In order to win the Cold War, both the United States and the Soviet Union were militant and armed and produced huge amounts of equipment. In this regard, Americans with better economic and technical conditions have taken the lead in the world.
For example, the Americans built bombers after World War II. The world is probably only familiar with the three series of B-52, B1, and B2. But in fact, the Americans have also built many bombers that are not well-known.
For example, the first B-36 "Emissary of Peace" equipped with six piston engines to perform intercontinental bombing missions, built 384 aircraft.
The world's first practical strategic jet bomber, the B-47'stratojet', was built 2,060.
The XB-70 Valkyrie can fly out of Mach 3 ultra-high speed.
None of these three types of bombers came in handy. The first two were all retired within a few years of use, while the latter had the best performance in the world but was not suitable for the era.
It's so pitiful, the rabbit still plays'Tu-16' and the number is still very limited.
As an opponent of American imperialism, Mao Xiong was limited by economy and technology, and made less. But compared to other poor people, the toys in its hands are also full of pits, tens of thousands at every turn.
Zhou Qingfeng ran to the Kiev Military District and used the "gold" full of four suitcases as a stepping stone to smash open the door of the military commander General Chechevatov.
Not long after Colonel Isakov received him, another major general sent instructions to allow Zhou Qingfeng to choose at will in the warehouse of the military area. After all, these things will have nothing to do with them in a few months.
If you don’t sell it now, when will you stay
Looking at the watch, it is already late at night.
Everyone was not drowsy. Zhou Qingfeng took Marcos and continued to be accompanied by Colonel Isakov and drove to the warehouse of the Guards Sixth Tank Army.
A group of tens of thousands of people is stationed in an area of hundreds of kilometers. There are no one thousand and eight hundred warehouses of different security levels.
Isakov took four armed soldiers and personally drove a UAZ-452 off-road command vehicle on the road.
This car is known as'Soviet Bread'. The round head and round brain are similar to a van, and the headlights of the eyes are cute and cute. The exterior and interior are simple and rude, everything is practical, and there is no seat belt.
The '452' was still a model from the 1960s, but it was produced until after the new millennium. In inland ports such as Erlianhot and Manzhouli, you can often see this kind of tattered chauffeur running away.
Regardless of its ugly appearance, this car has good maneuverability, four-wheel drive, can be pulled and equipped, mountain climbing and wading, and it can be driven at random all-weather all-terrain.
This is a standard military vehicle and is a "travel tool for citizens of the Soviet Socialist Union countries to enjoy a good life". Simply put-you can do it hard, it doesn't hurt to use it.
In order to have a good field capability, the suspension of this car is particularly rigid. It can run on any bad road, but the ride experience is surprisingly poor-it doesn't have an iron butt, so don't get on this kind of car.
Colonel Isakov didn't know what grievance he was venting, and the steering wheel twisted. Four armed soldiers clamped Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Keshi in the back seat, and they bumped repeatedly in the car together.
Before Marcos drove a broken'Lada', Zhou Qingfeng complained. Now the cabin of the'Soviet Bread' was filled with the smell of oil, and even though he had an iron body, he couldn't bear the torture a little bit.
"Colonel, can you drive more slowly?" Zhou Qingfeng shouted.
Isakov ignored it and drove harder. As if the sound of the bottom of the car colliding with the road surface could be heard, the carriage seemed to be equipped with a trampoline, bouncing up and down.
Zhou Qingfeng was on fire. He'handled' the AK-74 from the Maozi soldier beside him, and when he opened the insurance, there was a shuttle protruding toward the roof of the car.
The sudden gunshot finally made the colonel brake. The soldiers and Marcos in the car were taken aback, and quickly grabbed things to stabilize their bodies.
Everyone turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng. Another Maozi soldier turned his muzzle even more. Zhou Qingfeng's small gesture of elbow hit his ribs, and the painful opponent arched his body.
The gunpowder gas emitted from the muzzle is mixed with the smell of oil, which is pungent and unpleasant.
