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

"Aung asked them if they hadn't returned yet?" Somewhere in the jungle, a group of Burmese people were gathered together discussing something when someone suddenly asked.

"No, it's already past the scheduled time."

"Could they be lost?"

"Absolutely impossible. Ang Wen is a local. He grew up here and it's impossible for him to get lost."

"Then there's only one possibility: something's happened."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent instantly, knowing what an accident meant.

"That shouldn't be the case. The main force of the expeditionary force has already gone south. There are only some British troops nearby, and they are all stationed in towns. They have no intention of sweeping away anything."

"Could it be that we encountered a wild animal?"

It's not impossible, but the chances are too low, and both of them have weapons, so there's not much to worry about with ordinary wild animals.

"It shouldn't be either of those."

"Fine, send a few more people to search the area."

Just as one of them got up to relay the order, a dark shadow, resembling a shell, fell down, followed by an explosion.

The group of people who were originally gathered together discussing something suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood.

The other Burmese people around were stunned by the explosion, and after they came to their senses, they scattered in all directions.

Although they didn't know why there was an explosion, their intuition told them that something was definitely wrong.

Immediately afterwards, several more shells landed, explosions continued, and more and more people fell to the ground.

The Burmese were completely terrified. The sudden artillery shells had truly stunned them; it was just too bizarre.

Normally, a shell will make a sharp whistling sound before it hits the ground, which a person with a sensitive ear can definitely hear.

The results of it?

No one heard a sound, but the explosions continued incessantly.

"May Buddha protect us." Many frightened Burmese people knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, begging Buddha for protection, but many more scattered and fled in different directions.

But soon someone discovered that fleeing westward would avoid being bombed, while other directions would be attacked by artillery shells.

"Why do these shells look exactly the same?" Someone noticed something was wrong. Normally, two shells wouldn't fall into the same crater.

But the shells in front of them seemed to have a special eye, deliberately exploding in areas with many people. Some clever people tried to hide in those places that had already been bombed, only to find that they would not only be bombed, but also be bombed even more severely.

"Quick, we won't get bombed here." More and more people noticed that there were very few explosions to the west, so they all rushed westward.

When Huang Zurong learned of all this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he couldn't suppress his smile. Clearly, the tactic had succeeded.

Next, I'll hand it over to the two infantry battalions; I'm sure they won't let me down.

"Well done." Huang Zurong patted Wang Fang on the shoulder, praising him generously.

This was the drone team's first real-world operation, and the results were unexpectedly impressive, exceeding his expectations.

This gave him greater confidence in facing the Japanese army.

I was worried before, how could such a rabble defeat the Japanese army?

The drone team's achievements have given him immense confidence.

In this era, there are basically no means of countering drones. Drones are practically invincible. Of course, there are some skilled marksmen who can hit drones, but the chances are extremely low.

Therefore, Huang Zurong is now full of confidence and can't wait to rush to the front line and compete with the Japanese army.

"It's all thanks to the regimental commander's cultivation," Wang Fang said, shaking his head.

Hearing this, Huang Zurong was in an even better mood. However, he did not have the habit of taking credit for others' work, and said that the drone team deserved the credit this time, and there was no need for him to pat himself on the back.

Not long after, sporadic gunfire rang out from the distant jungle. Huang Zurong knew that his troops had engaged in combat with the Burmese army, and that the battle would end soon if nothing unexpected happened.

In fact, the battle ended very quickly. When the fleeing Burmese found hundreds or thousands of enemies ahead, they lost all will to run and chose to kneel down and surrender.

The previous bizarre explosion had already terrified them, and now, facing hundreds or even thousands of fully armed soldiers, the Burmese, who were already too weak to run, had no will to resist.

Seeing the battle end so easily, the officers and soldiers of the First and Second Battalions felt like they were dreaming; it all happened so fast.

Some people were prepared to sacrifice themselves, only to find that the enemy surrendered after they had only fired a few shots. The contrast was truly shocking.

Although the battle ended quickly, the effect was excellent: the soldiers, having been tempered by the battle, were no longer afraid to fight.

"Commander, we've captured over a hundred prisoners. What should we do with them?" Soon, a new problem arose for Huang Zurong: there were still over a hundred Burmese prisoners.

Bringing so many people along would definitely be a huge hidden danger. With Huang Zurong's methods, how could he possibly agree to bring them along? However, he couldn't say this himself, so he looked at Huang Zhiwen, who had become somewhat ruthless.

"Zhiwen, what are your thoughts?" Huang Zurong looked at him with encouraging eyes.

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhiwen hesitated slightly before speaking.

"Have them dig a big hole and bury them all."

Upon hearing this, the people present couldn't help but gasp. Killing prisoners was an ominous sign, but none of them spoke. Instead, they looked at Huang Zurong.

"That's a good idea, but wouldn't it be a bit cruel?" Huang Zurong said, but his expression clearly showed his support.

"Commander, the moment these people picked up weapons, they were no longer civilians, but enemies. If we hadn't discovered them today, what could they have done? I think everyone here knows that it would have been either the Expeditionary Force or us who died or were wounded." The more Huang Zhiwen spoke, the more he felt that what he was doing was right.

"Zhiwen is right. They are our enemies. To deal with enemies, we must be more ruthless than them so that they will be afraid. Why do these people dare to attack us? Don't they think we are easy to bully?" Huang Zurong felt that they still needed to take drastic measures, otherwise they would encounter this situation many more times in the future. From the moment they entered Myanmar, they had naturally stood on the opposite side of these Burmese people. If they did not change their mindset now, they would inevitably suffer losses later.

Didn't we suffer the same loss in a later battle?

You treat others as your own people, but they treat you as an enemy.

Therefore, from the moment he entered Myanmar, Huang Zurong kept emphasizing that he must not associate with these Burmese people.

"Yes, Commander." Seeing that Huang Zurong had said so, everyone stopped talking and accepted the order.

Seeing this, Huang Zurong was very satisfied, and then turned his gaze to Lashio in the distance.