368: What can 10,000 tons be used for?

Pan Han appeared in the shared rental house, but he was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he lay in his room, resting for a while.

His kidney hurt too much.

This shared rental house was full of his memories. If he smelled carefully, there was still a hint of Yan Xiaoli's perfume.

After playing a few ranked games, a losing streak made him miserable.

“Damn it! As soon as I got ten thousand tons of gold, the damn ranked system started targeting me!” Pan Han threw down his phone and picked up his dedicated phone.

He wanted to notify the Three Elders to get him fighter jets, transport planes, and armed helicopters.

Ouyang Cong would definitely not be able to handle this matter.

After the notification, Pan Han asked the Three Elders for a deadline.

There was no option for not completing this; it had to be completed.

The Three Elders were woken from their sleep, and after hearing the task, they were dumbfounded on the spot!

“What is our Cult Master preparing to do now?” Elder One rubbed his forehead, somewhat wanting to curse, but ultimately held back.

“But the Cult Master said he could give a lot of gold. It wouldn’t disrupt the Knight Order’s normal business accounts and budget,” Elder Three said, as he managed all of the Knight Order’s commercial institutions, and his eyes were full of money.

As long as there was money, it would be easy to handle.

Last time, Pan Han gave 1,000 tons of gold and 5 million tons of oil, which truly helped Elder Two solve many problems.

There was no one in this world who disliked having too much money!

No matter how much money there was, it could always be spent.

How about the Eagle Nation? It held currency hegemony, yet it was still racking up deficits.

Mainly, spending money was truly addictive!

“The Cult Master didn’t seem to say exactly how much he wanted, so does that mean just getting some is fine?” Elder Two, not yet fully awake, had a buzzing head.

“Elder Two! Are you old and useless?” Elder One handed him a pack of cigarettes, with a look of disdain.

“You’re the one who’s old! I’m five years younger than you,” Elder Two retorted angrily, but still took the cigarette and lit one.

“Then why are you talking nonsense?”

“What’s wrong? Just say it directly.”

“Brother, the Cult Master didn’t say how much he wanted, but it’s not just a little. It’s the more, the better! Do you understand?” Elder One smiled bitterly and shook his head, unable to resist lighting a cigarette himself.

“Holy crap!” Elder Two suddenly understood, feeling a chill down his spine.

“Have you realized?”

“Transport planes are fine. But fighter jets and armed helicopters are all tightly tied up by orders from various countries’ militaries! How can we get them for the Cult Master?” Elder Two also started rubbing his head.

“We can only buy them from second-tier arms dealers. But they are all obsolete goods. I don’t know if the Cult Master will want them,” Elder Three thought for a moment and offered a solution.

“The Cult Master didn’t state any requirements, so, perhaps, probably, he might want them,” Elder One said with great uncertainty.

After speaking, the Three Elders looked at each other and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

They even found this matter somewhat comical.

He didn’t say what he wanted to do, but just asked for fighter jets right away.

The previous batch of tanks was one thing, they could find a small country’s president to go through the formalities as cover.

“Forget it, forget it! Our new Cult Master wiped out the Myanmar Northern Region a while ago. It’s said his methods are astonishing. What else can us old farts do besides serving him well? This world will belong to the young people sooner or later,” Elder One laughed until tears came out, but his eyes became even more resolute.

“Then let’s get them for him! Get as many as we can! At worst, we’ll just turn the world upside down.”

“Let’s do it!”

Pan Han naturally didn't know what the Three Elders were saying.

As the Cult Master, he only needed to see the results. And he couldn't explain what he was doing.

When the time came, he would just use gold to smash these old guys!

Was a thousand tons enough? If not, then two thousand tons!

It was just money!

Sure enough, an hour later, the Three Elders sent a message:

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

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

However, the fighter jets were a bit lacking; they weren’t up to fourth-generation aircraft.

There were also no heavy fighter jets; it was merely better than nothing.

Armed helicopters were good things; if it were an ordinary base, two or three could destroy it.

It seemed the weapons were a bit too few, only 10,000 tons, not enough for many rounds of bombing.

“Damn it, I’m not short on money! They’re being stingy.” Pan Han firmly believed in one principle: if you’re poor, you infiltrate and outflank; if you’re rich, you use overwhelming firepower.

Since he was going to attack the Three States, 3.5 million square kilometers, what was 10,000 tons of weapons enough for??

So he picked up his phone and ordered the Three Elders: “Everything else remains unchanged; increase ammunition to 100,000 tons.”

Unexpectedly, the Three Elders immediately replied, saying no problem.

Pan Han threw down his phone and stood stunned: “These old foxes. They knew I would increase the amount, so they deliberately said less! They’re so cunning.”

When it came to being a person, Pan Han was still far behind them.

However, 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 people to transport it away.

Pan Han didn’t care for gold at all; in the apocalypse, even dogs wouldn’t want it.

He had previously ordered the Dawn Squad to prepare all kinds of intelligence for one month, and the remaining month would be perfect for training troops.

Unifying All States and unifying the entire country were completely different concepts and could not be compared.

In the apocalypse, Da Hua Country was too vast, and its nationalities, local customs, and cultural habits were extremely complex.

Almost every state had a strong sense of local identity.

It was fine for them to fight amongst themselves, but if outsiders looked down on them, it was absolutely unacceptable!

They would fight to the death.

Therefore, if the Dawn Army wanted to conquer the other Three States, the brutality of the fighting would increase exponentially.

In the battle to unify Hanoi State, many forces surrendered at the news.

The other Three States would probably fight to the bitter end!

Two hours later, Pan Han boarded a private jet bound for Knight Island.

Now there were basically no bodyguards left on the island, only some service personnel.

By the time Pan Han landed, it was almost midnight.

He took advantage of this time to put 2,000 tons of gold into the warehouse and notified the Elder Council to handle it themselves.

Just as he was about to sleep, the Bodyguard Captain sent a situation report.

The Myanmar Northern Region army was advancing very quickly, and if the Knight Order did not intervene, only a small amount of territory would likely be left.

Pan Han looked at the message and then opened the map to study it carefully.

“Chief, it’s your turn to step in now.” After much thought, Pan Han decided to ask Dragon Country for help.

Previously, the actual control area of the Myanmar Northern Region warlords was about 38,000 square kilometers. The Myanmar government and army had never been able to intervene.

This time, after Pan Han eliminated the warlords, he could make some concessions.

The Myanmar government could take back 8,000 square kilometers, and he would keep 30,000 square kilometers.

Pan Han could even offer Myanmar some compensation, but as for the details of how to negotiate, he fully entrusted it to the Committee.

After sending the negotiation details and general ideas to Guo Jing, the other party quickly replied, saying that the plan would be reported tomorrow.

By the time everything was done, it was past one in the morning.

Pan Han went to the villa balcony, looked at the bright moon in the sky, listened to the sound of the waves, and leisurely smoked a cigarette.

Now that several mission lines were progressing, his time was limited, and he needed to sort out what to focus on.