Chapter 49: Target Thailand

Jiang Anguo tries to ensure Li Yi's unit can take more weapons and equipment.

He also exchanged 32 Grenade Launchers, letting Li Yi take all the ammunition; this item is not particularly useful to him.

However, Jiang Anguo, after seeing the Grenade Launcher, clicked his tongue in amazement; this device can not only fire shells, but crucially has a range of five hundred meters, enough to launch the Japanese's biochemical weapons.

Indeed, the Japanese fire biochemical weapons often using this model of Grenade Launcher.

"Li Yi, I'm also providing you with thirty horses for transporting supplies; load as much food as possible, and also bring some rifle maintenance parts. Once you reach Thailand, you'll truly have to rely on yourselves," Jiang Anguo said.

"One more thing: on April 30 we'll send you a Telegram. During that period, keep your radio silent; if you receive a retreat signal, fall back to Xishuangbanna. Understood?" Jiang Anguo said.

"Yes, Commander."

One horse costs 7.5 points, and each can carry one hundred kilograms of cargo; thirty horses amount to three thousand kilograms of goods.

Inside, Jiang Anguo placed not only food but also some salt and tea leaves for trade.

Medicine is also essential; Myanmar's poisonous insects, snakes, and ants are too many.

Night falls.

Everything is so quiet, except for the units on night patrol.

No one knows about Li Yi's unit's appearance; only Jiang Anguo knows. Jiang Anguo patted Li Yi's shoulder and said, "From now on you can only rely on yourselves; safety first."

"Yes, Commander."

"Let's go." With Jiang Anguo's order, Li Yi led his Whole Company of 160 men toward the unfamiliar country.

Jiang Anguo watched Li Yi's troops recede until the last person vanished from sight.

His heart was conflicted, because those 160 heading to Thailand faced an uncertain fate and might all die there.

Yet he hoped Li Yi's unit could pose a sufficient threat to the Thai Army, so that the Expeditionary Force's flank, i. e., the Eastern Front, would have at least some time for rest and retreat.

So the Expeditionary Force's rear wouldn't be completely exposed under the Japanese troops' watch.

He glanced at the time; it was almost eleven, and most soldiers had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Anguo's Horn blared, startling everyone half to death; amid the curses of squads, platoons, and companies, the soldiers quickly donned gear and stood on the open ground outside Chanda.

"Very good, go back to sleep," Jiang Anguo said, and they returned to rest.

He too needed to rest; he was extremely sleepy.

Everyone wanted to curse, but held back; if the Commander lost his temper, it would be trouble.

Especially washing a platoon's socks—one can imagine the smell.

Jiang Anguo's punishment was unlike anyone else's.

Everyone thought they could sleep soundly tonight, but at about two o'clock in the night another emergency assembly was called, this time noticeably slower than before.

Jiang Anguo still said nothing, just told them to go back to sleep.

In fact, Jiang Anguo had already deployed troops near Chanda for patrol, so any ambush would be detected immediately.

But this is not a combat zone; a battlefield gives you no time to react.

By the time you get up, the enemy may have already broken in; the Japanese love night raids most.

After several days of training, everyone's reaction speed clearly improved a lot.

"Very good. After these days of training, I see everyone has deep dark circles; looks like you haven't slept well. Am I being cursed in your hearts?" Jiang Anguo joked.

Naturally, no one dared to say it outright; inside they had cursed Jiang Anguo hundreds or thousands of times.

"It's fine, you can curse if you want. Remember, on the battlefield the enemy gives you no reaction time. The fact that you can assemble within a minute after the whistle is already good." If it were just combat, these soldiers could pick up their weapons once they're awake.

Jiang Anguo required everyone to assemble at the training ground, so the march would waste some time.

"Today I'll talk about how to deal with the Japanese on the battlefield."

"Whether you've ever fought the Japanese or killed them, remember this: a dead Japanese is a beast; a living Japanese is worse than a beast."

Laughter erupted from below, "Ha ha."

Jiang Anguo was right; the Japanese are indeed less than beasts.

"Remember, your weapons and gear outclass the Japanese; the only gap in Myanmar is our lack of air support, which is our weakness."

Whether rifles, machine guns, or artillery, Jiang Anguo's Independent Battalion's weapons and equipment must surpass the Japanese.

The only possible lacking is combat coordination.

This can't be achieved in training; you need to see blood to know if the unit can fight.

The Japanese Forces' fighting spirit is not that weak.

Jiang Anguo stayed in Chanda for many days without departing, largely because he was training the troops and building strength.

Otherwise, taking hundreds or thousands of men to the Myanmar battlefield would have no effect.

"But we can launch a surprise attack; the Japanese don't know our firepower layout."

Up to this point, all companies also conduct raid training daily.

"Everyone, write this down: once we defeat the Japanese, when collecting weapons and ammo on the battlefield, remember to finish off any surviving Japanese. If you see them holding something, give them a bullet, because if they accidentally trigger a grenade and you both go down, I don't want you to have to retrieve bodies."

"Everyone, got it?"

"Got it."

Jiang Anguo nodded, "Looks like you remembered. Don't forget, finish off the Japanese devils; on the battlefield there's no need for mercy, even wounded ones must be killed, leave none."

On the battlefield, if a bullet can solve it, don't use a sword. The famed Chinese broadsword is actually a last resort; you raise it but never get close, and the enemy shoots you down.

"The Japanese massacred three hundred thousand of my people in Nanjing; since the Japanese invaded the Northeast, how many of my Chinese compatriots have they killed? Even killing them ten times wouldn't be too much."

"After the war ended, the recorded casualties exceed thirty million military and civilian lives, not counting the unrecorded. For Little Japan, this is an unending hatred; we wish to wipe out all the Japanese."

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

On the training ground, battle cries thundered.

Jiang Anguo felt deeply gratified, the army's morale was usable.