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How about it? I heard that you killed more than 20 American soldiers on the road. I happily supported Han Xinghua and punched Zhao Xiaohu. Zhao Xiaohu, who was not strong enough, shook his body. Zhao Xiaohu also laughed and punched Han Xinghua in turn.

"A small matter is a little bit, there is nothing to say. American soldiers are all new recruits, and they seem to be much worse than the Russian soldiers in the previous period. I think the situation of the Americans should be very difficult." Zhao Xiaohu found a seat to sit down and looked at Han Xinghua leisurely. As the owner of the first-class medal, he had this right. Even if His Majesty the Emperor was in front of him, he could sit down carelessly, but no one had that courage. It was not compulsory, but admiration from the heart.

"Haha, Americans are quite difficult, but they will not be more difficult than our situation!" After saying that, Han Xinghua threw a report to Zhao Xiaohu. Zhao Xiaohu opened it and read it. It was a supply report. The first to the fifteenth pages are all about the consumption of frontline materials in this week. There are 7 and 8 pages marked "low inventory" in orange, and 7 and 8 pages, and the blue ones indicate that it is safe within February. However, there are too few blues in this booklet, and most of them are wrapped between red and orange, which looks particularly dazzling.

"It's so hot! General Han, I don't know what it's for you to find me. I'm just an expert in sabotage. I can't create a bunch of supplies for you. I think you must have found the wrong person." Zhao Xiaohu smiled and teased Han Xinghua, but he was very curious about what task he was for him.

"The supply fleet on the mainland is gathering and on standby, and the damn Pacific Fleet is already a little stretched because it wants to maintain this 10,000 nautical miles of transportation line! The Air Force is also forced to use most of the air force's transportation capacity because of the 10,000 nautical miles of land front, and the transportation power has dropped to 3%. In fact, no one has ever thought of relying on air force transportation to maintain supplies. Mexico's fragile industry has been almost blown up by the Americans in the past few days, and the inventory is only so small. It's still fighting before, and the Japanese join the army like the Locust Office. I really don't know why they have to accept these little monkeys. It's so deadly!"

Han Xinghua angrily patted his forehead. He was about to be driven crazy by these numbers, but Zhao Xiaohu couldn't think of any solution for a while. Fighting is just about making money. Without combat supplies, he could not win any battle. Even though he had reserved a large amount of land supplies before the war, he used more than half of the frog jumping operation and had not yet replenished it. Next, there was a big battle of this scale. After the high-intensity battles over the past few days, the materials originally reserved on the front line were naturally used.

"The HNA troops have sufficient supplies. I can transfer a batch there." Zhao Xiaohu wanted to slap himself a few times after he said that. Before the enemy could come over, he found a pit and jumped in. I guess his brother-in-law Zhang Baolong must have sneezed. My brother-in-law and brother-in-law were a bit unequal. When Zhao Xiaohu encountered anything that was not enough, he would go to him to ask him for it. Although Zhang Baolong shook his head and waved his hand every time he saw Zhao Xiaohu, he would say nothing except "nothing. I have nothing left." But every time Zhao Xiaohu ran over, Zhang Baolong still tried his best to meet his requirements later. Even if he couldn't meet it, the minimum emergency room could still be distributed.

"Okay, I knew you would definitely save me from the fire and water. I didn't read you wrong!" Han Xinghua pretended to be grateful, but he looked very insincere. Zhao Xiaohu was so angry that he suddenly covered his stomach and squatted down, making painful moans in his mouth.

"Uncle Han, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to go back and rest for a few days. Uncle Han, you are so familiar with Brother Baolong, and a phone call will be done! I'll go first." After that, Zhao Xiaohu limped out the door. Han Xinghua looked at Zhao Xiaohu with a smile, neither speaking nor trying to keep him. As a result, Zhao Xiaohu walked to the door and stopped leaving. He looked at Han Xinghua with a bitter face, as pitiful as Yang Bailao looked at Huang Shiren.

"Haha, why don't you go to rest? Xiaohu, you have really made progress recently. If you have to wait for the past two years, you haven't reacted so quickly! I want to see what you performed again, why don't you continue to perform! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Uncle Han, I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't tell lies. Don't say it anymore. I feel like I'm exorcising myself from the people." Zhao Xiaohu was confused and couldn't stand Han Xinghua's brain-piercing sound. He hurriedly raised his hand and surrendered and arrived in a car.

Seeing Zhao Xiaohu leaving helplessly, Han Xinghua looked a little better and began to arrange arrangements to strengthen the armored forces of the Expeditionary Force. A day later, Zhao Xiaohu rushed to Jinglong Air Force Base, and Zhao Xiaohu naturally found his brother-in-law Zhang Baolong. Unexpectedly, Zhang Baolong also suffered a lot this time.

