Chapter 66: Angshan?

Jiang Anguo circled around to stand behind one of the Myanmar men; just now the two of them were muttering something, but it wasn't Japanese, and Jiang Anguo couldn't understand it.

"Very good, it seems you didn't remember my words."

Jiang Anguo gave the woman no chance; he raised his hand, the M1935 in his grip already had its safety off, bang, a 9mm bullet pierced the Myanmar man's brain.

"Stop." The words "open fire" hadn't even been finished, and she was left only with wide‑open eyes.

The slain comrade hadn't expected a Chinese person to dare fire a gun; his struggling, vengeful posture made Jiang Anguo feel somewhat laughable.

The two soldiers holding the corpse let go, and the body slowly fell onto the ground.

This was Jiang Anguo's second time shooting someone; the first shot killed a Japanese pilot, and this second shot unexpectedly killed a Myanmar man.

Did he feel anything? It seemed not.

Because along the way he had witnessed too many lives and deaths; on the Dian-Mian Highway, all sorts of people, the lives of ordinary civilians were essentially worthless.

Moreover, his current status is with the Expeditionary Force, and these Myanmar spies are aiding the Japanese, seeking to invade China—a impossible scenario.

100 points; he didn't expect this Myanmar person to give him 100 points.

Jiang Anguo surveyed another Myanmar man and the woman; clearly they were not ordinary Myanmar soldiers, at least they were Squad leaders.

As scouts, three Squad leaders leading a team seemed improper—perhaps the Myanmar were overly confident.

When the th Division entered Tonggu, they tried to gather information from the local populace; unfortunately, no Myanmar were willing to cooperate.

On the contrary, the th Division's troop dispositions were all reported by the Myanmar to the Japanese Devil.

"I'll repeat what I just said: I ask, you answer, understand?" Jiang Anguo smiled.

Demon, let the ten thousand Buddhas of the world capture this demon.

Myanmar is a Buddha Kingdom; every village has its own temple, so most people in the country are Buddhist.

"What is your name?" Jiang Anguo continued.

Mi Long watched from the side as the battalion commander interrogated the prisoner; at first he thought the commander would only reprimand the captive, but he was surprised by the commander's immediate gunshot—so decisive.

Jiang Anguo didn't consider killing a pleasant act, but if the target was an enemy, a dead enemy was the most delightful.

Being ruthless and cruel—not so.

Jiang Anguo felt it was the environment that caused it; if you ask what feeling killing gives him, he has none, and even the soldiers nearby are completely unruffled, some even smiling.

Seeing blood, he had no reaction at all.

Perhaps this is reality: staying alive is hard, death is instead simple.

"Māmāwēn."

"Māmāwēn"—what a name, Jiang Anguo thought oddly; perhaps there is also a surname.

"What is your surname?" Jiang Anguo asked.

Clearly the question made Māmāwēn hesitate, but she could no longer afford to; "Angshan Māmāwēn."

"Angshan"—the name sounded familiar to Jiang Anguo, but he couldn't quite recall.

"Was the map drawn for the Japanese?"

"Yes." Māmāwēn replied.

Jiang Anguo nodded; it seemed the little girl was now honest, "There is a Small Path here."

Jiang Anguo had indeed thought about the Small Path; it was precisely for this reason he stationed the camp in Lashu's West City District, which lies midway between two mountain passes. When the Japanese wanted to cross here, even without a single division's forces, Jiang Anguo would still dare to clash with Little Japan.

"Yes." The Myanmar person truly was a guide party; indeed, even without mainland input, the Japanese had already begun studying the Small Path to attack Lashu.

"Then don't you know that the Japanese are burning, killing, and looting in China?" Jiang Anguo asked, puzzled.

Māmāwēn shook her head, "I don't know."

Jiang Anguo seemed to recall, "What relation are you to Angshan—sister, daughter?"

Māmāwēn's eyes widened; she never expected the Chinese man before her to know her identity.

"You still haven't answered my question." Jiang Anguo had already stepped in front of another Myanmar man.

"Angshan is my brother."

Indeed, Jiang Anguo's guess was correct, though he hadn't expected Māmāwēn to be so bold as to venture deep into Lashu.

