Chapter 148: Du Yuming's Doubt

Jiang Anguo?

Du Yuming was slightly startled. He was not familiar with the name; it did not appear on the Expeditionary Force's list of commanders. Yet the name reminded him of the principal in Chongqing.

Anguo, Anguo!

Comfort the realm, stabilize the nation and secure the state. The name itself has grandeur. Combined with the background of the th Division Supplementary Battalion, Du Yuming roughly formed a picture in his mind.

"Is he... related to the principal?" Du Yuming asked tentatively.

"I don't know about that, but the Commander just leads us to victory," Hu Dali answered quite straightforwardly.

Du Yuming thought to himself, it seemed Jiang Anguo was a "princeling" who came to Myanmar to get gilded. Anyway, whether a mule or a horse, once you take it out for a walk you'll know. Being able to hold Myitkyina and Bamo, and even counter‑attack, is impressive—hundreds of times better than those young masters who study dead books in the military academy.

"What about your Commander?"

Actually Du Yuming didn't need to address Jiang Anguo as Commander; he just called him that out of habit after Hu Dali had led the conversation. He looked around but saw no figure resembling a regimental‑level officer.

Du Yuming also didn't understand why Hu Dali didn't call Jiang Anguo Regiment Commander but instead called him Commander.

Hu Dali, being a loyal soldier obtained through System Exchange, always refers to Jiang Anguo as Commander.

"Report, Commander, our Commander has already taken a plane to Lashu."

"Flying to Lashu?" Du Yuming was somewhat surprised, "What are we going to Lashu at this time?"

"The Commander said there is a more important mission there, and we need to prepare for a larger battle," Hu Dali, though unaware of the specific strategic deployment, trusted Jiang Anguo's words without doubt.

At that moment, on a muddy small road in the distance, an American old man wearing a jacket and a large brim hat ran over, panting heavily.

"Du! Du!"

It was Stilwell. The China Theater Chief of Staff was having hard times now. He ran out of breath, clearly having caught wind of something.

"Du, I heard the troops that took Bamo have arrived? Is it here?" Stilwell's Chinese was halting, but he could still convey it.

Du Yuming looked at the troublesome American old man and sighed. Whether it was the earlier Pingman Na Battle or the current retreat plan, the two had never had a moment of peace.

"Yes, General." Du Yuming gestured to Hu Dali and his convoy, "These are their vanguard units. Unfortunately, their Regiment Commander has already returned to Lashu."

Stilwell clearly showed a hint of regret on his face. He spread his hands, his eyes full of disappointment, "Oh, God, this is such a pity. We can't meet this time."

Stilwell really wanted to see this Chinese man named Jiang Anguo. He was too curious.

Why did this army, at the moment the Japanese seized Myitkyina, already have the capability to counterattack? Moreover, they could smoothly retake Myitkyina and the subsequent Bamo. It should be noted that an unknown number of Japanese troops had appeared there, with unclear combat strength.

The key is that those two strategic points were taken by the Japanese without a sound, and Stilwell still doesn't understand where the Japanese emerged from, like ghosts. Now, this Chinese army, like a ghost, snatched the places back.

The Expeditionary Force Headquarters had always thought Lashu remained in Expeditionary Force hands, so they couldn't fathom how the Japanese bypassed Lashu to attack Myitkyina.

There must be some secret tactics he doesn't know, or a special mode of combat.

Hu Dali watched the two senior figures converse. As a Major Company Commander, he had no right to interject at this level. Yet he glanced at the sky and then at the writhing troops behind him.

Now is the time of life‑or‑death, there's no time for idle chat here!

Can't worry about that; the mission comes first.

Hu Dali stepped forward, interrupting their conversation: "Commander! General Stilwell!"

He saluted and shouted, "Our Commander instructed me to assist the Expeditionary Force's main units in retreating to Myitkyina. Therefore, please arrange for the wounded and the female soldiers onto our transport vehicles as soon as possible! We will promptly deliver these personnel safely to Bamo!"

Du Yuming was startled, then looked at the trucks. So Hu Dali had come for this.

No wonder they had to swing the truck's front over; it was to load people.

"Commander, we have already prepared a field hospital in Myitkyina; the medicines and doctors are in place, so please send the wounded to the rear promptly, lest we miss the optimal treatment window!" Hu Dali continued, his tone urgent.

This is literally a lifeline in the snow.

The main issue is that now nobody can spare attention to rescue this defeated army; how to rescue—transport aircraft airdrop—while the domestic war situation is extremely tense, especially in the Zhejiang‑Jiangxi direction, the forces dispatched have no extra troops to come to Du Yuming's aid.

Perhaps, across the entire Myanmar battlefield, only Jiang Anguo has the capability and strength.

Jiang Anguo truly wants to save even one more; the matters at the headquarters are all elite of the Expeditionary Force, also the elite soldiers of Huaxia.

Sacrificing in places where they shouldn't be sacrificed is truly a great pity!

"Alright, Company Commander Hu, I'll have people arrange it immediately," Du Yuming nodded, turned and gave orders to the adjutant.

Soon, the previously subdued troops began to stir.

The Fifth Army's discipline remained strict.

All the wounded were quickly placed onto the transport vehicles; the severely injured who could not walk were carefully lifted onto the truck beds by comrades. The accompanying female soldiers, mainly nurses and radio operators, also boarded.

Although the convoy was limited in number, it was still more than enough to carry this batch of core personnel.

Du Yuming watched the wounded board the vehicles, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell half.

On the battlefield, there's an old saying: sometimes killing an enemy is worse than wounding one. Because once you kill him, he's dead and it's over. But wounding is different; at least someone has to watch over him, perhaps even a stretcher team has to carry him.

If it's a retreat, at least two people are needed to help move backward. If it's a severe injury, it's even more troublesome; four people must carry the wounded, with personnel changes en route, greatly slowing the march and consuming a lot of living combat power.

Now, these wounded are being taken away by the Independent Regiment's transport vehicles, meaning the main force's mobility will greatly improve.

Watching the fully‑loaded convoy set off again, the transport engines roaring, they were preparing to return to Myitkyina.

Du Yuming stood in the rain, watching the convoy disappear into the distance.

"Jiang Anguo..." he murmured the name.

Du Yuming naturally could not follow this convoy; he had to stay with his own main force.

Stilwell, that little old man, also did not take the old route to India, stepping cautiously, and headed toward Myitkyina.