the world is at stake

August 1950, 9, Tokyo.

Outside the heavily guarded United Nations Command, two tall and burly American soldiers supported the trembling Pastor Clark and threw him out of the headquarters.

A young Clark hadn't been humiliated like this in years.He landed on his buttocks, aching and annoyed, cursing endlessly.But the American soldier wearing a gendarmerie helmet stared at him coldly, unmoved.

If it weren't for the white pastor in front of him, he would have been shot.

Clark got up and limped away.He could hear the whispers of American soldiers behind him.

"Who is this guy?"

"I don't know. He said he was a pastor with very important information and wanted to see Commander MacArthur. People from the intelligence agency met him, but they asked us to throw him out in five minutes."

The whispers were full of disdain and sarcasm, which made the pastor Clark, who was clutching his buttocks, even more frantic.He limped and walked tens of meters away, cursing and kicking over the passing Japanese coolies.

His entourage, Thomas, and others came out from the other side of the road, and quickly persuaded him: "Pastor Clark, don't be angry, you have to control yourself."

The other members of the 'Brotherhood' who followed also comforted each other, including Marco Shi who shouted from the side: "Leader, calm down, please calm down. This is a real war, and it is very difficult for us to intervene."

The attendant Thomas saw some stains on the leader's buttocks, so he reached out and patted it.

Clark was photographed on the sore spot, yelled a few times, and then gnashed his teeth and scolded: "Which bastard said he would support the United Nations Army in intelligence?"

The dozen or so people accompanying him all moved aside, and Marco stood silently to the side, revealing O'Sullivan with a dull face.

The CIA intelligence officer coughed a few times, and asked bravely: "Chief, have you talked to the intelligence personnel of the United Nations Army about the Chinese going to send troops?"

Clark shouted viciously, "Of course I said it."

"Did you say that hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops have assembled and trained on the border between China and North Korea?"

"I remember it clearly."

"Did you tell the US military that the commander of the Chinese is not 'Lin', but 'Peng'?"

"of course."

"Then how about strengthening the training of the South Korean army, rearming the Japanese army, and using Chiang's army from Taiwan as cannon fodder?"

"I said it, I said it, I said it."

"How did the people from the intelligence bureau of the headquarters react?"

"They thought I was talking nonsense and ordered me to be thrown out."

God, why is this happening?

More than a dozen members of the 'fraternity' all lowered their heads with a sigh.They tasted the stubbornness and arrogance of their own family.

The regular army and government agencies have their own rules of operation, and they will not be shocked by a few "magic sticks" at will.

Pastor Clark thought he had a chance to meet the commander-in-chief of the United Nations Army, but he couldn't even fool the intelligence officer and was kicked out.

The 'Brotherhood' can't help in terms of supplies, so it's always good to think about revealing some information.

Because the U.S. military's intelligence work was so messed up for a long time during the Korean War, it was not even clear who the opponent's top commander was.

But the reality slapped Pastor Clark in the face, no one paid attention to his information at all, they only regarded him as a lunatic talking nonsense.

"What now?" Thomas asked.He looked at both sides of the street with low buildings, "We should find a place to stay."

On the streets, small Japanese people scurry like mice.When they see tall Americans, they are like cats. They either turn their heads away or show respect.

There are military vehicles coming in and out of the command gate all the time, and the Americans gathered more than a dozen countries to maintain peace in North Korea.

Pastor Clark was not happy, and reluctantly ordered: "Go back to our boat first."

Thomas asked again: "Do you want to unload the condolence supplies we brought?"

"Don't mention those damn supplies, the damn Americans don't need anything. I'm also an American." Clark cursed for a while, and led the team back to the port.

Number ten are depressed, but they can't do anything about it—the arrogance and stubbornness of the Yankees can't stand even themselves.

Nearly [-] kilometers away, the same cargo ship appeared at the pier on the Bund in Shanghai.

Shanghai is under military control at the moment, and the soldiers on the shore soon discovered the unexpected guest.Several armed soldiers approached and asked about the origin of the ship.

Xiao Jinlang went down the gangway to the pier and explained his identity, "We are a team of overseas Chinese and international friends. Knowing that the situation in North Korea is tense, we came back to China for support."

The leader of the team was probably a squad leader, not tall, and felt that the combination of this group of people in front of him was really strange.He asked in surprise, "Where did you say you came from?"

"We come from all over the world." Xiao Jinlang pulled Zhou Qingfeng over, "This one is from Nanyang."

Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and said hello in Cantonese.

Xiao Jinlang called Fritz again, "This is an Austrian comrade from Europe."

Fritz had a bitter face, not the slightest bit happy, and shook hands with the squad leader stiffly.

There are Hussein from Iraq, Rouhani from Iran, Seyit from Kuwait, and Miura from Japan.A group of people were not very happy, they were all forced to join the gang by Zhou Qingfeng.

Share the blessings and share the difficulties.

No one wants to use Uncle Zhou as a gunman, dungeon or something, let's live together.