But thinking further, it made sense: Myanmar people in their own territory aren't killed by the British or Chinese, they are close to the Japanese, so Māmāwēn faces almost no obstruction in Myanmar and can even receive help from many locals.

For the Chinese army trying to defeat the Japanese, it was already difficult enough, now turned into a cataclysmic situation.

The previously assumed numerical superiority vanished after the Japanese added troops twice, and the crucial intelligence was virtually nonexistent.

Inquiring the British was like asking and getting no answer at all.

"How many of you are there?" Jiang Anguo continued.

"Just three."

"Really?" Jiang Anguo was skeptical; just three people—were they that bold, and also Angshan's sister?

Māmāwēn nodded; Jiang Anguo looked into her eyes, which showed no panic—perhaps she was still exhilarated about Myanmar's independence.

He had no idea that the British, driven away, were the alpha wolf, while the Japanese were the true devil.

Before entering Myanmar, Japanese soldiers were strictly prohibited from certain actions, but after seizing Myanmar, everything changed completely.

Māmāwēn also believed that the British and Chinese wouldn't do anything to them, which made her so bold.

Jiang Anguo asked a few more questions.

In fact, Māmāwēn's mission was simply to scout the Expeditionary Force's strength at Lashu.

Now Jiang Anguo was at a loss, "Xiao Si, give her a face wash with the water from the kettle."

"Alright." Xiao Si replied.

As Xiao Si rinsed Māmāwēn's face with water, her fair skin was revealed; Jiang Anguo hadn't expected her to be a pretty young lady.

"Ah, still looking very clean." Jiang Anguo praised.

In reality, in this high‑latitude region of Myanmar, under the sun's rays, achieving such a fair complexion is actually difficult.

But long‑term malnutrition made them grow overly skinny.

Jiang Anguo pinched his chin with his right hand, pondering how to handle these two Myanmar people, since he had killed one of their comrades; at this moment the two looked at Jiang Anguo with hateful eyes.

"I am contemplating a question: should I kill you, or spare the two of you?" Jiang Anguo gave this question to Mǎmǎwēn.

Mǎmǎwēn's fearful gaze finally appeared, and Jiang Anguo also saw that hint of unease.

"You should know, actually you are of little use to me; the information you know I basically already know. If I kill you, surely your brother wouldn't know it was me. You probably don't even know me yet, and of course you don't need to know me."

Mi Long stared blankly, still thinking the camp commander, like his former superior, was interested in this little beauty, but he didn't like such a skinny little girl at all; she held no appeal.

"Mi Long, take these two to the Guard Company, have them guarded properly, and you lead the squad back for training," Jiang Anguo still thought that keeping Mǎmǎwēn might be useful, albeit only perhaps a little.

Even if these two are killed, their points wouldn't be high; certainly not as high as the Japanese Pilot's points. The Japanese Pilot killed last time received double the reward, even under normal circumstances 1000 points.

After the events of the past two days, a seed was planted in Jiang Anguo's heart, waiting to sprout.

Seeing Mi Long still not preparing to leave, eyes fixed on the pistol in his hand, Jiang Anguo casually tossed it to Mi Long, "Scram."

Mi Long caught the pistol in one hand.

"Yes."

No one knows why Mi Long wants so many pistols; he once asked Mi Long, but Mi Long just said he wanted to collect them.

Jiang Anguo abandoned the patrol plan and instead took the map seized from the spy, came to his own camp tent, and compared it. The map was of the area near Lashu, which Jiang Anguo had earlier had someone go to the city to purchase.

Both in accuracy and in some regions, it differed far too much.

On the contrary, this Small Road matches the route shown on the map; not only does Lashu's Western Front have a small road, but the southeast corner of Lashu also has a small road that can be taken.

Dong.

A fist struck the map on the wooden board; this location is very important!

It seems impossible; doing it alone will lead to disaster, clueless. If Mi Long hadn't discovered those three spies, Jiang Anguo truly hadn't thought that the enemy was already studying the small road.

He placed the barracks outside Lashu's western city, precisely to prevent the enemy from attacking from the west.

But if the enemy attacks from the east, that would be a huge problem.

Not only an Engineer Company is needed, but also a Reconnaissance Company; Jiang Anguo said "do it" and directly exchanged for a Reconnaissance Company.