyang can be conquered at the snap of a finger.

This is why, for the trade with Bangladesh, Li Yuanchao had to give 10% to Li Yuanchao. When Li Yuanchao proposed to build an arsenal in Shanbei, Du Fei not only did not object, but also tried his best to facilitate it.

The ultimate goal is for this ‘corridor’.

It is said that if you want to take something, you must give it first.

Everything must have a driving force. Even though Li Yuanchao came from China and was once the captain of the 24th School in the capital, he is now a warlord, a big warlord who controls an army of 100,000 and a population of millions.

There are at least three factions under his command, foreign, local, southern, and northern, and he has to coordinate them all.

So for him to give up a piece of land that is one hundred kilometers long and at least thirty kilometers wide for no reason, there must be an explanation so that those people can't say anything.

Li Yuanchao didn't object to this. First of all, the place was not very big, and also because he was so full after eating this time, he was embarrassed to say 'no'.

In addition, Li Yuanchao also knew that once he swallowed the Northeastern state, his main focus would be on the west.

Abandoning this 'corridor' now would save himself a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, whatever happens to Siam in the future, without this corridor, the country will not be able to project power, and it will have to be solved by him.

If there is this corridor and the country is directly bordered by Siam, it will be another situation.

Over in Siam, because of this small section of the border, you can use it to argue things. You see, I am next to flowers and fruits. I really want to go too far. I really can’t afford it!

There are even less tricks that can be used in China.

Thinking of this, Li Yuanchao nodded: "That's fine, but this matter must be kept low-key. It's best to do it bit by bit, and it will be over before you know it."

Du Fei understood what Li Yuanchao meant. After all, this kind of thing was disgraceful. It would be best if it could become an established fact without making any noise.

Anyway, there are deep mountains and old forests over there. If nothing happens, no one will notice that a hair is sticking out from under the butt of the big cock.

…

At the same time, in the former Governor's Palace in Dhaka City, now the Provisional Grand Commander's Palace.

Madura and several leaders of the Jean faction were sitting in Rahman's office.

To be honest, these people are a bit shabby and look like they have been poor for a long time and then become rich.

The leader was a lean middle-aged man of medium build, none other than Jean Badma, the founder of the Jean faction.

With a serious expression on his face, Jean Badma listened to Madura's retelling of the attitudes of Du Fei and Li Yuanchao, while reading the list of equipment purchases he brought back.

After a while, Madura finished speaking, and Jean Badma also put the list on the table. He was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but asked: "Everyone, tell me, what should we do?"

After he finished speaking, an old man with gray hair spoke first: "I think this is our opportunity. They are right about one thing. Although we were lucky enough to occupy Dhaka, with our current strength alone, we are simply unable to control the whole country. , foreign aid must be obtained.”

Several other people present also showed signs of approval. This was obvious and no one could object.

But there are differences on who to lean towards.

Someone immediately said: "I agree with Mr. Budd's view, but foreign aid does not necessarily come from a single country or Huaguo. Meguo people are stronger and more generous, right?"

The words trailed off, but he was replaced by a sneer: "Generous? Do you mean they transferred the two hundred thousand dollars into your account?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned. The face of the person who just spoke suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and said, "You fart!"

The man who sneered did not respond, but looked at Jean Badma.

Jean Badma frowned and waved his hands impatiently.

A flash of cruel joy suddenly flashed in the eyes of the man who laughed. He immediately stood up and drew his gun. Without waiting for anyone to react, he fired.

The bullet directly penetrated the head of the person who collected the money, and the Tianling cover on the back of the head was directly lifted, and red and white were splashed all over.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room fell to freezing point, and several people did not dare to express their anger.

Only Jean Badma was calm and calm. He wiped the blood spots on his face with a handkerchief and said calmly: "Okay, now that the people who cheated are gone, it's time to make a decision."

The other people didn't say anything this time.

Jean Badma paused for a moment and nodded with satisfaction, holding the list and shaking it: "These are the things we need most. If we want to keep our victory and become the real masters of this place, rather than a fleeting passer-by, we must We must get these things, at any cost!”

After saying that, he looked at Madura: "You are still responsible for this matter. I have no other requirements. Let's negotiate it as soon as possible and get the goods as soon as possible."

