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Text Chapter 539: I would rather be a guard dog than an outsider.

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    As a member of a high-caste family, Colonel Dilip Prabhavalkar's noble temperament and unconcealable arrogance made him very jealous of Akkineni Nagarjuna. How could a Sikh occupy the position of deputy chief of the Indian intelligence station?  , and he, a nobleman with a distinguished family background, is actually a peripheral intelligence agent?

    With reluctance, Dilip Prabhavalkar went to the hotel room privately and cautiously asked Chief Luo his doubts. He also explained in detail the identities of himself and Akkineni Nagarjuna; in India, caste and birth status are the key to success.  He understood the basic conditions very well and deeply agreed with them.

    Naturally, Luo Er will not raise doubts about this damn caste system. This is his own historical problem and it will take a long time to solve. He doesn't have that much time to waste.

    "Colonel Dilip, as a soldier, I know your inner desire," Luo Er, wearing a white shirt and blue trousers, stood steadily in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, leisurely looking at the flow of people on the street below him, with a mellow cigar in his hand.  The smell wafts faintly in the living room.

    "I am also a soldier, or it may be worse than you. I was once a poor deserter. I had a family and I didn't dare to go back." In front of the colonel, who had no conflict of interest with him, Luo Er slightly revealed his heart.  of depression.

    "Sir, are you a deserter? This is absolutely impossible," Dilip Prabhavalkar spread his hands in surprise and stared with confusion. According to his idea, the commander is such a reliable and powerful officer, and he has a large number of fans in the Indian army.  tripod.  How could he be a shameful deserter?

    "Although it's a bit embarrassing, but," Luo Er waved his hands mockingly, turned to look at this officer who was more than ten years older than him, his soft eyes gradually turned cruel.  "Even if I am a deserter, I am from where I came from. No one can take away my identity as a soldier."

    Pointing to the north in the distance, Luo Er's face covered with scars quietly twisted, and he crushed the cigar in his hand.  Let the hot sparks hiss in the palm of your hand; the powder slowly scatters, leaving little ashes on the delicate cashmere floor.

    "Some of the brothers who have gone through life and death with me died on the battlefield, some were lucky enough to come home alive, and some are still with me. They look down on a brother who has no family in his heart. What do you think?" Luo Er  Dilip Prabhavalkar was unable to answer the questions he asked himself.

    In Colonel Dilip¡¯s world view, family interests are always supreme, and the family¡¯s own interests are more important than life.  As for the brothers, the eldest brother he tortured to death had been buried in the rocks in the mountains a few years ago.

    "I have money now, even more than you can imagine, but I need the barrel of a gun to maintain it." Looking up, Luo Er took a deep breath and returned to his usual calmness. "My qualifications now are to do my best to keep an eye on my home.  Just try your best as much as you can,"

    The meaning of home in Chinese.  This Indian officer couldn't understand it at all, and Luo Er didn't bother to teach him.

    "Therefore, the Indian intelligence station must be put into operation as soon as possible, and the Indian special service team must also start to be established. The premise of everything is food," Luo Eryan said with an unconcealed evil intention, "For this reason, this land  I don¡¯t care at all how many people have disappeared online, do you understand?¡±

    Faced with the overbearing decision made by his superior, Colonel Dilip could only stand respectfully and accept the decision.

    Facing the subordinates he had just accepted, Luo Er also liked giving big sticks and rewards. He walked to a desk by the wall and opened a delicate cowhide box, which contained a row of crystal-clear potions neatly placed inside.  Colonel Dilip, who stayed where he was, took a peek, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and his heart was beating wildly.

    "There are three positions of deputy chief of the Indian intelligence station. I will leave one for you, but I can't see your achievements yet." Luo Er glanced at the ecstatic colonel. "The upper echelons of the Indian military, here you go.  It will be done in one week. If you don¡¯t have enough medicine, just come to me. Director Akkineni Nagarjuna is communicating with those politicians. His results have already produced results,"

    "Pa," Colonel Dilip stood up unconsciously and straightened his waist with a flushed face, "Sir, I promise to complete the mission,"

    Colonel Dilip left in a hurry with his suitcase. Luo Er came to the window and once again stared blankly at the bustling crowd at his feet. According to the intelligence from Taiwan, he left the group vigorously, which made him feel very disappointed. Before,  Although there were already speculations, the result still made him feel sad.

    How deeply Taiwan Island can be controlled by Wang Yue and others can be known by looking at the grain ships plying the strait. Perhaps, the mainland can take over the island without sending troops. The only difference is the timing.

    "Dali, you don't look down on me, I'm not made of clay, just wait and see," Luo Er said harshly in a low voice with his clenched fists creaking, and he was forced to leave.  Shi's eyes were filled with contempt, and he was extremely angry.

      With the cooperation of Director Akkineni Nagarjuna, Luo Er's black hand gradually stretched out longer and longer in this country with crisscrossed rivers. Twenty potions of burning knives were distributed without reservation every day; as for other potions, Luo Er carefully collected them.  Medicine kit.

    ¡°The Indian military¡¯s annual ration allocation plan has also partially stalled slowly amid the lengthy procedures of the Ministry of National Defense.

    Lucknow is a town 400 kilometers southeast of New Delhi. There is an Indian Army Infantry Regiment on the outskirts. In a room with a military map in the barracks, Luo Er is looking at the map and worrying. Surrounded by him, not only Zhang Wenzhuo  A group of confidants, as well as several Indian officers wearing turbans.

