Colonel Freeman's death was basically destined to be the result of the Battle of Tepingli. Although Lieutenant Colonel Monkra, who was commanding him, tried his best to block the Volunteer attack, he still couldn't wait until the sun rose the next day.↑,.

Of course, he did not die in battle, but became a prisoner of the volunteer army.

He brought two thousand US troops and five hundred Gallic soldiers.

At this point, not only did the Battle of Tipingli end, but the long-planned counterattack of the US military also ended. Not only did Li Qiwei not make any progress, he even lost more than 10,000 US troops and 30,000 Goryeo. What is most embarrassing is that his joint army lacked a name, and the entire Gallic army was wiped out. They only had Lieutenant Colonel Monkra on the battlefield of Goryeo.

Fortunately, the failure of the Battle of Tipingli is no longer so dazzling. After all, two regiment-level combat troops had been wiped out before this. Besides, compared with the losses of the First Army Division, this loss is not too much. In short, the situation of the battle has once again returned to a stalemate. The coalition continued to study how to break through the defense line of the Volunteer Army, while the Volunteer Army was desperately reserved ammunition. The reason why they did not continue to attack after the Battle of Tipingli was actually very simple.

The ammunition is exhausted.

Under the bombardment of US fighter jets, it was almost impossible for them to ensure the continuous consumption of hundreds of thousands of troops from hundreds of kilometers away. Even the senior executives of the Volunteer Army realized that they had gone a little far, and their current position was a bit beyond their capabilities. Their logistics supply capacity was not enough to support their continued attack in South Goryeo.

"What are they going to exchange for the truck this time?"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

Chen Jiageng's rubber plantation truck consumes too much. Five thousand trucks in such a short time are not enough, and he still has to buy 10,000. The last time he bought Chinese medicinal materials and tungsten sand, but this time he has to change the variety, because there are enough Chinese medicinal materials in Yang Feng's warehouse, and it is estimated that Huayao Group will not be able to use them for three to five years.

It is not easy to store this thing in Southeast Asia.

"Old Chen said whether we can borrow their medicinal materials even if we want them, there will be not much in a short period of time. After all, this thing is not something that can be easily held by tree leaves. Whether it is digging ginseng in Changbai Mountain or picking wormwood on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it takes enough time. It is said that if they want to get these medicinal materials, provincial leaders have to approve them. What they mean is to borrow a sum first, and then slowly use medicinal materials or tungsten sand to pay it back."

Hu said with a funny look.

"No need to be so troublesome. I'll find them a way to make money. There is a rare earth mine in Bailing Temple. We are short of this thing now. If they allow us to send people to help build a factory. Then supply us regularly every year, these 10,000 trucks will be considered my prepaid rare earth payment."

Yang Feng said.

Daming was engaged in the electronics industry, and other things, Guangcai TVs were almost monopolized, including American families. Now most color TVs are imported from the Ming Dynasty or produced by Yang Feng’s European and American companies, but these must be supported by rare earths. He has already built a rare earth mine in California and Australia, but the cost is relatively high due to tax and labor issues. If he is opening up a channel from Comrade Li, it can not only meet the increasingly tight supply, but also reduce the price. By the way, he also gives Comrade Li some of what he needs.

Of course Comrade Li would not refuse such a good thing. Rare earths in his place were useless for the time being, so he quickly agreed. Just as 10,000 trucks were quietly driving to Xinhua along the northern Myanmar highway, a large number of engineers from Huaxia Mining also set off north and went to Baiyun Obo to open a rare earth mine.

Anyway, most of this thing was thrown out as a bargain price in the end, so it wasn't as cheap as it is now.

Shohara, a small town in the northern part of Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan.

"What did you say"

The Kimura police officer from the police station looked at a farmer in shock.

"It's true, I suspect they are the rioters."

The farmer said mysteriously.

Because this town is relatively remote and has no decent factories, it has not been patronized by Soviet bombers. There are many more people who flee from big cities. After all, life in the countryside is still good, especially in such mountain towns, where you can also eat some meat through hunting. At this time, unemployed workers are everywhere in Japan, and food prices soar. Some people who are unable to eat in the city are. When MacArthur is here, he can save some money from the gap between the US military. After Lao Mai got out, Li Qiwei was overwhelmed by the battlefield in Goryeo. How could he have time to care whether the Japanese are hungry?

So in order to have enough food, Japan is setting off a wave of urban residents returning home.

