Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

The Unreliable Commander-in-Chief only has a headache, but Prime Minister Asan, the White Elephant, is in heartache at this moment.

Compared with the unreliable commander, he was the first to know the bad news announced by Baba Yang.

Surprisingly... Surprisingly, Singh guessed it right.

Daxia and Babayang have joined forces.

Sitting in the office, he looked solemn, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

On the desk in front of him was the most detailed information about Baba Yang’s announcement that he would conduct joint military exercises with Daxia.

This news was like a bombshell, instantly exploding Bai Xiang Asan's domestic public opinion field and making him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Too many enemies, and you will eventually be attacked back!"

Dimo murmured to himself, his voice filled with deep helplessness and despair.

The office door was pushed open, and Chief Singh walked in, sweating profusely and looking a little embarrassed.

"Your Excellency."

Singh's voice trembled as he took out an invitation letter and placed it on Modi's desk, explaining:

"This is an invitation letter from the Daxia military, hoping that I can go and observe Daxia's military exercises... How do you think I should respond?"

Prime Minister Dimo's eyes slowly moved away from the intelligence about the joint military exercise between Babayang and Daxia, and focused on the invitation letter handed over by Minister Singh. He picked up the invitation letter and read the contents carefully, frowning, as if thinking about some important decision.

"Singer, the current situation is just as you expected."

Dimo slowly put down the invitation letter in his hand, raised his head, stared at Singer, and said with a hint of weakness: "How is your plan to increase troops going now?"

Singh wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand and replied:

“Sir, our plan to increase our forces is already underway at full speed.

Today, we have assembled more than 200,000 troops in the eastern border area and 250,000 troops in the west.

Subsequently, nearly 200,000 troops will reinforce the eastern and western fronts respectively.

At the same time, the Air Force has also stepped up patrols in the area. Our logistics supply lines have also been strengthened to ensure the supply of materials to the front-line troops."

At this point, Singh's face became more and more worried. He lowered his head and spoke with a hint of trepidation:

"However, due to the high-intensity reconnaissance of the Air Force in the past few days, three fighter planes have crashed... and I have arranged for people to sort out our ammunition inventory. If a war breaks out...

The existing ammunition inventory can only meet the consumption of nearly 700,000 troops on the front line for half a month at most..."

Singh's head lowered lower and lower...

"You..." Dimo's face turned pale in an instant, his old eyes flashing with a hint of red light like an old wolf devouring people. He didn't expect Singer to be so bold and embezzle money to this extent.

If it weren't for the great pressure from Daxia and Babayang this time, he would probably have kept it secret.

"Are you sure this is the latest data?" Dimo's eyes flashed with a murderous cold light, and he stared coldly and ruthlessly at the trembling chiefs of the three armed forces.

Just now he thought that this guy was sweating profusely when he came in because he was busy with military affairs recently. Now it seems that he is frightened because he can no longer hide it.

"Yes... Your Excellency, facing the impending crisis of national destruction, I dare not hide anything from you." Singh buried his head and answered in a low voice.

"You really know how to pick the time." Dimo ​​took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth, but had to swallow his anger.

Not to mention that there is no general to replace in the military, even if there are backup candidates, it is impossible to temporarily replace the general in the face of such a crisis.

Besides, the corruption of the White Elephant Indian military is known to the world, and it will be almost the same no matter who comes to power.

This is a rotten thing to the core. Not to mention Dimo, even if their Lord Shiva appeared in the world, there would be no solution.

I just hope Singh is full and doesn’t eat in such an ugly way later on.

"Let's forget about this matter, but I hope you will remember the lesson. You should know that my tolerance is limited."

There was a warning in Dimo's voice. He took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and continued:

“Singh, our current ammunition inventory levels are a serious problem.

You must take immediate action to ensure that our frontline troops are not put on the defensive due to ammunition shortages.

Immediately seek emergency assistance from the international community, especially those countries that can provide ammunition and military supplies."

Singh raised his head as if he had been pardoned, gazed at Dimo ​​with gratitude, and quickly told him his remedy: "Sir, I have sent letters to suppliers in various countries, telling them our order quantity... They all agreed readily. As long as you ask the Ministry of Finance to transfer the funds to their accounts, they will ship the goods immediately."

"How much money do you need?"

Dimo felt a sudden panic for no reason, swallowed and asked.

“The amount of money we need is very large.”

Chief Singh hesitated for a moment, then said, "If we follow our ordering plan, we will need at least 5 billion US dollars to purchase enough ammunition and military supplies...

Of course, this number will be adjusted based on actual demand, but it will only be more, not less.”

"Five billion dollars!"

Dimo felt as if an invisible needle had pierced his heart fiercely. The pain spread instantly, his face turned pale, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Five billion dollars..."

Dimo's voice was low and trembling, and he seemed to be trying to digest the shock of this number. His heart was filled with complex emotions, surprise, anger, and despair intertwined, forming an indescribable pressure.

"These vampires, where am I going to get you five billion dollars!"

Dimo was furious. He slammed his hands on the desk and shouted heartbreakingly: "I will give these five billion dollars to Daxia, and I think they will end this damn exercise."

"you say!"

Dimo's angry eyes flashed with blazing fire. He pointed at Singh with his right hand, his face grim: "Are you... lining your own pockets and planning to make a fortune from the national crisis?"

Singh lowered his head, not daring to look Dimo ​​in the eye.

How could he possibly give an explanation to his subordinates if he missed such a God-given opportunity?

Everyone knows the principle of plucking feathers from passing geese!

There are many departments involved in arms procurement, and everyone tacitly adds layers of costs.

He Singh is just a leader.

However, how could he tell Dimo ​​about this? He could just blame it on the arms dealers who dragged them into corruption.

"Sir, this purchase was mainly because we had a large quantity and a tight schedule, so the suppliers took the opportunity to raise the price by 50%."

Singh looked at Dimo ​​sincerely and said, "I assure you that there is absolutely no corruption in our military. It's those damned Western capitalists who took advantage of the situation to add insult to injury."