Chapter 65: Southern Spy

"Xiao Si, when I become a division commander, I'll give you a Regiment Commander ding-ding."

"Thank you, Young Master," Xiao Si said with a smile, thinking Jiang Anguo was joking.

Xiao Si, besides guarding Jiang Anguo, also carries Jiang Anguo's Sniper Rifle and his own MP40 Submachine Gun; Xiao Si loves it immensely.

Jiang Anguo also tried it: in street fighting or jungle warfare, the MP40 Submachine Gun is definitely a killing weapon, but in open plains where the two armies face off, the submachine gun is less effective, its lethal range is still too short.

Jiang Anguo took Xiao Si to the various companies, inspecting everyone's training conditions.

Jiang Anguo had already met with the various Company Commanders yesterday; after entering Lashu, all training continued as usual, and yesterday was just a brief rest for everyone.

In addition, he dispatched two units, the Third Company and the Engineer Company, to the south of Lashu to construct fortifications; that spot offers a perfect view of the whole Lashu. Jiang Anguo didn't go up himself, but sensed the position is crucial, and ideally the anti‑aircraft positions should also be placed there.

That way, they can spot Japanese aircraft at the first moment.

Jiang Anguo considered a long‑term defense of Lashu, but he wasn't confident; he doesn't want to lure a large Japanese Army force there, or Lashu would become a meat‑grinder battle.

Ideally, defend Lashu for a while, then crush the small Japanese Devil raiding unit, and then retreat to Yunnan for recuperation.

Regarding this, Jiang Anguo currently has no complete plan in his mind; he can only take one step at a time.

If he wants rapid promotion, he still needs to be on the Myanmar battlefield; as long as he kills enemies and his prestige is sufficient, there may be a chance for promotion.

"Meng Fanle, notify later; aside from the personnel building the camp, the rest of the soldiers should go to the Engineer Company to help, as that area is also a huge project," Jiang Anguo said.

"Yes, Regiment Commander." Meng Fanle is now also considered Jiang Anguo's Messenger.

Besides his regular time beside Jiang Anguo, Meng Fanle spends the rest of his time in the Medical Team; of course, Meng Fanle isn't ill—it's because Chen Xiaozui joined the Medical Team.

In fact, Xiao Zui can't help much yet; he's still in the learning stage, because certain medicines and their effects require professional knowledge, and of course skill comes with practice, which also needs time.

Currently, what Chen Xiaozui can handle is disinfecting the soldiers after they're injured.

The soldiers all quite like going to the Medical Team.

The main reason, of course, isn't Chen Xiaozui; Xiao Zui is already popular with both men and women.

Meng Fanle is also considered Beiping's number one figure; he doesn't feel sorry for Xiao Zui.

Mainly because the Medical Team has female soldiers; they say three years not in the army, three years in the army, the mother pig rivals Diao Chan.

Good fellows, although they're not especially beautiful, a group of big gentlemen, when they see a large bunch of female soldiers, their eyes widen.

Jiang Anguo finds the funniest thing is Mielong; good fellow, not at all moved.

The girl doesn't seem to be Mielong's type.

Mielong spends all day clutching his MG42, constantly saying, "I need to kill more Japanese Devils."

His training is also the most serious; Mielong is quite ruthless.

Just as he mentioned Mielong, Jiang Anguo saw Mielong approaching from afar, shirtless. He first said, "Mielong, remember to wear proper uniform; jungle mosquitoes don't discriminate, don't let the Japanese Devils fall victim to mosquitoes before you see them."

"Regiment Commander, it's fine, I'm healthy," Mielong said, patting his chest twice with a "pat pat" sound.

Jiang Anguo shook his head helplessly, "What's up with those people behind you?"

He saw that Mielong was escorting several people, including a girl whose face was obscured and smeared with dirt, followed by a few Burmese civilians in traditional attire.

"Hehe, Regiment Commander, this isn't a training pull; one of my soldiers, when stepping out for a break, ran into a few sneaky people and just grabbed them. Want to take a look?" Mielong said with a grin.

Sneaky people—this becomes a problem.

"Mielong, what's really going on?" Jiang Anguo didn't want to start a conflict with the Burmese at this moment.

Mielong once again pulled several pistols from his chest, saying, "Regiment Commander, these were seized from those people, along with some ammunition and a map."

Jiang Anguo had to admit, Mielong truly is a lucky soldier!

"These are real spies," Jiang Anguo said, examining the few people Mielong captured—three in total, with a girl at the front.

Jiang Anguo toyed with the pistol Mielong handed over; it resembled an M1911, but on closer inspection there were differences. Opening the magazine revealed 9mm rounds.

He didn't recognize it, so he queried the system; it turned out to be an M1935 pistol, a French‑made handgun.

Alright, that's the France that claims to have the world's number one army.

They surrendered early and handed over the colony of Vietnam.

This is a French pistol, and there are two more that are still Southern pistols; that's odd.

"Are you Japanese?" Jiang Anguo asked.

After waiting a while with no reply, Jiang Anguo used broken English to ask if they were chickens, but they didn't understand.

"Mielong, you aren't injured, are you?" Jiang Anguo asked.

Mielong shook his head, "Regiment Commander, after they were discovered I had people surround them; before they could fire, I already subdued them."

"Oh, I didn't expect it; you even used your brain. Send Xiao Si to fetch a box of canned food back," Jiang Anguo praised.

"Alright, thank you, Regiment Commander."

A box of canned food is quite a lot; it contains fifty cans.

The soldiers generally love canned food; most cans contain various fruits that many have never tried, and canned goods are much sweeter than fresh fruit, so everyone likes sweet things.

"Regiment Commander, what shall we do with those people?" Mielong asked.

Jiang Anguo, seeing no answer, deliberately said, "Kill them; keeping them is useless."

"Yes, Regiment Commander," Mielong said earnestly, aligning his gun as if to resolutely carry out the command.

One head is worth 20 points; three heads, 60 points; if there's an officer among them, the minimum value is 100 points.

Jiang Anguo never loses money on blood.

"No, no, no," the girl said.

Jiang Anguo nodded, saying, "Good, you can speak English."

"Yes, I can, don't kill us."

"Fine, answer honestly whatever I ask; if you don't speak, sorry, your companions will die," Jiang Anguo said with a smile.

The girl felt that this man in front of her was a devil; the Japanese were right—both Chinese and English are devils, only the Japanese came to save them.

"Can your companions speak English?" That was Jiang Anguo's first question.

The woman shook her head, "They all can't."

Jiang Anguo acknowledged the reply, "These maps of yours were drawn for the Japanese."

He waited five seconds, couldn't make out the woman's facial expression, but saw hesitation in her eyes, meaning she didn't want to answer Jiang Anguo's question.