The farmer came to report secretly that a group of people who rented a house near their house not long ago were mysterious and often gathered together for meetings. He could vaguely hear the words of uprising.

“You did it right”

Kimura patted the farmer on the shoulder, but in the latter's expectant gaze, he did not give any reward, but took off his gun directly from the wall.

He had to go and see it first. This is not a trivial matter. If he made a mistake, he would lose this precious job. In fact, because the social labor guerrillas in Hokkaido appeared, there are often similar rumors about the soldiers everywhere, so it would be better to go and see it in person.

The two rode a small moped car together and quickly arrived where the farmer said. The farmer got out of the car and left. After Kimura came forward alone and knocked on the door, a tall young man came out from inside. He looked at the officer Kimura with a vigilant look. Kimura showed his identity and found an excuse casually. Then he walked into the courtyard with him, and then a middle-aged man came out.

"Police officer, I am former Army Osho Tono. I just returned from Nanyang. Because my family was killed in the bombing and I had no choice but to go to the countryside. These are all my previous subordinates, and I am the same as me. Everyone takes care of each other."

The middle-aged man smiled and introduced him and more than a dozen men living here, and he also gave his retirement certificate, and others also gave him retirement certificates.

Kimura quickly stood attentively, bowed respectfully and returned the ID to him and said, "Your Excellency, I am so rude. I am just a routine inspection. After all, the responsibility is in place."

"Understand, very understanding"

Colonel Fujino bowed and took the ID and said.

"Can I go in and take a look?"

Kimura said.

"sure."

Fujino said with a smile.

Kimura didn't think too much about it. He also did not doubt the true identity of these people. In recent years, a large number of soldiers who surrendered in various places returned home. Because the economy was on the verge of collapse, most of them had no choice but to rely on a little pitiful retirement money to make a living. Life was quite difficult and he spent a lot in the city. His original colleagues gathered together and found a place to live in the countryside.

But these people are indeed dangerous elements, which does not mean that they will not become unrest parties.

"Funo Jun, you have worked so hard, but life will be better after all, bastard, what do you want to do?"

Kimura, who pushed open the door, suddenly screamed and subconsciously pulled out his gun. But at the same time, his neck became cold, and then a fishy and hot thing choked into his throat, and he couldn't say anything. He snorted in his mouth and struggled in vain for a few times, but soon the darkness in front of him completely lost consciousness.

Fujino-kun raised his leg and kicked his body down, rubbed the knife on him, and then said with a serious expression: "You can't wait any longer. I'll inform the other places immediately and come here to collect the weapons and start tonight."

In front of him, several people who were assembling and disassembling the weapons transported here immediately nodded, and then the others quickly rode their bicycles out and quickly disappeared on the mountain roads. The informant farmer saw this scene in his hiding place, and then looked at the moped truck that was being pushed inside. He seemed to understand something. He hesitated there for a while and immediately ran towards the head office.

Fujino didn't know this. After kicking Kimura's body aside casually, he continued to assemble those weapons with the remaining people.

The farmer took a while to finally find the headmaster and reported the whole incident to him. The headmaster, who was startled, quickly notified the county governor by phone. Soon hundreds of police officers transferred from the county police department arrived in a car. At the same time, the rebels who received the notice rushed to the yard of Fujino and others one after another.

Except for Fujino and his subordinates who are members of His Majesty the King's Guard, the other people who launched this uprising were the Social Labor Party. As for His Majesty the King himself, he was still on Jeju Island at this time.

"Quickly, the police are here. It's from Hiroshima, and there are hundreds of people."

Just as the rebels were distributing weapons, a whistleblower shouted in a hurry.

The Social Labor Party was panicked and looked at each other at a loss. Most of them were passionate young people. Many of them had just graduated from high school and had not changed their roles at all. When they encountered such unexpected situations, they immediately showed their true qualities.

"Idiot, what are you holding?"

Fujino shouted sternly.

Yes, why are we panic? We have guns, what are we afraid of

The soldiers of the rebel army looked at each other again, and then couldn't help laughing. At this time, a large number of policemen outside had got out of the car and began to surround the courtyard. One of them rushed to the front of the door with 38 rifles. The two people in the front suddenly raised their feet and kicked the door hard. They were so serious that they were about to rush inside, and then they screamed and turned around without hesitation and ran back. Before the people behind them could react, they immediately collided.

"Bad bastards, you guys"

The police chief, who was in charge, roared angrily, waving his pistol.

His roar was not over yet, and a storm-like bullet suddenly shot out from the door. To be continued.
Chapter completed!