The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

Seeing Cun Xinghui's silent expression, Huang Zurong roughly guessed the reason for his worry and asked with a smile.

"Are you worried about weapons?"

"Yes." Cun Xinghui was somewhat surprised, but he didn't hesitate and admitted it directly. After all, these days, apart from the Central Army, which other miscellaneous army could say that they didn't lack weapons and equipment?

Even Huang Zurong's militia, he had observed, their weapons and equipment were not very good, all second-hand, obviously taken from the army under the guise of reporting losses.

"Ahem, I have an idea, I wonder if Uncle Cun would be interested." Huang Zurong chuckled, which made alarm bells ring in Cun Xinghui's mind, reminding him that he must not fall for this little fox's tricks.

"Oh? What are your thoughts? Tell me." Cun Xinghui didn't refuse, but instead pretended to be curious and asked.

"I know that the Cun family's guards don't have many weapons, especially artillery. They have almost none. Such a force can only bully bandits. If they were to face the Japanese army, they would be powerless to fight back. It would be a pipe dream for them to hold Tengchong," Huang Zurong bluntly exposed.

Upon hearing this, Cun Xinghui did not get angry, but nodded in agreement. After all, that was the truth. If the Japanese army were truly lax in its military preparedness, it would be impossible for them to occupy such a large area of ​​territory. And for his local guard, defeating the Japanese army would be a zero-sum game.

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Cun Xinghui asked again, patiently.

"Here's the thing, I have a channel that can get a batch of weapons, a considerable quantity," Huang Zurong coughed and lowered his voice.

Hearing this, Cun Xinghui became even more curious. Everyone knows that weapons and ammunition are expensive, and those who have access to such channels usually try their best to suppress the news and not allow others to get their hands on them. Why are they saying it so openly now?

There must be some kind of trap waiting for him here, so he didn't say anything, but just quietly looked at the other person, meaning, don't underestimate me just because I'm old.

"That's right, that batch of weapons is in the south," Huang Zurong said after thinking for a moment.

"South? Burma? British troops?" Since Cun Xinghui wasn't stupid, he naturally guessed it immediately.

Sure enough, Huang Zurong immediately gave a thumbs up. These old foxes were no simpletons.

"What are you up to, kid? Explain yourself." Cun Xinghui was even more curious, so he pressed on again.

"That's right, the Japanese army was going to attack Burma, and the British army there was somewhat pessimistic, so they planned to abandon the whole of Burma. Some officers in the army naturally couldn't give up this opportunity to make money, and they couldn't take all the weapons in the armory, so they planned to dispose of them," Huang Zurong explained patiently.

Upon hearing this, Cun Xinghui was stunned for a moment, his mind clearly not processing it. Could it really be done like this?

Aren't they the world's number one power?

Shouldn't military discipline be strict?

They even dare to steal and sell weapons and equipment?

In the end, Cun Xinghui couldn't hold back and voiced his confusion.

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong couldn't help but feel disdain. What's so big about reselling weapons?

However, he patiently explained that the British soldiers were also human beings with emotions and desires. If the price was right, they could sell them. Moreover, these weapons and equipment couldn't be taken away. When the Japanese army attacked, they would have to be destroyed. It was better to sell them now for a good price and then blow them up casually without anyone investigating.

Even if someone foolishly tries to check the accounts, it's even simpler: just blame it all on the Japanese army. After all, the Japanese army has occupied the area, so maybe the accounts were captured by them?

After hearing Huang Zurong's words, Cun Xinghui felt that he had wasted the past few decades. How could he play like this?

But why bring yourself along?

Isn't this kind of way of making money just secretly getting rich?

Huang Zurong explained that the Cun family had its own caravan, and its strength was still somewhat weak. Moreover, the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Mechanics were not a monolithic entity. If someone had a moment of madness and exposed the matter, it would be a troublesome affair.

But the Cun family is different. Tengchong is their ancestral home. Once the Japanese army occupies Burma, southwestern Yunnan will inevitably become the next target of the Japanese army's attack. At that time, Tengchong will be the first target. The Cun family's guard force is weak, and it is almost impossible for them to defend it.

In this way, both parties have a basis for cooperation, and there is no possibility of any other ulterior motives.

"Hmm, what a sly fox you are, you've calculated everything perfectly." Cun Xinghui naturally understood the reasoning behind this, and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, showing no dislike whatsoever.

"However, there is still a problem, which is how to trade? Those foreigners won't accept silver dollars or anything like that. As for gold, our Cun family can't come up with much either, and judging from your appearance, it's unlikely you can." He knew that Huang Zurong was under a lot of pressure supporting an army of over a thousand men, so it was impossible for him to come up with any extra gold.

"Without gold or pounds, I'm afraid those foreigners won't agree to this deal," Cun Xinghui said with some regret.

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong once again looked at the other party with higher regard. He was truly surprised that the other party could think of so much in the face of such a large sum of money.

"I don't have any gold, of course, but I do have some British pounds on hand," Huang Zurong replied with a smile.

Considering that the other party's family owned a bank, it wasn't surprising that they had pounds, so Cun Xinghui was only surprised for a moment and not that curious.

"Tell me, what are your conditions?" Cun Xinghui knew that the other party didn't say this for no reason; there must be other requirements.

"Uncle Cun is a smart man..." Huang Zurong couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, and then he shared his thoughts. In addition to the cooperation they had agreed on, he also wanted to help purchase some mountain products. After all, trees are really too big, and sometimes a truck can't carry much of them. But mountain products are different. They are inexhaustible, especially in the many undeveloped areas of southwestern Yunnan, where the resources of mountain products are unimaginably abundant.

"No problem." Cun Xinghui thought it was something important, but it turned out to be just a small matter, so he readily agreed.

"Also, could you help me introduce some veterans, especially officers with combat experience? The treatment will be excellent, no worse than that of the Central Army." Huang Zurong then revealed his true purpose.

This time, Cun Xinghui remained silent, clearly indicating that this condition was indeed somewhat difficult to meet.

"Uncle Cun, doesn't the Twelfth Division still have some wounded soldiers? Do you think you can get them?" The Twelfth Division was said to have been almost completely wiped out, but many people still managed to break through the encirclement. Some of them reorganized in Shaanxi Province, while others became defeated soldiers and escaped back. So Huang Zurong was after these people.