Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2025, I Hate Nouveau Riche

Chapter 2025, I Hate Nouveau Riche...

"Suddenly..."

Zhang Yong drove his motorcycle, bumping along in the open field.

The training ground chosen by the British had a complex terrain with various landforms.

Most of it is hilly or semi-desert. Water resources are scarce, and it is quite far from the Ganges River.

In early August, the weather was extremely hot.

There are no warhorses here. Because they can't adapt to it.

Judging from the location of the exercise site, it can be basically concluded that the British intend to take action in North Africa.

The target of their attack was not the Germans, but the French.

Yes, you read that right. It was the French. The British wanted to seize the French colonies in North Africa.

Previously, that area in North Africa was mostly French territory.

Only Egypt and Tunisia are exceptions.

Now, the British want more control. They want complete control of the Mediterranean.

"Suddenly..."

Motorcycles raced across the training ground.

There's absolutely no need to worry about encountering enemies or allies.

Within a ten-kilometer radius, the radar map displays everything clearly.

This includes those dedicated observers.

They were all curiously peering at Zhang Yong through binoculars.

With just a dozen or so people and five three-wheeled motorcycles, how dare they run around the training ground?
"Who is that guy?"

"I don't know. He wasn't wearing a military uniform."

"The uniforms of the men behind him look like they're Chinese..."

The observers whispered among themselves.

Zhang Yong overheard some of it.

Completely ignored.

The training ground was large enough for him to jump around in.

In fact, there were no troops participating in the exercise in a large area around the site.

Now, the Nationalist Army has only two units left, both of which are outside the radar map display range.

The organization of the exercise was very complex.

There are many division-level units. There are also many brigade-level and regimental-level units.

Of course, it's impossible to bring up an entire division. They used several hundred men instead.

Each unit has its own code name. Different code names indicate different troop strengths. The largest unit has three thousand men, while the smallest has three hundred.

After the "battle breaks out", the director's department will make a comprehensive judgment on who will win or lose.

It's a bit like armchair theorizing.

That's how exercises are done.

After all, it wasn't live ammunition.

"Suddenly..."

It continued speeding along. The wheels kicked up a lot of dust.

The air force map indicates the appearance of an aircraft icon. It likely belongs to the Red team.

But it's okay. Change direction and get away from the enemy aircraft.

Keep speeding along. Free and unrestrained.

It's just that my buttocks feel uncomfortable from all the bumps and jostling.

Finally, the radar map showed it. It displayed the flag of the Republic of China (Taiwan).

Approaching. They discovered it was a unit of the 18th Army.

So they met up.

"Commissioner!"

Several high-ranking military officers hurriedly came forward to welcome them.

Zhang Yong looked around but didn't see Yang Botao. He guessed that Yang Botao hadn't found his troops yet.

Haha, Huang Wei is an amateur. This Yang Botao is an amateur too.

I've already found your unit. You haven't found yours yet.

"Where is your Brigade Commander Yang?"

"Reporting to the Commissioner, he has gone back to report the situation to Commander Qian."

"Not back yet?"

"No."

"Then we don't need to wait for him. Proceed to area D5-28 immediately."

"Yes!"

If we're going to fight, we need to be quick.

In Zhang Yong's mind, the concept of a red-blue team versus a blue team is nonexistent.

If we're going to fight, it'll be one against seventeen. A one-man showdown with the whole world.

Apart from the henchmen who helped him, everyone else was an enemy.

Moreover, they are in the same camp as India.

attack!

Take out the exercise map.

Locate the target area.

There are enemies in that area. There are Australian flag markings. This indicates it's Australian troops.

There are also multiple radio station signs. Could it be a command post?
coming.

Find a nearby communication point.

Contact the exercise command. Request artillery fire coverage again.

The previous five attempts have been used up. The remaining attempts require points. Each attempt costs 500 points.

"approve."

"Thank you!"

The exercise command quickly agreed.

So they waited silently.

five minutes……

ten minutes……

Finally, the notification was received.