Madura quickly agreed, but then licked his lips and reminded: "But fifty million dollars..."

Gene Badma waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this, I will figure out how to make money." At this point, Gene Badma narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Indu has a temple, and it's not like we don't have one. "

In an instant, the expressions of several people present changed, realizing what Jean Badma wanted to do.

They wanted to dissuade him, but the blood in the room and the bodies lying on the ground made them swallow their words wisely.

At the same time, I also understood that the real reason for the death of the man just now was probably not because he had received two hundred thousand dollars, but because he was specially brought out to kill chickens and monkeys today.

Jean Badma finally showed a slight smile: "Very good, it seems that everyone is united, so it's settled."

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very complicated inside.

Not only are they worried about the serious consequences of following the same example, but they are also looking forward to the wealth of the temples in Bangladesh.

If that were to happen, these people in the room would definitely get a share of the pie.

A mere two hundred thousand dollars is nothing.

With complicated emotions, several people left one after another, and in the end only Madura was left.

As the most confidant, he still couldn't help but say: "Jean, we..."

Jean Badma put away his tough attitude and let out a sigh of relief: "I know, but do we have any other choice? Herman is dead! You understand what this means. ?"

Madura was silent.

Of course he knew what that meant.

If Rahman had not died, as the Zeon faction was a powerful local faction, Rahman would definitely buy them off with a lot of benefits in the future.

From the beginning, Jean Badma had no ambition to become the commander, but now that Herman died suddenly, they had to step up and ride on a tiger.

They had no way out, not to mention that they were in conflict before Rahman died. Even if they weren't, if something like this happened, someone would take it for granted and put the blame on their heads.

Once they fail, other factions will surely swarm in and eat them to the bone.

This is why Jean Badma is so ruthless and decisive.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down!" Madura said with a solemn expression.

Jean Badma patted him on the shoulder, and after Madura went out, someone came in to clean up the body.

Gene smoked and looked out the window the whole time. When he was done, he finished three cigarettes and ordered: "Invite the fruit man over."

About half an hour later.

McNee came in from the outside with a smile and frowned subconsciously.

Although it was cleaned up, the smell of blood in the room has not completely dissipated.

But McNee was not an ordinary person, so he didn't make a fuss when he guessed that someone had died in this room not long ago.

After all, there will be no more dead people in every corner of the world.

"Hey, my friend!" Jean Badma stood up, smiling and full of energy, and went up to hug McNee.

After exchanging pleasantries, Jean Badma directly handed over the weapons purchase list.

McNee was stunned for a moment, then took it and looked at it, and immediately understood: "Is it from Huaguo Man?"

Jean Badma nodded and leaned back on the sofa: "I'm in a dilemma now too! You know, it's not me who really controls Mengjia now, the Li Yuanchao Jiangjun is here, and even the entire Ruler of the Greater Bay of Bengal.”

Of course McNee knew that, and what made him even more troublesome was that the list clearly had the title "Beijing Red Star Fire Equipment Company" printed on it.

What a concept.

To him, Li Yuanchao was at best a local warlord.

Red Star Fire Equipment Company represents Du Fei, and Du Fei represents a huge political force.

He wouldn't be afraid if that was all. After all, no matter how powerful Tathagata Buddha was, he could not control Jerusalem.

But the problem is that Du Fei has a close relationship with the Bush family, and the two have jointly established a large-scale oil company.

This is no joke.

McNee is in America's system and knows how low the lower limit of this huge and rotten system is.

Especially with the intertwined interests, he had no doubt that the Bush family would do something against Du Fei when necessary in order to get involved with Du Fei's interests.

He didn't want to be found dead in the car due to a 'sudden heart attack' one day.

Jean Badma quickly noticed McNee's perfunctory behavior and couldn't help but feel helpless.

He originally wanted to see if he could use McNee's influence to contain Du Fei and Li Yuanchao, but now it seemed that there was little hope.

However, Jean Badma was not an ordinary person after all. Although he was disappointed in his heart, he continued to negotiate without showing it on his face: "You have also seen that this is the request of General Li and the special envoy Du. They agreed to use the loan before... I'm afraid... "

The two had been in contact, and McNee promised to give Gene a loan of US$20 million.

One of the conditions is that at least half of the money must be used to purchase weapons and equipment from Meguo.

