Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

Chapter 615 Victory

He's not a Bharata. He got involved entirely because the Chinese military is now on the side of the Bharata government forces, so Jiang Nian naturally wants to do something for the Bharata government forces' victory.

As for anything else, he doesn't plan to get involved.

Otherwise, Bharata's government forces would seem too incompetent.

In the days that followed, Jiang Nian did not go to the battlefield again, but stayed in the villa that Salman Qi had arranged for him, leisurely enjoying the flowers and watching movies.

He Chenguang didn't rush back to China, but stayed here instead.

On the surface, it was said to be to convey a message between China and Salman Qi, but only He Chenguang and Jiang Nian knew the real reason.

In Bangladesh.

In his own office, everything on the desk had been smashed and thrown on the floor; he was furious.

The sudden appearance of US tanks on the government forces' side directly led to a series of defeats for the anti-government armed forces. What angered Bangladesh even more was that the US has yet to give them a clear answer.

Those are tanks from the US, and they're exactly the same as the ones supplied to them.

No matter how you look at it, this was all done by someone within the US.

Bangladesh is now even starting to wonder if the United States doesn't actually want the government forces or its side to win completely, but rather wants to maintain a balance between the two sides and prevent either side from becoming too powerful.

This would keep Bharata in a state of constant civil war, which would be a very favorable situation for the United States to control Bharata.

After all, a country can only truly become strong after it is unified.

And it is clear that the United States does not want Brahma to become powerful.

Although he understands this principle, Bangladesh is still furious.

He had just spoken to someone in the US, but the implication was that Bangladesh was a bunch of useless good-for-nothings who were always dependent on the US for arms supplies.

If Bangladesh had a choice right now, it would really like to sever all ties with the United States, and it could even say defiantly that it doesn't want anything the other country gives it.

But Bangladesh didn't have the confidence, so after hanging up the phone call from the US, he could only vent his anger on the things in his room.

Seeing the mess on the ground, Bangladesh still couldn't vent his anger, so he called his men over.

"How are the tanks damaged by the government forces being repaired?"

Bangladesh knows that it can no longer rely on the US. To defeat the government forces, they still need these six tanks. At the very least, these six tanks can maintain a balance of power, giving them time to negotiate with the US.

"Reporting to the commander, the tanks... the tanks aren't repaired yet. The maintenance crew sent word that they can't fix them."

The Bangladeshi subordinate stared at the shards on the ground, his eyelids twitching incessantly, and whispered with his head down.

Bangladeshi men didn't understand what their subordinates were saying at first, and only realized what the other party meant when they were about to get angry.

"Damn it, what's wrong with these repairmen? It's just a tank, how come they can't fix it? Are you telling me this tank is completely totaled?"

After slamming his hand on the table, Bangladesh roared angrily at his men.

He couldn't believe it. This was a tank from the United States. Even if the government forces were lucky enough to hit the tank's gun barrel, it couldn't possibly destroy the tank completely. How could it not be repaired?

Moreover, these maintenance personnel were specially sent by the United States. If even they can't fix it, wouldn't that mean the tank is completely scrapped?

"Yes... yes, that's exactly what they said."

Despite the overwhelming pressure from Bangladesh, his subordinates still answered in trembling voices.

Bangladesh suddenly deflated and waved to his men.

"I know, you go down first."

After his subordinate left the office, Bangladeshi slumped into a chair, feeling a terrible headache. Three of the six tanks were already totaled, and the repair crew sent by the US couldn't fix them. Did he have no choice but to back down?

With his hands clenched into fists, Bangladesh absolutely refused to believe that this was how things would end up.

They were clearly the ones who kept winning!

Compared to the government forces, the anti-government armed forces occupy the most territory. The government forces have already occupied very little land; if they win just one more battle, they can completely defeat the government forces and win the entire war.

But now, just when victory seemed within reach, they were dealt a crushing blow, told that defeat was imminent. How could Bangladesh possibly bear such an outcome?

He was furious, he roared, he wanted to rush forward and fight Salman Chi to the death. But reason held him back, telling Bengal that he couldn't be so reckless and that he had to calm down.

He wanted to call someone in, but then he realized he had smashed the phone on the table. He stood up angrily, rushed to the door, and opened it.

"Come in."

After yelling at his subordinates standing at the door in a very unpleasant tone, Bangladesh returned to his office.

"Commander, is there anything you need to order?"

Bangladesh's subordinate walked in tremblingly. He had heard everything that happened in the office clearly; Bangladesh was currently furious, and no one dared to offend him.

"Go and find out which arms dealer the government forces are colluding with, and from whom they bought the tanks. Find out exactly what happened to the government forces in the past week."

Bangladesh suppressed his anger and calmed down.

The US side vehemently denies that the tanks supplied to the government forces were provided by them.

Since they don't acknowledge it, we'll investigate ourselves. He refused to believe that he couldn't find out the information on his own.

It must be said that the people in Bangladesh are quite fast and efficient.

Although they were a step too late, they still managed to transmit the information they had gathered to Bangladesh a day later.

"Mr. An? How does this arms dealer have American tanks?"

After reviewing the information sent back by his subordinates, Bangladesh muttered the name to himself and said in a low voice.

As the leader of an anti-government armed group, Bangladesh naturally knows many arms dealers.

He had heard of Mr. An; he was indeed an arms dealer, but he didn't make a name for himself internationally and seemed to have always kept a low profile.

This sudden appearance, and the direct sale of six American tanks to the Bharata government forces... Could it be that Mr. An is actually a member of the American military in disguise?

Bengal's feet were covered with cigarette butts, but he still couldn't calm down.

He can't even trust the US anymore.

