Chapter 41: Dangerous Burmese

Jiang Anguo actually trusts no one, especially the Burmese; he doesn't trust them a ten‑thousand times, and he doesn't trust the British either, but he has absolute trust in the system's soldiers.

At least his own safety is guaranteed.

That is also his strength.

Only if his own strength becomes greater can he eliminate more Japanese.

The premise is that he must not die; otherwise, whether it's the system or himself, both will be gone from this world.

Jiang Anguo still wants to kill a few more Japanese.

"In Myanmar, everyone must be careful; Little Japan is already assimilating the Burmese, especially the Burmese monks. My first order to you: when you encounter a Burmese person, first keep a safe distance, second point your gun at them, third check whether they are armed," Jiang Anguo shouted.

Myanmar is not only frightening because of its people; its rainforest is even scarier.

The rainy season in Southeast Asia is the most terrifying, with countless snakes, insects, rats and ants—all of which eat people.

Fifty thousand Expeditionary Force soldiers entered Wild Man Mountain; only six thousand managed to get out. It is a man‑eating mountain, and not just along this route—soldiers on other routes also suffered heavy losses in Myanmar's great mountains.

Truly, the green hills offer no place to bury loyal bones.

Jiang Anguo wants to change the overall situation, but it is really difficult; he is only a Major Company Commander, a minor figure in the Expeditionary Force, and even for personal reasons he did not follow the Expeditionary Force to Myanmar.

The war is about to erupt, yet Jiang Anguo is still in the interior.

He has actually been studying maps—the map of Myanmar.

If we stubbornly hold the Expeditionary Force's rear at Lashu, might there be a chance?

Looking at the nearly two thousand soldiers below, Jiang Anguo is unsure—can they come back?

"Report, sir, are the Burmese foolish to befriend the Japanese?" Lin Yi stood up and said.

Jiang Anguo pressed his hand and said, "Lin Yi, you hit the nail on the head."

"Everyone, take another look at this Southeast Asia map," Jiang Anguo said as he approached the large map.

"The Japanese keep launching invasion wars; where do their supplies come from? Has anyone thought about that?"

"Now it seems Japan treats the Burmese as friends because Japan invaded Malaya, Singapore, and Myanmar, acquiring massive supplies in those places, including in Yangon, where the stockpiles are as high as a mountain. If I didn't have an aircraft, I'd have to bomb those supplies."

"Think about those British—since you're all about to flee, why not bomb the supplies? Thinking of it, I really want to give the British a good thrashing; these guys are nothing but useless."

"The Burmese now see the Little Devil as a savior, but everyone can see where the Japanese supplies come from. Apart from sourcing locally, transporting them from Japan's home over a several‑thousand‑kilometer front is virtually impossible. Think about what the Japanese have done in our country—killing, burning, looting," Jiang Anguo said.

"The Burmese will regret this sooner or later."

Jiang Anguo was right; someday the Burmese will regret, those brutes helping the even worse Little Devils.

"So, after entering Myanmar, no Burmese can be trusted."

In fact, the Expeditionary Force has no secrets left; when a nation hates its colonizer and the Expeditionary Force becomes the colonizer's accomplice, it naturally treats the Expeditionary Force as an enemy.

Therefore, the Burmese Pseudo Army had long informed the Japanese of the Expeditionary Force's movements.

Conversely, the Expeditionary Force has no idea how many opponents it faces, always assuming the Japanese Army numbers one or two divisions.

In reality, the numbers have already exceeded the Expeditionary Force's own, because there's also a lackey—Thailand is ready to help the Japanese fight the Expeditionary Force.

But if the British troops, plus American and British aircraft, plus the Expeditionary Force's over a hundred thousand soldiers, even if they can't defeat the Japanese, they should be evenly matched.

Yet the Americans are still thinking about avenging Japan, while the British are pondering how to withdraw from Myanmar, seeing who can run fastest.

Only the Chinese Expeditionary Force thinks about how to fight the Japanese.

All senior Expeditionary Force commanders understand that this battle must be fought and must be won; it concerns not only international standing but also the future of China's resistance.

The Expeditionary Force's relationships are complex, Myanmar's are even more so, and Southeast Asia's ties are also intricate.

Jiang Anguo wants to make a grand move, but this move is hard to execute.

"Alright, that's all for today; go back and digest. Our hatred of the Japanese isn't something that can be solved in a short time," Jiang Anguo concluded, clapping his hands.

Everyone rose from the ground; many soldiers in German Military Uniforms dared not sit on the floor, instead finding a wooden stake to sit on, fearing their clothes would get dirty.

Jiang Anguo naturally saw this, but just smiled, understanding everyone's mindset.

At night everyone clutched their rifles and wouldn't let go; fortunately the bayonets were set aside, otherwise Jiang Anguo worried the bayonets might injure his own men.

The Expeditionary Force's soldier training is scheduled daily: early‑morning stretching, a 300‑meter run, morning standing drill, shooting practice, and a five‑kilometer run.

The three‑kilometer training has been going on for a while, so Jiang Anguo has increased the difficulty.

At noon, while everyone eats, Jiang Anguo explains weapons and equipment, and how squads and platoons should fight.

At the same time, Jiang Anguo lets veterans explain how to avoid bullets and artillery shells; of course, if you simply run away, Jiang Anguo won't be lenient.

Before meals there is a cultural lesson, then lunch and a noon break.

Afternoon training no longer involves planting potatoes, and there's nowhere left to farm; the areas near Chanda that could be cultivated are already full of potatoes.

Thus, afternoon training consists of tunnel work, shooting drills, and artillery training.

Simultaneously, they conduct opposition training, covering squads, platoons, companies, and 2‑vs‑2, 3‑vs‑3, to form a battalion‑level strong team.

All weapons and gear are replaced with wooden sticks for tactical drills.

Especially mountain and jungle warfare training; Jiang Anguo lacks experience here, so he must glean lessons from drills and then hold meetings to discuss them.

Moreover, during training Jiang Anguo teaches everyone to sing the Expeditionary Force Military Song.

Do you not see the Han's final general,

In his youth he bound the captive, pleading for a long cord,

Do you not see the squad set far,

All march together, clearing the barbarian dust,

With force we sweep the Japanese devils without regard for ourselves.

Resounding voices of the bright military song spread throughout Chanda.

Jiang Anguo also adapted several later military songs; their popularity among the troops was extremely high.

Especially before meals, they sing a military song once; their throats are stretched high, faces flushed and necks thick, all to outdo each other.

The battle spirit sometimes changes like this, and this group, from a bunch of broken soldiers, gradually accepts the idea that they are elite.