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

"Commander, we've caught two suspicious Burmese men." On the third day after entering Burma, Huang Zurong deliberately slowed down his pace because he was worried about non-combat casualties or people getting lost. The daily marching progress was only ten kilometers, which made the speed very slow.

As a result, many people felt that this was not a war but a tour, and therefore many demanded that the march be sped up.

However, Huang Zurong refused all of them because he knew that the mountainous terrain and jungles in Myanmar had poor road infrastructure, so the marching speed should not be too fast. In addition, he wanted to train the troops and let them adapt more.

However, he forgot one thing: many of the soldiers he recruited were from Yunnan Province. They had been wandering in the mountains and forests since childhood and had long since developed strong legs. This mountain road was nothing to them.

Not to mention, they were riding bicycles, and the ten-kilometer distance was easily covered. It might be a little strenuous to carry two hundred kilograms of supplies, but it wasn't a big problem.

Even so, Huang Zurong still refused. Fighting in foreign lands, he had to be vigilant at all times. In addition, this was his first time leading troops into battle, so he was naturally very careful. All the scouts were sent out, and he was required to set up camp and rest without any relaxation.

The first day was quite fun, but by the third day, with the daily task of setting up camp and expending more energy, no one asked to speed up the march.

"Burmese?" Upon hearing that Burmese people had been captured, Huang Zurong was taken aback. He had initially thought of releasing them, but after some hesitation, he decided to ask the two Burmese people what they did for a living.

"What's your name?" Huang Zurong asked.

As a result, the two Burmese men looked at each other but did not speak, which made Huang Zurong frown slightly, because he had just spoken in Burmese.

This was a case of refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, so he gave a wink to the soldier beside him.

Upon receiving the notification, the soldier kicked the other man in the shin without hesitation, forcing him to his knees. The sudden kneeling caused both men to gasp in pain.

"Your name." Huang Zurong was getting impatient; his intuition told him that these two people were definitely not simple.

The other party only focused on inhaling and did not answer. Seeing this, Huang Zurong stopped talking, drew his dagger from his waist, and slashed at one of the people's fingers.

Ah!

A scream rang out.

"Name?" Huang Zurong remained unmoved and continued to ask.

Seeing that Huang Zurong was about to swing his knife again, the person next to him finally relented and said in Chinese.

"My name is Ang Wen!"

The surname is Aung? Then you must be Burmese, because the most common surnames among Burmese are Aung and U.

"Very good, why are you here?" Huang Zurong nodded, then continued to ask.

Upon hearing this, Ang Wen hesitated for a moment, only to see Huang Zurong raise his knife and bring it down. Another finger of his companion fell, and a scream echoed throughout the camp. This time, he was completely scared.

"Reconnaissance intelligence," Ang replied hastily.

The answer, "reconnaissance intelligence," left Huang Zurongqian stunned. What kind of intelligence were they reconnaissance intelligence for?

If he remembers correctly, this place is still in northern Myanmar. He has only just crossed the border, about 30 or 40 kilometers at most, and yet he came here to gather intelligence.

and many more?

Suddenly, Huang Zurong seemed to remember something and looked at the other person coldly.

"The Burmese Independence Army?"

The Burmese were the only ones suitable for intelligence gathering. This was a Burmese ethnic armed force supported by the Japanese army, whose core objective was to use the Japanese army to drive out the British army. However, it became a collaborator and fifth column for the Japanese invasion of Burma, exacerbating the disastrous defeat of the expeditionary force.

"Yes." Ang Wen hadn't expected Huang Zurong to guess his identity so quickly, which made him a little flustered.

"Your hands have thick calluses; you're clearly not a new recruit," Huang Zurong sneered.

"So you're from the British-Burmese division." Ang Wen knew there was no point in hiding it at this point, so he didn't.

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong remained silent, which was not surprising. With so many colonies, the British Empire could not possibly draw troops from the mainland for all of them. Therefore, officers were usually British, while soldiers were selected from the local indigenous population.

The fighting capacity of this newly formed force was utterly terrible. In addition, the slogans promoted by the Burmese Independence Army, which was supported by the Japanese army, attracted many Burmese to join, and they completely lost the will to fight the Japanese army.

Huang Zurong had no idea what the British were thinking, sending such a force to fight the Japanese.

"This is the rear area, what kind of intelligence are you gathering?" Huang Zurong asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Ang Wen hesitated for a moment. He didn't know whether he should speak or not, but seeing the other party raise the dagger again, he finally spoke hesitantly.

"Our orders were to scout out the troop deployments from northern Burma to southwestern Yunnan, and to cooperate with the Japanese army's operations if necessary."

Was the Japanese army's intelligence capabilities really that strong?

This was Huang Zurong's first reaction, but he quickly realized something was wrong. Logically speaking, the Japanese army was not yet 100% confident that it could quickly take over Burma. After all, the Japanese army that came to occupy Burma was not a Class A division, and with 100,000 expeditionary troops to face, the Japanese army was still under considerable pressure.

Moreover, even if the expeditionary force is defeated, it will still be some time before they can advance into southwestern Yunnan, so the only explanation is that the other side is deceiving them.

Thinking of this, Huang Zurong cut off another of the other person's fingers without saying a word.

Ang asked his teammate next to him, who was completely stunned and even forgot the pain. Ang asked, "Didn't I already answer? Why did you cut my finger?"

"You'd better behave yourself. If you're found to be dishonest again, it won't just be your finger anymore." Huang Zurong glared at the other person and then voiced his doubts.

This time, Ang Wen's expression changed. He didn't expect his lie to be exposed. He tried to argue, but found that the other party had directly stuck his finger into his thigh.

The intense pain forced him to confront reality: the person before him was an extremely cruel individual. In the end, he had no choice but to confess everything.

His mission was actually quite simple: recruit more people in the name of the Burma Independence Army, and then sabotage some key transportation routes to prevent the expeditionary force's supplies from reaching the front lines.

To put it bluntly, they used every means at their disposal to plan everything, from the enemy's expeditionary force to their journey home.

The goal was to have the Japanese army wipe out the entire expeditionary force.

It can be said that the malice of their intentions caused everyone present to change their expressions.

If the other side succeeds, the expeditionary force will suffer a great loss, if not be completely wiped out.

"Commander, how do we deal with these two?"

"Kill them, throw them into the woods, and feed them to the wild animals." Huang Zurong waved his hand, signaling to drag the two men out.

"Yes."