After sitting in his office for ages, Bangladesh finally got Sam's contact information. He was going to contact Mr. Dark's people right now, immediately. Sam was also taken aback when he received the call from Bangladesh, but he quickly realized—it must be about Mr. Dark's weapons.

Sam has been keeping a close eye on the Bharata civil war ever since Mr. Dark said he would sell tanks to the government forces.

After all, before seeing the US tanks with his own eyes, Sam was still somewhat skeptical that Mr. Dark could actually produce tanks. Because these weren't ordinary tanks, but US tanks.

Because he had been paying close attention to the war, Sammong learned about the situation on the battlefield immediately—the Bharata government forces had indeed acquired six tanks.

This alone was enough to shock Sam. He silently shuddered and made a decision: he would never appear wherever Mr. Darkness appeared again.

After all, he was just a small-time arms dealer, while Mr. An was clearly more than just a simple arms dealer. He couldn't afford to offend an arms organization capable of producing six US tanks at once.

After learning that Bangladesh wanted Mr. Dark's contact information, Sam hesitated for a long time.

As the leader of the anti-government armed forces, Bangladesh is a representative of the capitalist side. It may not have much in terms of its own resources, but it has the support of countless wealthy people and is definitely not short of money.

Tempted by the money, Sam hesitated for a long time before finally giving Mr. Dark's contact information.

Sam felt quite fortunate at that moment, because he had gotten Mr. Dark's contact information with the intention of befriending him.

Clutching the number Sam had given him, Bangladesh hesitated for a long time before finally dialing it.

At this moment, Jiang Nian was still watching a movie in the villa. He didn't know that the contact information that An Yang left for Sam Meng was actually Jiang Nian's own number.

So when Jiang Nian received the call from Bangladesh, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Hello, are you Mr. An? I am the leader of the Bharata rebels, from Bengal."

The words on the other end of the phone startled Jiang Nian. Why would Bangladesh call him? And why would they call him "Mr. Dark" directly?

A smile crept onto Jiang Nian's lips; she thought, "This is getting interesting."

"Yes, that's me. What can I do for you?"

The deep voice came through the microphone, making it impossible for Bangladeshi people to discern the other person's true emotions.

"That's right. I heard you sold six tanks from the US to the Bharata government forces. I just wanted to ask if you have any other tanks? We can buy them at a higher price."

Bangladesh cautiously inquired. In truth, this was merely a test. If this Mr. An was truly an imposter from the US military, he certainly wouldn't easily agree to his request.

"Of course I have tanks, it just depends on whether you can pay a high enough price."

After Bengal finished speaking, Jiang chuckled and said casually.

"We are willing to pay twice the price to buy tanks."

Upon hearing Jiang Nian's words, Bangladesh was secretly pleased. It seemed that this Mr. An might have connections with the US military, but he was probably more concerned with his own interests.

This convinced Bangladesh that the government's financial support was far inferior to their own. Thinking of this, he was overjoyed and even began to consider how many tanks he could buy from Mr. An.

"Sure. I'll send you an address. Come to this place in person to talk to me. As long as I'm satisfied, I can meet your requirements and sell you the tank."

They really are those wealthy capitalists!

Jiang Nian sighed inwardly. Back then, when Bharata bought tanks, the price was only increased by five percent. But now, in Bangladesh, the price had doubled.

Jiang Nian certainly wouldn't refuse such a good opportunity.

Bangladesh was overjoyed. "Yes, Mr. Dark, I will definitely arrive at the place you designated on time."

Unexpectedly, this Mr. An was so easy to talk to that Bangladeshi man hung up the phone almost happily.

Soon, he received a message on his phone with only a simple address.

He Chenguang had been sitting next to Jiang Nian drinking tea, so he overheard Jiang Nian's conversation with Meng Bang. He looked at Jiang Nian with a complicated expression, unable to understand what Jiang Nian was up to.

"Brother Jiang, didn't we support the government forces of Bharata? Why are you still doing business with Bangladesh?"

He Chenguang was someone who couldn't keep a secret, so after his expression changed several times, he still couldn't help but ask Jiang Nian.

“We do support the government forces, that’s true, but that doesn’t stop me from making money in Bangladesh.”

In response to He Chenguang's question, Jiang Nian simply shrugged and said with a smile.

He Chenguang said, "Why is it so hard to understand when talking to smart people?"

His mind really couldn't keep up with Jiang Nian's pace.

Jiang Nian didn't intend to explain too much to He Chenguang; she simply smiled and went into her room.

“An Yang, I’m planning to do business with Bangladesh and sell them a few tanks.”

After entering the room, Jiang Nian immediately dialed An Yang's number and got straight to the point.

"You can make the decision yourself; you don't need to report this to me."

An Yang, on the other end of the phone, was not surprised by Jiang Nian's words at all, and calmly replied.

Now it was Jiang Nian's turn to be puzzled. Wasn't An Yang's attitude towards him a little too permissive?

"Dark Ocean, what exactly are you trying to do? Now that you've already made deals with the government forces, how can you let me continue doing business with Bangladesh?"

"We're arms dealers. We work with whoever pays the most. Whether Bharata is chaotic or not is none of my business."

An Yang's tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion, but Jiang Nian sensed a hint of indifference in it.

He then realized that he had been led astray by He Chenguang's question, which was why he had asked An Yang that question.

The Shadow organization is no ordinary small group; its influence extends almost globally.

For the Dark Ocean, the more internal strife a country like Bharata experiences, the more advantageous it is. Only in this way can they amass more wealth and resources.

Jiang Nian chose a desolate mountaintop as the meeting place with Bangladesh.

This hilltop is a no-man's-land; neither government troops nor anti-government forces have ever come here—simply because it's so remote.

After studying the entire map of Bharata, Jiang Nian finally chose this location. (End of Chapter)