The Australian 2nd Division's divisional command withdrew from the battle.

The National Army's points have increased by another 500.

Zhang Yong: ...

An unexpected surprise.

Really.

I didn't expect it to be a division-level command post.

It seems that judging the target level based on the number of radio stations is simple and efficient.

Compared to the Nationalist Army, the Commonwealth Army was better equipped with radios, which were basically deployed down to the company level.

Some commando teams, numbering only a few dozen people, were also equipped with radios.

The old empire was indeed an old empire.

Industrial foundation and technological strength were far superior to those of the Japanese invaders.

Like the United States, they quickly equipped even companies and platoons with walkie-talkies.

This is what a truly powerful nation is.

"Commissioner, you're amazing!"

"Yes! They wiped out the enemy's division headquarters in one fell swoop!"

"The enemy is now leaderless."

The officers were all very excited.

With the arrival of the Commissioner, we have someone to rely on.

Countless facts have proven that as long as you follow the Commissioner, you will never be defeated.

Who cares what kind of enemy he is?

They'll all just get beaten up.

"calm."

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Actually, I cheated.

In addition to system cheats, there are also cheats for the exercise rules.

The rules of the exercise stipulate that artillery fire coverage is applied equally to both sides, meaning a balance of firepower between the opposing forces.

By default, the artillery equipment of each unit is roughly the same.

However, the real battlefield is not like that.

If this were a real battlefield, many of the rules would be impractical.

For example, artillery fire coverage. The Nationalist army's artillery control was certainly inferior to that of the Commonwealth armies.

The gap in overall level cannot be bridged in a short period of time.

Unless Zhang Yong was present.

Zhang Yong was able to guide artillery fire to accurately attack targets.

Once Zhang Yong is not present, the National Revolutionary Army's fighting capacity may be reduced to its original state.

"keep going!"

"Yes."

Zhang Yong continued to lead his troops in various battles.

He rode his motorcycle. Everyone else walked. They were moving very slowly.

The weather was extremely hot, and the marching speed was less than three kilometers per hour. It was slower than a normal person walking.

That's just how it is in this scorching heat. You need to drink tons of water.

Fortunately, the directing department had prepared clean water.

Shifting the battleground.

Target identified.

There are quite a few radio station markers.

Continue to use points to request shelling.

"report!"

"The command headquarters reports that the Australian 7th Division command has withdrawn from the battle."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yong's eyes flickered.

Another division-level command post wiped out?

And it seems they're all Australian troops?

Haha, I reckon I'll definitely be targeted by the Australian military after the exercise ends.

But it doesn't matter.

Target them if you will.

Whom have I ever been afraid of?

"report!"

"Commissioner, the command headquarters reports that we have been granted an airstrike because our army destroyed more than three division-level command posts."

"The airstrike can cover nine areas. Square coverage."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

Are there still such rules?

Very good!
One airstrike covered nine areas.

That is to say, it can cover a maximum of nine units, if any.

However, the radar map is not currently displayed.

You need to find it yourself.

"understood."

"You remain where you are!"

Zhang Yong immediately rode off on his motorcycle, speeding around everywhere.

Search for the densest enemy concentration. And they actually found it. Nine areas, five of which contained Red Team units.

However, there is also a Blue Team unit within it. It's unclear who exactly it is.

Anyway, it wasn't the Nationalist army itself. It doesn't matter.

Request an airstrike immediately.

Report the core coordinates.

Then wait patiently.

ten minutes……

twenty minutes……

The director's announcement has finally arrived.

"report!"

"Commander, the command headquarters reports that the Australian 4th, 6th, and 11th Divisions have suffered heavy losses, and two division-level command units have withdrawn from the battle."

"Three Australian regimental-level units have withdrawn from the battle."

"However, our request for an airstrike also resulted in heavy casualties for our Indian 1st Division. 200 points will be deducted."

Fortunately.

The Indian Army's 1st Division was the one that was mistakenly hit.

