Ji Lin.

The 17th Division of the 25th Army was stationed.

Taking the First Army stationed in Shanxi as an example, at its peak, it had six operational divisions and regiments under its jurisdiction, all of which were fully staffed, with a total strength of more than 100,000 troops, and after the outbreak of the Pacific War, a large number of main divisions and regiments were transferred, and the total strength was even less than 30,000 for a time.

The 25th Army was to defend the puppet Manchurians, against the main army of the Independent Regiment under the command of Grand Master Ding, and to defend the last lifeline of the empire.

After the establishment of the Natuna Air Base and the deployment of early warning aircraft and 'Styx' missiles, except for the Southeast Asian Islands and the Philippines, the contact between the rest of the regions and the mainland was basically cut off, and the only thing that could provide a large amount of supplies to the mainland was the mainland of the Republic of China.

The task is daunting.

So the scale is also unprecedented.

The 25th gathered almost all the remnants of the main force of the Kwantung Army, the main division of the peninsula garrison, the main force of the army's native division, and the main division and regiment mobilized from the Pacific theater.

The total strength of the army surpassed that of the North China Front at its peak.

As for why he did not directly participate in the war with the Kwantung Army, it was for the convenience of command.

The Kwantung Army is a veteran front army, operating in the puppet Manchurian for more than ten years, a bunch of old and young, mountains are numerous, the Japanese army has always paid attention to seniority, and Tanaka Qin, who has been pinned on high hopes, is a newly promoted officer, with insufficient qualifications and connections, and it is difficult to command this group of people, so the base camp simply overheads the Kwantung Army, leaving only the scene of the newly formed miscellaneous divisions and regiments, and the old main forces are all scattered and incorporated into the 25th Army with divisions or brigades.

At this time, in a brigade-level barracks, a lieutenant with a plaster flag on his forehead looked at the sparse corn and rice paste in the bowl, and frowned:

"Baga, why are there so few."

Although he lost his armor all the way and retreated one after another, in the past six months, the devil's food has been really good, even better than in previous years, second only to the first two years at the beginning of the war.

Rice balls, corn and vegetable soup, filling bread tubes, and occasionally canned meat.

But since half a month ago, the quality of food has plummeted, and a week ago I could still eat a full meal, and now, there is only a bowl of porridge left, but I can eat enough, but it doesn't take an hour to be hungry.

If you don't let you have enough to eat, how can you fight the enemy?

This is not the sinners of the empire and the locusts!

The sin is terrible.

Damn it!

"Didn't the division commander say it?"

A ghost soldier on the side glanced at the plaster flag on the forehead of his squad leader, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"The Locust and the Prime Minister have jointly ordered us to triple the amount of food we collect each month at all costs, and in order to meet His Majesty's order from the Locust, the commander has also shipped some of our military rations back to China."

"The orders are all posted."

"Locust."

The devil lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then silently lowered his head and began to pour water into his mouth.

With a plaster flag on his forehead, this devil lieutenant is obviously a hardcore bushido devil, a typical young Zhuang faction officer, who only wants to be loyal to the locusts, and his mind is full of bushido.

So when the locusts came out, he instinctively did not dare to object.

After the meal was closed, the devil squad leader touched his stomach and frowned.

Only seven points full.

He overestimated the bowl of thin soup and underestimated his appetite.

After eating, he led the team to build the fortifications.

The enemy is about to attack, they need to build anti-tank trenches, anti-artillery holes, etc., because of the lack of materials, so they must dig as deep as possible, and the amount of work is huge.

In the evening of the same day, when Lieutenant Devil came to the cafeteria with his chest against his back, he was given as many bowls as at noon. At noon the next day, looking at the less thin soup in the bowl, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Yaga."

He rushed straight into the wing headquarters with a dog basin in spite of the obstacles, intending to question the quartermaster.

"Wing Captain ·····"

Looking at the thin soup in his own co-captain's bowl that was even less than him, this devil squad leader was choked in his heart.

"In special times, bear with me."

The Devil Wing Captain stuffed a spoonful of thin soup into his mouth:

"The Celestial Locust Empire needs us to make sacrifices."

