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Text Chapter 543: Where is the next granary?

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    After spending two days in Patna, he did not simply and rudely sweep away the large amounts of grain stored in his private pockets, but secretly exchanged them with the medicine in his hand; after a secret meeting, the two were  The grain merchant who had rewarded him with the medicine had already started taking action with twenty burning knives when he arrived in Patna late at night.

    Two million U.S. dollars is not a large amount, but this life-saving medicine, which is priceless on the international black market, is quite popular in Patna as a deposit for purchasing food. Although Indians are optimistic, open-minded, and happy-go-lucky national characteristics, they are also very popular in Patna.  The fanatical pursuit of life cannot be stopped.

    The guarantee for each order was an official letter issued by the logistics department of the Indian Ministry of Defense. It was waved up and down in the hands of two grain merchants. As the amount of medicine decreased, grain warehouses piled with rice and wheat were exchanged.  right to use.

    A burning knife is equivalent to a deposit of 500,000 tons of grain, and the final settlement is based on the market price. It is still a burning knife medicine, and the shipping fee is additional. Less than three hours after the exciting news came out in Patna in the early morning, the two peripheral  Outside the intelligence agent's grain merchant's residence, cars of all sizes were already crowded; many of them had license plates from the garrison or government departments.

    In the complicated and redundant country on the Indian continent, such efficient activities are quite rare. In order to get a life-saving potion, no matter how happy the destiny is, people will inevitably have to fight hard.

    The monetary price paid on the surface is nothing in the eyes of the middle and upper class people, but the subsequent disasters, haha, that is a matter of the country, and it can be discussed by several families.  At most, it's just a small amount of money and taxes; let's not talk about the big topic of economy, but there seems to be no long-term vision in the field of food in India.

    Luo Er, who was hiding in the hotel for a short rest, and Zhang Zhuowen had a supper in a hurry, boarded a heavy jeep, and, accompanied by local police officers, headed straight to a prison in the suburbs.

    "Sir, the speed of your business is simply too fast," said Zhang Zhuowen, who was leaning on the front seat.  Although I am very confused about Luo Er's life-defying running around.  But he was just puzzled. After several years of traveling back and forth between various places, and changing locations for hundreds of kilometers in a day, he had become accustomed to this kind of quick and easy journey.

    certainly.  Not only him.  Expatriate officers and soldiers in the Security Department.  Even the tribal leaders who command the militia have long been used to it.

    He spoke in Chinese, but the police officer driving next to him couldn't understand.  But the teasing tone in his words still made this thin and lean guy smile; there was nothing he could do about it, he couldn't be offended by such a customer who had been repeatedly told by his superiors to serve him well.

    Relatively speaking, among the Indian government departments, the most efficient one is the logistics department under the Ministry of National Defense. Just as Luo Er settled the food purchase in Patna, on the way to New Delhi, a group of army green convoys  , slowly drove out of the grain depot on the outskirts of Patna, followed the north road, and headed for the Neel border.

    There, a widened road passes diagonally through the eastern plateau of the small country of Neal and is advancing towards the Kodari Pass.

    Although Luo Er's method of delivering food saves time and effort, it is too difficult for him to travel at an altitude of five or six thousand meters above sea level for more than ten minutes in the wind. Luo Er is still happy to watch Major General Dilip's subsequent dispatching actions.  Arrived.

    As for how Major General Dilip used the medicine for this purpose, Luo Er did not ask. If a medicine cannot achieve the effect of 200,000 US dollars or more, then Major General Dilip is not worthy of his attention.  How many potions Major General Dilip can take depends on how strong his ability is.

    What he wants is only the result, and the process is left to Major General Dilip.  What Luo Er is worried about now is that there is still no movement in the northern continent of Kodali Pass.

    ¡°If he hadn¡¯t been afraid of arousing the wrath of the mainland, under Zhang Zhuowen¡¯s instigation, he would have made a plan to drive heavy machinery up to build the road.

    In less than half a month, when continuous piles of grain were piled up in the two valleys on the south side of the Kodali Pass, the price of grain in India's domestic market began to rise significantly, which also triggered an international crisis.  Food price fluctuations.

