Chapter 203: Advance Base

Tie Quan, as a Regiment Commander, obviously cannot lead these 12,000 people; even Jiang Anguo himself would find it hard to lead over 12,000.

Therefore the command system still needs improvement.

Unfortunately, Jiang Anguo is now only a Colonel Regiment Commander, and he doesn't understand why the system, already so strong, limits his Exchange.

He can currently only Exchange regiment‑level officers; brigade and division levels are still unavailable.

Unless his rank can be promoted to Division Commander, then he can Exchange division‑level officers.

He doesn't lack money; what he lacks is rank.

Now the troop strength reaches people, and each day can obtain 96,000 points.

Jiang Anguo finally can achieve firepower freedom; he basically cannot use it all up.

Regiment Commander Hu Dali, trait: Jungle.

Regiment Commander Song Mengqin, trait: Mountain.

Indeed, Jiang Anguo directly promoted the rd Battalion commander Hu Dali and the Four Regiments commander Song Mengqin.

Spending points suffices to solve this problem, 2,000 points per slot, directly promoting from battalion commander to Regiment Commander.

To meet the command needs of the Taunggyi forces, Jiang Anguo also exchanged two regiment‑level commanders to serve as Deputy Regiment Commanders. Working with Hu Dali and Song Mengqin to command and dispatch the troops, this way he can command these 12,000 people.

The three regiments are named Taunggyi 1st Regiment, Taunggyi 2nd Regiment, and Taunggyi 3rd Regiment.

This distinguishes them from the Independent Regiment's organization.

Of course, among them 2,000 are special troops: Pilot, Tank Soldier.

On average a regiment can also have over 3,000 Horse, which also meets a regiment's manpower.

However, Jiang Anguo found that weapons and equipment are cheap, but production line prices are not cheap.

When Jiang Anguo previously seized Myitkyina, he obtained a production line that can produce 300,000 rounds of ammunition per day, requiring one hundred workers.

The price of such a production line is 50,000 points; a level‑3 system point can exchange for 40 rounds of ammunition, so 50,000 points can exchange for 2,000,000 rounds of ammunition.

Jiang Anguo doesn't even know whether this Exchange is cost‑effective.

After all, one is 2,000,000, the other is a production line of 300,000 rounds per day, which amounts to 9,000,000 rounds per month.

Jiang Anguo only needs 96,000 points in a day to exchange for 3,800,000 rounds of ammunition.

Therefore, Jiang Anguo did not blindly Exchange a weapons production line; its cost‑performance is really low.

Either way, there's no cost‑performance.

The main reason is that Lashu to Taunggyi is only a little over 200 km; Jiang Anguo would rather keep more weapons and ammunition in Taunggyi, which has a higher cost‑performance than exchanging a production line.

If he were in Asia and the battlefield in Ouzhou, with a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, Jiang Anguo would have to ruthlessly buy several production lines to place at the front.

Transporting supplies from the deep rear to the front takes time and requires strong logistics capability.

However, faced with the expensive production line price, other production lines—or factories—are much cheaper.

Jiang Anguo also bought many, such as a cement plant that produces 5,000 tons of cement per day, costing only 10,000 points.

In Taunggyi, Jiang Anguo exchanged two cement plants, 10,000 points each, totaling 20,000 points.

One steel mill, producing 500 tons of steel per day, 10,000 points each.

Moreover, Jiang Anguo purchased two 100,000‑kilowatt power plants, 20,000 points per plant, spending a total of 40,000 points.

Currently there are few places needing electricity, meaning only Jiang Anguo's few factories require power; the ordinary people of Taunggyi, Jiang Anguo does not care about their lives.

However, Taunggyi now has a modern hospital; as for schools and other facilities, they are not needed yet.

After things stabilize, Jiang Anguo will gradually make arrangements.

When factories appear out of nowhere in Taunggyi, the scene is spectacular, especially Meng Fanle and these people; after a night's sleep they find that Taunggyi has become completely different.