Zhou Qingfeng sternly shut the rifle safety and threw it back to the soldier who had been captured. He stared at the colonel who turned his head back, and said in a deep voice, "I am a guest. You should welcome me with salt and bread."
The soldier who was taken from the gun was completely stupid and couldn't figure out how the weapon he was holding was snatched away. Marcos in the other row in the back seat tensed all over, looking from left to right. Once the situation is out of control and turned around, he has to take the gun to save his life.
Colonel Isakov seemed to have only known Zhou Qingfeng, and he also didn't figure out how this guy could get the gun. He stared at the soldier whose gun was taken even more viciously, and shouted coldly: "After returning, go to the confinement room for three days."
The soldier who was taken with the gun seemed to be greatly insulted, grabbed his AK-74 again, answered'Yes', and stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who had greatly embarrassed him, as if he wanted to kill the Chinese.
The car was back on the road, but it drove more smoothly.
The colonel remained silent, but Zhou Qingfeng squeezed from the back seat to the co-pilot and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"The largest arsenal of the group army is not in Kiev, but in Kharkov to the east." The colonel was finally willing to speak well.
"Don't you ask what I want?"
"Tanks, armored vehicles, artillery, and even the latest MiG-29 fighter jets. As long as you pay, you can buy them."
"Damn it, what am I doing?"
Hmm..., the'Soviet Bread' suddenly braked to a halt again.
Isakov asked in surprise, "Are you not selling arms for your country? We are a frontline force here, with the best weapons and equipment in the entire Soviet Union.
You are not the first to find the way, I have received several groups of people. Arms dealers all over the world have turned their attention to us. It's just that no one gave four boxes of gold at once. "
Zhou Qingfeng shouted even more: "I am a legitimate businessman, not an arms dealer."
The faces of everyone in the carriage suddenly tightened, staring coldly.
Ma Keshi glanced around, as if he didn't hold back his smile, and snorted.
The four armed soldiers also laughed. The smiling colonel couldn't hold his face, and said to Zhou Qingfeng quizzically: "I have never seen you so shameless. You are not an arms dealer, what are you doing here?"
Cut..., Zhou Qingfeng ignored the laughter and jokes, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, and then handed them out to the soldiers in the carriage one by one. Finally, the remaining half was stuffed into Isakov's hands.
"Are you trying to buy me?" The colonel looked down at the money, then looked at Zhou Qingfeng.
"Do you want to refuse?" Zhou Qingfeng asked rhetorically.
The soldiers were stunned when they received the money. They first looked at Zhou Qingfeng and then the colonel.
Isakov also looked at his men. A few seconds later, he said discouragedly: "Accept it, accept it all. This is the inheritance of the motherland to us."
The colonel put his own share in his pocket, seeming to understate it. But Zhou Qingfeng could feel the other person's hands shaking, and he sighed, "It's good to get used to it."
"Yes, just get used to it." The colonel restarted and asked as if accepting fate, "Mr. Zhou, what do you want?"
Zhou Qingfeng patted the passenger seat, "Although you off-road vehicles are uncomfortable to sit on, they still run well. I want as much as there are."
The colonel nodded, "You will have it."
"I want all kinds of trucks, light and heavy."
The colonel nodded, "It's not difficult."
"What about construction machinery?"
"Yes, the group army has a dedicated engineering unit. It has the best field engineering machinery."
"Can I hire your people? For example, train the use of construction machinery, or simply come back to my country to do engineering."
"It's a bit difficult. The key is whether your country will grant visas. It's easy on our side. Just spend money."
"Besides, I came here mainly because I wanted a plane."
"fighter?"
"No, it's the Il-76 transport plane."
"You have found the right place. Military transport aircraft are under the control of the military region, specifically the 17th Air Force Group. They are not only the Il-76."
Isakov turned his head and looked at Zhou Qingfeng, and asked with a rare smile: "You don't want to come to a few'white swans'?"
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "I don't want things that are not practical."