After sitting on the steps at the entrance of the courtyard for a while, Zhou Heng came up with a plan in his mind. He then turned around and returned to the small courtyard. He did not know anyone in Chanda. It was not a good thing to run around randomly, not to mention that he was injured.
"Aiyo, I thought this ingrate had run away. Why are you back?”
It was strange. Meng Fan's mouth had offended countless people. Luckily, he knew how to run and how to survive. Otherwise, with his mouth, his injured comrades would have left him behind.
Ignoring him, Zhou Heng sat back down on his straw covered door. There was a lot of blood on it, and it was a little smelly. It was really dirty.
There were still many injured people lying on such beds in the courtyard. Most of them could no longer take care of themselves. Their wounds were wrapped in rags as they lay on the bed. They could only moan and groan. They probably would not live for long.
The vet was holding a basin of water and a towel in the water, rubbing it over and over again. It was mixed with blood to wipe the wounds of the injured.
This scene made Zhou Heng's hair stand on end. He shouted at the veterinarian," Hey, veterinarian, don't tell me you tied this rag on my head too. You didn't even clean my wound, right?”
The veterinarian who was cleaning did not even turn his head and replied," That's right. Aren't you alive too? I thought you wouldn't be able to live yesterday."”
Zhou Heng quickly reached out to his head and untied the cloth wrapped around his head. It was really torn. It wasn't very dirty, but it was already covered in blood and was a little wet. It was like a petri dish for bacteria when tied to his head.
"No, vet, why didn't you use gauze on me? At least use disinfectant to clean my wound, right?”Zhou Heng was furious. The monster could even amputate a person's leg for athlete's foot. It didn't even have basic medical knowledge.
Meng Fan heard Zhou Heng's words and burst out laughing." Sir, you're really strange. Forget about the disinfectant, just the bandage, where are we going to get it?" Without money, why would the military supplies department give you bandages?
" Didn't you just throw away these wounded soldiers? You're a lieutenant colonel who has fought in wars. You should have lost a lot of wounded soldiers, right? You forgot about them now. You must be crazy."”
As if struck by lightning, Zhou Heng's train of thought finally reversed. He was in the midst of the war, and he was in the ranks of the people. Other than the Direct Line, the other troops basically treated the wounded soldiers who could be returned to the army with minor injuries. Those who were seriously injured or disabled were thrown aside, regardless of whether they were dead or alive.
Due to the lack of resources, the money spent to save a seriously injured soldier was much more expensive than recruiting a new recruit. After all, he could just grab as many able-bodied men as he wanted. Why would he spend so much effort to save a seriously injured soldier?
Not to mention the corruption of empty salaries, there were countless cases in the ranks of the People's Party, even under the eyes of the bald man.
The famous Eastern Maginot Line, the Wufu Line, had been built from 1933 to 1937. It had cost a lot of money. It should have been a permanent defense line built with reinforced concrete. In the end, the soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield in Shanghai found that the so-called Wufu Line had seriously cut corners.
The reinforced concrete had turned into bamboo cement, and the thickness of the cement was seriously insufficient. This caused the fortifications to be unable to withstand even small-caliber artillery. The entire bunker and the nearby fortifications would collapse under one shot. It was impossible to defend at all. Therefore, the defeated soldiers could only retreat all the way to Jinling. The Japanese also chased all the way to Jinling. Everyone knew what happened after that.
If the defense line protecting the country's capital dared to be so greedy, one could imagine how arrogant the others below would be.
"Sir, if you really have a conscience, you should use the money to buy some medicine. Most of these wounded soldiers are dying because their wounds are inflamed.”Meng Fan began his plan.
He had already realized that Zhou Heng was soft-hearted, unlike other officers who did not care about the lives of the wounded soldiers. If he could trick him into buying the sulfuric acid, then his leg would be saved.