It is true that more than half of the group in front of them are foreigners with high noses and deep eyes. There is really an aura of unity among people from all over the world.The squad leader excitedly expressed his thanks, and was even more happy to hear that this group of people had brought in a thousand tons of aid.

It's 50 years now and information communication is limited.It is not entirely impossible for a foreign cargo ship to appear in Shanghai Port.

After the ship docked, the patrol monitor reported.The terminal quickly dialed the phone number of the municipal party committee, saying that an international team came to help with supplies.

The significance of this matter is not trivial, and the 50-year-old Shanghai Municipal Party Committee immediately sent people to receive it.

Zhou Qingfeng and the others were not familiar with the port area, so they could only stand on the pier and look around.

Not long after the liberation of Shanghai, the Kuomintang retreated and wreaked havoc on the entire city.Many ships sank beside the pier in the outer port, and the broken planks of the hulls were already rotten, heaving and falling in the rushing river.

The cargo ship passing through has more than 5000 tons, which is larger than any surviving ship in the port.But the crude port does not even have a crane, and the unloading is all carried by manpower.

The dock workers were enthusiastic, and some party members took the initiative to stand up and ask if the group of outsiders had any difficulties that needed to be solved.Xiao Jinlang responded very well, so Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to worry about it.

Looking at the messy port, Fritz sighed and said, "This is Shanghai? I can't imagine how dilapidated it is now."

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the iconic Western-style buildings on the Bund, "Jardine Matheson, Peace Hotel, Zhengjin Building, this used to be the British and French Concession."

"Why are we here?" Hussein asked.

Katya stood up and said with a smile, "We were supposed to go to Lushun, that is, Dalian in the future. But now it is occupied by the Soviet army. If we go, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep half of the supplies in the cabin."

Xiao Jinlang was chatting with several cadres in military uniforms, and took out a list of goods from a black leather bag-in name, the cargo ship was full of 'secretly purchased US military leftovers from World War II'.

"Two thousand radio stations, fifteen thousand walkie-talkies?" Zhou Qingfeng heard a sharp voice.A cadre in military uniform hurried to the side of the cargo ship and asked loudly, "Where is it? Where are the radio and walkie-talkies?"

The voice was trembling, with anxiety and unbelievable expectations.

"Don't worry, it's in the cabin." Zhou Qingfeng led the way, leading a few officers in military uniform to board the cargo ship's gangway and enter the cargo hold.He casually moved a wooden box, and after opening it, there were two types of 'U.S. military radio stations' inside.

One is the backpack 'Motorola SCR-300', which is generally used by US military company commanders.There is also a handheld PRC-6 for class scheduling.

Considering that the Volunteer Corps-level radio station can be guaranteed, the aided equipment this time is only for small units below the battalion—in fact, the appearance of the two radio equipment is the same as that of American equipment, and the interior has been greatly optimized.

The prototype of 'Motorola SCR-300' weighs more than ten kilograms, and it is extremely heavy to carry on its back.The handheld PRC-6 also weighs two kilograms, and the battery is a hard lump.

The technical level cannot exceed the age, so it is always possible to keep improving the craftsmanship.

The 'Motorola SCR-300' exhibited by Zhou Qingfeng is electronic tube technology, adjustable in frequency, and can communicate within [-] kilometers when connected to an antenna.Its weight is optimized to less than nine kilograms, making it much more comfortable to carry.

The handheld PRC-6 weighs only 1.2 kilograms, and it can also adjust the frequency, and the call distance is five kilometers.

Considering the logistical difficulties of the Volunteer Army, both radio devices use lead-acid batteries, which can be charged with a hand-cranked generator if necessary.

A cadre in uniform took the PRC-6 from Zhou Qingfeng, grinning from ear to ear, and asked again as if he had lost his memory: "How much is this?"

"There are [-] walkie-talkies, each equipped with three spare batteries. Every ten sets are equipped with a simple hand generator." Zhou Qingfeng replied.He also demonstrated the use of frequency modulation between walkie-talkies on the spot, which is very convenient, just turn a button.

This is a tactical radio device for the front line. It does not have an encryption and decryption module. It is light, durable and durable.Thin steel metal casing, no expense spared on materials.

China in '2002' did not produce such backward equipment for a long time.

But the superior ordered that the military factory come up with a design modification plan within 24 hours, and complete the production within 48 hours, ensuring that the goods will arrive within a week.

The cabin of the 57-ton cargo ship was very large. Zhou Qingfeng walked a distance among the stacked wooden boxes, and shouted: "We not only brought radio equipment, but also 18mm American M[-] recoilless guns."

This gun was chosen because it is the current active equipment of the U.S. military, and captured ammunition can be used.Moreover, the arsenal in the Northeast is also imitating, and the ammunition produced can also be used.

But no expense was spared, the aided gun was also optimized. The gun body only weighed [-] kg, and the gun mount was [-] kg, which was very light.

In order to be able to deal with the US tanks on the Korean battlefield, the military workers in '2002' equipped it with an expensive six-fold sight, and optimized its armor-piercing shells to ensure an effective range of 3000 meters and a penetration depth of 150 mm.