    The food has found a way, but how to transport it to the north is really a headache for Luo Er. The plains separated from the mainland by the Mount Everest Mountains, roads have become a big problem.

    The Indian military has begun the annual allocation of military rations to these four major grain-producing areas: the Ganges Plain, the Deccan Plateau, the coastal plains of the Peninsula, and the Indus Plain. However, trains loaded with grains all arrive in Lucknow invariably.  The surrounding area is concentrated. As for other directions, let¡¯s wait for now.

    The five major national grain depots between Lucknow and New Delhi.  Already full, millions of tons of newly harvested rice and wheat were stacked in the open air to form hills.

    "Sir, look here," said an Indian army officer standing next to Luo Er.  Pointing at the map carefully, he moved his fingertips slightly to the east. "Lucknow is less than 500 kilometers from Kathmandu. The road conditions are not bad. The most important thing is that there is a Kodali Pass there, and there are mountain roads that can reach the mainland of Tibet."  South Nyalam County.¡±

    "This is also the most convenient way, unless," the officer with a slightly excited face pointed to the Sikkim state further east, "it passes through the border of Bhutan and goes through Nagaland to northern Myanmar. You can reach the mainland of Yunnan.  The road conditions are much better, but the journey is too long." His words made Luo Er, who was sitting on the camping chair, frown into a knot.

    "Hey, actually, Neil, Bhutan, and Myanmar were all small countries affiliated with the mainland in the past. They have become elites one by one. They dare to establish a country on a land the size of a sesame seed. It's very arrogant." Jiu didn't say anything.  Zhang Zhuowen pulled the copper button on his collar and said something out of the blue.

    Now everyone is wearing the woolen uniforms of Indian army officers, which makes Zhang Zhuowen, who is used to wearing summer clothes, very uncomfortable.  If Chief Luo hadn't rubbed dirt in his eyes, he wouldn't have worn this kind of stand-up collar uniform.

    However, what he said was too shocking. For the sake of a food road, three countries would be destroyed.  Even Luo Er didn't dare to make such a big move. After all, he couldn't understand the attitude of the mainland at all.

    "The situation in these two small countries is not very stable. Dispatching an infantry regiment is enough to find a convenient passage." Pointing to the map, he did not echo Zhang Zhuowen's sarcasm. The Indian officer perfectly maintained the reserve left by his British colonial masters.  , at least Luo Er admired it very much in terms of instrumentation.

    Regarding Myanmar, everyone has ignored it. Luo Er will not touch the territory that has no relationship with the mainland at all. Only Zhang Zhuowen, who has his eyes high, can speak unscrupulously.

    Seeing that it was almost the end of the year, Luo Er could only find the nearest passage, so he no longer hesitated, "How many troops does Neil have, and what's the population?" In order to open up a road for transporting grain, he didn't mind allowing the mainland's borders to be slightly expanded.  dozens of kilometers.

    Taking the information handed over by his comrades in the Indian army, Zhang Zhuowen consciously resumed his role as adjutant, "The total population is less than 200,000, the armed infantry and local militia are over 10,000, and there is no heavy equipment."

    "Well, it's not bad." Luo Er nodded lightly and looked at Zhang Zhuowen with hatred, "Xiao Zhang, you, why do you use violence if anything can be negotiated? Officers are not martial artists.  Dongdong has a good mind in everything, really,"

    For this small country whose currency even copies the rupee and whose economy relies heavily on India, Luo Er believes that Colonel Dilip, oh no, Major General Dilip, the Deputy Director of Logistics of the Ministry of National Defense who was just promoted the day before yesterday, will handle it properly.

    Twelve days after Luo Er arrived in India, Major General Dilip went to Kathmandu in person and signed a goodwill and friendship agreement with the Neil royal family. Luo Er, as the representative of the beneficiary, signed the agreement with his name and signature in Chinese characters with satisfaction.

    Encouraged by the beautiful swords and the exchange of labor for this year's "protection fee", the Neil royal family quickly issued a conscription order for the poor people under its jurisdiction. A large number of Neil people who brought their own tools,  With the cooperation of the Indian Army engineers at the border, the simple mountain road from the border to the Kodari Pass has begun to be repaired. At the very least, it will be widened into a two-lane gravel road.

    However, Luo Er was impatient with waiting, so he got on the helicopter and flew to the nearest grain depot in the suburbs.

    Before setting off, Zhang Zhuowen asked his superiors in confusion, "There are transportation difficulties in southern Tibet. Why are we transporting grain?"??Over there, wouldn't it be better to transport it to Yunnan?  "

    "In terms of convenience, I might as well recruit cargo ships through the military and transport the food directly to Fangcheng Port. We don't necessarily have to kick this stumbling block away," Luo Er smiled and patted the adjutant on the shoulder.  The large grain-producing areas were left to the mainland for infiltration processing, and the roads were exactly what he left behind.

    "It's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. Luo Er is very clear about this."

    A military-green Indian Army helicopter roared across the sky. After driving for half an hour, it slowly stopped outside the gate of a grain depot.

    On the document stamped with the seal of the Ministry of National Defense, ten arrogant army officers and soldiers asked the Indian Army second lieutenant guarding the reservoir area to quickly contact his superiors by phone. He respectfully handed over the procedures to Zhou Guangdao and took a group of soldiers on board.  The car leaves.

    A guard was placed at the door, and Luo Er and his party entered the military reserve area. At a glance, they could not see the ten-meter-high grain stacks on the side, tightly wrapped under rainproof tarpaulins, and warehouses filled with large bags of rice.  , which only made Luo Er secretly call him lucky.
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