Chapter 271 One hundred thousand? No, I want half a million! (Second update!) "Do you think the French army will agree to train our people?" Cun Yunsheng's sudden words made Meng Fanglai stunned for a long time. Let the French army train the Sichuan Army? Just those French troops with defeated generals? Are they worthy? No wonder Meng Fanliao had this idea, it was really the French army's performance that was too awkward. If the French army's performance was not so crotch-stretching, he would not have this expression. "Do you think the French army's performance is too disappointing?" Cun Yunsheng seemed to have seen through Meng Fanglia's thoughts and said with a smile. "Yes, the French army is so arrogant that they can train our soldiers? Are you not afraid that the French army will lead them astray?" Meng Fangna nodded and admitted. Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"The French army is not as unbearable as you think. After all, they are also a world power, and they still have the necessary military qualities." "People stretch their hips just because they think there's no point in continuing the fight." "The last French man left in the British Empire." "However, it seems that the experience in landing operations is not that rich." As he talked, Cun Yunsheng also felt that it was not very reliable to let the French army teach them how to land. However, he did not leave those French prisoners idle. After all, people still have the military literacy they should have, and it is still okay to let them train artillery, armored troops, etc. "Then you still propose to let them go?" Meng Fangliao said even more speechlessly. "I think you might as well go find Stilwell and ask him to send some military instructors to help us with the island landing operation." Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng touched his nose and fell into deep thought. At this time, the US military did not have very rich experience in landing operations on the island. Because the Battle of Guadalcanal has just begun, the . military will have rich experience in landing operations on the island only after experiencing a **** battle. But Meng Fannie did provide him with an idea, which was to ask Stilwell for help. Although there is much less wool in Stilwell now, you can always find something if you pick it up. "It makes sense. Then send a telegram to Stilwell and tell us about the difficulties we are facing. We must emphasize our current difficulties, especially in the landing operations. We hope to send instructors with combat experience." Cun Yunsheng felt that when dealing with people like Stilwell, he had to complain and emphasize how difficult it was for him. "I understand. Do you want to give Stilwell another surprise?" Meng Fanxiao asked subconsciously. This made Cun Yunsheng take a high look. This guy has learned to answer quickly. "You have said so, so you must give him a surprise. Didn't Siam recruit 200,000 soldiers? Send 100,000 and say it is a gift from an ally. We must find something for him, otherwise, They are going to keep an eye on us." Cun Yunsheng thought for a while and decided to throw 100,000 natives over. That is to say, Annan is still recruiting and suppressing the rebellion. Otherwise, a total of 200,000 to 300,000 people will pass.

"Yes." Meng Fan nodded. … "Shit, bastard, **** it." Imphal, Stilwell couldn't help but cursed when he saw the telegram sent by the Sichuan Army. The reason for the anger was that Cun Yunsheng was behind the telegram, saying that the Sichuan Army still lacked a large amount of weapons and equipment. If it were before, Stilwell might have given it away with a wave of his hand. But now! The canal was blocked, and weapons and equipment could not be transported for a while. Unless you cross the South Pacific, but that is the Sea of ​​Death, and the price to pay is too high to cross. In addition, Admiral Wavell kept urging him to speed up the expeditionary force. Now Cun Yunsheng came to ask for weapons and equipment again. With all kinds of superpositions, he naturally wouldn't give him a good look. "Landing combat training?" After calming down, Stilwell frowned slightly as he remembered that Cun Yunsheng hoped to send officers for landing operations. A few months ago, Cun Yunsheng proposed the leap-frog tactic. He originally thought it would take some time to complete. Who would have known that in just a few months, the other side had already forced Annan to surrender and began to prepare leap-frog tactics. The speed of this change was beyond his imagination. The key problem is that the canal is now blocked and materials and personnel cannot be transported here. His proposal naturally fell through. Barring all costs, there is hope. If it were before, he might have thought about it. But now, it is definitely a rejection. Because the development of the situation in the Mediterranean is really shocking. The German army actually parachuted onto the island of Malta and sent a large number of warships to bomb the port of Malta. In addition, Port Said was also surrounded by German troops. In other words, if the situation gets worse, the entire Eastern Mediterranean, including North Africa, may be in the hands of the German army. Compared to the European battlefields, the battles in the Far East were minor. At least on the Indochina Peninsula, the scale of the battle is tens of thousands. Therefore, Stilwell's attention was naturally placed elsewhere. "Let the Sichuan Army find a solution on its own. The landing operation is not that complicated. As long as you are willing to sacrifice, you will definitely succeed." Stilwell's light words made the adjutant a little stunned. But it soon became clear that compared to the Sichuan Legion's petty quarrels, Stilwell's attention was naturally on Tianzhu.