When necessary, this gun can be carried on the shoulder and used. The advantage is that it is flexible and can follow the infantry squad.

"We brought 18 M20s, plus [-] rounds of shells. There are high-explosive shells for infantry and fortifications, and armor-piercing shells for tanks."

Zhou Qingfeng patted the packing wooden box, very proud of it.

Considering the long training time of mortars, it is far less easy to use than direct-pointing artillery. In addition, RPG-7 has not yet appeared, and RPG-2 is not reliable.In order to simplify logistics, they simply brought only the M18.

This batch of ammunition was redesigned and manufactured in a short period of time, but several domestic military factories were mobilized to start work at the same time, and all were completed in 96 hours.

This is both radio and artillery, which is exactly the equipment that is urgently needed in the current Korean battlefield.The uniformed cadres who walked into the cabin fumbled here and there, as if they were walking into the treasure house of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

A cadre in military uniform held Zhou Qingfeng's hand, shook it vigorously, and said with moist eyes, "We have never seen tens of thousands of radio stations at one time, and thousands of artillery piled up together."

Zhou Qingfeng laughed, and waved his hand, "It's nothing, there are some medicines at the back of the cabin, mainly ten tons of penicillin."

The officer in uniform who was shaking hands stopped and asked, "How much? Ten boxes?"

"Ten tons."

"Ten kilograms?"

"Ten tons."

"Ten tons really? When will penicillin be counted in tons?"

Chapter 06 Blow it, no tax anyway!

One gram of penicillin powder contains about 160 million units.

In the early days of World War II, the production of penicillin was not high, and 20 units could save a life.When it was expensive, it cost 20 dollars a needle.

Ten tons of penicillin is worth as much as $16 billion, enough to buy more than 5000 Tiger tanks.

Of course, the United States found high-efficiency strains and suitable culture media in the late World War II, and the penicillin mass production technology made a huge breakthrough.

Its price plummeted during the Korean War.The annual output in the United States has exceeded [-] tons, and the price of a needle is less than ten cents.American soldiers no longer regard this anti-inflammatory drug as a precious treasure.

But in China, penicillin could not be produced domestically until 53, and the annual output was only a few tens of kilograms in many years.Its price is still extremely expensive, equivalent to six times its own weight in gold.

Zhou Qingfeng sent over ten tons of penicillin, which was converted into almost sixty tons of gold—if a thousand tons were made of penicillin powder, the country would be almost wealthy.

The officers in uniform who boarded the ship were very aware of the current lack of medical treatment and medicine in the mainland, and they knew even more that penicillin had been cut off from the source of imports, and it was hard to find a single injection.

How many ordinary people died of bacterial infection just because of very small flesh wounds.There is also syphilis, pneumonia, tuberculosis, and meningitis, all of which can save lives with a single injection of penicillin.

Well now, penicillin actually delivered on 't'.

Hearing that it was 'ten tons' of penicillin, a cadre was unsteady on his feet and almost fell down.Looking at the wooden boxes piled up in the spacious cabin of the cargo ship, everyone felt extremely happy.

When I asked in more detail, what was shipped was not an injection, but a powder crystal.

Penicillin powder crystals need to be diluted with normal saline before use. One ton of powder can be diluted to give about 440 million injections, 160 million units per injection.

Now one injection can give at most 80 units, or even 40 units.Calculated in this way, the ten tons of powder can dilute hundreds of millions of doses of penicillin, and at least tens of millions of people can be treated.

All the cadres in the cabin felt dizzy. They never thought that penicillin, which is rarer than gold, would become so abundant one day.

Xiao Jinlang came in from outside the cargo hold, and said: "Xiao Zhou, I'll take Kajia to see Mayor Chen. There are troops from the military control committee coming, and you are in charge of receiving them."

A small black car arrived at the pier, dragged Lao Xiao away, and also took hundreds of kilograms of military maps and a large amount of information about the US military.

Including the formation and equipment of the U.S. military and tactical tactics, domestic understanding of this aspect is actually very scarce, let alone intuitive experience.

In less than half an hour, more than a dozen trucks pulled about one company to take over the pier, and no outsiders were allowed to approach—there are so many enemy agents in Shanghai now, and Kuomintang planes come to bomb from time to time.

The pier is quiet, but the smell of the river is not good, and the street scene on the Bund is not gorgeous.

Zhou Qingfeng and others are used to the prosperity of the 21st century, but although Shanghai is already the most modern city in China, it is still far behind.

The guarded soldiers were scattered around the pier, and the cadres of the military control committee counted the supplies carried off the ship.

The cargo ship is equipped with a crane to lift the boxes down, which is at least much faster than dock workers.At least five tons of penicillin and three radars will be placed in Shanghai.

After all, materials are just a stepping stone, a great gift to close the relationship.Once the things arrived, Zhou Qingfeng and the others could not control how to distribute them, they could only suggest.

In addition, penicillin powder needs to be dissolved and diluted before it can be used. The predecessor of the Shanghai No. [-] Pharmaceutical Factory, the "Penicillin Laboratory", has been established, and this job is just for someone to do.