mesbooks Chapter 170: Layout of White Eagle, Trying to Become a Member of the Complex
Chapter 170: Layout of White Eagle, Trying to Become a Member of the Complex
As a soldier, after receiving Zhang Chi's report, Stevenson was more delighted that the air advantage in the next battle would be greater.
Unlike the former, Jason from the Intelligence Bureau, as the secret broker between White Eagle and Zhang Chi, obviously thought more.
"So, our General Zhang is now not only openly providing 12.7mm machine gun ammunition belts, but also generously supplying aviation fuel and a full range of aerial bombs ranging from 100 pounds to 1000 pounds?"
Jason casually threw the documents in his hand onto the table, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, his face filled with helplessness.
He raised his head, a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "With such resources, why does he need our Lend-Lease Act?"
The chief intelligence analyst, Benji, pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and said calmly:
"At least according to the intelligence we have, since the attack on Myitkyina began, Zhang Chi's 212th Division, oh, now the 'People's Army', has never been short of ammunition and fuel."
Bangui's tone grew serious as he spoke. "Even though General Stevenson has been supplying supplies by air, our analysts have carefully calculated that the ammunition and fuel consumed by the Zhangchi forces far exceeds what Stevenson has delivered."
"What's more," he continued, "our people have discovered traces of Zhang's men reselling fuel and weapons on the Qian Kingdom black market. Apparently, he doesn't just have enough; he has more than enough."
Although the intelligence agency's spies were unable to infiltrate deep into Zhang Chi's forces, they were unable to obtain the exact number of personnel and weapons and equipment of Zhang Chi's forces.
But just through the White Eagle instructors at the Xinwangping base, the Intelligence Bureau's excellent mathematical workers (elegantly known as intelligence analysts) were able to roughly estimate the consumption of food, biscuits, fuel and various ammunition for the Zhangchi troops.
Jason raised his eyebrows, picked up the black coffee on the table and took a sip. The bitter taste made him sober up a little.
After thinking for a moment, he sneered:
"Interesting. The supplies Stevenson brought in were clearly not enough to sustain his combat power. The instructors even discovered that Zhang had a powerful armored unit under his command, not to mention surplus goods from the black market. So the answer is simple—Zhang has a complete basic industrial self-sufficiency system behind him. This kind of thing is not something that can be built overnight."
"Excluding all impossibilities, the only explanation is..." Benji paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing, "Zhang, with the help of some caring individuals, has long since established a self-sufficient industrial base."
Jason scoffed and shook his coffee cup: "So our tycoons have already sold everything?"
"There's no way the Johns are involved. They want to kill Zhang as soon as possible. The Mao bear? Zhang Chi has no contact with them. As for the rest..." He shrugged and smiled meaningfully, "They can't be the French, right? That poor Major General Charles is still following our commander-in-chief, waiting to be fed."
Even when answering his boss's questions, the chief intelligence analyst who immigrated from Liverpool did not forget to make fun of the poor Frenchman.
"This news is very important. I have to tell the tycoons in Texas." Jason thought to himself, "Since there is no way to block it, I have to sell it."
Currently, the countries in the world that can independently manufacture bullets are the major powers and a few secondary powers such as Kangaroos, Maple Leafs, and Jacks.
Now Zhang Chi has somehow developed a complete set of industrial capabilities. No matter how big or small the production capacity is, it exists. So the lowest level of control method of blocking the other party from selling some military equipment is definitely useless.
Jason put down his cup, his eyes darkening.
He leaned back in his chair, folded his hands on his chest, and nodded slightly:
"That's right. Since the blockade is ineffective, let's dump it. Let those old foxes in Texas sell him more military equipment at low prices. If we can't stop them, we will completely make the market our territory. The more they sell, the more dependent they will become on us."
Thinking of this, Jason couldn't wait to stand up and pull at his black suit jacket, as if talking to himself, or as if to cheer himself up:
"I have to tell those tycoons I have good relationships with that they have to seize this opportunity. Zhang still has tens of millions of dollars in loans."
Although this behavior is a naked use of national intelligence to show goodwill to the arms tycoon, as an intelligence officer, Jason thinks this is normal.
After all, this is the United States, right?
Aren’t the interests of the United States for the benefit of everyone?
For the first time, Jason had the idea of consolidating this relationship of interest.
In his opinion, this connection should continue not only now but even after the war.
After waving his hand to signal Benjy to go about his own business, Jason left the building with a heavy heart. To prevent the FBI from eavesdropping, he planned to go to a coffee shop a few blocks away to make a phone call.
In fact, in order to win this world war, Commander Luo single-handedly released the huge Tosla, the military-industrial complex.
Although the power of the complex is not strong enough now, its power has begun to show.
According to Commander Luo's plan, he will take action to take back Tosla after the war to prevent it from becoming too powerful to be eliminated.
Of course, what happened next is known to the world.
Zhang Chi naturally would not waste this good opportunity. He also wanted to use this newly established community of interests to gain benefits for himself.
The existence of the system allows him to exchange for some synthetic humans with white faces, which provides the greatest convenience for his "passing off fakes as genuine" plan.
Jason, who was hurrying on the street, noticed that a new weapons design company and a financial savings bank had recently opened in the nearby block.
However, he did not think deeply about it.
After all, it is a war time now, and there are too many companies that want to get a piece of the pie in military procurement, whether it is large companies such as General Motors, Lexus, Republic Aircraft or Vought, or hundreds or thousands of small companies that provide them with various parts. Each of them makes a lot of money from the government's large procurement.
"They're just another bunch of people dreaming of designing some groundbreaking weapon, getting it purchased by Congress, and having unrealistic dreams of soaring into the sky."
Jason walked quickly past the new company with a sign that read "New Century Armed Forces Weapons Design." He paid no attention to the several burly white men in top hats and windbreakers who looked like security guards coming in and out of the company's door. He just curled his lips in disdain.