I build a red alert base in the Golden Triangle

Chapter 209

: Changes in the Golden Triangle

Eastern Shan State, Mongla Port.

Buzz buzz——

Several heavy-duty trucks are passing through the port bridge, carrying dozens of tons of iron ore from Myanmar.

“There are so many heavy-duty trucks.” A young man beside Liu Xiao sighed with emotion in the port waiting area.

Liu Xiao looked back and saw those heavy trucks being guided by several staff members. After crossing the port bridge, they drove into a flat area by the river.

Even here at the port, you can vaguely see mountains of iron ore.

There is a newly established iron ore trading area. The iron ore transported from Jingdong will be temporarily stored here, and then transported by the three major steel groups in Longguo, Kunming Iron and Steel Group, Panzhihua Iron and Steel Group, and Liuzhou Iron and Steel Group. Transported away by heavy convoy.

However, it is not transported directly to the steelmaking plants of the three major steel groups, but to a railway station more than 100 kilometers away, where it is loaded and then transported to the three major steel groups via railway lines.

Liu Xiao had previously gone to Jingdong with Zhang Shaoqian through private business activities and learned some inside stories.

There are two reasons why these iron ore trades are so complicated.

First, there is no direct railway line to the Mongla Port, so this section must be transported by truck.

Second, the three major steel groups need to conduct inventory and spot checks on the iron ore shipped from the legion-controlled area, which means that some procedures at the transit port must be followed.

But when I left Jingdong, I didn’t realize that the iron ore trade was so huge now?

In just half an hour of waiting here, several heavy trucks must have carried more than a hundred tons of iron ore.

Liu Xiao casually picked up the camera and took a photo.

“Okay, you can pass.” At this time, the port staff finished the procedures and said to Liu Xiao and others.

“Okay, thank you!” Liu Xiao and others took various documents and returned to the car.

Their two SUVs were also inspected and were only released now.

“I’m really looking forward to it. I haven’t been to the Golden Triangle yet.” The young man who just spoke asked Liu Xiao while driving: “Brother Liu, I heard that you just interviewed the leader of the legion a month ago. Are you really about the same age as me?”

Hearing this, Liu Xiao smiled: “Of course, aren’t you very curious? You can come with me during the next interview and you can see it.”

The young man driving the car is named Ma Tiancheng. He has just graduated two years ago and has worked as a foreign reporter in Eagle Country. He is also a little guy who likes to run to war-torn areas.

During the riots in Detroit, Eagle Country, he followed Liu Xiao and did interviews and on-site reporting among the rioters.

When Liu Xiao selected his entourage this time, he took the initiative to sign up.

As soon as the convoy of Liu Xiao and four people passed the port, several legion soldiers came towards them from the opposite side.

Ma Tiancheng braked nervously. Liu Xiao patted his shoulder to comfort him, then opened the door and got out of the car.

“Sir Guan, I didn’t expect to meet again!” Liu Xiao got out of the car and walked directly to the legion officer opposite, took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, and handed a cigarette to him.

“Why is it you again? Is your news agency empty?” Guan Chang smiled and took the cigarette.

Liu Xiao spent many days in the legion-controlled area and had contact with legion soldiers. He knew that it was nothing to exchange a single cigarette between friends, but if he gave a whole pack of cigarettes, he would be easily investigated by the gendarmerie.

He was sometimes curious about how the Legion maintained this tradition.

“Hey, I can’t help it. I also want to rest for a few more days. It’s not like you fought too fast. Naypyidaw has been captured. The next step is to establish a new regime.” Liu Xiao shrugged.

The last time he and Zhang Shaoqian and his party crossed the port, Chief Guan also came to pick them up, so he asked curiously: “Is Chief Guan still picking us up this time?”

Guan Chang shook his head, exhaled a breath of smoke and said: “I am now decentralized and serve as the deputy commander of the border defense here. I happened to meet you on patrol this time. Don’t worry, I will send someone to protect you when you go to Jingdong, Jingdong.” There are flights to Naypyitaw.”

Listening to Guan Chang’s words, Liu Xiao quickly analyzed several key pieces of information.

The last time he came, he remembered that this person was still a major staff officer, and now he was the deputy commander, and it seemed that he was not disappointed that he could not go to the front line to make contributions.

Then the flights to Jingdong were opened, which showed that the Corps basically controlled the air superiority in the control area very well and was very confident that it would open flights during such a war period.

And it also shows that the air defense system of the Burmese army was basically wiped out by the army.

After chatting for a while, Liu Xiao said goodbye to Guan Chang. A wheeled armored vehicle guided the convoy of Liu Xiao and others.

Soon the convoy passed through the urban area of Mongla County unimpeded and began to follow the highway deep into the Golden Triangle area.

“The people here feel no different from our small border town over there.” While driving, Ma Tiancheng looked at the shops on both sides of the road, various photos with Chinese characters, and familiar bosses with regional accents selling goods. The sound made him think that he had not left the country yet.

“｀. There are many Chinese in the Golden Triangle. It is initially estimated that there are more than 1.2 million or more than 1.4 million in northern Myanmar. There are more than 2 million Chinese in Myanmar as a whole, accounting for about 5% of the total population of Myanmar. , and there are more people in northern Myanmar who can speak Chinese.” Liu Xiao also turned his head and looked at the Chinese character signs outside the window.

When I came last time, there were still some signboards in Burmese and Shan characters, but now I rarely see them.

For comparison, in the past there were at least five signs with Chinese characters among the ten signboards, but now there are at least seven or eight signs with Chinese characters among the ten signboards.

Moreover, in the past, some Chinese characters appeared on signboards as subsidiary text. For example, the main text of a signboard was Burmese, and then there were several lines of smaller text, with Chinese characters among them.

But now, Chinese characters occupy the mainstream and bulk of signboards, and other characters have become small characters.

This is also the influence of Han culture.

The convoy soon arrived at the outskirts of Mongla County, where several heavy-duty transport trucks were parked on the roadside.

There are several small restaurants on the roadside, and there are many stainless steel pots filled with large pots of vegetables, both meat and vegetables. The truck drivers are shirtless and use Long Yuan to buy meals from the boss. Ten yuan can buy a large pot of rice. , a combination of meat and vegetables, and you can drink bone soup to avoid having to drink it.

Of course, drinks are indispensable. Longguo drivers gathered together in twos and threes, drinking cold beer and chatting while eating. From time to time, several people laughed.

The owners and waiters of the small restaurant also used proficient Chinese to communicate with these truck drivers who were obviously from the Dragon Kingdom.

Liu Xiao couldn’t help but think of the young man he had met in Jingdong.

If his rule can last even ten or twenty years, then at least half of the population in Myanmar will be able to speak Chinese.