    Fortunately, as long as the price of onions in India is stable, the people in India who have food to survive do not care about the price of food in the market.  Luo Er did not touch the cereals that Indians generally eat, namely various beans and the like.  Rice and wheat, like those eaten in India, are the targets of his attack.

    As for the fact that there is no food in many places in India, it is actually common for low-caste people to starve to death. It is closed and feudal, and no one may know that people starve to death for several years, and Luo Er does not know.

    The neighboring countries that have traditional trade with India have seen their food prices rise in response. India, which has almost closed its external food trade channels, has even begun to import food, which for a time made the Soviet Union far in the north very angry.

    ?Not only the United States has accepted orders for Indian grain imports in a short period of time, but bulk cargo ships at various ports under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Security have also begun to depart for Balasore Port on the Bay of Bengal.  There is an existing rail transportation network from Balasore port to Patna.

    On January 31 this year, the United States only launched an 18-pound "Explorer 1" into space, but one of the experimental photography satellites launched subsequently is slowly moving in orbit.

    Over the Indian Ocean, due to a calculation error, the satellite barely passed through the atmosphere, shined like a wave for a moment, and crashed into the Indian Ocean.

    New Delhi, after Luo Er slept comfortably for a night in an ordinary hotel north of Ramlila Square, Major General Dilip accompanied him in the small hotel conference room, together with a group of high-level government officials, in a warm atmosphere.  In a friendly atmosphere, both parties had friendly exchanges.

    The key bosses of the two major ruling and opposition parties signed a secret friendship contract with Akkineninagarjuna, who represented the intelligence station of the Ministry of Security, under the witness of Luo Er. They also had a considerable understanding of the commander's food needs and guaranteed a certain amount of food.  Supply of quota.

    Luo Er was quite satisfied with the smooth expansion of the Indian intelligence station, but the information that came later forced him to rush to the Kodari Pass as soon as possible.  Take care of the matter at hand.

    "Xiao Zhang, the Security Department currently reserves nearly 500,000 tons of rice in Medan and Basilan. This is the limit. If we continue to buy grain like this, I will go bankrupt," Luo Er said in the bumpy transport plane.  He complained to Zhang Zhuowen; for food, he used his wife's private treasury in Japan. Mary would inevitably harass him when he returned.

    In the security department.  Lin Tao is in charge of military affairs.  Prime Minister Li is a civil servant, but he has not found any military think-tank around him, and has experienced bumpy roads along the way.  Sometimes Luo Er is confused and helpless.

    "Sir, you have tried your best. Besides, the 50 million US dollars handed over by the Indian intelligence station may be more next year. You are still far from bankruptcy." In the buzzing cabin, Zhang Zhuowen next to Luo Er  , comforted the officer, and secretly stretched out his hand to press the pocket on his chest. The cash check from Fuji Bank stayed there safely.

    On the seats behind him, the special operations team members closed their eyes and fell asleep one by one. After processing the food at Kodali Pass, everyone and the commander were leaving India.

    Taking out a large-scale world map, Zhang Zhuowen spread it on his knees and stretched out his finger. "Sir, this is actually a good place. It is known as the granary of the Soviet Union. The grain output is no worse than that of India." As for the price, he didn't even mention it.  He looked like he was going to rob someone.

    With a sideways glance, Luo Er curled his lips and took out a cigar, lit it for himself, and blew out a smoke ring, completely ignoring the looking eyes of the sergeant in front of him.

    "Don't even think about it there. No matter how big the granary is, it's not ours. Water from afar can't quench our thirst nearby, not to mention that there's Outer Mongolia in the middle." Zhang Zhuowen could hear a hint of exhaustion in his indifferent words, and his face changed.  Zheng, "Commander, if we go to Mongolia, maybe we can do something,"

    "Those who have betrayed their ancestors are still wasting food while they are still alive. What we are short of right now is not just food," Zhang Zhuowen carefully put away the map, took out a cigar and lit it, tasting the taste carefully while saying with peace of mind.  Advising Luo Er.

    "It's a vast area with sparsely populated areas, and there are Soviet troops stationed there. It's difficult to handle." Thinking about the amount of food transported from the Kodali Pass, plus the food stored by the Security Department, Luo Er rejected Zhang Zhuowen's suggestion.

    It was time-consuming, labor-intensive and risky, so he didn¡¯t bother to run that far.  He didn't know where the next granary was, and he had no plans to search for it yet. Maybe it wouldn't be necessary, Luo Er thought luckily.

