One day later, on March 14, 66th year of the New Era, at the Sri Lanka Caliper Military Base.
After the war, the smoke cleared and life in the town returned to normal. The people living here ate and did business as usual. Many were even hired by the Chi Army to go to last night's battlefield to pick up military supplies, including bullet casings, artillery shells, supply boxes, and auto parts.
For residents of small towns like Sri Lanka, this kind of work is undoubtedly a blessing. A bullet shell can be exchanged for 10 cents, and a well-preserved supply box can be exchanged for 50 yuan. As long as they are diligent, this is enough for them to live for a while.
When the bottom line of human life drops to the lowest point, having food to eat and being alive is good enough.
In the endless wilderness, a group of black children were completely unaware of the sadness. They mingled with the adults, picking up battlefield trash while chasing and playing...
For a war-torn area that has been fighting for decades, the people here have long been accustomed to living with the sound of artillery fire. Their resilience is like the black soil, which, although full of trauma, is so tenacious and unyielding.
In town.
Su Tianyu sat in the courtyard of the headquarters smoking a cigarette. He was in a very bad mood and didn't even have breakfast.
Zhang Hao's death had a profound impact on Su Tianyu. He even felt a little guilty, always thinking that it was because he did not do his best that the accident happened to his family. He was also reflecting and grieving in his heart.
“Tramp!”
The sound of footsteps was heard and Zhao Weihu walked over.
Su Tianyu turned his head and looked at him; "Brother!"
Zhao Weihu held his signature big bowl and bent over to sit on a big rock next to Su Tianyu, like a farmer getting ready to work at sunrise. He took a bite of garlic and a big mouthful of noodles mixed with chili, which made people's appetite increase greatly.
"...Your family has lost a brother?" Zhao Weihu asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist.
Su Tianyu was silent for a while: "... Yeah."
"No one can be perfect." Zhao Weihu said softly, "Last night during the second attack on Sri Lanka, we lost one of our company commanders. Although he and I don't have the same surname, we are no different from brothers."
Su Tianyu nodded woodenly.
"Alas, who can survive a war?" Zhao Weihu turned his head and looked at Su Tianyu: "As long as you know why you are fighting and what you want to do, that's enough."
Su Tianyu looked at him: "So what do you want to do?"
"Overseas, I just need to find a place to settle down and a second home so that my brothers and I can live a good life." Zhao Weihu said very straightforwardly: "If I don't want those bastards to make the decision, then I can make the decision myself."
Zhao Weihu's words were very purposeful, and he has indeed been working hard in this direction, so he has a goal and a vision. Every step he takes is moving forward towards the vision in his heart.
But Su Tianyu has been thinking about one question from last night until now: why did he do all these things
For money? Actually, he is not short of money now. If he takes the share from Tongji Club, he will be a multi-millionaire at least. And as long as he sits in this position and makes money, he can make the Su family well-fed within three to five years.
For power? Perhaps this was the original vision. Su Tianyu had always been brooding over the murder of his parents. He initially held his breath and wanted to enter the system, hoping to find out the cause of his father's death one day, find the murderer behind the scenes and complete revenge, and also let those who took advantage of the situation see that Old Su's son, the next generation of the Su family, stood up again!
But so far, all of Su Tianyu's energy has been drawn to the affairs within Lao Li's team. He has no spare time to think about his own affairs. Instead, he is in a state of constant running, following Lao Li's footsteps.
Having satisfied with the money and holding some power, Su Tianyu began to feel confused. What was his goal in moving forward
Is it the one that Lao Li said about the world being divided into three parts, or the one that my elder brother said about the kings, princes, generals and ministers, are there any special breeds
This is Su Tianyu thinking very seriously about his own future and the future of Tongji Association, and gradually he had the answer in his mind.
…
In the yard.
Zhao Weihu's guidance to Su Tianyu always touched the other person's heart with just a few words.
"Yes, one must know what he wants to do." Su Tianyu let out a long sigh: "That's very well said."
"You are a smart person. When a smart person has figured things out, he doesn't need anyone to persuade him." Zhao Weihu bit a piece of garlic, raised his head and said, "Go talk to the Xin family. My staff went there this morning and they are very upset. You are the middleman, so it would be better if you come forward."
"Okay." Su Tianyu responded: "Brother, how do you want to integrate it?"
"I have finished discussing the establishment of an army with the old commander." Zhao Weihu replied: "Military expenses and supplies will be provided according to the army-level units. Xin Chaojie will be promoted to lieutenant general, and all other cadres will be promoted by one rank."
"Where are the troops? Without reinforcements, this army will be just an empty shell, right?" Su Tianyu asked.
"You've already got the food and salary, why do you still care about those empty things?" Zhao Weihu laughed: "Haha, but I have an idea recently."
"What do you think?"
"I have always adhered to the principle of pure bloodline in the army and did not want to recruit soldiers of other nationalities," Zhao Weihu said after a pause, "but now I am ready to compromise. Damn, there are too few soldiers. If we can't recruit them, then everything will be in vain! So I plan to use Sri Lanka as the center and set up two Indian regiments to test the strength."
Su Tianyu nodded immediately: "We should have done this a long time ago."
"It's hard to deal with a mixed-race army. Let's try it first and see the effect." Zhao Weihu ate the noodles in two bites and said, "That's it. You go and talk. I'm going back to the meeting to discuss the issue of abolishing Sri Lanka's taxation."
"Cancel taxes???" Su Tianyu asked in disbelief: "How... how are you going to support the troops?"
"Do you know how many people there are in Sri Lanka now?" Zhao Weihu held up four fingers. "Including the elderly and children, there are only about 40,000 people. The warlords have sucked blood here for many years, and the people have been ripped off. If you go to the streets, you will see that many children have no shoes to wear. Even if I want to collect taxes, I have to wait for them to slow down, right? What's more, we are foreigners and have just arrived, so we have to be polite. Not only am I not going to collect taxes, but I will find a way to do some business with them. There is labor here, and if it doesn't work, we can make underwear and pants, and we can make some money, right?"
"Haha," Su Tianyu was amused by this: "You really are a business genius!"
"Then you're not talking nonsense? Such a large armed force, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating all depends on me for diplomacy." Zhao Weihu replied proudly: "If I were doing business, I would still have Baolong, what would Huihong have to do with it?!"
"Awesome!"
"Come to me after you're done talking!" Zhao Weihu walked to the sink with the bowl in his hand. He was completely unconcerned and rinsed the dishes with cold water himself.
…
Dragon City.
After the war, two divisions of the Chinese Corps in District 1 were also stationed outside the city, no more than 30 kilometers away from Tan Hengqiang's headquarters.
Inside the headquarters.
Chief of Staff Zhang walked in and said softly, "The Regional Council has issued an order asking you to return to Washington to report within three days."