Chapter 478: Counterattack on the Golden Triangle (1)

In fact, from Myitkyina to Jingdong the east‑west span is truly huge—five hundred kilometers—and that is the current distance of the Expeditionary Force's defensive zone.

It means the terrain in northern Myanmar is complex, hindering the Japanese Army; otherwise, over this five hundred kilometers, no one could watch anyone else, and everyone would just retreat back home together.

Lv Guoquan heard this and his doubts grew even deeper.

Yes, how could he have forgotten that the Expeditionary Force today is far from the glorious situation when it first entered Myanmar.

After a series of fierce battles, troop losses were severe, and each unit was scattered and preoccupied with its own affairs.

Du Yuming simply had no spare troops to organize such a large‑scale reinforcement.

Yet the aircraft formation was right before his eyes, unmistakably real, so where did these planes and the soon‑to‑arrive troops come from?

While he was pondering, fifty C‑47 transport planes had already begun arriving over the airport, their wings slowly leveling as they descended in order, and when the tires touched the ground they emitted a harsh screech, kicking up clouds of dust.

The way the transport planes landed was unheard of; the first C‑47 touched down on the runway while its engine kept running, still rotating.

The cabin doors opened, and squads of soldiers in German Military Uniform rushed out of the plane onto the tarmac.

The transport plane then immediately taxied back onto the runway and took off again.

It did not linger, because behind it more than forty other planes still needed to land.

Jingdong's airport is too small even for two C‑47s to land consecutively.

Lv Guoquan hurried forward, his eyes fixed on the people disembarking; when he saw the pilots' faces through the windows, most of his doubt instantly cleared away.

Those pilots had high noses, deep eye sockets, and fair skin—clearly Americans.

"So they're Americans," Lv Guoquan muttered softly, a hint of understanding appearing on his face.

He knew that the st Division contained both Americans and Germans, as he had read in the newspaper.

It is said that the division commander Jiang Anguo had extensive contacts in Nanyang and had long been in touch with the American Army; this is true, after all Stilwell is now in Mandalay and has been fighting alongside the 200th and 201st Divisions.

Previously, the P‑38 Lightning squadron led by William was coordinated from Lashu, so these transport planes and troops were likely support that Jiang Anguo had requested.

Lv Guoquan probably also understood that these were not reinforcements sent by the Expeditionary Force Headquarters, but came from elsewhere.

As the cargo doors of the transport planes opened slowly, squads of soldiers in tidy uniforms, bearing weapons and equipment, stepped out in an orderly, efficient manner, their movements crisp and steps synchronized, with no hint of chaos.

They stood tall, eyes resolute, faces bearing the composure of battle‑hardened veterans; every gesture exuded the aura of an elite force, clearly capable of winning.

Lv Guoquan watched these soldiers, a flash of approval in his eyes, and felt a surge of confidence.

Fortunately, their faces were those of his own men, not Americans.

With such an elite unit supporting, the peril at Da Qili might truly be turned around.

At that moment, a familiar figure stepped down from the leading transport plane, dressed in a crisp uniform, tall and sharp‑eyed—it was Jiang Anguo.

He landed and immediately walked briskly toward Lv Guoquan, a hint of urgency on his face yet still composed.

Lv Guoquan quickly greeted him; the two exchanged a standard military salute, movements perfectly synchronized, eyes sharing mutual respect and solemnity.

If not for his Major General rank, Lv Guoquan had never met Jiang Anguo in person, though he had seen him in the papers.

"Commander Jiang, I never expected you yourself to lead the team here!" Lv Guoquan's tone was full of surprise; he only knew that Jiang Anguo and Dai Anlan were attacking Mandalay and that the Mandalay Battle had been won, but presumed both forces suffered heavy losses.

He did not expect that in this critical moment Jiang Anguo would personally bring his troops.

Jiang Anguo gave a slight nod, his voice concise and firm, without any idle words: "Lv Commander, I'll skip the pleasantries; time is tight. I'll first assess the exact situation at Da Qili. I've brought a regiment of elite troops, fully equipped, ready to depart immediately to support Da Qili's defense."

His voice was loud, carrying an unquestionable resolve, clearly already prepared to rush to the front.

Lv Guoquan, seeing Jiang Anguo's weary appearance, felt deep respect and quickly said, "Commander Jiang, you've had a hard journey! You just stepped off the plane after a long trek—why not rest first, have something to eat, replenish your strength, then set out? Da Qili's defenders are strained but can hold on a while longer."

Jiang Anguo gently shook his head, eyes fixed toward Da Qili, his tone urgent: "No need. The battle is urgent; every second matters to the lives of front‑line soldiers. We cannot delay. We'll rest when we reach the front."

Hearing this, Lv Guoquan felt a surge of emotion.

Rest on the front line?

That's not something a normal person would say.

Yet Jiang Anguo spoke calmly, his tone steadfast, without any perfunctory words, clearly putting the front‑line combat above all else and the soldiers' lives first.

Lv Guoquan's admiration deepened, and he dropped the formalities, straightening his back and saying resolutely, "Very well! Since Commander Jiang disregards his own safety and rushes to the front, I, Lv Guoquan, will risk my life to accompany you, go to Da Qili, command on site, and fight side by side with the troops!"

Jiang Anguo's eyes flashed with approval, and he nodded, "Good! With Commander Lv on site, we'll have even more confidence defending Da Qili!"

As soon as the words fell, a chorus of orderly engine roars rang from outside the airport.

Lv Guoquan turned his head and saw hundreds of Transport Vehicles lined up neatly at the airport entrance, brand‑new and fully equipped, each loaded with weapons, ammunition, and supplies, driven by well‑trained soldiers ready to move out.

Puzzled, Lv Guoquan asked instinctively, "Commander Jiang, where did these transport vehicles come from? With so many, why have they never passed through my defensive zone? Why haven't I received any notice?"

He guarded the area around Jingdong, responsible for border vigilance; such a massive vehicle movement should have reached him, yet until now it was his first sight of them, leaving him completely baffled.

Jiang Anguo smiled lightly and explained simply, "These vehicles were arranged by me through overseas Chinese contacts, transferred from southern Myanmar, deliberately bypassing Japanese and Thai Army blockades and your defensive zone, to avoid alerting the enemy and to assemble quickly for front‑line support. The trucks carry not only weapons and ammo but also medical supplies, enough to sustain our operations for a period."

Lv Guoquan heard this and suddenly understood, his respect for Jiang Anguo growing even more.

It sounds reasonable, but in reality Lv Guoquan still didn't know when these transport vehicles arrived at Jingdong.

Meticulous planning and thorough consideration—no wonder they have quickly established a foothold in Myanmar and can organize such large‑scale support.