The cruel Lahore street battle did not scare Nehru because he knew very well that he had no choice. If he wanted to bargain with the coalition, he had to have bargaining chips.

The coalition occupied Kolkata. In order to regain the city, he had lost more than 60,000 soldiers, but there was no progress. This result was hopeless, that is, he could not regain the city. The overwhelming air superiority of the Ming army and the crazy firepower that could be described as a change of tai, coupled with the number of Pakistani people, and the special terrain that the armored forces there were unable to exert their troops, which made Nehru convinced that even if he had exhausted his army, it would be difficult to regain Kolkata.

Then he needs to seize a city of the same level from Pakistan in exchange.

Lahore is the best exchange.

He is not taking Lahore, but also taking back Kolkata.

A total of 150,000 Zhu troops were invested in this city and engaged in bloody and cruel street battles with 100,000 Pakistani defenders, fighting for each block, one road after another. Behind them, new troops that the two countries hurriedly collected were also pouring in to act as cheap cannon fodder.

On the Eastern Front, less than 200,000 Tianzhu troops, on the long front from Tispur in the north and Torah in the south, they fought desperately to block the attack of the coalition forces, and used their lives and blood to fight for the battle on the Western Front.

But unfortunately, their main opponent here is the Ming army.

This powerful legion, armed to the teeth, has become a daunting war machine. At least in South Asia and Southeast Asia, they are already invincible, the most exquisite equipment, the best commander, the most abundant logistics supply, and the machine runs at high speed like sufficient lubrication.

There are also soldiers trained from the war. Although they don’t quite understand why they ran to India to fight, their personality cult of Yang Feng solved the problem of who to fight for, and their invincible record also gave them high morale. Of course, they are a little arrogant, but they can be said to be fearless.

They were like American soldiers who swept across Babylon decades later. They wore bulletproof vests, Kevlar helmets, and automatic rifles, and were riding in infantry fighting vehicles. Hummers, following the traces of tank tracks crushing, under the cover of fighter jets that were hovering almost all the time, and rushed through the defense lines of the Indians as if they were kicking open a thin door. Behind them, the Pakistani and Assam troops followed, brutally surrounded and suppressed the broken Indians, just as every invader liked to do, leaving behind a flaming flame all the way.

However, Nehru was not very concerned about the battle situation on the Eastern Front. Because he had enough depth. No matter how many places the coalition forces occupied on the Eastern Front, even if they occupied the entire West Bengal. As long as he seized Lahore, they could be exchanged. If he could not take Lahore, these places would be truly lost.

In fact, Yang Feng was not very concerned about the frontline battle situation. What he is most concerned about now is how to resolve his internal opposition to his military and military opposition. At least the Chinese capitalists who donated to him are already dissatisfied with this. After all, so far, he has suffered a lot of losses on the battlefield in India. The Air Force has lost more than 100 combat aircraft in total, and the ground troops have been killed in battle for more than 2,000. The casualties of soldiers on his side are extremely high, and the disabled will be kept for the rest of his life. What is all the money!

Although he knew that Yang Feng was for the Assam Oilfield, he was the one who got the oilfield. Those capitalists had no share, but they had a share in spending military expenses.

Several Chinese guild leaders, including Li Guangqian, have expressed their dissatisfaction to him in a very tactful manner. At least we also bear more than one-third of the Ming Dynasty's fiscal expenditure a year. You are a fake public service for personal gain! They are not able to understand the significance of developing new economic colonies now. After all, they were originally in Java and other places. I guess they understood it when they went to Pakistan to do business with Assam after the war.

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?

I can assure you that I don’t want a penny of the money I earned in Far East Oil, and I use it for subsidies. Haven’t you always said that the oil price is too expensive now? It’s easy to handle. I will give you subsidies. According to the list and amount of funds donated to me, I will give you fuel subsidies every year, donating more to supplement the more, and donating less to supplement the less, and how much I earn in Far East Oil every year, all of which will be subsidized to you in this way."

Yang Feng said to Li Guangqian.

"No, no, I just said that, how can I ask for this money? We donate to you unconditionally. If you still receive your subsidies, what's the point."

Li Guangqian said quickly.

"I really don't want it?"

"No, no one of us is still short of that little money for gas."

Huang Qingchang said.

