Chapter 214: The Furious Fan Tian Xiang Erlang

Under Xibu's night sky, the th Division's celebration banquet is still continuing. The deafening gongs, the resonant Military Song, and the clinking of cups mixed with cheers travel far, far away.

This is the moment they earned with blood and courage; they rightfully should enjoy this glory.

However, beyond this bustle, on a position a few kilometers away, a different scene unfolds.

Jiang Anguo's troops, serving as the defensive reserve, are silently reinforcing the fortifications and inspecting the weapons. They did not take part in today's revelry, not even a hint of celebration. The air on the position is calm and solemn, a stark contrast to the merriment behind.

But the food tonight is not bad either.

"She Pigu, what's for dinner today? I can already smell the fragrance from afar," Mi Long tossed the engineer shovel, seeing the Company Commander of the cooks arriving with food.

The Company Commander of the cooks, She Pigu, Ma Dazhi grinned and said, "Pork stewed with vermicelli, authentic indeed."

"Great, this pork stewed with vermicelli is good," Mi Long laughed cheerfully.

Back then, the group that followed Jiang Anguo from Chanda into Myanmar, almost all became company- or platoon-level officers.

Mi Long, who was the Platoon Leader of the 6th Company, is now already a Captain, having killed 12 enemies, all Japanese Army, not Imperial.

Mi Long's bragging now centers on the claim that I, back in Myanmar, like the famed Zhao Zilong of Changshan, went in and out seven times, slaying 12 Japanese Army.

Mi Long, now he's so cocky, his combat record is verifiable.

She Pigu, holding a large Horn, said, "Brothers, pause for a moment, have a bite before we get back to work."

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment building the position also set down their engineer shovels.

At that moment, someone—unknown who—spoke first, "The Regiment Commander has arrived."

"Good to see you, Regiment Commander."

"Regiment Commander, why have you come?"

Jiang Anguo stayed in Xibu for a while, then emerged, bringing Xiao Si to the Independent Regiment's position, where defensive works were being constructed.

"What, can't I come to see my brothers?" Jiang Anguo said with a smile.

"Everyone has worked hard," Jiang Anguo paused, then said, "First let the th Division's brothers completely relax, let them eat well, drink well, sleep well. Starting tomorrow, we will gradually rotate defenses; the celebration banquet I will set up for the brothers later."

"Oh!"

"Long live the Regiment Commander!"

Jiang Anguo suppressed it; everyone's enthusiasm was too high, "There is no alcohol today; after the rotation, the liquor supply will be sufficient, but today drinks and fruit are free to eat and drink."

Since the Independent Regiment still has to guard the position, drinking alcohol would obviously hinder duties; even the th Division's drinking today is limited, each person may not exceed two bottles of beer, and those who cannot drink are advised not to.

This is still a combat zone; they can't all get drunk.

Although the Japanese may not arrive here so quickly, it's possible that Japanese planes will head this way.

Therefore, when constructing the position, the first thing built was the anti‑aircraft defenses; Jiang Anguo's arrival this time also immediately placed the anti‑aircraft weapons.

Jiang Anguo stayed in Xibu for three days; he did not intervene in how the th Division reorganized, because it was none of his business, and he had no authority to command Dai Anlan to obey him.

Dai Anlan also followed Jiang Anguo's suggestion, moving the position forward to near Naoqiu, even thirty kilometers ahead of Jiaomei.

Naoqiu happens to be on the route south to Taunggyi, so it seems Dai Anlan considered this.

Thus, whether the Japanese Army wants to attack Xibu or Lashu, they will have to break through step by step.

At the same time they must face the heavy troops Jiang Anguo deployed in Taunggyi.

Jiang Anguo only supplied Dai Anlan with ample weapons, including 1,000 Mauser rifles, 2,000,000 7.92mm rounds, 50,000 Hand Grenades, 12 mm Anti‑Tank Guns, 50 60mm mortars, 20 81mm mortars, 12 105mm howitzers, and various ammunition.

Why the weapons are so few? Because before Dai Anlan's th Division counterattacked Tonggu, Lin Yi had already fully equipped them, so soldiers lacked no rifles.

And they left half a month's supplies; afterwards he led men back to Lashu, with Dai Anlan in tow, because Dai Anlan decided to fly to Chongqing, and Jiang Anguo also prepared to go to Chongqing with Dai Anlan.

Two people are better than one when facing the Principal's wrath.

Myanmar's scorching sun is like molten iron, yet the next second could bring a torrential downpour.

The air is filled with gunpowder smoke, rot, and the sweet, fishy scent exhaled by tropical plants, forming a nauseating mixture.

The Japanese Army 15th Army Commander Fan Tian Xiang Erlang, Lieutenant General, stands before this heart‑pounding "tower of skulls".

The so‑called "tower of skulls" is the barbaric practice in ancient wars where victors pile up enemy heads to flaunt their prowess.

And now, the Japanese Army entering Tonggu, what lies before Fan Tian Xiang Erlang's eyes is Jiang Anguo's "masterpiece": thousands of Little Devil (Japanese soldier) heads stacked on a high platform, with a blue flag erected at the front.

The heads of Imperial Japanese Army soldiers were actually cut off and neatly placed on a hastily built platform.

When did Imperial soldiers become so fragile?

This was a battalion's strength, plus troops retreating from the Japanese Army 56th Division, all annihilated at Tonggu.

Including the 55th Division's 144th Battalion commander Colonel Nan Sai Zhengxiong, whose head was hung at the highest point; even though it had begun to rot, one could still discern his facial features.

These young faces that once shouted "Long live the Emperor," now have eyes wide open, frozen in the shock and unwillingness of their final moments, as if silently accusing this disgraceful defeat.

"Baka!"

A suppressed roar burst from Lieutenant General Fan Tian Xiang Erlang's throat; his face, darkened by prolonged tropical combat, flushed to a pig‑liver hue with anger.

He gripped the hilt of his command sword so tightly his knuckles whitened, his whole body trembling slightly. It was not merely grief for the fallen, but an unprecedented, thoroughly humiliating rage.

Clack.

The blue flag was slashed in two by Lieutenant General Fan Tian Xiang Erlang; the severed piece fell to the ground instantly.

The Imperial warriors, the elite of the Imperial Japanese Army, were cut off by the enemy like chopping firewood, their heads piled for display! This is the most malicious provocation against the Empire, the most ruthless trampling of Bushido Spirit!

Behind him, the three division commanders who had just arrived at the Tonggu Battlefield: Lieutenant General Sakurai Seizo of the 33rd Division, Lieutenant General Takeuchi Hiroshi of the 55th Division, and Lieutenant General Mukoda Koya of the 18th Division, famed as the "Chrysanthemum" Corps with illustrious battle record, each wore a solemn expression, silent.

If Jiang Anguo knew that Lieutenant General Fan Tian Xiang Erlang held him in such high regard, he would definitely not leave; he intends to return for the third Tonggu counter‑offensive.

These are all big fish; there are plenty of lieutenant generals here. One artillery shell would surely send them back to the small island to see their Emperor.

These invaders came with the bearing of victors, intending to cooperate with Lieutenant General Fan Tian Xiang Erlang to crush the "China Army" in Myanmar, but the scene before them is like a bucket of ice water, dousing all their arrogance.