Not long after, Yu Xiaoqing and his group, together with Smith and others, entered the Jiqipo position.

Along the way, Colonel Smith was very curious. The soldiers were rigorous and standardized, and the spirit of the soldiers was very good. This was his first impression of the Sichuan Army. Just from the surface, he knew that this army was extraordinary.

They were stopped by soldiers on duty just halfway up the mountain. It didn't matter whether you were a foreigner or a talented person. These soldiers resolutely did not allow anyone to break into their position without the commander's order.

He admired this very much. Only soldiers who strictly followed orders could obey orders and prohibitions on the battlefield. This was something that many Chinese armies did not have. Those people were so careless that they had no idea what military confidentiality was.

In particular, the weapons of the Sichuan Army, except for the M1 carbine, are almost all American weapons and equipment. They even have the German "Führer's Cloth Tearer" that was hated by Allied soldiers.

Where did they get these weapons? Logically speaking, as the head of logistics supporting the Nujiang front line, I didn't receive any news at all.

Smith looked here and there, as curious as Grandma Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden, and was curious about various things about the Sichuan Army.

Tang Ji, who was following behind, saw Smith's satisfied look and his heart sank to the bottom, and he was still thinking about how to disrupt the situation later.

The few art equipment support was already very limited. At this rate, they had no chance. He didn't expect that the duck would fly away like this.

It was also the first time that Yu Xiaoqing walked into the Jiqipo position, but Yu was not in a good mood right now.

It was not because of the supplies, but everything he observed along the way seemed to tell him that the gap between the Sichuan Army and the Yu Division was getting wider and wider, which was the most difficult thing for him to accept as he was arrogant.

Following the soldiers leading the way, the group finally arrived at the headquarters, where Liao Mingyu had been waiting for a long time.

"Commander Liao, we meet again, haha, how are you doing lately?" Tang Ji greeted warmly at the beginning.

"Thanks to you, Deputy Commander Tang, my life is just fine. I wonder why you mobilized troops to come to our Sichuan Legion garrison?" Liao Mingyu asked with a smile.

"excuse me, are you the supreme commander of this unit?" Smith asked bluntly. The general star on Liao Mingyu's collar made him very confused. Didn't he say he was just a regimental commander? Why was he still a major general?

"Yes, do you have any business with me?" Liao Mingyu communicated with him directly in English.

"Oh! Thank God, it's great that you can speak English. That guy with substandard grammar can finally go away." Smith breathed a sigh of relief. He had had enough of the language barrier caused by that poor translator.

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"I am Elian Smith, the person in charge of this front-line material assistance to the Nu River." Smith introduced himself and stretched out his hand to shake the young general's hand.

"Your Excellency, Commander, we are here to discuss matters related to the counterattack on the west bank of the Nujiang River. We are also here to inspect the actual situation of this team and introduce the specific situation of your team."

Did you send equipment? Although the Sichuan Army Corps is not short of beautiful weapons and equipment, who can have too much of these things?

Although the old man's attitude was a bit harsh, Liao Mingyu still patiently talked to him:

"Colonel Smith, I think you should know something about our Sichuan Army Corps. We are a strengthened regiment. We are currently at full strength. The total regiment has 6,200 people and about 5,500 combat personnel."

Master Yu and others, who were left alone by the two of them, quickly asked the translator to explain the content of the conversation. After hearing this, Yu Xiaoqing was shocked. Has the Sichuan Army reached this point without realizing it?

"There are only more than 5,000 combatants? I thought... forget it, I don't know much about your country's organization and military ranks."

Smith was a little disappointed after hearing this. He had thought that this major general would have at least an army of over 10,000 people, but in the end he only had 6,000 people... which was less than Yu Division.

"Your troops seem to be at least stronger than theirs and are qualified to receive our assistance. Can you tell us about your deployment and attack plan? I will arrange the supplies based on your situation."

Smith was a little disinterested, and he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart. In his opinion, to capture Nantianmen, at least 20,000 troops would be needed to fill it.

Qualified? Liao Mingyu was very unhappy. The old white man's face collapsed when he heard that he only had one reinforcement.

"I'm sorry, the troop deployment and attack plan are military secrets, and I can't comment on the casualties." Liao Mingyu kept smiling, but there was something different in his words.

What he said is the truth. Why should I tell you military secrets? The key is that you act like an uncle as soon as you come here and you are so happy.

"Shet, you are such a bastard." Smith was angry, but he couldn't hear the other person's sarcasm.

"Don't you Americans always say that you just have to do your job well? What qualifications does a logistics staff who deliver equipment have to know our military plan?" Liao Mingyu responded unceremoniously to him and dared to make rude remarks. Who will give you that?

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"Damn it! I'm also your military adviser! Don't you want weapon support? Fuck yuo!" Smith cursed angrily.

Whichever army I went to during this period, I was not treated like a guest, but I was ridiculed by this young boy. What was the benefit of offending him? But his dirty talk completely angered someone.

Liao Mingyu slammed the table and stood up, roaring viciously at Smith: "Who the hell cares about those crappy guns of yours! I tell you, old bastard, give it to you if you like it, and get out if you don't!"

"Who do you think you are that dares to talk to me like this? You are a military advisor. You don't know, but you think you are our commander."

Smith was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't find anything to say to refute for a while. The confidence he was so proud of actually had no effect in the eyes of the other party, which made him feel very angry.

"Quickly translate, why are you looking so stupidly?" Tang Ji slapped the translator on the head.

The translators were also very aggrieved. They spoke so fast and urgently that they exceeded their vocabulary.

Why did the two of them, who had been talking to each other so well just now, suddenly become tense? Although I didn't understand, looking at Smith's blushing face and thick neck, Liao Mingyu probably didn't have anything nice to say.

This made Tang Ji so happy that he didn't even have to take action himself. Their relationship had already broken down. If he wanted to equip him again, he wouldn't give it to him.

"Hmph! Let me tell you, my entire reinforced regiment is equipped with beautiful weapons. Don't think you can show off your power here with just a few broken guns. No one in the Sichuan Army will spoil you!"

Liao Mingyu snorted coldly, these white people's eyes were higher than their heads, as if everyone was inferior to them.

Do you still think this was the Manchu and Qing Dynasty 50 years ago? You come here to show off your authority, and you don’t ask if I have a good temper. It’s really a damn shame.

"Huh... we are allies who are here to support us. We are here to discuss cooperation. Didn't your highest officer teach you what politeness is?" Smith took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions, and began to speak the truth.

"Politeness is mutual. If you want to cooperate, you have to show an attitude. At the very least, you have to respect me and my soldiers!"

"If it weren't for the sake of our allies, my fist would have been imprinted on your wrinkled old face from the moment you cursed the first word!"

Liao Mingyu's sharp eyes were like blades, causing pain on the faces of Smith and others. The terrifying murderous aura honed over a long period of time on the battlefield was not something that these pampered gentlemen could bear.
Chapter completed!