These works all emit smoke; when did they appear here?

Jiang Anguo does not explain; he is the highest commander here, and he is too lazy to explain one by one, which is unnecessary and meaningless.

The sun over Taunggyi is like a ball of poison fire, scorching the earth.

Just a moment ago Taunggyi was under heavy rain; now the sun shines brightly, the air is both muggy and hot, and also very humid.

This feeling is the most uncomfortable.

On an open area that was urgently cleared, thousands of Independent Regiment soldiers, shirtless, wave engineer shovels and iron picks. There are no slogans, no idle chatter, only the "puff‑chi" sound of metal cutting into soil and heavy breathing intertwining, forming a primitive and oppressive labor symphony.

Sweat runs down their bronze‑colored backs, leaving dark imprints on the mud.

They load each shovelful of soil mixed with grass roots and stones into burlap sacks, then carry them to both sides of the Runway, stacking simple revetments. A road roller rolls over, turning the previously loose ground into a harder surface.

Again and again, they compact this soft ground.

They are building Taunggyi's first airport; there are no high mountains here, so the airport is located a bit south of Taunggyi.

Finally, after pouring in the cement just hauled from the cement plant, a hardened runway quickly appears in Taunggyi.

Jiang Anguo stands on a high ground, quietly watching this bustling construction site. His gaze sweeps over the soldiers sweating like rain, finally resting on the runway that is taking shape.

He looks at the terrain around Taunggyi and says, "This location is truly excellent; it can launch hundreds of fighter jets, and from here attacks can be launched toward Tonggu or Mandalay."

The map lacks the surrounding terrain, so Jiang Anguo does not understand Myanmar's geography; he only knows that the Tonggu and Mandalay area is a plain region, surrounded by a ring of high‑mountain rainforests.

It's like Lashu, surrounded entirely by mountains.

But Taunggyi here is truly different; the surrounding terrain is extremely suitable for development, and crucially there are several natural barriers here.

Each barrier held forces the Japanese Army to pay several times the cost.

It's like Jiang Anguo at Lashu; if the Little Devil dares to attack, the defensive lines he has set up on Lashu's south side are enough to give the Little Devil a good drink.

This time returning, he plans to push Lashu's defensive line forward.

The strategic positions must be taken by himself first.

The Little Devil will not reach Tengchong, nor will there be a Songshan campaign.

It could let the Little Devil experience the hardships of the Songshan campaign.

Jiang Anguo looks at Taunggyi's position on the map; it lies exactly between Tonggu and Mandalay, 150 km to Tonggu and likewise 150 km to Mandalay.

This distance, for the Japanese Army, is truly lethal.

Not only that, Taunggyi can also threaten the neighboring dishonest Thailand.

In other words, their airport, troops, and military facilities are all exposed under Jiang Anguo's Bottom.

For Jiang Anguo, this location is quite good because he can be self‑sufficient, but for the Japanese, this place is not wealthy, so they cannot station troops there long‑term, nor is it suitable to place large numbers of soldiers in the mountain trenches.

The airport's construction has already gotten on track; what's left is only a matter of time and stamina. And his battlefield is no longer here.

"Notify the Pilot, prepare for takeoff." He turned around and said to Xiao Si behind him.

"Yes, Young Master."

He gave one last glance at the sea of people bustling in the dust, then resolutely turned and walked toward the American‑made C-47 transport whose engine was already running, waiting for him.

The propeller's swirling wind made his coat's hem rustle wildly.

He must fly back to Lashu.

Tonggu's victory is only the beginning; Lashu, as the throat of the Dian-Mian Highway and the heart of future material transshipment, is the center of his next board.

The plane roared, bouncing along the makeshift Runway, then suddenly lifted its head and rose toward Myanmar's humid sky. Jiang Anguo, through the cockpit window, saw the airport below and the soldiers tiny as ants rapidly shrinking.