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Chapter 1439: Joining the Allies
William told the foreigners about the choice given by Wang Yan. In order to avoid the ignorant arrogance of other foreigners, he was even considerate enough to tell them what he knew about Wang Yan's toughness in the past less than half a year.

Actually, it was nothing. Wang Yan brought less than 700 people to the airport and destroyed a battalion of the Japanese army. Then, when he failed to cross the river, he stayed here and expanded the team to nearly 4,000 people.

All of this seemed quite impressive when Wang Yan was only a second lieutenant platoon leader. If they knew more about what Wang Yan had done, they would probably be shocked.

The foreigners were in a commotion for a while, and then two people came out from among them. They came to Wang Yan and introduced themselves.

One was John, the British infantry regiment commander, and the other was Thompson, the Allied affairs officer sent by the United States.

There is no doubt that the fact that these two people were chosen to talk with Wang Yan at this time means that they have the highest status among these hundreds of foreigners.

The two politely took the Japanese cigarettes handed over by Wang Yan. Thompson took a long puff and exhaled the smoke with enjoyment, saying: "Although I am still very comfortable at this moment, I have to say that Japanese monkey cigarettes are really hard to smoke."

"I understand that you want to liven up the atmosphere and get closer to us, Thompson. As far as I know, you also call us Chinese monkeys. Your words are not funny. Please just tell me your choice."

"Sorry, Wang, but I want to make one thing clear, I definitely did not say Chinese monkeys." Thompson looked serious.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Wang Yan shook his head. "But it doesn't matter whether it's true or not. I've always called you foreign devils. Perhaps the difference between us is that I always say it directly, unlike you who only dare to speak in front of the weak. Well, time is running out, there's no point in saying more, just tell us your choice."

Thompson looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't show anything else. Even if he had eight more guts, he wouldn't dare to fart again.

As the saying goes, the first move wins the day. The arrogance of the foreigners is in their bones, and they bully the weak and fear the strong. What's more, the foreigners are of not low status.

So just like when I first met William, I first let people know that I am not easy to mess with, so that we can have a relatively peaceful contact and communication. Now it’s the same with these two foreign devils with higher status. I have to let them know their weakness.

John smiled and said, "Wang, don't be so cold and hard. We are allies and brothers. We have a blood feud with the Japanese, but there is no conflict between us."

Seeing Wang Yan looking at him coldly, John felt a strong sense of oppression and waved his hand quickly, "Okay, okay, let's talk about business. Wang, we shouldn't have only two choices, maybe there can be a third choice."

Wang Yan nodded without comment: "Tell me about it."

"You send us back to our territory, and we will give you more and better weapons and equipment. Wang, William just told you your story. There is no doubt that you are a wise general. Under your leadership, your team has become stronger and stronger. You have caused such great damage to the damn Japanese with such a small force.

I believe that with more and better weapons and more troops, you will be able to kill more Japanese, and victory will eventually belong to us."

Wang Yan shook his head: "John, do you know where your territory is? Do you know where your troops are?"

"We have telegraph operators here who can operate radios. You must have a radio, right, Wang? That way we can get in touch with the Allies. Maybe we can devise a plan to take advantage of your surprise and attack them from both sides, giving those damned Japs a good beating."

"Then you have to follow the team first. Go, each of you get a gun, and hurry up and leave here."

"Wang, we have been hungry for a long time and need to eat something first." Thompson replied.

Wang Yan laughed. He stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "Very good, Thompson. I'll have someone leave a gun and some food for you. Eat here before you leave."

"Wang, don't be like this. After all, he is an officer of the Allied Forces and is not very sensitive to the battlefield." John still took care of the allied foreigners.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Call your telegraph operator over and have him contact your troops."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." John responded, pulling the stupid Thompson away, and soon brought back a young and handsome foreigner.

Compared to the fat and balding John and Thompson, this guy looks pretty good.

Wang Yan personally took him to turn on the radio, which was a radio captured from the Takeuchi Corps. It could communicate over thousands of kilometers, which was quite good.