At this moment, Zhou Heng also wanted to get some anti-inflammatory medicine. Although the wound on his head had scabbed over, there was no guarantee that it would worsen. After all, it had not been disinfected.
But when he heard Meng Fan say the word " sulfuric acid ", Zhou Heng immediately knew what he was thinking. This guy was willing to go to Myanmar, not to fight the Japanese, but to find the British army to treat his leg with sulfuric acid.
"I don't have money." Zhou Heng said.
Hearing this, Meng Fan immediately jumped up, dragging his injured leg." No money, you don't have money. There are four small yellow croakers sewn on the lining of your underwear. Don't think I don't know. Sure enough, officials are ruthless. They don't treat wounded soldiers even if they have money."”
"Oh, so that's what you were touching on my body just now. Looks like I'm not that poor.”
As he spoke, Zhou Heng pulled open his filthy military uniform and pulled out his shirt. He pinched it and sure enough, there was something hard inside. He tore it open with force and four small yellow croakers that emitted a metallic luster appeared in front of him.
Zhou Heng was overjoyed. He had the system in his body, but it was only a paywall. Without money, it was nothing. Now, he finally had the starting capital. Four small yellow croakers were about five taels of gold, which could be exchanged for 150 silver dollars. This was not a small amount.
According to the investigation of the US consultant team in 1943, a second-class soldier could only get 0.3 dollars in salary per month. If it was less than one silver dollar, other than the corruption of the army chief, there was also a lack of financial resources. As for the so-called seven yuan salary, it was legal currency. In order to raise materials, the government issued legal currency indiscriminately, resulting in the current 1000 legal coins being less than one silver dollar.
"Look, you still dare to say that you don't have money? What is this, what is this?" Meng Fan pointed at the small yellow croaker in Zhou Heng's hand and asked loudly.
Meanwhile, Zhou Heng was checking the price of the sulfuric acid in the system. He realized that the sulfuric acid in the system was very cheap. A bottle of 100 tablets only cost one silver dollar.
"How much is a piece of sulfuric acid?" Zhou Heng asked curiously. He was not very clear about the current prices.
"The small yellow croakers in your hand can be bought for twenty pieces each.”Meng Fan stared at the small yellow croaker in Zhou Heng's hand.
A small yellow croaker could be exchanged for about 40 silver dollars, which meant that a piece of sulfuric acid was about 2 silver dollars. However, it only cost 0.1 silver dollars to buy it in the system. It was a huge profit, a terrifying profit.
" If medicine is so valuable, then what about weapons?" Zhou Heng asked," What about guns?”
"Guns are not valuable here. Only food and use are valuable. Sir, these are all defeated soldiers. There are many people selling guns. A Hanyang gun is only worth 30 to 40 silver dollars.”Meng Fan replied impatiently.
When the soldiers fled, the only things they could leave behind were the guns in their hands and the military uniforms on their bodies. When they came to Chanda, they wanted to eat and drink. The higher-ups did not care about them. In order to survive, they could only sell their guns.
Looking at the prices in the system, Hanyang made 15 silver dollars, and Sanba big cover 10 silver dollars. This profit was indeed not as high as the medicine, but seeing that Sanba big cover was cheaper than Hanyang made, Zhou Heng was a little speechless.
China's industrial foundation was too weak, which led to the high cost of manufacturing guns. The production line was outdated, and a large number of equipment needed to be imported, resulting in the high price of self-made guns. However, the system actually tacitly agreed to the rules of this world. Zhou Heng did not expect this.
After asking about the prices of food and other things, Zhou Heng knew what he should sell.
Just now outside the courtyard, he had already come up with a plan to take revenge on Old Myanmar and let more people live. However, this plan needed enough people and money.
" Veterinarian, find me a proper doctor. It's best if it's a military doctor. I'll pay for the treatment. If you're bored, take me to Qi Mazi. I want to make a deal with him. If it's done well, I don't mind giving you sulfuric acid.”Zhou Heng was about to start his plan.
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