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

"Commander, these Burmese are really wicked." Huang Zhiwen couldn't help but ask as he watched the two Burmese being dragged away like dead dogs.

"We didn't steal their land or their food, so why are they making trouble for us? And they even help the Japanese devils against us, those sons of bitches."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong glanced at the other person and thought that this guy was still too naive. The reason he kept him by his side was simply because the other person was of Chinese descent from Yangon, Myanmar. Having them by his side would bring too many benefits, but he was still too simple-minded.

It's no wonder that these Chinese families didn't have a good ending.

"That's right. We didn't rob them of their land and food, but the British did a lot of things. They even enslaved the Burmese for nearly a century. You should know how many uprisings the Burmese launched during that time, right?" Huang Zurong continued, explaining to the others present, mainly to keep them in mind.

That is, the Burmese are not trustworthy. No matter what they say, don't believe them. These people only have one logic in their minds: whoever opposes our enemies is our friend.

The Japanese army's slogan was precisely to help them drive out the British army.

Therefore, the Japanese army became their ally, while the expeditionary force, by helping the British army, naturally became the enemy of the Burmese.

The logic seemed sound, and the Japanese army took advantage of this to quickly defeat the British and the expeditionary force. Later, when the Japanese army's true colors were revealed, the Burmese regretted their actions.

"So, in the eyes of these Burmese people, we are evil?" Huang Zhiwen felt his worldview was crumbling. He originally thought his actions were righteous, and that he joined Huang Zurong's militia to drive out the Japanese army. Even if these Burmese people didn't support them, they shouldn't have harmed them.

The results of it?

Instead of feeling grateful, they thought they were accomplices, which he found hard to accept.

Looking at the other person's expression, Huang Zurong was not surprised, because the other person was a Chinese from Yangon, and Yangon was considered to be of relatively important importance in the eyes of the British army, so there were more troops stationed there. The Burmese there had a better income, so their desire to resist was not so strong. Therefore, the Burmese that Huang Zhiwen came into contact with would not have such malice.

"More or less," Huang Zurong replied ambiguously. There wasn't much to say about this; it was simply a matter of different perspectives, which naturally led to different viewpoints.

"Commander, what's the next step?" someone asked.

"There are definitely more than just these two Burmese. Let's think of a way to find out where they are and kill them all. Keeping them alive will only cause trouble." Now that he knew the Burmese's vicious intentions, Huang Zurong naturally couldn't ignore them. It would be a good opportunity to practice on these Burmese.

Start with the easy ones and then move on to the difficult ones. The Burmese are probably about as strong as bandits. Using them as practice subjects will not only boost morale but also help identify weaknesses.

"We shouldn't have killed them just now." Hearing Huang Zurong say this, someone immediately felt regretful.

If we don't kill them and let them go back, we can send people to follow them and definitely find their hideout.

Hearing this, Huang Zurong smiled calmly. Since he did this, he must have already thought of a countermeasure.

"Don't worry, these are not problems. Pass the word down and tell all battalions and companies to prepare for battle." Huang Zurong waved his hand and then said seriously.

"Yes, Commander."

After they left, Huang Zurong went to another camp, which was the most secretive unit he had ever built, and very few people in the entire militia knew about it.

"Deploy the drones and, using the camp as a radius, locate any suspicious Burmese hiding nearby," Huang Zurong ordered Wang Fang, the captain of the drone team.

"Yes." Without saying a word, the other party immediately began issuing various instructions.

After this period of training, the members of the drone team have become proficient in operating the drones. Soon, the drones took off and flew toward their designated targets.

Huang Zurong watched all this quietly. This situation had been simulated many times before. Unlike the previous simulations, this was a real battle, so it was inevitable that he was a little nervous. However, Huang Zurong did not reprimand him.

It's quite impressive that these people have been able to accomplish so much in such a short time.

Not long after, news came.

"Commander, we've found it." Wang Fang approached Huang Zurong and immediately reported to his superior.

"Where?" Huang Zurong answered, glancing at his watch and noticing that it had only taken about ten minutes, which was quite efficient.

This also means that the other party should be nearby.

If left unchecked, these people might do anything—poisoning, blowing up bridges, destroying roads, and so on.

Therefore, the best approach is to strike first and eliminate them beforehand.

"It's about seven kilometers to our northeast," Wang Fang quickly replied.

"Northeast?" Huang Zurong repeated, clearly pondering the motives of these Burmese people appearing there, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a while.

"Commander, should we send men to surround and wipe them out?" Wang Fang suggested.

"How many people are on the other side?" Huang Zurong asked.

"There were probably two or three hundred people, mainly armed with British rifles, but no artillery was found."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong narrowed his eyes, then a cold glint flashed in them, and he gave the order.

"Have the first and second battalions flank us from the northwest in a fan shape."

Before Wang Fang could speak, Huang Zurong continued.

"Have your squad load the drones with mortar shells, fly them again, and drop the bombs on them, forcing them to retreat in this direction."

It's unrealistic to expect to annihilate this Burmese army by simply outflanking them, but with the help of drone bombing, it's definitely achievable.

By the time the Burmese troops realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

"Yes," Wang Fang replied immediately.

In addition to training them in drone flight, Huang Zurong also taught them how to use drones to attach bombs. Now is the time to test their combat capabilities.

The squad members quickly took out British 2-inch mortar shells, which are 51 mm in caliber.

This thing is called a mortar, but it's actually more like a grenade launcher.

According to the British Army manual, the main task of this type of mortar is to fire smoke grenades to cover the troops' advance, which is actually correct. Platoon-level support fire is more important in covering squad operations.

Huang Zurong wouldn't have liked it, but this thing was really lightweight. A bicycle could carry a lot of shells. And no matter how bad this thing was, it was still more useful than a rifle, right?

Now, with modified shells, their destructive power when falling from the sky is absolutely formidable.