After all, intelligence shows that the first batch of Japanese landing troops have arrived at the Tianzhu port and are currently joining forces with the Japanese troops in Tianzhu. Once the two sides complete the meeting, there will be a scale of 100,000 people. Such a threat is simply too great. In addition, the Soviet army's march south to Persia also caused considerable fluctuations within the Allied forces. First among them was the British Empire. Because the British Empire has the greatest interests in Persia, now that the Soviet army is moving south, it means that the interests of the British army are damaged. And the United States shares weal and woe with the British Empire. Therefore, both sides supported Türkiye in sending troops to the Soviet Union. It can be said that Persia is in complete chaos now. As for the sudden rebellion of the natives in Canaan, it is considered a trivial matter. No one cares at all. A series of troublesome events made Stilwell feel deeply tired, and naturally he was not that concerned about the Sichuan Army. "Yes, General Stilwell." The adjutant came to his senses and responded quickly. At this time, another telegram arrived. With a puzzled expression, Stilwell took the telegram. After reading the content, he shouted with red eyes. "Asshole, damn, a bunch of sons of bitches." "One hundred thousand people, how can I feed these people?" The content of the telegram was sent by the Zheng Dynasty of Siam. It probably meant that in order to alleviate the problem of insufficient Allied troops, it was decided to send 100,000 troops who had completed basic training and put them under the command of the Allied Forces Headquarters. In addition, Siam has just experienced turmoil and is very poor. No weapons! It is hoped that the Allied forces can support a batch of weapons and equipment. What's more important is that these 100,000 people have already boarded the train and are heading towards Imphal. This is the reason why Stilwell is angry. Needless to say, there must be traces of the Sichuan Army in it. But Siam specifically emphasized that they also hoped that General Stilwell could help Siam strengthen its troops because of his status as an ally. In particular, he expressed the hope that he could be treated the same as the Sichuan Army. And said that if there are not enough troops, they can provide more soldiers. At this moment, Stilwell was completely speechless. If the canal wasn't blocked, nothing would be a problem. Even very happy.

After all, Persia is in urgent need of troops. Admiral Wavell emphasized more than once that reinforcements must be sent immediately, otherwise the situation in Tianzhu will be out of control. However, Stilwell didn't have any decent troops at all. The only Sichuan Army that can fight is stalemate on the Indochina Peninsula. The expeditionary force was unable to advance due to insufficient supplies. All problems are caused by supply. "Asshole, tell them we don't need these farmers." Stilwell yelled angrily. Unexpectedly, the adjutant stopped him directly, looked at Stilwell and said. "General Stilwell, I think we can accept them." "Why?" Stilwell suddenly looked at the other party with unkind eyes. "In the North African battlefield, the Allied forces are retreating steadily. The British army keeps urging us to send more troops, but our main force is in the Pacific battlefield. If we can transfer some of our troops to North Africa, even Persia, we can help the British army. Ease the current battlefield situation.” "Even if these people's combat effectiveness is not very good, their large numbers can intimidate the German army and buy enough time for the follow-up troops to arrive." The adjutant explained. Hearing this, Stilwell fell silent. After some careful consideration, he felt that what his adjutant said made sense. Because the canal is blocked, troops cannot be transported. Now the only one who can provide a large number of troops is him. Even a group of cannon fodder can have some effect if there are enough people. Thinking of this, Stilwell suddenly felt that he could give it a try. "Then send a telegram to Sir Somerville and tell him that we need his naval **** to transport more troops to the North African battlefield, but we hope that the necessary weapons and equipment will be provided by the British army." "yes." For a moment, Stilwell suddenly felt that these natives were pretty good. At least it can provide a steady stream of troops. "If Sir Somerville agrees, let Siam, Yangon, Khmer and other places provide more troops." Stilwell did not expect this group of people to be very capable. Just take two shells. "Yes, General Stilwell." The adjutant responded quickly. On the other side, Somerville has been having a headache during this time, how to salvage the five 30,000-ton cargo ships. According to the plan given by the naval staff, the only option is to widen the river channel. Salvage alone would take at least a year and a half. And widening the river channel does not mean widening all the rivers. Instead, just widen the blocked section. To put it bluntly, it means bypassing the blocked cargo ship.

