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

Fighting the Japanese?

Where can I get it?

Myanmar?

Gao Jiren and Zheng Tingji were shocked and stunned. Their eyes were filled with disbelief. "Brother, are you really that brave?"

Leaving aside whether a single regiment could defeat a well-equipped Japanese army in a foreign land, the logistical support alone would be enough to crush any elite unit.

Both of them understood this deeply; if it weren't for the disruption of logistics and the lack of supplies, the troops wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

Therefore, when Huang Zurong proposed to stay in Burma to fight the Japanese, they thought it was impossible and would likely result in the annihilation of the entire army.

Although the two men did not have a deep relationship with Huang Zurong, he was, after all, their savior who had helped them in their time of need. Now that they saw him about to enter a desperate situation, they naturally could not sit idly by.

"Commander Huang, staying to fight the Japanese is quite risky," Zheng Tingji said first, his tone full of earnest dissuasion.

To everyone's surprise, Huang Zurong simply shook his head, his tone calm yet somewhat nonchalant: "What war is without risk? If you're afraid of risk, why not just retire and go home to take care of your kids? Wouldn't that be more peaceful?"

"That's true, but in a foreign land without logistical support, even the most capable troops can't hold out for long. They might even face annihilation. Why don't we retreat back to our country together? With your merits in this rescue mission, you'll definitely be richly rewarded when you return. Why risk your life here?" Gao Jiren quickly chimed in, patiently persuading him.

"Yes, you just said that those Burmese people also provide intelligence to the Japanese army. Won't we be unable to move an inch then?" Zheng Tingji quickly echoed, his brows furrowed with worry.

Upon hearing this, Huang Zurong chuckled. He knew that both of them meant well for him, but he had his own considerations.

"That's true, but I still want to give it a try. The Japanese army in Burma only has four divisions in total, with less than 80,000 troops. After deducting non-combat personnel such as logistics, communications, and medical staff, the number of troops that can actually be deployed to the front line is at most 50,000. With such a large area of ​​Burma, how many Japanese soldiers can be stationed in each town if 50,000 people are scattered? Their defenses are already full of holes."

"In some places, there weren't even any Japanese troops, only Burmese people. And what could that rabble of Burmese people possibly do?"

Upon hearing this, both of them fell silent, and there was certainly a reason for it.

"Are you planning to wage guerrilla warfare against the Japanese? What about the Burmese?" Zheng Tingji asked the crucial question. Since the Burmese had begun to side with the Japanese, there was no mass support for guerrilla warfare.

If this problem is not solved, we will basically face enemy attacks at any time.

This cannot continue indefinitely.

"What else can we do? Kill them, let's stop the killing with killing, and see if there are more Burmese or more bullets," Huang Zurong sneered.

He was too lazy to adopt any appeasement policy towards these natives, as barbarians fear power more than morality.

After a pause, Huang Zurong's eyes flashed with disdain. "There's no need for any appeasement policy when dealing with these sycophantic natives. Since ancient times, barbarians have always feared power but not morality. Only by beating them until they are afraid will they dare not act as accomplices to the tyrants again."

Gao Jiren and Zheng Tingji's expressions changed simultaneously.

fight as a guerrilla?

Stop killing with killing?

These are not words an ordinary regimental commander would utter; this is a declaration of intent to fight the Japanese and the Burmese to the death in Myanmar.

Zheng Tingji frowned, his voice growing deeper: "Commander Huang, do you know what these words mean? The Burmese are everywhere. You kill one batch, and another batch will come. In the end, you'll be surrounded by enemies. Forget about fighting the Japanese, just dealing with them will wear down the troops."

Gao Jiren echoed in a deep voice: "Old Zheng is right. We have been fighting in Burma for many days and know the situation here best. We are unfamiliar with the terrain, the local customs are complicated, and supplies are cut off. Once we are completely trapped in guerrilla warfare, we will be in a dilemma. If we are not careful, the whole army will be wiped out. You have the will to kill the enemy and your courage is commendable, but you can't gamble with an entire regiment of brothers."

The light smile on Huang Zurong's face gradually faded, replaced by a cold, resolute expression. His gaze swept over the two of them, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"Sirs, I understand your good intentions, but you've only considered these things and haven't thought about anything else."

Hearing this, the two were stunned for a moment. Was there anything they hadn't considered?

So, both of them looked at him with curious eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"Have you considered this—if we just withdraw like this, who will guard the Burma Road? Who will hold back the Japanese troops inside Burma? Once they've rested and regrouped, they can reinforce their troops and move north at any time. At that point, the pressure will definitely be on the western Yunnan battlefield?"

Gao Jiren opened his mouth, but couldn't refute it for a moment. In terms of the big picture, this statement was correct; but in terms of reality, it was too dangerous.

"Now that the expeditionary force has suffered a crushing defeat, can more troops be spared from southwestern Yunnan to stop the Japanese advance?" Huang Zurong asked, looking at the other party.

"I'm afraid that's difficult, isn't it?"

This time, both of them remained silent.

"Since our unit has sufficient equipment, ammunition, and medicine, and is familiar with this mountain forest, why can't we stay and leave the Japanese an inescapable thorn in our side?" Huang Zurong said, looking at the two men.

"Commander Huang's insight is truly remarkable; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority." Gao Jiren sighed deeply. They were only thinking about how to retreat, without considering the subsequent battle situation.

"I just don't want the war to spread to our homeland again. It's actually quite nice here. I won't feel bad even if it's all destroyed anyway," Huang Zurong said expressionlessly.

"As for the Burmese, I'll say it again: barbarians fear power but not morality. This is an age-old truth. Appeasement? They don't understand. If you give them a friendly face, they'll turn around and sell us out to the Japanese. Only when they are afraid, so afraid that they tremble at the mere mention of our unit number, will they dare not easily tip us off and dare not aid and abet the evildoers."

"What to do? The only way is to kill them, kill them until they're afraid."

"Of course, I am not one to indiscriminately kill innocent people. As long as ordinary civilians do not lead the way for the Japanese army, they will be fine. But anyone who dares to lead the way for the Japanese army, dares to ambush our army, or dares to harm our compatriots, I will leave no one alive." His tone was icy, and his eyes were sharp as knives: "I want them to know that on this land, we are not easy to bully. The Japanese devils are no good, and those accomplices are even less so."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Tingji and Gao Jiren exchanged a glance, and then Gao Jiren couldn't help but smile wryly.

"That's too extreme of you. If you go that way, things will probably become very difficult."

"Everyone is having a hard time. Does that mean we should stop fighting just because it's tough, and just watch the Japanese devils slaughter our compatriots at will?" Huang Zurong said expressionlessly.

"When the nation is in crisis, there is no way out. Soldiers must do what soldiers should do to get things back on track."