    On the south side of the Kodari Pass, on a temporary landing pad that has been slightly rested, is a gray-and-white striped Indian Air Force Mi-6 single-rotor heavy-lift transport helicopter with a tail rotor, nicknamed "Hook" by the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.  ), roaring down from the sky.

    Developed in 1954 and tested in 1957, the Mi-6 is currently the largest helicopter in the world. This helicopter can carry 41 stretchers and two medical staff, or can transport 65 passengers and their carry-on cargo and luggage. India  Relying on its close channels with the Soviet Union, the Air Force managed to import three of them, and Luo Er directly transferred one to New Delhi.

    What attracted Luo Er to this aircraft was that it had a clamshell door and hydraulic folding pedals at the rear of the fuselage, making it easy to load and unload heavy military equipment such as vehicles and artillery, as well as carry 1,000 kilograms and 2,000 kilograms.  The speed record of flying a 1,000-kilometer route with a load of 330.377 kilometers per hour; the record of flying a 1,000-kilometer closed route with an average speed of 284.354 kilometers per hour while carrying a 5,000-kilogram payload.

    From the temporary grain depot to the scheduled airdrop location on the north side of the mountain pass, there are two hundred kilometers of mountain road, and the Mi-6¡¯s plateau adaptability, can fully cope with frequent round-trip tasks.

    After handing over the formalities with the Indian border troops guarding the grain depot in the valley, and then sending away the people who were building roads, it was already sunset and dinner time, and the sky was filled with glow; Zhou Guangdao led people to patrol the perimeter, the Japanese pilots maintained the aircraft, and Luo Er led the  Zhang Zhuowen was sitting on the grass beside the mountain road, inspecting the brand-new Soviet-made heavy bulldozers, road rollers, and light military trucks.

    These bulldozers were the result of his dissatisfaction with the speed of road construction by those in the north. They were donated mechanical supplies to the Indian military's engineering corps, and they are quite good for use.

    "Tsk tsk, what a good thing. Polar bears are sometimes very generous. These guys are rare even in the security department." Wearing deerskin gloves, Zhang Zhuowen patted the cold steel machinery, looked around for a moment, and kept sighing.  , only Luo Er looked very depressed.

    He had also seen the Soviet Union's support to the Northern Continent from the intelligence, but he had never heard of it as a free gift. Every needle and thread had to be exchanged for foreign currency. Compared with the situation in front of him, Luo Er vaguely realized  Something different.

    After making a circle and filling the medical box with food, Luo Er took Zhang Zhuowen and drove a light military truck to the temporary apron. The propeller of the aircraft started, the engine warmed up, and the roar echoed in the valley. Soon  Take off again.

    "Buzz," in less than forty minutes, in the rocky valley where Zheng Jun and the others were, the Mi-6 helicopter with its emblem erased hurried over along the snow-covered peaks according to the navigation map. The sun had already  Submerging behind the mountain peak, time is very tight.

    A shrill warning whistle sounded, and there was a commotion in a dozen tents on one side of the valley. Zheng Jun, who originally wanted to stay away from the airdrop site, hurriedly ran out of the tent and saw a huge helicopter overhead.  The controller whizzed past, and the white helmet of the pilot in the plane was clearly visible.

    "Hey, why did it change to a helicopter?" Zheng Jun, who was about to climb to a higher place, saw the two political department cadres from the side, raised his binoculars, and couldn't help but slow down.

    The helicopter flew over the usual airdrop site and slowly lowered its altitude. At an altitude of fifty meters, it followed the valley and buzzed around the foot of a mountain. Less than fifteen minutes after it disappeared from everyone's sight, it changed direction and raised the helicopter.  He quickly jumped over the clouds and flew towards the south.

    "Quick, go and look at the foot of the mountain to see if there is anyone there," a cadre shouted, and a platoon of soldiers carrying weapons ran quickly along the muddy mountain road to the foot of the mountain a thousand meters away.

    The news came back, and the faces of the officers and soldiers who had been collecting food all day were all red. Bags of complete and heavy food were almost piled up on the hillside around the corner. The only thing that Zheng Jun regretted was that he did not see it.  That figure in anticipation.  (To be continued)
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