Speaking of which, the biggest threat in this drama is the Takeuchi League, but it has been easily killed by Wang Yan and turned into an experience baby without specific details. He was given a radio, medicine, food, and a lot of weapons and ammunition.

But it was useless for Wang Yan to get the radio. He could only search blindly in the world of radio waves, and there was no way to accurately find a certain force. He couldn't keep sending calls, because he couldn't be sure who would respond to him. If he happened to connect with the Japanese, wouldn't it be the end of him?

So now a telegraph operator came, through whom he could at least contact the Allies.

This marked that he had opened a local area network and was no longer fighting alone. He had a force to cooperate with, and could also negotiate with the Allies to get assistance in weapons, ammunition, medicine and food.

In fact, his current situation was not good. Although he had no shortage of weapons and ammunition, he was relatively short of food. Local production had been destroyed, and the consumption of his nearly 4,000 men was much greater due to the high-intensity marches every day. It was not like they were fighting every day, and not every battle had rich spoils.

It can be said that up to now, his men are fighting on an empty stomach.

So while Wang Yan followed the telegraph operator to contact the Allied forces and asked the telegraph operator for the Allied forces' contact information, the foreigners outside started making trouble again.

Wang Yan couldn't help but frown and looked over: "What's going on?"

He came running over in annoyance and said, "We're just distributing guns and food, but these foreign guys think the food is too little."

"It's annoying. You're the battalion commander. You have 700 brothers under you. Can't you maintain a little order? You beat up whoever shouts louder. Fuck it. We brothers don't have enough to eat, and they're picking on us? Go, beat them up! Beat them up hard!"

"Understood!" Fanla responded straightforwardly, then ran over excitedly, took a run-up and jumped, and with a big kick he kicked a foreigner who was shouting at the top of his lungs and sent him flying.

The soldiers who were holding guns to maintain order were just as straightforward and loaded their guns directly. In an instant, the foreign devils quieted down and obediently received their weapons and simple food.

Then they waited for another ten minutes or so, and the telegraph operator contacted the Allied forces and informed Wang Yan of the situation, which was considered a detailed communication.

They were located in western Myanmar, 150 kilometers southwest of Wang Yan's unit. They sent a telegram saying that a large group of Japanese troops were besieging them and hoped that he would attack them by surprise. There was no preset target, and anyone could be attacked. The purpose was to relieve some pressure on the Allied forces, to gain space for maneuver, and to have a chance to breathe.

All of them were driven there by the Japanese army, including the expeditionary forces in China. Some returned to Yunnan, and some went to India, more precisely, British India, where the Allied headquarters was located. Currently, the only organized Chinese army still roaming in Burma is Wang Yan's.

After looking through the map and combining the intelligence obtained from the Allied Forces, Wang Yan led the Sichuan Army to leave the concentration camp and head towards the Allied Forces in a roundabout way.

Including the foreigners, the marching team of more than 4,000 people is different from the previous 1,800 people. Especially in the war zone, it is certainly impossible for everyone to queue up to pass.

Nearly 3,000 people were dispersed into platoons, with the platoons between companies forming reinforcements, and the companies, battalions, and the headquarters of more than 1,000 people directly led by Wang Yan all formed reinforcements, covering an area of ​​several kilometers. The elite scouts were even sent out more than ten kilometers.

At almost fixed intervals, each department would report the situation to the higher level, and the report would be summarized all the way to Wang Yan. He was like a sophisticated machine, constantly dispatching the teams in various places in a targeted manner.

The main reason was that Wang Yan had no idea about the situation on the battlefield, and was completely in the dark. Therefore, he had to expand the team's contact area as much as possible, spread out, and discover the enemy first.

After discovering the enemy, it is relatively simple. You need to roughly understand the enemy's situation and the surrounding situation, comprehensively consider this small battlefield, and judge the enemy's possible location, the direction of possible reinforcements, and the possible military strength.

Of course, this was not a random judgment. He had a topographic map of Burma in his hand, which was captured from the Japanese army. As for the mountains and rivers, the Japanese had already mapped many areas before the war, and then did more mapping after the war to improve the map.

