Chapter 361: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 361 Tank Company (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"Soldiers qualified for light weapons, step forward."

As soon as Chen Yi's voice fell, another two rows of nearly 20 people stepped forward. The Outer Hall's body techniques weren't necessarily formidable, but they did have some effect on discipline; otherwise, a group of retired soldiers, placed 1000 years ago, would be a rabble, the most troublesome sort, who would meekly stand in formation letting a young man say "step forward."

Chen Yi nodded slightly, then shouted again: "Third, those among you willing to go abroad as mercenaries, stand in a left column; those willing to go abroad as security guards, stand in a right column. Everyone signs a contract of more than three years..."

Previously, a five-year contract was required, but judging from the two groups of 15 who went on vacation trips back home, no one had a big tongue insisting on describing the West Continent's scenery... Of course, the key point was that Chen Yi wasn't afraid; nowadays in Jiangning, aside from He Fuhan standing immovably, it was already the Chen Family's private preserve. Without the Chen Family's approval, no first-rank official could mobilize the police, Armed Police, or security forces, let alone the military. Without the cooperation of the violent organs, purely going through political channels, these retired veterans at present did not have the ability to overturn heaven and earth.

A little longer than the time previously delayed, 9 retired veterans stood on the left side, 14 retired veterans stood on the right side.

Totaling 23 people, compared to the previous numbers there was a slight change, but it was enough.

Sergeant Hu Yang spat and cursed "blastocyst," saying: "With your kind of guts, you still talk about defending home and country?"

Du Yilong couldn't take it, stepped out, and stood behind Second Lieutenant He Qun.

Now it was 24 people.

Someone spoke up asking: "If we go abroad, and don't drive tanks or anything, is there... money for tank weapon qualifications?"

"Yes." Chen Yi answered affirmatively.

So this person also stepped forward.

25 people.

Not a bad result. He should thank the Outer Hall for its role in paying salaries and adjusting thinking.

Compared to comrades retiring at the same time, the treatment for soldiers entering the Outer Hall was far, far better.

Actually Chen Yi played a small trick. If he directly shouted who was willing to go abroad, the number would probably be much fewer, but first calling out those with weapon qualifications, then asking them who was willing to step forward, this turned going abroad from a right into a privilege, only those who met the weapon qualification standard could go abroad. The fact was indeed so; he didn't need soldiers who had raised pigs in the army for two years to go to the West Continent, he didn't even need ordinary conscripts—soldiers who trained for three months in the recruit camp and fired 10 bullets in a lifetime, he had a Martial Arts Hall, how could he not train them? What was truly lacking were soldiers with special skills, such as the use of tanks, artillery, sniper rifles, and other light and heavy weapons; there weren't actually many such people in the army.

Looking from left to right once, Chen Yi said in a commanding tone: "You should have long been prepared to go abroad, everyone use one day to handle personal affairs, tomorrow night we depart. Dismissed."

The old soldiers dispersed. Chen Yi was calculating the number of tanks needed, but Cao Zheng came over with a thick face, saying: "Boss, can I go?"

"Did you reach Body Technique Level 9?"

"How could that be, it's just... just a bit of an impulse to fight."

Chen Yi could understand this impulse; he had had it before too.

"What do your family think?"

Cao Zheng blinked, saying: "Double salary, you tell me how they think."

Like many discordant families, Cao Zheng's arduous spirit of struggle partly came from the coldness and power at home.

"You can't come back for at least several years, you still want to go?"

"Go. Staying in the Martial Arts Hall, I'm about to go crazy. I also want to be as formidable as Yin Senyong." Cao Zheng was one of the few who could see Yin Senyong, and admired his Combat Skill Level strength immensely.

Chen Yi nodded slightly, saying: "Then go prepare."

He was quite willing to have Martial Arts Hall students go to the West Continent; this was also the original intention of establishing the Martial Arts Hall back then. Although the natives' training was arduous, it was quite difficult for them to exert combat power beyond firing in formation.

After calculating the number of people clearly, Chen Yi thought secretly: if calculated at 4 people per tank, then only 6 tanks would be needed to temporarily satisfy the need, not even enough for a tank company.

However, from the perspective of purchasing, buying one duck is buying, buying a flock of ducks is also buying. Facing a West Continent cavalry force of over 30,000, a tank battalion was approximately necessary. Then suitable soldiers could be selected from the West Continent's students, which would just achieve the effect of balance and control.

Of course, this matter again had to fall on Mo Shaoqiu. Chen Yi directly called over, saying "30 Type 59s, quotation."

The transaction itself had been discussed.

Mo Shaoqiu defected to the Chen Clan, precisely speaking to Chen Yi, was a major decision. After making this decision, all actions had a continuing logic. He didn't care what Chen Yi wanted tanks for, only answering: "1.25 million."

The factory price of a 36-ton Type 59 tank was not more expensive than a good Japanese car; 1.25 million was approximately six or seven times the factory price.

Chen Yi still thought it was quite a bargain. Without Mo Shaoqiu as an intermediary, even with more money to buy tanks, it would be difficult to deliver them to Jiangning. So he agreed in one breath, and said: "Put them in containers, deliver to the Jiangbei Container Terminal."