Zhang Yong was actually somewhat dissatisfied with the report, because the Indian 1st Division was already wiped out.

It was already surrounded by three Australian divisions, and it was clearly impossible for it to break out.

With the Indian army's level of capability, they have no chance of escaping.

Requesting an airstrike is essentially giving the enemy a dignified death.

Of course, rules are rules after all.

Let them deduct it if they want. Anyway, my points aren't at the bottom anymore.

A single air raid severely damaged three Australian divisions.

Given the previous heavy losses, the Australian team will probably want to have a private talk with me when they get back.

Hehe. Bring it on.

Continue the attack.

Continue to request artillery coverage.

You can redeem your points twice. Why not take advantage of it?

Unfortunately, both artillery barrages targeted ordinary enemy troops, specifically regimental-level units.

Only 200 points will be added.

This means that from now on, there will be no artillery cover.

But it doesn't matter, we've already joined up with Sun Ce's First Army.

After the two units joined forces, they were divided into two regimental-level units at the directorate, with a total strength of four thousand men.

They then surrounded the nearest target, only to discover it was a South African force.

Zhang Yong hadn't paid much attention to it at first. But then the radar map showed that there was a gold marker over there.

Hey, this is something I have to talk about.

The enemy is actually bringing gold to the battlefield? Is it a watch inlaid with gold?

The answer is no.

Because the system doesn't display information randomly.

If it's just a simple gold tooth implant, it won't be displayed.

It must be pure gold. It must be portable. It must be something you can take with you. Who would carry gold into battle?

Oh, South Africa...

The Land of Gold...

But did they bring gold with them when they went to war?
That's so extravagant...

Later, I applied to go to the Germans' side, wipe them all out, and steal all their gold.

Launch the attack. Then request the directing department to make a judgment.

"report!"

Ultimately, the command headquarters replied, concluding that the South African forces had been completely annihilated. The Nationalist army itself suffered a loss of 500 men.

This judgment was perfectly acceptable. No one raised any objections.

The South African troops deemed "killed in action" had their armbands removed on the spot before leaving the exercise area.

But before leaving, a colonel ran towards the Nationalist troops and communicated with them, using both shouts and hand gestures.

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

This colonel has a gold insignia on his uniform.

He was carrying gold. No one else did.

What are you doing here now?
Are you giving yourself gold?

Then it would be impolite to refuse.

Soon, a Nationalist Army officer ran over and opened his palm to Zhang Yong.

Inside was a golden bean.

"Report! Commissioner, that South African officer insists on seeing you. Give us back this."

"Please invite him over!"

Zhang Yong nodded. He thought to himself, "Wow, they're really generous!"
He just threw out a gold bean. It looked like it weighed two or three grams. That's incredibly extravagant.

Zhang Yong always treated such wealthy people with exceptionally attentive service.

South Africa, that's the land of gold. They say it's everywhere...

Perhaps, the other party is carrying even more gold...

Soon, the colonel approached Zhang Yong. He had somewhat dark skin, but was generally white.

He was carrying a British officer's backpack and had a West revolver tucked into his waistband.

The gun was new. The backpack was new too. The person seemed new as well.

I guess it's some young master from a powerful family who came here to gain experience.

Such a large water fish...

No. It's because he's a young master that we must serve him well.

The future tycoon...

"Mr. Commissioner, my name is Cardozo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello, Colonel Cardoso."

"Sir Commissioner, this is a small gift for us. I hope you won't find it offensive..."

Cardoso is very good at it.

Quickly take the backpack off. Then start fiddling with things inside.

Take out a large gold brick...

Take out a large gold ingot...

Take out a long gold bar...

Zhang Yong: !!!
His eyes were shining.

That person is such a spendthrift!
They went to the battlefield carrying so much gold. I've never seen anything like it before.

Conservative estimates suggest that these pieces of gold weigh over ten kilograms in total.

Wow, so your backpack is full of gold!

My eyes are practically purple with envy...

