Pan Han showed up at the shared house, but he was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he lay down in his room and rested for a while.

My kidneys hurt so much.

This shared apartment is filled with his memories. If you smell it carefully, you can even smell a hint of Yan Xiaoli's perfume.

After playing a few ranked games, he was in great pain from the consecutive defeats.

"Damn it! I got 10,000 tons of gold, and the damn ranking mechanism started to target me!" Pan Han threw down his phone and picked up his special phone.

He wanted to notify several elders to get him fighter jets, transport planes, and armed helicopters.

Ouyang Cong definitely can't handle this matter.

After the notification was completed, Pan Han asked several elders to give a time node.

There is no option to not complete this, it must be completed.

The three elders were woken up from their sleep, and after hearing the mission, they were stunned!

"What is our leader going to do now?" Elder No. 1 rubbed his forehead and wanted to curse, but finally held back.

"But the leader said that he can give a lot of gold. It will not disrupt the normal business accounts and budget of the Knights." said Elder No. 3, who is in charge of all the business organizations of the Knights, and his eyes are full of money.

As long as you have money, it will be easy.

Last time, Pan Han gave 1,000 tons of gold and 5 million tons of oil, which really helped Elder No. 2 solve many problems.

There is no such thing as too much money in this world!

You can spend any amount of money you have.

How about the Eagle Sauce? They hold this monetary hegemony, but they still run deficits.

The main thing is, spending money is really addictive!

"The leader didn't seem to say how much he wanted. Does that mean we can just get some at random?" Elder No. 2 was still sleepy, his head buzzing.

"Second brother! Are you too old and useless?" Elder No. 1 handed him a pack of cigarettes and said with disgust.

"You are old! I am five years younger than you." Elder No. 2 said angrily, but still took the cigarette and smoked one.

"Then why are you talking nonsense?"

"What's the matter? Just tell me if you have something to say."

"Brother, the leader didn't say how much he wants. It doesn't mean just any amount. The more the better! Do you understand?" Elder No. 1 smiled bitterly and shook his head, unable to help but light a cigarette himself.

"Shit!" Elder No. 2 suddenly realized what had happened and felt a chill down his spine.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Transport planes are fine. Fighter planes and armed helicopters are all tied up in orders from various countries' armies! How can we get them for the leader?" Elder No. 2 also began to rub his head.

"I can only buy them from second-tier arms dealers. But they are all obsolete goods. I don't know if the leader wants them." Leader No. 3 thought for a while and came up with a plan.

"The leader didn't mention his requirements, so, maybe, he would ask for it." Elder No. 1 said uncertainly.

After saying this, the three elders looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

They even thought it was a little funny.

Without saying what he wanted to do, he just came up with a fighter jet.

Not only did they give them that batch of tanks before, but they could also find the president of a small country to go through the formalities and cover it up.

"Forget it! Our new leader took over northern Myanmar some time ago. It is said that his methods are amazing. What else can we old guys do except serve him well. This world will belong to the young sooner or later." Elder No. 1 laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, but his eyes became more determined.

"Then get him some! Get as many as you can! The worst that can happen is just to poke a hole in the sky."

"all!"

Pan Han naturally didn't know what the three elders were talking about.

As the leader, he only cares about the results. And no one can say what he does.

When the time comes, just use gold to hit this old guy!

Is one thousand tons enough? If not, then two thousand tons!

It’s just money!

Sure enough, an hour later, the third elder sent a message:

12 third-generation single-engine fighters, 12 second-generation improved fighters, 24 armed helicopters, 24 transport helicopters, 8 10-ton tactical transport aircraft, and 10,000 tons of various ammunition will be delivered in two months.

Pan Han calculated that these elders were enough to equip three air force regiments.

However, the fighter jet is not as good as the fourth-generation fighter.

There are no heavy fighters either, so it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

Attack helicopters are good things. If it is an ordinary base, two or three of them can destroy it.

It seems that the weapons are a little insufficient, only 10,000 tons, which can't bomb more than a few rounds.

"Damn it, it's not like I'm poor! I'm so stingy." Pan Han firmly believes in one point: if you are poor, you should make detours; if you are rich, you should use all your firepower to cover the enemy.

If they were to attack three states, what would 10,000 tons of weapons do with 3.5 million square kilometers?

So he picked up his phone and gave orders to the elders: "Everything else remains unchanged, but increase the ammunition to 100,000 tons."

Unexpectedly, the elders immediately replied that there was no problem.

Pan Han threw away his phone, frozen in place. "These old foxes. They knew I was going to increase my weight, so they kept it to themselves! They're so cunning."

When it comes to being a human being, Pan Han is still far behind them.

But the matter was finally resolved.

He planned to fly directly to Knight Island, deposit 2,000 tons of gold, and then have the committee send someone to transport it away.

Pan Han doesn't care about gold at all. In the apocalypse, even a dog wouldn't want it.

He had previously ordered the Dawn Team to prepare various intelligence in one month, and the remaining month would be just right for training.

Unifying the entire state and unifying the entire country are completely different concepts and cannot be compared.

In the last days of the Great Chinese Kingdom, the territory was too vast, and the ethnic groups, customs, and human habits were very complex.

Almost every state has its own state concept.

It’s okay to fight among yourselves, but it’s absolutely not okay if outsiders look down on you!

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