As a middleman, McNee naturally has his share of benefits.

Now when he heard this, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

Who prevented Meguo from catching this train~

I was originally planning to make a grand debut in the finale, but it ended early before the finale!

In addition, in South Vietnam, they still ask for fruits and flowers, so here they can only swallow their anger.

Otherwise, if something happens, the superior officers will not take care of it for him.

But at this moment, Jean Badma suddenly changed the subject: "Unless..."

McNee's heart moved: "Unless what?"

Jean Badma said: "Unless you can find a way to increase the loan amount to fifty million US dollars, our previous conditions will remain unchanged. In addition...I can personally provide this amount."

McNee couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster when he saw Jean Badma's outstretched gesture, but fifty million dollars was not a small amount.

But then I thought about it again, and felt that I was meddling in my own business.

Whether it is a small amount and whether it can be lent is a matter for those banks.

For him, no matter how much the loan is, if he finally buys American equipment for 10 million, he will get two points of benefits, which is 200,000 US dollars! What's more, Jean Badma also promised an additional half a million.

His salary is nominally no less than 50,000 US dollars per year, which is already two or three times that of ordinary workers. With the addition of overseas subsidies, his income can be doubled.

But don’t forget, you still have to pay taxes on this money.

If he was asked to save 700,000 US dollars from his salary, he wouldn't be able to save it in twenty years, let alone ten years.

…

On the other hand, when Madura returned to the military camp and brought Jean Badma's reply, Dufy had already left Bengal ahead of schedule.

He had finished everything he needed to do and say during his trip to Li Yuanchao.

When the war ends and a new pattern is formed, at least in the next few decades, the strategic initiative in this direction will be firmly in our hands.

Du Fei originally planned to stay for two days before going to Xindeli.

But there was a new change in the situation. Just two hours ago, news came from China that Mosco sent people to Xindeli and expressed his intention to meet with Du Fei through private channels.

The so-called foreign teachers, to put it bluntly, are just looking at what others are doing.

When Mosco comes, you must not neglect him. Regardless of whether the relationship is good or not, you must pay attention to your attitude.

Moreover, this time the other party was an acquaintance of Du Fei's, it was Natasha whom he had met at the shooting range before.

It was obvious that this time the other party had put a lot of thought into it. They didn't just send someone here randomly, but after careful consideration, they found an acquaintance who had contact with Du Fei.

This is the dividend produced by this war.

Before this, no one expected that this time Xinde Li would take action against Bakistan, Huaguo would not only take action decisively, but also win so beautifully and destroy everything.

Strictly speaking, Xin Deli was beaten before he officially ended the game.

This result is not unexpected, but the process is really incredible.

learn from mistakes.

If Indu was careless and did not hide ten years ago, how will it count this time?

This forced Moscow's think tank to re-evaluate the power of flowers and fruits. This was not a small-scale conflict involving a few hundred people, but a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of people.

The strategic thinking, tactical literacy, and fighting will displayed by the troops with the reputation of being a single army completely crushed the Indian army.

Based on the new situation, no matter how unwilling Mosco was to admit it, he had to change his inherent ideas and practices.

…

Two days later, Du Fei first arrived near Allahabad by car, and then transferred to Xindeli by train.

When I got off the train, it was raining lightly in Xindeli, and the air was filled with the smell of damp cow dung.

Outside the train station, the ground was muddy and dirty, and the people who worked hard to make money were barefoot and didn't care.

Du Fei got into the car that picked him up and looked out through the car window.

The same people who came back with him were the same people that Meng bought.

The person who came to pick me up was a comrade from the agency here.

It is ironic to say that the relationship between the two parties, which was originally almost stagnant, became increasingly warm after the outbreak of the war and the defeat of the Eastern Front.

"Comrade Du Fei, please let me know if you need anything. Our work will revolve around you while you are in Xindeli."

In the back seat of the car, a slightly bald, very elegant middle-aged man said sincerely.

Although he was more than ten years older than Du Fei, his eyes were bright when he looked at Du Fei.

As a high-ranking foreign officer, Zhang Xue knew a lot of inside information.

Especially this time when Du Fei came over, he learned a lot about Du Fei in a more targeted manner, which surprised him and made him admire him even more.