Chapter 150: Lin Yi: Good News for the Regiment Commander

In fact, the Japanese Army's 18th Division is not giving full pursuit at this moment.

As an elite unit of the Japanese Army, they are arrogant but not stupid. They are very worried about the Expeditionary Force in the Lashu direction, i. e., the forces under Jiang Anguo. The existence of this power makes the Japanese Army's staff headquarters quite wary. Because this unit not only has heavy artillery, but also air support from fighter planes and bombers! Such a firepower arrangement is extremely rare on the Myanmar battlefield.

The most important point is that, in the fighting in Myanmar, both the Expeditionary Force and the Japanese Army suffer.

The Japanese Army, after just capturing Yangon, seized a large amount of British Army supplies and achieved a brief supply saturation.

In other words, they sustain the war with war.

Subsequently, the hundreds of kilometers of rapid advances and battles stretched the front line too far, demanding extremely high logistical support, and the Japanese Army's "self‑sufficiency on site" policy became increasingly untenable in the sparsely populated Northern Myanmar.

Reaching near Mandalay was already the Japanese Army's offensive limit. If Du Yuming had not abandoned Mandalay and had used the terrain near Mandalay to wage a prolonged war of attrition against the Japanese Army, the Japanese Army likely would not have been able to hold, and would eventually have been forced to retreat back to the Tonggu Front Line.

This is also because, before the war, the Japanese Army promised so‑called "Myanmar independence" to win over the Burmese People, which made them hesitant in action and unwilling to execute the Three Alls Policy as recklessly as they did in China.

Conversely, the commander of the 56th Division, Watanabe Masao, is a ruthless figure. The troops he leads burn, kill, and loot along the way, and almost every village they encounter is razed to the ground to replenish supplies.

Even so, Watanabe Masao's 50th.

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At the same time, Lashu.

As the fighting progressed, the situation inside Lashu City gradually stabilized, but undercurrents continued to swirl.

"Regiment Commander."

Lin Yi rushed in like a gust of wind, his face wearing an unmistakable smile.

Jiang Anguo, looking at the map with worry, lifted his head at the sound and sighed helplessly: "Lin Yi, this time don't give me bad news; my heart can't stand your trouble."

He now finds Lin Yi truly a bit frightening.

In recent days, every time Lin Yi came to report, it was either enemy activity discovered here, supplies problems there, or some unit got lost again, leaving Jiang Anguo with a bit of psychological shadow.

"Hehe, Regiment Commander, this time it's really good news!" Lin Yi said excitedly, "We captured the Japanese Army spy inside Lashu City!"

"What? Captured?"

Jiang Anguo sprang up from his chair, eyes shining: "How were they captured? Where were they hiding? How many in total?"

This is a big deal. Lashu is a rear hub for the Expeditionary Force; if Japanese Army spies are hidden inside the city, every move we make is under their watchful eyes, making the battle hard to fight.

"Regiment Commander, these Little Devils really can hide!" Lin Yi gasped while gesturing, "They actually disguised themselves as monks and hid inside a temple! Our searching soldiers first thought they were Burmese high monks, but found guns hidden on them. During the capture, a firefight broke out; two of our soldiers were wounded, though not seriously, and those spies have been subdued."

Jiang Anguo nodded, the weight in his heart lightening a bit, then asked, "Did we seize any Japanese Army Code Book or radio?"

"Yes!" Lin Yi immediately pulled a blood‑stained little booklet from inside his clothing and handed it over, "It was recovered from the leading monk."

Jiang Anguo took it, and saw it covered densely with strange symbols and numbers, looking like a celestial script. He frowned and asked, "Lin Yi, can you read it? You're our scholar after all."

Lin Yi shook his head and gave a wry smile, "Regiment Commander, this is a Japanese Army military code, and it's high‑level; I only know a bit of English and Chinese, so I can't read it. However…" He changed tone, "I think the three Little Japan you brought in can certainly read it."

What Lin Yi referred to were the three Japanese senior spies that Jiang Anguo had previously exchanged for points from the system.

That was an awkward Exchange. At the time, Jiang Anguo intended to send them behind enemy lines for sabotage or intelligence, but in reality, he still doesn't know how to use these three Japanese spies.

Logically, spies should be sent back to the enemy side, either infiltrating Japanese Army units or slipping back into Japan. But with the current situation, the Japanese Army's blockade is tight; although these three spies are highly skilled, their Japanese accents could cause them to be mistaken for deserters by their own side or be detained for lacking documents.

Thus, these three "double‑agent spies" can now only idle at Jiang Anguo's residence, which is the command post in Lashu, having essentially nothing to do. Fortunately, the three are usually disciplined; aside from speaking Japanese among themselves, they rarely talk to outsiders. When they speak Chinese, their heavy Japanese accent sounds extremely awkward, and most people avoid conversing with them.

"Lin Yi, take me there to see." Jiang Anguo slipped the Code Book into his pocket and strode out briskly.

Lin Yi led Jiang Anguo through several streets to an ancient temple on the south side of the city.

The temple entrance was already filled with guard posts, the atmosphere grim. Entering the main hall, a heavy scent of blood hit the nose.

Goodness, so these Japanese really hid inside the temple and even used it as their base.

On the floor of the main hall lay bodies strewn haphazardly, thirteen in total. Three of them were Japanese wearing Burmese monk robes, now stripped of disguise to reveal the Japanese Army uniform lining underneath. The other ten were local Burmese, evidently laborers or informants who had been silenced. Because Burmese people customarily wear sarongs, their trousers were stripped, making it easy to distinguish Burmese from Japanese.

Next to the corpses were the seized weapons: two Japanese Type 38 rifles, three Southern‑style pistols, and a radio that was heating up. Clearly, these Japanese spies were thoroughly prepared; not only were they well hidden, but their firepower was not weak.

Jiang Anguo stared at the carnage, his gaze icy.

Regarding these Japanese spies, he is not afraid of open confrontation; his biggest worry is Burmese people serving as Japanese spies. Local Burmese know the terrain well, and their faces blend into crowds, making them hard to identify.

Especially some Burmese in the Northern Myanmar region, who are also familiar with Chinese.

That makes things even more headache‑inducing.

In the end, Jiang Anguo could only resign himself; to distinguish whether someone is Burmese or Chinese, his method is to have patrolling soldiers ask the civilians, "Who are Liu, Guan, and Zhang?"

That's right—asking about characters from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

This is why, during the search operation in Lashu, Jiang Anguo applied a indiscriminate "better to kill the wrong one than let any go" policy toward suspected spies. At a moment when tens of thousands of troops' lives hang in the balance, mercy toward women becomes a crime.

"Bring those three over." Jiang Anguo instructed Lin Yi.

Soon, the three Japanese with hard, sinister looks entered. Though they wore Burmese monk attire, their distinctive bearing and stance immediately marked them as not ordinary soldiers.

Jiang Anguo tossed the blood‑stained Code Book onto the offering table in front of one of the Japanese and said coldly, "Open it and tell me what is written on it. If you try any tricks, the outcome will be the same as those corpses outside."

The three Japanese, upon seeing the Code Book, had their pupils contract sharply. The leader, trembling, flipped open the booklet.

Jiang Anguo watched the scene, a cold smile curling his lips. With these three "babies" and the Code Book, the Japanese Army's communication network in Myanmar will likely no longer be the same.

Jiang Anguo can make good use of these spies.