Chapter 479: Counterattack on the Golden Triangle (2)

There is only one road from Jingdong to Da Qili.

If there were no transport vehicles to move troops, even seven days might still not be enough to reach Jingdong.

Even so, Jiang Anguo still kept over a hundred transport vehicles in Jingdong.

As for why?

The first batch of fifty transport aircraft only moved a third of the troops over.

To transport the entire Independent Regiment to Jingdong, another hundred transport flights are needed.

"Commander Jiang has thought of everything!" Lv Guoquan exclaimed sincerely.

Seeing that preparations were nearly complete, Jiang Anguo tore off his shoulder and arm insignia and slipped them into his pocket.

"Commander Jiang, what are you doing?" Lv Guoquan asked, puzzled.

"Oh, I'm afraid the Thai army's ranks include Little Devil snipers, who specialize in targeting officers; I'm worried a Little Devil might take a shot at my forehead," Jiang Anguo said jokingly.

Lv Guoquan, upon hearing it, seemed to find it reasonable.

"No time to waste, let's go!" Jiang Anguo said, then boarded a Jeep first; Lv Guoquan followed closely, taking the co‑driver seat.

At Jiang Anguo's command, the Independent Regiment's soldiers hurried onto the transport vehicles; hundreds of them started up one after another, their engines roaring, the convoy stretching like a long dragon along the road to Da Qili, speeding away.

The road to Da Qili was rough and uneven, kicking up dust with each wheel.

The Jeep barreled forward over the bumps; Lv Guoquan, in the co‑driver seat, clutched the map marked with troop deployments, his mind a turmoil.

In his view, the Japanese Army was the most ferocious enemy on earth; attacking a Japanese defensive line always required filling it with flesh and blood.

This time the Thai Army fought alongside the Japanese; although its combat power lagged behind the Japanese, it still comprised three divisions, and with that odd Elephant Unit, it was already a blessing that the 93rd Division could hold Da Qili.

His original plan was to take Jiang Anguo's troops to reinforce the defensive line, concentrate all forces for a stubborn hold, and never entertain any thought of a proactive strike.

The Jeep jolted sharply, snapping Lv Guoquan's thoughts back to reality.

Jiang Anguo leaned against the seat, his gaze fixed on the map spread on his lap; his finger traced precisely across the Da Qili area, finally stopping on a winding blue line.

It was the Lock River!

"Beyond this river lies an open plain," Jiang Anguo said, his voice calm yet unmistakably sharp.

He lifted his head, his eyes sweeping over Lv Guoquan; his tone suddenly rose, spirited, "Commander Lv, we're not going there to defend. Look closely—the terrain favors mechanized units to infiltrate and firepower to deploy."

"The Thai Army's combat power is far weaker than the Little Devils'; defending against them is too passive. In my view, we should charge straight through and cut these Thai Devils to pieces!"

Clearly, Jiang Anguo was not satisfied with a defensive stance.

What they faced now was not Little Japan; if it were the Japanese Army, Jiang Anguo would be more cautious.

Their current opponent was merely the Thai Army.

"Attack?" Lv Guoquan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, widened his eyes, his body froze, and the map in his hand nearly slipped.

He stared blankly for two or three seconds, then recovered, a dry low gasp escaping his throat, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief: "Commander Jiang, you say… we should charge across?"

That single word rang like a bolt of thunder in Lv Guoquan's heart.

Having fought the War of Resistance Against Japan for years, Lv Guoquan had endured countless battles; they could only be described as brutal!

He deeply understood the Japanese Army's terror.

Now, facing the Thai Army, his first reaction was defense—how to build the positions like iron barrels—yet Jiang Anguo's call to "cut through" completely shattered his established combat mindset.

It wasn't that Lv Guoquan was cowardly; the actual force disparity was simply too great.

First, the opponent's unknowns.

Although intelligence showed the Thai Army served as a subordinate force to the Japanese, did it truly possess combat power?

Can it fight?

Will its battlefield performance be fearless or collapse at the first blow?

Lv Guoquan had no clue at all.

On the northern Myanmar terrain, having witnessed the Japanese's brutality, facing any other enemy always demanded extra caution.

Second, the numerical gap.

The 93rd Division, at the reinforced camp in Da Qili, had fewer than five or six hundred men left; even adding the soon‑arriving 273rd Regiment, total strength was only about three thousand.

Meanwhile, the Thai side deployed three divisions; counting the Elephant Unit, their numbers reached thirty to forty thousand.

Attacking with fewer troops is a major taboo in strategy, unless one is an elite like the German Wehrmacht's finest, to have confidence in a fight.

Finally, the shadow of past combat records.

On the Huaxia Battlefield, confronting a single Japanese regiment often required gathering several divisions just to cope, and the casualty ratio was even worse.

Over time, this forged a psychological set.

Fighting the Japanese is hard; fighting tough battles is hard.

Now asking him to attack the Thai Army, and to do so proactively, left Lv Guoquan with no confidence.

He even wondered whether Commander Jiang was too young—facing three divisions, how could he speak so casually of "cutting through"?

However, Jiang Anguo paid no heed to these concerns.

He was a rising star in the military, yet his record was dazzling. From the Battle of Yichang's encirclement relief to the flash strike on Mandalay, he'd seen more hard battles than Lv Guoquan had eaten rice.

Jiang Anguo had taken on genuine Japanese Class A Divisions, often defeating them with inferior forces.

In his eyes, the Japanese Army was the true formidable foe—tactically sophisticated, fortifications hard, bayonet fights fierce.

After several major battles, even though he emerged the ultimate victor, the cost remained huge.

The Thai Army, however, was just a bunch of subordinate troops equipped with Japanese weapons, lacking the resolve for a death‑match, with a command system in utter chaos, unable to compare with the Japanese.

Jiang Anguo extended his palm, thumping firmly on the map at the Lock River's spot; his voice rang loud and resolute, drowning out the engine roar.

"Commander Lv, stop hesitating. Right now the Japanese are preoccupied, and the Thai Army, though numerous, is a scattered bunch. The more we hold, the bolder they become. Better to go the opposite way—charge across the Lock River and settle the battle on the plain!"

His gaze grew deep and resolute, fixed on the rapidly receding tree shadows outside the window, as if already seeing a smoke‑filled battlefield: "I, Jiang Anguo, cut through the enemy's line on the Jianghan Plain, annihilated the Japanese 18th Division at Mandalay. A mere Thai detachment is just a ragtag mob."

"Since they dare to come, we'll make sure they never return! A proactive strike, catching them off‑guard, is the best way to hold Da Qili!"

Jiang Anguo grew more excited as he spoke, Little Devil must be killed, the Thai devils must be killed too!

Kill across Southeast Asia!