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

"Commander, the headquarters has ordered us to abandon our westward retreat to India and instead change our route to travel north along the Bhamo-Namkham direction, crossing the mountains of northern Myanmar back to China." Major Chen Qingkun, communications staff officer at the 200th Division headquarters, came to Dai Anlan with a telegram and read it quickly.

Upon hearing this, Dai Anlan frowned slightly, clearly knowing what this order meant.

Now that Lashio has been occupied, their route back home has been cut off, and they are facing a predicament of no supplies, no heavy weapons, and no maps. Originally, if they had retreated westward to India, they would have had a chance to survive.

Should we send them through the primeval forest now?

How do you get through in this situation?

Isn't it just sending them to their deaths?

I'm afraid less than half of them will return to China.

That's why he frowned; he had to consider the lives of his thousands of men.

"Are you sure it's an order from the Expeditionary Force Headquarters?" Dai Anlan took a deep breath and looked at the other party to confirm.

"Yes," Major Chen Qingkun said with certainty. As a communications officer, he couldn't possibly make a mistake in this matter. He always rigorously reviewed such important telegrams.

"Sigh, why would headquarters issue such an order?" Now that it was confirmed to be an order from headquarters, Dai Anlan couldn't help but sigh. He was determined to carry out the order.

But he really couldn't bear to give such a death order.

"Commander..." Deputy Division Commander Major General Gao Jiren naturally knew what the other party was thinking, but an order is an order and must be carried out without any discount. However, he also knew what this order meant.

"Execute the order." Dai Anlan raised her hand, signaling the other party not to say anything more, and then gave the order.

"Brother Zhizai, how many supplies do we have left?"

Chief of Staff Zhou Zhi thought for a moment and then answered.

"We only have five days' worth of rations left, and most of the other supplies have been lost. If we are really retreating from the primeval forest, I'm afraid this amount of rations will not last us until we return home. Moreover, there are many wounded soldiers in the army who do not have medicine. I'm afraid they will not be able to hold on until they return home."

Upon hearing this, Dai Anlan's heart sank. He naturally knew what the consequences would be for the wounded without medicine.

But he doesn't have any good solutions right now.

"Could we ask the army doctor to find some herbs to make do for now?" There didn't seem to be any better options at the moment, so this was the only solution he could offer.

"I'll give it a try." Zhou Zhi gave another wry smile. This is Myanmar, and the climate is completely different. Finding herbs here would be incredibly difficult, but this is the only option for now.

"It's all those damned British soldiers' fault! If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be in this situation. How could they lose Lashio? And aren't there two reserve divisions over there? Why didn't they fire a single shot? Just watched the Japanese occupy Lashio?" At this moment, Chief of Staff Colonel Dong Gan couldn't help but curse loudly.

Originally, they performed exceptionally well in the Battle of Toungoo, forcing the Japanese army to flee in haste. They even boasted that they would drive the Japanese army into the sea.

The results of it?

How long has it been?

The turn of events in the battle was completely beyond their expectations.

The British army retreated without a fight, and didn't even inform their allies of their withdrawal.

This has completely ruined them. If the 200th Division hadn't been an elite unit with strong organization and morale, it probably would have collapsed long ago, and wouldn't have the organization it has now.

Even so, of the more than 10,000 people who set out, only about 8,000 remain. And of these people, how many will make it back alive?

Especially now that we're almost out of ammunition and supplies, it's really hard to say what will happen under these circumstances.

Dong Qian's words completely ignited the anger of the rest of the staff, who all joined in with their curses.

Dai Anlan did not stop them, because he thought so too. They were fighting well, but who knew the British would just retreat like that? Wasn't that a typical case of betraying their teammates?

Normally, it's the Central Army that sells out the miscellaneous troops, but this time they never expected to be sold out by the foreigners. They really suffered a great loss.

"Alright, that's enough of the scolding. Let's get back to the real issue. All units should retreat in order, and don't panic," Dai Anlan reminded them again.

Everyone knows that retreat can easily turn into a rout, so a complete plan is essential.

"Yes," everyone responded in unison.

……

On the other side, Huang Zurong was leading the militia soldiers westward, temporarily abandoning Namkham Town, because he knew that the main force of the Japanese army would move north along the Burma Road. After gaining an advantage from the 200th Division, he would fight back and give the Japanese a taste of being cut off from their rear.

Before that, hurry up and join up with the 200th Division; otherwise, the wounded soldiers will be in trouble.

After all, the high temperatures and the upcoming rainy season make wounds highly susceptible to infection. If an infection persists for a long time, even antibiotics may not be able to completely heal the wound.

Before they had advanced far, the scouts reported that they had spotted a small group of fleeing soldiers.

"Defeated soldiers? They should be from the newly formed 29th Division." Huang Zurong didn't pay much attention when he heard that they were defeated soldiers. After all, the area should be the newly formed 29th Division, and he was just about to have them incorporated into the army. The answer he received left him dumbfounded.

"The Sichuan Army?"

"You're saying they're the Sichuan Army Corps?" Huang Zurong looked at the other party in shock. How could there be a Sichuan Army Corps here?

The Sichuan Army Corps was part of the Expeditionary Force.

I don't think so?

Could it be that I didn't travel back to World War II?

Or have I wandered into the world of a TV series?

isn't it?

What's going on?

Huang Zurong was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that a Sichuan Army Corps would suddenly appear here.

"Yes, they also have a lieutenant colonel who wants us to provide a batch of supplies to help them through their difficulties." Huang Zhiwen quickly reported the news to his superior.

"Lieutenant Colonel?" Huang Zurong hadn't recovered from the shock when he heard another request that left him speechless.

"They're even asking us to provide supplies?"

Huang Zurong became even more curious and wanted to meet the lieutenant colonel.

A Sichuan Army Corps, a ragtag army, where did it get its confidence?

If the other side were the Central Army, he could understand their arrogance.

At this moment, among the routed soldiers of the Sichuan Army Corps, someone whispered behind the lieutenant colonel.

"My lord, you were far too arrogant just now. The other side was clearly no pushover. They were armed with British-made weapons and their equipment were clearly not those of an ordinary unit. Your attitude was far too domineering."

"Get lost, what do you know? If we don't do this, will their superior officer show up? If he doesn't, how am I supposed to get supplies? Without supplies, do you think we can go home with just these people? We're dreaming." The lieutenant colonel sneered, acting as if the other party didn't understand.

"It has to be you again." The lieutenant behind him couldn't help but give a thumbs up.