Compared with the previous salvage plan, the time required is already very short. After listening to the reports from his subordinates, Sir Somerville felt that he could give it a try. But soon there were new problems. That's where to recruit enough manpower. And because the canal is blocked, a new naval battle is about to break out in the Mediterranean. So the mechanical equipment needed is beyond the canal. In other words, the excavation work will be completed by a large number of manpower. However, because the Allied forces in North Africa were expelled, the local indigenous people no longer obey their orders. They simply can't recruit more natives now to do the job. "Damn it, you idiot Montgomery." Sir Somerville was furious and cursed from afar. At this moment, the communications staff came in with a telegram. "What's the matter?" Somerville didn't bother to answer the question and asked directly what the matter was. "General Stilwell sent a telegram. He hopes that we can send warships to escort." The communications staff also knew that Somerville was in a bad mood, so he did not dare to get into trouble and explained quickly. Hearing this, Somerville said with a gloomy expression. "Tell General Stilwell that I don't have time to **** them right now." If the canal is not dredged, the situation will be even worse. There is no time to **** them. "Your Excellency, I think you should read the telegram." The communications staff officer said cautiously. Hearing this, Sir Somerville frowned slightly, then picked up the telegram, glanced at it, and became even more angry. "What can a group of natives who have just laid down their weapons do? Be cannon fodder?" What's more important is that these natives don't have weapons yet, so they provide them? Isn't this a joke? The British Empire is no longer the empire on which the sun never sets. Now I have to live frugally. Therefore, it is impossible for him to agree to this condition. Just as he was about to scold the communications staff, he saw the adjutant whisper. "Sir, I think you can definitely agree to General Stilwell's proposal." "What do you mean? How can we have so many weapons and equipment?" Sir Somerville was about to scold when he saw the adjutant continue.

"General Stilwell just asked us to transport these people to North Africa. As for what these people will do next, it has nothing to do with him. Your Excellency, aren't we worried about building the canal? If we have these 100,000 People, the speed of widening the canal will be greatly accelerated.” Hearing this, Sir Somerville was struck by lightning. yes! These 100,000 people sent to the battlefield are just a bunch of cannon fodder! No! Even worse than cannon fodder! But it is definitely a good choice to widen the canal. Just take care of three meals! As for the number of casualties! They are all a group of indigenous people! Does he care about this? What a joke! For a moment, Sir Somerville thought of a lot, and asked with a dry mouth. "What if the number of people doubles again? Will the expansion speed up?" "That's for sure. If there are 200,000 people to widen the river, I believe it can be completed in three or four months." "What if it's 500,000 people? Can it be completed in one month?" Somerville took a deep breath and asked again. "It will take at least a month and a half. We need to organize these people into groups so as to improve efficiency." The officer responsible for widening the canal explained. "A month and a half..." Sir Somerville murmured, and then took a deep breath. "Send a telegram to General Stilwell and tell him that one hundred thousand men is too few and we need more soldiers." "yes." I went to the hospital to take a X-ray. I’ve been having pain in the middle of my chest for a while to see what’s going on! ​ ​ (End of chapter)