"I won't pursue your forcible invasion of the team headquarters, go down."

"Hey."

The leader of the devil squad bowed his head, his face full of guilt.

However, what this devil squadron leader didn't know was that just after he left, the wing commander rode into the division headquarters, which was filled with a table of sumptuous dishes and even sake.

The division commander and the wing commanders were having a drink.

On the other side, the leader of the devil squad who returned to the cafeteria drank a sip of thin soup, and he was inspired to pick up the armory shovel and rush into the bunker and fortifications that were still being completed.

And then.

A week passed, and the captain of the devil team, who had lost a full ten pounds, looked at the thin soup in the bowl that was less than last week, and the telegram of the locust order posted outside the canteen, and after being silent for a long time, he silently tore off the plaster flag on his head.

And on that day, he did not lead the team to repair fortifications and trenches.

The news also reached the ears of the wing commander.

"Yo Si."

The co-captain who was gnawing on the chicken leg smiled and nodded:

"The squadron leader's strategy worked really well."

This person is one of the three devils who took out Shanxi with Maeda Jili.

······

Los Angeles.

"Including bonuses of 1,500 dollars a month, or after taxes, and even food and lodging."

A letter sent by a Frenchman from a French who was looking at his alumni at the same time, when he read the salary amount in the letter, he couldn't help but swallow.

That's more than ten times his salary.

He and he were both in a village at the same time, both of them received a master's degree from the University of Paris, and even worked as a technical engineer at the same coal chemical plant after graduation.

But in the United States, a country with a lot of global immigrants, a master's degree makes a lot of money, and the coal chemical industry is not a sought-after industry, he is a newcomer and is very lucky to find a monthly income of $120 after tax.

Three times higher than a soldier who joined the army.

That's five times as much as entering the factory.

It is easy to feed a family of five, but it is a little difficult to live a good life.

Money is needed everywhere, the price of materials is rising, consumption is relatively high, there is no money in the pocket, and it is difficult to move an inch. His family of five still lives in a cramped rental house.

"Fifteen hundred dollars."

Putting the letter away, the master's degree in chemical engineering, a graduate of the University of Paris, fell into deep thought.

His classmates invited him to work in that Republic of China, and promised that if he worked hard and taught the Chinese apprentices, he would also receive a monthly income of 1,500 US dollars.

It can be even higher.

However, you have to learn a little Chinese first.

The letter also mentioned that there are free Chinese language training classes there, which is not difficult for their learning ability.

Thinking of the two children at home and the tens of thousands of dollars in fixed assets required to officially naturalize the United States, the master of chemical engineering gritted his teeth and finally decided to go out and break through.

After all, he graduated from the University of Paris with a master's degree in chemical engineering, and when he became familiar here, it was not a problem for his salary to reach more than $3,000 a year, or even higher, but compared to $1,500 a month, it was still a huge gap.

For the sake of his family, in order to become an American citizen, he decided to go out and break in.

·····

"Yankee's new policy is really good."

In Ping'an County, in the office of the construction brigade, the political commissar looked at the report in his hand and smiled from ear to ear.

"yes."

One of the report presenters on the side said in an equally happy tone:

"In the past half month, the number of technicians who have come to our base has doubled compared with before."

"But why enact such a bill?"

The officer was very puzzled, the United States is a country of immigrants, and the main population is composed of immigrants, and raising the threshold for naturalization requires a certain amount of assets, isn't it equivalent to driving immigrants abroad?

And this time Caucasians can't avoid it.

"Why?"

Commissar Zhao continued to laugh, but his tone was a little disdainful:

"For the dollar."

Although the Yankees have a big business and are so rich that they have a lot of money, they also have a large stall, and they need to feed more than an eight-figure army on land, sea, and air; an airplane is more than 100,000 US dollars, a battleship is more than 100 million US dollars, and there is no such a cost-free all-round factory as a warehouse, and a lot of foreign aid is also needed.

Billions of dollars are sprinkled and drizzled.

Lao Zhao knew it very well in his heart.

