Mosquito felt that trading one Goblin-brand excavator for one Conqueror 10 tank was already a very fair offer.
They both had two tracks. Was a one-for-one trade really that outrageous?
Not outrageous at all, okay?
He had not even factored in depreciation.
Besides, the Legion's tanks were the kind made in huge quantities—nothing particularly dazzling in terms of cutting-edge technology. Their only real selling point was their absurdly high effective armor thickness.
He had only one use for these things after buying them: selling them in the Paro Province.
Other than the warlords there, probably no one would be interested in them.
However, what he had not expected was for this Velander to be so ungrateful that he angrily shook off his hand.
"Get lost!"
One excavator in exchange for one tank—and a Conqueror 10 heavy tank at that!
To him, that offer was practically an insult!
Seeing that the deal was about to fall through, Mosquito grew anxious, but he did not lose heart. He quickly grabbed the man again and said.
"Brother, don't rush to refuse. Let me break it down for you. By the time you haul all this equipment back from the front line to the rear, you could build another batch with the money spent. Even if you don't sell it to me, it'll just be scrapped on the spot. Why not make some money while you can?"
The moment the squad leader heard that, he could not help but snap.
"What do you mean, make some money?! Tell me, how does trading a tank for an excavator make money?! Can't I sell it myself?!"
Mosquito grinned and said.
"Ahem, but you need somewhere to sell it first... You people don't have ships or railways, so you can't haul them very far. Who else besides