People fight, but they use Japanese weapons produced by the Chinese. It’s really strange.”

"Don't be surprised. Just obey the order and destroy the British. Then we can go home."

Hase Shinzo threw away the cigarette that had burned to his fingertips. He had not tasted smoke for several years. He was given these things as soon as he arrived in Myanmar. It seemed that General Takutada at least valued Japanese soldiers like himself.

It's all a war anyway, and you will do whatever the empire orders you to do. If you die, I hope the heroic spirit can return to Japan.

"General, this is a report on the recovery training of the Japanese Volunteer Army."

A Chinese staff officer of the Myanmar People's Army walked into Tuo Zhong's office and reported in fluent Chinese. Everyone in the military department of the Myanmar People's Army knew that General Tuo Zhong admired China extremely and liked to communicate with those who were hired with high salaries from China.

The military veterans communicated in authentic Chinese. Of course, in fact, many of Tuozhong's soldiers were Burmese from the China-Myanmar border, and many of them even spoke Chinese, not Burmese, from birth.

"Well, let's see how they recover."

Tuo Zhong took the report and looked through it carefully. Only these "retired veterans" from China could produce the dozens of pages of detailed reports and let the indigenous officers and soldiers of Myanmar do it. Most of them could not even write.

"Very good, these Japanese are recovering well." Tuozhong looked at the data analysis and the final summary report in his hands, and couldn't help but secretly thought, the Japanese are really as stubborn as Xiaoqiang, and they have been unfamiliar with military things for several years.

Yes, but it’s only been a week since I resumed training.

"Army, heavy cross-country, and artillery subjects all quickly reached a high level. "Order, these Japanese are going to fight for us against the British, so let them eat well, drink well, and use our own cigarettes.

It’s not worth anything anyway, so give them more.”

"The general seems to hate the Japanese too?" the staff officer smiled with interest.

"Yes, although I am not Chinese, I hate them as much as you do. There is no reason." Tuozhong waved his hand like a far-sighted general and said, "The gun is in the hands of the enemy, and it is used to kill us.

But now, the Japanese gun is in our hands. Let us use it to take the British lives."

"Yes, General."

Half a month later, in Mengmi, more than 100 kilometers away from the headquarters of the Myanmar People's Army, a British regiment was preparing to set off on a defense line along the mountains. This is their forward position. They started from here two years ago.

Set off and continue to fight against the Myanmar People's Army on the opposite side who also relies on the mountains to build a field defense line.

"Lieutenant Colonel Meen, how many damn Burmese monkeys do you think we will capture this time?"

The speaker was Major Bacon, the staff officer of this infantry regiment, which was mainly composed of British people.

Lieutenant Colonel Meen put down his telescope, pointed at the mountains opposite, and said, "I bet we will capture a battalion of them, or even more."

"Yes, as long as we don't encounter their main force, we will win every battle."

As soon as Major Bacon finished speaking, Lieutenant Colonel Meen smiled meaningfully, yes, wasn't this how the battles for more than two years were fought?

The Burmese people tightened their defense lines and tightened their defenses in the Golden Triangle area east of Mandalay-Lashio. However, in order to report to their superiors and to have a decent battlefield report, the British team suffered several defeats on the battlefield and suffered heavy losses.

, actually achieved a tacit understanding with the Burmese people.

The British tried to put the People's Army back instead of catching them and shooting or imprisoning them on the spot. Gradually, the Burmese People's Army also began to put some of the troops in front to give the British military merits. The captured Burmese people were

After the British put it back, they were able to return to the position within two days.

Therefore, the Myanmar War dragged on for two years, leading to this extremely strange situation. What is even more shocking is that the British Far East Army Command, which has extremely heavy bureaucracy, actually had no knowledge of this matter. The grassroots level of the British army

In order to reduce sacrifices, the battalion commanders released prisoners of war, using the reasons that the march with the prisoners of war was not smooth, or that the captives were peasants who had taken up arms, so the weapons were confiscated and punishments were given.

However, when the negotiations between Tuozhong and the British "government" finally broke down, this situation began to gradually disappear. Of course, the cunning middle- and lower-level officers of the British army still believed that fighting the natives in the jungles of the Far East was simply too much.

It's a shame and a waste of life. Of course they can find some very good solutions.

For example, Lieutenant Colonel Meen and Staff Bacon, before launching this attack, investigated the troop deployment of the Burmese people on the opposite side, deliberately avoided several difficult sections, and specifically selected the weakest defensive zone to attack.

On the battlefield, we are going to capture some indigenous peasant soldiers and put an end to the problem.

"For the honor of the empire on which the sun never sets, I order you: attack!!"

When Lieutenant Colonel Meen stood there majestically with his saber in hand and ordered the troops to attack the several hills ahead, he returned to the command post before the troops even started climbing.

In his opinion, his group of British soldiers know how to save their lives better than he does. They will take care of everything. It is best if they can attack. If things don't go well, they will retreat without his own orders. And what he needs to do is,

Just give him a few words of reprimand when the time comes. Of course, if he brings back a prisoner, he will be rewarded generously.

When the British finally braved sparse gunfire and "risked their lives" in the familiar peasant army-style "shooting" to rush to a place only a few dozen meters away from the Burmese position on the top of the mountain, they thought victory was in sight.

"Drop your weapons!"

Many British soldiers were silently reciting the Burmese phrase that was often used, and maybe one minute could make the army of damn peasants lay down their weapons and surrender.

However, just when the British soldiers thought they had the situation under control, something bad happened.

"..."

A strange command sounded from the top of the mountain, and even the British soldiers at the front heard it. What kind of strange language was this? Those British soldiers had never heard it before, and their intuition told them that it might be the strange local slang of the Burmese people.

.

If these British people had ever fought against the Japanese, they would have discovered immediately that the Japanese were coming...

However, the next moment, what emerged from the hilltop were not Burmese people raising their hands in surrender, but rifles.

"Bang...bang..."

"Da da da..."

When violent gunfire rang out, Lieutenant Colonel Mien was in the command post looking at photos of his beautiful blond girlfriend, and at the same time recalling the feeling of the Burmese girl he raped last night.

"Why are there so many gunshots! Oh no, we have encountered the main force of the Burmese."

When Lieutenant Colonel Meen rushed out of the command post and ran to the top of the mountain to look at the other side with a telescope, he couldn't help but be shocked.

After a burst of intensive close-range shooting on the hilltop opposite, about two thousand people were holding rifles and drawing bayonets, using a method that Lieutenant Colonel Meen had never seen in Burma, even in his more than ten years in the army.

It was a method he had never seen before, charging from high to low without fear of death, chasing the British who were so frightened that they rolled down.
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