Chapter 476: Reinforcements to the Golden Triangle (1)

Jiang Anguo had originally wanted to take Meng Fanle with him, but now he's locked in a heated bout with Xiao Zui.

Jiang Anguo thus doesn't intrude on the two lovebirds' affection.

Once the front‑line war kicks off, it's another several months of no meetings.

He also inquired about Mi Long's situation; Mi Long was wounded during the Huyashan contest in the Battle of Yichang and is still lying in bed.

Every day it's all fine food and spicy drinks.

When Jiang Anguo asked, it turned out Mi Long had also found a partner.

Shangguan Jieci, surprisingly, showed up in the medical team, and with Mi Long, like a turtle staring at mung beans, they met each other's gaze.

Not only that, Mi Long also has a son; Shangguan Jieci's former husband died early, leaving a child, and she has stayed unmarried.

It's evident that Mi Long also quite likes Shangguan Jieci.

These matters, Jiang Anguo learned from Lin Yi.

"Pretty good, Lin Yi, you're not that young, when will you also take a wife? I'll be your witness," Jiang Anguo said jokingly.

Lin Yi, embarrassed, scratched his head, "Well, Commander, let's discuss later. The war isn't over yet, I don't want to think about that!"

Just then, Yao Quanyi had already hurried over from the camp, standing before Jiang Anguo, "Hello, Commander!"

Actually Lin Yi was puzzled why the st Division, even when it was still a Supplement Battalion, some soldiers addressed the battalion commander as Commander.

Even though it has now become an infantry division's structure, they still call the Division Commander "Commander."

But he didn't probe further into the matter.

Yao Quanyi, he really can fight; he performed splendidly in the Battle of Yichang.

Lin Yi's regret is that he's been handling rear logistics all along, never getting to the front lines to slay the devils; that's his regret.

"How's the unit's recuperation?" Jiang Anguo asked.

"Commander, my Independent Regiment's entire troops are ready to go to the battlefield at any moment," Yao Quanyi said, lifting his head and puffing his chest.

Jiang Anguo approved, "Good, that's the spirit I want!"

"This time, my forces are limited; the Thai devils are attacking the Jingdong direction, and the only units I can mobilize are your Independent Regiment," Jiang Anguo calculated, realizing his deployable forces weren't many.

The st Division's three regiments and attached units are all garrisoned near Mandalay; in theory they could be redeployed, but now the st Division faces two problems.

The first is the Japanese Army to the south, the second is the British Army in the Yingpar region.

Due to the establishment of the Nanko Democratic Federation, there's strong dissent within the United Kingdom, and the British currently have no troops to spare, but that doesn't mean they won't stab you in the back.

Therefore, Jiang Anguo must act cautiously; Nanko is only a prototype now, and if it's wiped out at this moment, it'll be disastrous.

Facing the international situation, the Chongqing official will surely prioritize prudence; when they withdraw forces from Myanmar, these places will become entirely undefended zones.

This results in Jiang Anguo being unable to mobilize the st Division's forces.

The Song Mengqin unit in the Taunggyi direction also needs to guard the Tonggu direction, and Taunggyi counts as Nanko's first light‑industry zone, with a number of factories already established.

That equates to 33,000 troops defending a territory of over a hundred thousand square kilometers.

The territory is vast, the forces few.

The crucial point is the scarcity of people; the few here are Chinese.

Jiang Anguo's "R Plan" has only been in execution for half a month, and populating the vast plains near Mandalay will still take a great deal of time.

On the runway of Lashu Airport, transport aircraft have long been ready for departure, and ground crew beside the propellers are conducting final inspections.

The engine's roar drifts faintly, and the air is thick with the scent of fuel and dust.

Jiang Anguo straightened his uniform, ready to board the transport heading to Jingdong.

His gaze unintentionally swept, and his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure at the edge of the crowd, crouching.

Attempting to edge toward the boarding gate, the tall figure deliberately hunched his back, looking somewhat lecherous, yet still unable to hide his unruly vigor.

"Ah, right, it's you I'm calling!"

Jiang Anguo halted, raised his voice, his tone bearing undeniable authority, "What are you hiding from? It's you. Mi Long, you stand there for me!"

Mi Long, whose name was called, froze, thinking inwardly, "This isn't good."

He could no longer conceal himself.

He could only steel himself, turn around, force a slightly obsequious smile, stride forward, and give a less‑than‑standard salute: "Hey, hey, Division Commander! Your eyes are truly sharp, you even saw me!"

Jiang Anguo's gaze landed on his left arm, his brows instantly knotted, his tone turning cold: "What are you laughing at? Is your wound healed? Who gave you permission to board?"

Mi Long's left arm still hung loosely with a bandage, its edges even seeping faint blood, clearly a patient who had sneaked out of the hospital.

That injury was sustained in the earlier Battle of Yichang.

At that time, while blocking the Japanese 17th Regiment on Huyashan, a stray bullet pierced his arm, grievously wounding him; doctors repeatedly instructed that he must remain bedridden and avoid any strenuous movement.

Mi Long, seeing this, hurriedly reached out and ripped off the bandage, exposing the still‑unhealed wound, its surrounding area still red and swollen,

He, baring his teeth and grinning, feigned ease, patting his arm: "Division Commander, don't worry! This little wound is nothing, I'm fine; look, I can even lift this arm!"

As he spoke, he deliberately raised his arm, and halfway up he winced in pain, gasping a cold breath, a fine sheen of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, yet he forced himself to continue, refusing to reveal any weakness.

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Anguo barked sharply, his gaze both fiery and subtly concerned, "I see cold sweat on you—this isn't 'fine'? In the Battle of Yichang you fought bravely, killed many enemies; I haven't shortchanged you. I promoted you from Captain Company Commander to Major Deputy Battalion Commander so you could properly heal, not to gamble with your own life!"

As he spoke, Jiang Anguo's eyes swept past Mi Long toward the tree shade outside the airport's perimeter, where a slender woman in a white nurse uniform stood, anxiously peering this way, her gaze fixed on Mi Long.

Jiang Anguo realized that this must be the Shangguan Jieci Mi Long had been constantly mentioning, also his nurse at the hospital.

He softened his tone, pointed at Shangguan Jieci in the shade, teasing, "Look, your sweetheart is here, specifically to fetch you back for recovery. I'll give you a leave, stay with her, stop day‑long dreaming of fighting; after all you're a Major Deputy Battalion Commander, you should behave like a proper adult."

Mi Long suddenly turned his head, followed Jiang Anguo's pointing, and indeed saw Shangguan Jieci; his cheeks flushed bright red, he scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.