The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

Seeing Huang Zurong remain silent, Ma Weiji was not in a hurry. This was what he didn't understand. It would be so much better to be a rich young master and not have to worry about making a living. Instead of thinking about being a playboy, he was thinking about leading troops to fight. He really didn't understand. Were the Japanese really that easy to defeat?

If it were really easy to fight?

They wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

"General Ma, if everyone thinks like this, then isn't our country doomed? What's the point of resisting? Wouldn't it be better to just become slaves of a conquered nation?" Huang Zurong's tone was somewhat cold.

"That makes sense." Ma Weiji's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and after thinking for a moment, he said directly.

"Borrowing another person is impossible, but I can give you something."

As he spoke, he took out a letter of appointment, which was blank, leaving Huang Zurong puzzled as to what he was trying to do.

"With the outbreak of the Pacific War, the higher-ups were concerned that the Japanese army might launch an attack from the Burma Road, so they prepared to strengthen the defenses in southwestern Yunnan. However, the guards there were very weak, basically armed with homemade guns, broadswords, and a small number of rifles, with very few bullets," Ma Weiji explained.

"What can such a force do? A single Japanese company could probably rout them. However, the higher-ups can't spare any more troops, so they've told us to figure out how to allocate some weapons to strengthen the armed forces there."

He didn't say anything more, but Huang Zurong already understood. The 29th Division was a newly formed unit, and asking them to allocate weapons was like cutting off their own flesh to feed an eagle. It would be a miracle if they agreed.

There's another reason I haven't mentioned: Shancheng didn't want to provide weapons. Although Shancheng was also extremely short of weapons and ammunition, it wasn't lacking in small quantities. The reason it didn't provide anything was simply to prevent the Yunnan army from taking the opportunity to expand its power.

"Brother Huang, it used to be fine when you were just a few dozen people messing around. But now that there are so many of you, if we assign each of you a number or something, people will definitely have something to say. But it's different now. As long as you accept this appointment, all the rumors will disappear." Ma Weiji said persuasively.

This was a solution he came up with after careful consideration. He didn't want to transfer weapons from his own troops to those incompetent units, so he thought about sending some people over to fool them and get it over with. Anyway, the Japanese army wouldn't be able to get through anytime soon, or they might not even get through at all.

After all, the US military has now entered the war, and the Japanese army's primary focus will definitely be on the US military, so they won't have time to come to this mountain.

It's not surprising that he has this idea.

After searching around, no one was willing to go; after all, people aren't stupid.

It's much more comfortable to stay in the rear than to go to the border.

So when Huang Zurong came to the door, he came up with this idea: to give the security regiment a random number and let him lead people to the border, ostensibly to strengthen the border defense. As for whether the other party would actually lead people south to fight back, it didn't matter. Anyway, this kind of security regiment was temporary and would not be reported to the Yunnan-Guizhou Pacification Headquarters. He could just say that there was no such thing. What could they do?

And even if he were implicated, he could find a reason: they were overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia who wanted to go home to fight the Japanese, and he couldn't stop them from going home, could he?

It can be said that Ma Weiji had considered all the possibilities.

To be honest, Huang Zurong was indeed tempted by the letter of appointment in front of him. He had been thinking about what name to choose for himself these past two days.

The Iron-Blooded Army of the South Seas?

Or something else.

Unexpectedly, this was like a godsend. With the title of security regiment, recruiting people would at least be more confident, and many things would be much easier to handle once we got to the border.

Actually, he was overthinking it. Even without this title, the border guards wouldn't offend the Nanyang mechanics. After all, without their help to transport supplies, what would the guards eat?

This journey will require scraping off layers of oil.

Therefore, the guards' attitude towards these Nanyang Overseas Chinese mechanics was absolutely impeccable.

"Brother Huang, don't hesitate any longer. With this, at least many things will be much easier to do. Otherwise, if it gets back to the Kunming military headquarters, it will definitely look bad." Seeing that Huang Zurong was still hesitating, Ma Weiji smiled and advised him again.

"What do I need to do?" Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong took a deep breath. He felt as if he had fallen into a trap set for him, but there was really no good way to deal with it at the moment. The main problem was that his identity was very awkward. Having this title would indeed make many things much easier.

Otherwise, do you really think you can fight back with just those few overseas Chinese mechanics? It would be very difficult, or you might have to rely on overseas Chinese.

However, not many of the overseas Chinese knew about military affairs or warfare.

"You don't need to do anything, just go to the border and garrison there. When Brother Huang gets tired of it, I'll send someone to take over." This was another idea of ​​Ma Weiji. He always thought that rich kids like Huang Zurong were just doing it for fun. After a while, they would get bored and give up. At that time, he could send a few trusted men to take over. Although they were a bunch of rabble, they could still be cannon fodder.

Huang Zurong naturally understood the other party's implied meaning, but he did not refute it. Firstly, it could lull the other party into a false sense of security, making them continue to believe that he was just joking around and would not have much of a guard up.

"Okay, then I'll get started." Huang Zurong agreed, and Ma Weiji, seeing how decisive the other party was, picked up his pen without saying a word and began to write quickly.

After leaving the headquarters of the 29th Division, Huang Zurong looked at the appointment letter in his hand and felt something was off. After thinking about it, he searched on the shopping platform and found the difference: the stamped document did not have the seals of the Kunming Headquarters or the Yunnan-Guizhou Pacification Commissioner's Office. It was just the seal of the 29th Division. In other words, this thing was self-appointed by Ma Weiji. It would not be recognized by other places outside. However, it was fine in southwestern Yunnan because the administrative supervisor of the Tenglong Border Region in southwestern Yunnan was Long Shengwu, the son of Long Yun.

"This guy is really planning to use a chicken to hatch eggs, isn't he?" Huang Zurong muttered a couple of times, but he didn't care. Although it wouldn't be of much use outside, it would be enough to bluff people.

Sure enough, after the news of the appointment letter spread, those who had just joined were no longer uneasy. Although the name of the security force was not good, at least they had a number. It was much better than not knowing how to introduce themselves when they went out.

"Make preparations. First, relocate the people from the arsenal to Tengchong, and then gradually move the rest there." After returning, Huang Zurong began to arrange the relocation.