If there is no warehouse, let the base area feed its own troops, even if it is built to the current base area, the cost of a Natuna sea and air base can directly bankrupt the base area.

Now, the consumption of a wave of air transportation is more than the total consumption of the troops in a year before, that is, when Boss Chen did not appear.

But the richest country on earth actually stared at the little money in the hands of immigrants, which still made the political commissar disdain and despise.

"Political commissar, at the current rate, our funds will not be enough, or..."

The officer changed the subject.

Although he earns $100 million a month, and he only uses it to recruit talents, the base is really poor, there are too many talents needed, and the wages are very high.

So he wondered, should I reduce my expenses a little?

For example, the bonus to that group of experts is a little less, 1200 dollars per person per month, it has no effect, and it is still much higher than that of the United States.

"It's okay, we have the money."

Lao Zhao smiled:

"According to the predetermined plan, we will continue to increase revenue and attract talent."

"Huh?"

The officer was puzzled.

Food stamps circulate domestically, and in some places around it, but internationally, it is the same, far inferior to the dollar, the pound, and the mark.

These are all old industrial powers, with their own strong industrial capacity to support the currency, and their own side is indeed a little short, the time is too short.

It can only be given to those foreign technicians in dollars, or pounds, and other people don't want it.

Could it be that the political commissar has a new way to make money?

"You'll know when the time comes."

Political Commissar Zhao sold a pass.

This group of talents, especially those recruited from the United States, is not only involved in the revival of the base areas, but also has a plan for him.

A plan for the United States.

To be precise, a plan for the American economy.

·····

Coming out of the conference room, Zhao Gang walked all the way to the logistics department building, because it involved the warehouse, the logistics department of the independent regiment was highly secret, there were special personnel to manage and there was a special troop guard, and the specific number was only clear to Li Yunlong or him.

At the entrance of the logistics department, he met Li Yunlong, who came with him.

"Lao Zhao, what bad idea are you kid fighting?"

Seeing his partner's expression, Li Yunlong knew that his partner was bubbling with bad water in his heart.

"Hahaha..."

Zhao Gang laughed and avoided the topic:

"How many devil war criminals have been captured?"

Boss Chen's business, killing or capturing devil war criminals for trial, can get a price, and the price code is advanced technology and silver at the beginning.

The role of technology has been demonstrated, raising the profile of the base, especially the dozen or so laboratories set up by Zhao Jiayu University, which is known as one of the world's scientific research centers.

A large amount of silver is still in existence, and it is ready to attack some American silver bills, let the Yankees bleed, and estimate that the massive amount of silver will be released, the price of silver will fall at least several times, and the US Treasury Department will lose at least three or four billion dollars.

That's not a small amount.

With the current income of $100 million a month, the base has to earn for four years. It is comparable to one-fiftieth of the GDP of the United States, and once it detonates, it will have a great impact on the American economy.

After the Spring Festival in 45 years, the price code changed, not only silver, but also gold, a large amount of gold.

The bombing of the Spring Festival killed many devil war criminals, and Ishihara Wan'er, Tufei Yuanxian and others were killed, and the harvest was very fruitful.

"Recently, the harvest has been reduced."

Grand Master Li was quite a pity.

The devil is fighting less and less!

Taking the list of 'warehouse' materials from Li Yunlong's hand, Political Commissar Zhao crossed the huge amount of weapons and equipment, food and materials, and went directly to the end.

Silver!

Gold!

If the impact of the Great Silver Depreciation on the US economy was small, what about gold?

Gold doesn't really have much practical purpose other than decoration.

However, because of the rarity and preservation, the current currencies of the world are anchored to gold, although because of the economic crisis, the United States has implemented loose monetary policy, making the currencies and gold of various countries not as directly locked as a few decades ago, but the connection is still very deep.

International transactions are often paid directly in gold, and the outflow of gold will still greatly affect a country's financial stability.

When gold depreciated and became a few tenths of its original value, the manufacturing industry faced direct competition from the base, and with the help of Boss Chen, their products were of better quality and more expensive, so ·····

What will become of the United States of America, the world's most powerful industrial country, with a limit of $35 per ounce of gold?

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