However, he finally let go and said that he could allocate some materials to support other wars and sighed a few words, which were nothing more than supply difficulties. Zhao Xiaohu patted his shoulder, nodded a few times without objection, and asked quietly: "Brother-in-law, I wonder if your third branch is opened? My sister is the boss lady in that store now." He was talking about a joke before Zhang Tyrannosaurus did not become the princess, saying that he wanted to open a bar around the world and let the princess be the boss lady. Unexpectedly, all these things were realized. Of course, because this princess was often pulled by the ears, Zhao Xiaohu naturally knew about this and had to mention it once every time. However, this time Zhang Tyrannosaurus was not angry, but instead looked at Zhao Xiaohu with a smile. Zhao Xiaohu was chilling all over, and hurriedly found an excuse to run out and took Zhang Baolong's note to find the military commander.

The quarantine officer of the HNA American Expeditionary Force cluster is Liu Tuo. He used to work in the 8th Air Force Division. He was a thin and short person. He is about 35 or 6 this year. He used to be a man in the 8th Air Division. He became much slicker when he was in the 8th Air Division. As long as it was Zhang Baolong's stick, he basically did not review it.

Seeing Zhao Xiaohu bring the note over, he checked it all the same. His voice was still as hoarse as before, but he could finally hear what he was saying: "There are 7.2 mm bullets, shells, and 105 shells, and we still have only one day left for the 105 shells, and there are rifles but no matching equipment..." He reported what they had and didn't have. I checked or forked one by one on the list, "Military rations? No more, really no more. Our current inventory is still 400,000, but..."

I have to say that Zhao Gang's unification of the model of sea, land and air weapons was a very wise move, so the equipment in the Air Force could be exchanged with the equipment of the Army. Of course, it is impossible for the Army's large-caliber field guns to be equipped on the plane, so most of the combat supplies that Baolong can provide are light weapons. This time, for some reason, Zhang Baolong is more generous than ever before, which makes Zhao Xiaohu a little uneasy, fearing that Zhang Baolong will set up a trap to trap him. Is it not enough? Can you remove a guy who often needs money and supplies?

Regarding the issue of food rations, Zhao Xiaohu knew that Zhang Baolong did not have 40 food rations, which was only enough for a cluster of 30,000 people to eat for a week. If he went to transport it now, the convoy might have been exhausted before it arrived. However, field food rations were urgently needed by the northern front. The original food warehouse there was blown up by enemy planes in the battle. The current military food rations were all transported from Mexico, but they were still seriously insufficient, and now it has begun to affect the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"It's so funny..." I smiled bitterly and bounced the list in front of me with my fingers. Suddenly I remembered the newspaper I read when I came to the East Continent. Nestle Company? Do they have any inventory in the Americas?

"Long Zhixing! Come in." Long Zhixing is Zhao Xiaohu's adjutant, a tall major, twenty-eight years old. He used to serve as a staff officer in the Eighth Army Army. He survived the time travel that shocked the world. He was transferred to Zhao Xiaohu as his adjutant since this battle. He has two thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a national face. He looks quite majestic. Sometimes, when Zhao Xiaohu stands with him, he is actually considered a follower, so Zhao Xiaohu is unwilling to let him appear unless he has to." Looking for these companies, maybe he can find some unexpected discoveries. Maybe he may find it unexpectedly.

About half an hour later, when Long Zhixing pushed the door into my office, I was looking at the transportation plan that the General Staff had just planned to transport some of the materials from the Expeditionary Force cluster to various fronts. He came to me quietly, put a piece of materials on the table and then quietly retreated.

I picked up that material. This is a list of Nestlé Group's branches and personnel composition in Mexico. To my surprise, Nestlé Group has a large industry and investment in Mexico. The list has 8, which lists all the inventory of Nestlé Group's 10 local branches. A line of words attracted Zhao Xiaohu's attention. "Nestlé Co., Ltd. has reserved high-end listening milk powder. Each listening weight is 5 kilograms, which can be eaten by babies aged one to three for one month..."

Zhao Xiaohu suddenly laughed, laughing very happily. Long Zhixing, who was walking outside the door, also heard Zhao Xiaohu's laughter and stopped in confusion. He didn't understand why Zhao Xiaohu laughed so happily, because an interesting scene suddenly turned into Zhao Xiaohu's heart. Hundreds of thousands of troops were holding pacifiers in their mouths, drinking milk while charging.
Chapter completed!