This, combined with Wang Yan's rich experience, allowed him to move in and out of the ever-changing battlefield seven times...

In this way they travelled most of the way safely, but in reality they were dodging the Japanese army along the way. The straight-line distance was indeed half the way, but the detours they took added up to probably more than 200 kilometers.

If it was before, then the Japanese soldiers found along the way would definitely be killed. However, now in order to establish contact with the foreign devils, they had to hide their whereabouts and take a detour to avoid being discovered by the Japanese in advance.

"Reporting to the prince, seven kilometers to the west, we found the Japanese stronghold. It looks like a warehouse. It's quite large, and there are several hundred people guarding it."

Wang Yan looked at the sky, then took out a map, thought for a moment, and waved to the messenger: "The first battalion (Long Wenjian) goes to the north and ambush in this valley. The second battalion (Fanla) and the third battalion (Ayi) go to the south. There is a road here. Go two kilometers ahead to block it. Tell them to retreat if it doesn't work. Don't be stubborn. The rest of you, go another two kilometers, eat and rest, and launch the attack in five hours."

"Yes!"

Several messengers responded and ran off to deliver the message, each in groups of two.

"King, is the war going to start?" John came closer.

"We have discovered a Japanese warehouse ahead. The battle will begin in five hours. You will also have to go up there. Be prepared."

"Of course, fighting is a soldier's duty and we won't escape. And we will charge bravely." John said confidently.

Wang Yan glanced at him. The foreign devils now had no pride at all. They were all in a mess. They didn't have enough to eat, didn't sleep well, and had to walk a long way every day. They walked as soon as they opened their eyes. They were exhausted.

"Charging is the first choice when necessary. If it is not necessary, it is better to fight slowly. But if you want to die, I won't stop you."

"King, we are your soldiers now, and we will obey your orders."

"Very good." Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction and patted his shoulder. "I hope you can show the combat qualities that a soldier should have."

"Of course, King. We are all warriors, qualified warriors."

Seeing Wang Yan smiling but not saying anything, John said, "Wang, shouldn't we contact them? Tell them to get ready. We are about to start the attack."

"Are you sure you told the Allies and not the Japanese? We don't even know if our communication last time was kept secret. How could we possibly tell them the exact time and location of the attack? Moreover, we are still 20 kilometers away from there. It will take time for the Japanese to take action after our fighting here is reported to them.

So John, don't worry. It won't be too late to tell them after we finish the battle. Even if we don't tell them and wait until I start fighting here, if the commander there is qualified, they will find a chance to launch an attack.

John, you know too little about us. We have not experienced battles together. Wait until you fight a few battles with us, and then you will understand. From today on, I guarantee that you will have a battle every day. "

John didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say. He admitted that Wang Yan was really amazing. He led a team of more than 4,000 people and crossed more than 200 kilometers without being discovered by the Japanese army. He also found that Wang Yan's troops obeyed orders, but he didn't see anything else.

Including the command and dispatch during the march, he could feel that Wang Yan must be quite powerful, otherwise he would not have been discovered, but he didn't know more because he couldn't understand. Wang Yan, the only person he could talk to, obviously didn't have the patience to explain these to him...

So in the face of Wang Yan's solemn and confident words, he could only smile and nod, saying, "You are right."

Wang Yan smiled and didn't care whether the foreigners were supporting him or not. After all, facts would make them understand everything.

Soon, after walking two kilometers, everyone ate, drank, and rested, walked the last five kilometers of the mountain road, hid around to make arrangements, caught their breath, and waited until the appointed time to launch the attack.

"And Krupp?"

"Here, here, Prince." A fat man came out.

"First, fire a round of mortar fire."

"Yes." Krupp responded and ran back quickly. He got dozens of mortars and had people adjust the angles and prepare to load ammunition.

"put!"

With his shout, the soldiers loosened their grip and let the shell slide out of the barrel. The shell was triggered by the firing pin, and it popped out of the barrel, soared into the sky, and chased after the warehouse.

In an instant, there were loud explosions.

The battle has begun...

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