"Then this way, it can be used as another kind of subsidy for you. Anyway, since I said that I don't want any income from the Far East Petroleum, I definitely can't take back this statement. This money can be used as a fund, an aid fund. Any Chinese who have donated to the Ming Empire can apply for aid from this fund when his company is in trouble and on the verge of bankruptcy. This foundation investigates his situation, and those who meet the conditions can receive assistance equivalent to interest-free loans. Of course, he will not be eligible to apply for a second time before returning this aid loan."

Yang Feng said.

Huang Qingchang and Li Guangqian looked at each other and it was obvious that this fund was good. Capitalists like them had not had a bad time in the coming year. Having such a fund would be like having an extra life.

"Okay, since that's the case, then we will thank the head of state for his good wishes first."

Li Guangqian said readily.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "There is one more thing. Is your father-in-law still in contact with the North?"

Li Guangqian nodded. His father-in-law and the younger generation of capitalists were different from those who were preparing to take root in Southeast Asia, and he was still thinking about returning to his roots.

"Let him help me ask Comrade Li if he is interested in doing business?"

"What business do you have with them?"

Li Guangqian said unexpectedly that the Ming Dynasty and the Soviet Union are now incompatible, so he ran to have something to hook up with with his younger brother.

"It's very simple. If you replace the drug with others, as far as I know, they should be short of all kinds of drugs now, right? For example, penicillin, sulfonamide, trauma drugs, surgical equipment, numbing agents and so on."

"Yes, it's very lacking. Like Penicillin, they are not afraid of exchanging their lives."

"Yes, let them exchange their lives, of course, for the lives of living people. The area they control is fighting against the rich? I want those who are ready to be executed by them, and I want them who are willing to be with them, and those who have participated in the War of Resistance against Japan who have been captured by them. If anyone is willing to come to our place, I want them. In short, those who should be killed in their hands can be given to me for review first, as long as they meet the conditions, I want them. They can rest assured that I will not give these people to the bald man. Of course, they believe it or not. Anyway, it is just a living person with a hundred penicillin injections, or other medicines they want. The price can be discussed in detail.

In addition, we can continue to do this business for a long time. In the future, they will need to change arms. As long as the person sent is worth the price of arms, I may agree. Even some of the technology they need, if the price is sufficient, can be negotiated."

Yang Feng said.

"First of the People, you want to..."

Li Guangqian said in horror.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. They are all Chinese. Those who they killed will be killed anyway. The wounded soldiers who have no medicine will definitely die. This way, both will be alive. What a good thing. You must understand that if we Chinese want to maintain the current situation in Nanyang, the most important thing is not how powerful the army we have, but how many Chinese people we have, how many other ethnic groups there are in Nanyang? We are still a minority until now. This is not enough, we have to be the majority!"

Yang Feng said.

This business must pave a good path from now on. Although it is not the highest period, it has already begun. He must ensure that the business of recruiting people from the north will continue. He is not afraid of attracting hundreds of millions of Chinese people. In the future, Indonesia's population alone will reach 200 million, and now it is only more than 70 million. This land has enough capacity to accommodate.

As for whether Comrade Li would do this business, Yang Feng was really not worried. Not to mention anything else, he was still very clear about what Penicillin meant to Comrade Li at this time. In the early 1950s, domestic hospitals used this thing during the Goryeo War, and they had to approve the director.

Comrade Li is not stupid. Those who die without Penicillin are all his loyal soldiers. This is equivalent to exchanging the lives of loyal soldiers in his eyes for those social scumbags. He would like this kind of business.

As for the Soviets...

Stalin is also a smart person, and such a trading channel is also a good thing for him. If he wants to obtain something that cannot be obtained directly, he can completely let Comrade Li do a secret exchange.

Can't the enemy do business with each other?

When needed, even the enemy can do business.

Not only can you exchange medicines, but you can see what's going on next year, you can give them some arms. As for Comrade Stalin's progress, it may be difficult to imitate RPG7 in 1950. Of course, even if it is imitated, he may not necessarily give it to Comrade Li. It doesn't matter, you can pull a boat for him in 1949. In 1949, the Americans were still flirting with Comrade Li, and in 1949, the British were still thinking about selling warships for him. It's no big deal to sell some arms secretly in the Ming Dynasty. Head Yang is not a god. Who knows that you will be together in the blink of an eye?

There is also the 107 rocket launcher, which is very simple. I guess Comrade Li can almost imitate it even if he imitates it. Among the mountains and ridges of Northern Goryeo, this kind of small rocket launcher will definitely be like a fish in water. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!