Mo Shaoqiu on the other end of the phone was scared white, forcefully suppressing his inquiry, asking: "What about supporting equipment?"

"Just needs night vision function, ammunition fully stocked."

Mo Shaoqiu thought it over and over, all feeling Chen Yi had no meaning of armed uprising in Jiangning, so he reluctantly agreed.

To him, rather than earning tens of millions of RMB, it was better to say he was making a positioning within the Chen Clan Group.

"Also..." Chen Yi suddenly remembered, and said again: "Help me find some ships that can be assembled and transported. They must be fast enough, have strong endurance, defense mainly against light weapons, things like gunboats that can sail on the river."

"Can be transported on land?"

"Yes."

Mo Shaoqiu foolishly said he understood, then just before hanging up asked: "Orange G Group's person in charge Qiu Yuan Shi asks me to thank you. Also, he asks if you have holiday plans, and whether you need members of Orange G Group to accompany you."

Chen Yi suddenly realized that Christmas, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival were coming soon. Chinese people celebrate festivals, and Japan probably has similar festival celebrations. If he didn't make a request, Qiu Yuan Shi would definitely arrange for them to appear in various festival programs. This was a good time for artists to rise.

"Don't use them during the holidays." During holidays, it was also the busiest days for officials and officials' family members.

Chen Yi was savoring the fun of three women in the same room, and couldn't help but find it funny. Mo Shaoqiu seemed really used to being a broker. Arms brokers were one thing, but even women were being intermediated by him...

During the few days waiting for the arms to arrive, Chen Yi carefully prepared operation and combat footage of the Type 59 tank. Some resources were still from confidential military materials.

However, he didn't hold hope for a well-trained troop. The key factor for excellent soldiers was the body. Their bodies should be accustomed to training, so they could exert astonishing abilities on the battlefield. The content in the footage, at most, could train some drivers and gunners, not real soldiers—but that was enough.

Three days later, all the tanks arrived.

Chen Yi personally went to the Jiangbei Container Terminal to escort the goods to the Jiangjing Storage Area. After inspecting the goods there, they were loaded into Water Land God Boxes, then sent through the Underground Passage to the Subway Station.

30 Type 59 tanks weighed 1000 tons. Supporting oil tankers, bridge-laying tanks, repair vehicles, and other equipment were even more.

Chen Yi asked Mo Shaoqiu to deliver supporting equipment, but he delivered a tank division's worth of supporting vehicles, even including a Radio Command Vehicle. If there were a few more self-propelled artillery pieces, long-distance conquest might really be achievable.

In early December, Chen Yi took all the equipment and headed to the West Continent.

Accompanying him were 25 retired soldiers, 40 students of various cohorts, 10 returning West Continent "sightseers," and another 50 Latin Americans. Among the Latin Americans, the majority were violent criminals.

Chen Yi now understood why Europeans in the colonial period always sent criminals to the New World. Criminals' obedience and combat power were truly suitable for a newly reclaimed land. Although he was slightly worried that the simple young people would be led astray by criminals, from another angle, since they could survive in such a complex environment on Earth, the West Continent's criminals should presumably be able to cope.

Besides, the West River Water Fortress had no law protecting person and property; he had even prepared for the genocide of a certain Latin American country—killing at most half of Latin Americans would be enough to completely erase a nation's mark on the West Continent.

The subway arrived smoothly!

The veteran soldiers, trainees, and criminals entered a normal state of reflection, while Yu Weichao felt his blood surge for those sturdy tanks.

He asked in a low voice: "Can it blast down the city wall?"

"Ma La's city wall? I'm afraid not." The Type 59 Tank was merely a tank of late-World War II level; although the Chinese military still equipped it and claimed to "base itself on existing equipment," the only two places it could play a role were training soldiers and suppressing commoners. Any populace with a bit of martial prowess was no longer afraid of Type 59 Tanks, and Ma La's city wall, used to defend against large-scale magic and Holy Knight attacks, still had considerable defense against the Type 59's 100mm rifled cannon.

Yu Weichao sighed regretfully.

Li Changning watched from the side for half a day and suggested: "We can drive the tank to beneath Ma La, then use it as cover, pile up explosives under the city wall, and finally—one bang—solve the problem."

She Lei's eyes lit up instantly.

Perhaps because Chen Yi was present, a group of people pooled their ideas and soon came up with seven or eight good plans. Chen Yi neither criticized nor encouraged them; after they made a decision, he said: "Your first priority is to train an emergency team for Milan Anti-tank Missiles, and then train tank drivers."

Man-portable missiles were far easier to operate than tanks.

Chen Yi clearly still did not trust those veteran soldiers.

Just as he was speaking, Liao Fou came to report: "That bastard Maduke refused to sell slaves to us."

"What does he demand?" Yu Weichao sat calmly in a chair.

"Prohibit the use of slaves and machinery in highway construction." Liao Fou was furious. Without slaves and machinery, there was no point in building the highway at all.

Chen Yi asked curiously: "Has he made demands before?"

"The fourth time." Yu Weichao finished speaking, looked at the tank, and asked tentatively: "Shall we give it a try?"

"Then let's give it a try."

Chen Yi likewise rubbed his hands together eagerly.

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