Chapter 198: Churchill, I Am God

This time his System Upgrade not only improved various benefits, but also increased his troops.

It also gifted weapons and equipment, list: three Fletcher destroyers, a full set of 1942 German infantry division*1 equipment, 100 Type 4 75mm tanks, 200 Transport Vehicles, 50 BF109 fighter aircraft, 50 Stuka bombers, 50 C‑47 transport aircraft, 50 mm Howitzer, 60 105mm howitzers, equipped with ten units of corresponding ammunition and explosives, plus fuel.

"System, how am I supposed to operate these destroyers?" Jiang Anguo, facing the three destroyers the system gifted, was speechless.

These are still vessels weighing two to three thousand tons; they can't be run on inland rivers, that would obviously run aground.

Jiang Anguo now occupies Lashu, which is in the North of Myanmar, a few hundred kilometers from the sea, and crucially Jiang Anguo has no coastal territory.

"This requires the Host to resolve on their own," the system said.

Fine, it seems these items can only be stored within the system.

A mere disc‑drive destroyer won't work; although it can intercept fighter aircraft, it lacks offensive capability and cannot form a naval battle group.

Regarding this System Upgrade, Jiang Anguo was extremely satisfied, even though his points decreased by one million; his current points remaining.

More than enough, sufficient for his use.

However, once he summons all his troops, Jiang Anguo will receive 96,000 points per day—good fellow, that's a huge daily gain.

Daily income approaches one hundred thousand; when Jiang Anguo first obtained this system, he didn't dare imagine it.

But for the next fourth‑level system, upgrading would require one hundred million points; at this rate, it would take over a thousand days.

Now Jiang Anguo can say he has self‑defense capability and unlimited firepower, unless an atomic bomb is dropped at some point.

Otherwise in this world, he can go anywhere.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions rang out, black smoke soaring into the sky.

The supplies that moments ago belonged to the victors instantly turned into a heap of charred scrap metal.

Jiang Anguo despises the Japanese Army's Type 38 rifle, but that doesn't mean it can't be used domestically; however, under the current circumstances, these weapons cannot be left behind, and taking them would delay the march.

Therefore, they must be destroyed on site.

At the same time, the airport in the North of Tonggu, Tonggu Airport.

"Are the explosives ready?" Mi Long shouted loudly.

"Ready, Company Commander."

Mi Long is currently the acting Company Commander of the Guard Company.

Mi Long nodded and said, "Alright, everyone withdraw quickly, stay safe."

After officers of all ranks had the soldiers report numbers and confirmed no one was missing, Mi Long finally ordered the switch to be pressed.

Round after round, mortar shells fell onto the airport Runway.

The purpose was simple: render the airport unusable for at least three months, and the destruction was quite thorough.

Especially the aerial bombs the Japanese left inside the airport were pushed to the middle of the Runway and rigged with explosives.

From afar, the Guard Company's mortars began firing at the airport; shells landed on the Runway, Boom, a violent explosion created a huge crater on the spot.

Inside Tonggu City, the only decent spot was a shrine made from Japanese heads, nearly four thousand heads, including the commander of the Japanese 144th Regiment, Nanse Masao, whose head was placed at the top.

Directly in front of the heads hung a blue sky flag.

Such a sight, used to commemorate the warriors who fell in the Tonggu Campaign, was perfect.

Not enough; the Little Devil must pay tenfold, even a hundredfold price.

Jiang Anguo looked back and said, "Truly spectacular!"

Seeing what was behind, Jiang Anguo couldn't stand it and left immediately; if he stayed longer, he felt his stomach churning like a raging sea.

The explosions startled the surrounding forest, and countless birds took flight from the treetops.

United Kingdom.

London, 10 Tangning Street.

The air was heavy, cigar smoke mingling with perfume, a suffocatingly unique scent.

Churchill was irritably leafing through a battle report from Malaya, each figure on it seeming to mock him mercilessly.

As Prime Minister, Churchill faced pleas for aid everywhere; he was at his wits' end, especially concerning the place called Myanmar on the Indian subcontinent.

Even his most trusted warrior, Yalishanda, had been captured alive by the Japanese.

He now wanted to stand before Yalishanda and ask, "Why didn't you go to die?"

"Prime Minister." The door was gently pushed open, his assistant entered, his face bearing a strangely out‑of‑place, almost eerie excitement.

"Just received a newspaper from Myanmar,"

Churchill didn't look up, pointed with his cigar at the mountain of documents on the table, his voice hoarse and weary: "What could be worse? Singapore is gone; has Myanmar now fallen as well?"

In Churchill's view, Myanmar's fall was inevitable, because the Allied Forces had withdrawn from Mandalay, and soldiers of the Imperial had actually surrendered.

Churchill did not believe that the Eastern agricultural nation could hold that insignificant small town in northern Myanmar.

"No, Prime Minister, first, this is good news!" The assistant's tone involuntarily rose, "Our allies, the China Expeditionary Force, have captured Tonggu!"

"Allies?" Churchill scoffed, finally raising his head.

In his eyes, allies were pieces sacrificed at critical moments to gain strategic space for the United Kingdom.

Especially in the Far East, that poor, backward, labor‑reliant agricultural nation could achieve what? In the backdrop of all forces retreating, a counter‑offensive? Pure fantasy.

"Is that so?" he took the newspaper, his tone filled with unabashed doubt.

However, when his gaze fell on the front page, the usual sarcasm froze instantly.

The photo's resolution was low, yet the image was highly striking.

Amid broken walls and ruins, several Chinese soldiers stood beside a tank; their faces bore no smiles, only the coldness forged by smoke of battle. In the center of the photo, a corpse clad in a Japanese officer uniform was starkly visible, accompanied by a Japanese caption: the commander of the 144th Regiment, Nanse Masao.

Nanse Masao's forehead still bore a bullet‑pierced blood hole.

The Japanese text was a note Jiang Anguo had deliberately added, intended for the Japanese to see.

"God…" Churchill removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes as if to confirm he hadn't misread. "This is simply… unbelievable."

He no longer hesitated. He needed to contact the Chongqing side immediately.

Because he had to become this God, to rescue his own pitiful believers lost in the Myanmar jungle. This accidental victory was like a lifeline falling from the heavens; he had to grasp it tightly.

The phone quickly connected to the Allied Forces China Theater General Headquarters.