"This……"

"It's just a small token of my appreciation."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yong then put the gold away.

Why be so polite? What if they take it back?
The other party offers a generous gift voluntarily, perhaps because they want something in return. One feels at ease as long as they fulfill the other party's request.

"Colonel Cardoso, do you need any help?"

"Mr. Commissioner, I'd like to be your friend."

"make friends?"

"Yes. You're amazing. I know all your achievements. You utterly crushed us. I think we have to be friends with you."

"no problem."

"Come, let us swear an oath of blood!"

"what?"

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

No. Just making friends.

Is such a grand ceremony as a blood oath really necessary? Are you mistaken?
In China, there's only the spirit of brotherhood...

No, it's stabbing your brother in the back...

That's not right either. A blood oath is only required when sworn brothers become brothers.

Hesitated slightly.

"Sir Commissioner, is the gold I gave not enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough."

“Let’s begin! I don’t have many friends. You’re the only one here.”

"I am honored..."

Zhang Yong gave a dry, curt reply. Actually, he was a little afraid of pain.

But for the sake of gold, let's just bear with it.

Take out a sharp dagger.

Close your eyes, and you'll get a cut.

Fortunately.

Fresh blood dripped into the clear water.

"it is good!"

Cardoso followed Ga himself.

Soon, their blood dripped into the clear water.

Reach out and stir to mix.

Then we each took half. We just drank it all.

Zhang Yong: ...

I feel like I've been scammed.

But for the sake of gold...

"Zhang, if you need gold in the future, just ask."

"Uh……"

Zhang Yong thought to himself, "I'll ask for 500 tons first."

The requirements aren't high. Just 500 tons. Really. I'll use a cargo ship to haul it. Besides gold, I'll also haul silver...

He reached out and took out a Colt M1911 large-caliber pistol.

This would be a nice return gift.

To his surprise, the other party waved his hand and said, "I have plenty of these kinds of guns at home..."

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn, is this guy out of his mind?

I'm giving this to you as a gift. Why are you so disgusted by it?
Damn it, the other party is a nouveau riche...

What weapon can't a nouveau riche buy if he has money?

Are we going to give them a 107mm rocket launcher? We definitely can't buy that.

"Zhang, I've heard you have extraordinary abilities..."

"Nothing."

"Could you get me some cargo ships?"

"You want a cargo ship too?"

"Correct!"

"What are you coming here for?"

"Of course, it's shipping! Ocean shipping is so popular right now."

"Sure. How many do you need?"

Five ships. Do you have any? Ten would be best.

"When do you want it?"

"The sooner the better."

"Then send someone to Taoging Bay Port!"

"Thank you!"

Cardoso was overjoyed.

Sure enough, the information I bought at great expense was extremely useful.

This Zhang Yong really does own cargo ships.

My family is going to prosper. Maritime transport is incredibly lucrative.

Right now, the most pressing need is for cargo ships. They've all been ordered by the British. The shipyards in the United States are simply overwhelmed with work.

Orders placed under the name of South Africa would be booked until after 1943.

It could be canceled at any time.

Because we need to make way for the troops.

"You're welcome. It's the market price. You have to pay."

"Of course. We'll give you gold."

"Uh……"

Zhang Yong obediently shut up.

Damn. A nouveau riche. All he talks about is gold.

Really satisfied.

When will it be my turn, Zhang Yong, to say such a thing?

Right now, I'd love for someone to curse me out: "Zhang Yong, what else do you have besides money? So what if you have a few stinking bucks?"
ah ah ah...

I hate these nouveau riche...

"Zhang, are there any more? Many people need cargo ships."

"Who?"

"Many of my friends."

"How much do you need?"

"A hundred ships, hundreds of ships..."

"so many?"

Zhang Yong pretended to be very surprised.

I'm not surprised at all. Because in the coming period, we will really need a lot of cargo ships.

There are numerous cargo ships operating in all the world's oceans and waters, including the Arctic Ocean.

Transporting troops...

Transporting supplies...