Chapter 477: Reinforcements to the Golden Triangle (2)

Mi Long didn't expect that his sneaking out of the hospital to follow Jiang Anguo to Jingdong for battle would be known even by the division commander, and he was exposed on the spot, leaving him at a loss and only able to stand dumbfounded.

It wasn't even that Mi Long and Shangguan Jiecí made such a commotion that the people around the barracks thought something had happened and reported it to Lin Yi.

Only then did the entire Lashu camp learn about Lin Yi's matter.

Regarding free love, even within his own troops, Jiang Anguo does not overmanage it.

This is also a matter that will have to be resolved for everyone sooner or later.

But after a few seconds, the shyness in Mi Long's eyes was replaced by stubbornness; he looked up at Jiang Anguo, his tone carrying a plea and resentment.

"Division commander, just let me go with you! The hospital is too stifling, I'm rotting here, my whole body aches, and besides, even though my arm is injured, it doesn't affect fighting!"

Jiang Anguo looked at his unyielding expression, both angry and amused.

He stepped forward, gave his shoulder a heavy pat that landed on the wounded side; Mi Long winced in pain, cold sweat beaded his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

"Alright, stop forcing it."

Jiang Anguo's tone softened a bit, but still carried an unquestionable command: "In your current state, can you even carry an MG42 machine gun? And lug two ammo belts? On the battlefield, you'd be a burden, not a killer."

Mi Long's firepower alone could match a Platoon; if he were paired with two assistants and supplied with ammo, that firepower could rival a Huaxia Army company.

"I can take a submachine gun, a rifle! I can still kill devils and still help my comrades!" Mi Long craned his neck, his tone still arrogant, his eyes full of yearning.

Previously, when he was in Chanda, he feared fighting meaningless wars.

But now it's different; killing devils is as easy as chopping vegetables.

He's become accustomed to battle and can't stay idle; watching his comrades head to the front while he must remain behind to recuperate makes his heart ache more than a needle prick.

Jiang Anguo saw the obsession in his eyes, felt a slight stir, softened his tone, patted his other shoulder: "I know you want to fight, want to kill devils, but war never ends. When this Jingdong battle is over, you'll have rested enough, and then I have a more important mission for you, more critical than storming Jingdong. How does that sound?"

"But, division commander..." Mi Long tried to argue, but Jiang Anguo's stern gaze cut him off.

"No 'but', obey the order!"

Jiang Anguo's voice rose again, tone firm, leaving no room for discussion: "Stay in Lashu, recover properly, keep an eye on Shangguan Jiecí, make sure the little Mi Long doesn't slip out again; that is your most important mission now!"

It's always raising someone else's son; no matter how close you get, he's still someone else's son.

Mi Long looked at Jiang Anguo's stern expression, knowing the division commander was set on not letting him go.

Mi Long could only dejectedly lower his head and reply in a muffled tone, "Yes, division commander!"

Jiang Anguo said no more, turned and boarded the transport aircraft, glanced back at the standing Mi Long, then gave a slight nod toward Shangguan Jiecí under the shade, signaling her to look after Mi Long.

Then the transport's propellers spun up rapidly, the roar grew louder, the Pilot throttled up, the aircraft's wheels slowly lifted off, climbing into the sky, heading toward Jingdong, gradually shrinking to a speck on the horizon.

Mi Long stood where he was, watching the transport disappear, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes full of resentment; the wound on his arm throbbed from the effort, yet he barely felt it.

He silently resolved to heal properly, and once recovered, immediately seek the division commander to secure an early return to the front, continue killing devils and earning battle honors.

Dust swirled over the open ground of Jingdong Airport.

【9】 Lv Guoquan stood with his hands behind his back at the temporary command post doorway, his gaze fixed on the sky, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.

Lv Guoquan stood at the doorway of the temporary command post, hands behind his back, his gaze locked on the sky, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

On the distant horizon, a massive swarm of aircraft loomed, slowly advancing; the roar sounded like thunder, echoing across the airfield, and as they drew nearer, the silhouettes of the planes became clearer.

It was the C47 transport aircraft he had become very familiar with recently—its massive fuselage and straight wings, exactly that model.

For days he had been continuously ferrying supplies, ammunition, and medicine to the 93rd Division stationed in Northern Myanmar, sustaining the troops' border defense.

Lv Guoquan squinted slightly, raised a finger, counted aloud while silently tallying in his mind, his brows furrowing, his tone tinged with disbelief: "One, two... fifty! At least fifty C47 transport aircraft!"

He had served for many years, seen numerous large scenes, yet had never witnessed such a gathering of transport aircraft at once; a fleet of this scale had never appeared even during the fiercest moments of the Myanmar Campaign.

The adjutant standing beside him was already staring dumbfounded, his voice trembling: "Division commander, this is terrifying! With so many transports, how many troops and supplies must they carry? Could this be a massive reinforcement sent by the Expeditionary Force Headquarters?"

The adjutant had followed Lv Guoquan for years, experienced countless battles, yet was also stunned by the sight, his tone full of amazement and doubt.

After all, troops were coming to support the 93rd Division; it's known that the opposing Thai forces they had identified fielded three infantry divisions.

In reality, the Thai "Myanmar Expeditionary Force" comprised three infantry divisions and one cavalry division.

Lv Guoquan nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on the skyward fleet, his tone complex: "Yes, such a scale is no coincidence. But... where does the headquarters still have that many troops to mobilize?"

Filled with doubt, he instinctively asked the surrounding staff and signal troops: "Has the headquarters issued an order to support Da Qili? Are reinforcement units arriving?"

Those around heard and slowly shook their heads, their faces full of bewilderment.

A staff officer stepped forward, his tone grave: "Division commander, we have received no telegram from headquarters. As you know, after the Mandalay Battle, the Expeditionary Force Headquarters retreated to Myitkyina, and Commander Du Yuming's forces were already stretched thin."

This refers to the first Mandalay Battle.

Afterwards, the 200th Division and the st Division also broke away from Du Yuming's command; even though Du Yuming knew the two divisions directly attacked Mandalay, which was the second Mandalay Battle.

The two divisions directly attacked Mandalay, which was the second Mandalay Battle.

Commander Du, helpless, could only send the few available troops of the 96th Division, Yu Shao, over; now the defense of Myitkyina is extremely tight, making it impossible to dispatch such a large reinforcement to Jingdong.

At this point, Jingdong, perhaps even our Commander Du has forgotten, still has a unit stationed here.