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

Are you willing to accept this?

Of course I'm not willing to accept this.

If they're not mentally unstable, they're definitely not willing to accept this.

But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?

You still have to obediently go back, right?

Military orders are absolute, and soldiers are duty-bound to obey them; they will certainly carry out military orders.

Huang Zurong took in the struggle and frustration on their faces and already knew what was going on.

He could see clearly that these two weren't unwilling to fight; they were bound by military orders and dared not easily give in.

He remained calm and composed, instead asking a question in a relaxed tone.

"Are there any clear military orders specifying when you must arrive back in the country?"

Gao Jiren paused for a moment, thought it over carefully, and shook his head: "There was no specific time limit, but they kept urging us to retreat as soon as possible."

As soon as he said it, he vaguely guessed what it was, but he still wanted to see if it was the same as he had guessed.

"That settles it then." Huang Zurong smiled slightly, his tone relaxed yet every word hitting the nail on the head. "As long as you can eventually lead your troops back to the country, you will have fulfilled your military orders. Before that, doing something else along the way will not only not be considered disobeying orders, but will actually earn you great merit."

Seeing the two men's thoughtful expressions, he paused again, then his voice deepened: "You both know that this battle was a crushing defeat in Myanmar. Once the news gets back to China, it will surely cause a huge uproar, and there will be all sorts of arguments going on."

"At this critical juncture, if you can win a battle, capture Lashio, and send the good news back, it will be a great achievement that will inspire the people of the whole country."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jiren and Zheng Tingji exchanged a glance, and then both showed a complex, bitter smile.

"Commander Huang, now that you've said that, I feel like we'd all become traitors to our nation if we went back now." Gao Jiren looked helpless; clearly, he had been persuaded.

Zheng Tingji nodded in agreement, both amused and exasperated: "That's absolutely right, Commander Huang. You have such a silver tongue; you can talk the dead back to life and even get living people to immediately grab their swords and go into battle."

Gao Jiren composed himself, then changed the subject, revealing the most pressing difficulty:

"Attack on Lashio is indeed a good plan, but as you probably know, the 200th Division retreated hastily from the front line, and basically all of its heavy weapons were abandoned. Without artillery and heavy firepower, even if we wanted to fight, we couldn't break through Lashio's stronghold."

The meaning couldn't be clearer—it's not that they don't want to fight, it's that they don't have the right equipment.

Huang Zurong, of course, understood perfectly, and immediately laughed heartily, full of confidence:

"You don't need to worry about heavy weapons. I have a stockpile of them here, including mortars, heavy machine guns, and even artillery, which can all be handed over to your army."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jiren and Zheng Tingji were startled, their faces full of surprise.

But then I thought about it again. The other party had taken out so many rare medicines and medical equipment without batting an eye before, so it didn't seem like such an earth-shattering thing to take out a batch of heavy weapons now.

All I can say is that the other party is truly generous.

However, the more this was the case, the more shocked the two of them became.

Just how much confidence does this Commander Huang have hidden?

Finally, Zheng Tingji couldn't help but speak up: "Commander Huang, your family's wealth... is a bit too substantial."

"Haha, not much." Huang Zurong chuckled. For him, it really wasn't much. What he held in his hand was a full set of equipment for nearly two divisions. What he was taking out now was just a drop in the ocean.

Moreover, after so many days, the hidden arms factory behind him has been operating steadily, with its production capacity increasing day by day. If he is given a little more time, it would not be difficult for him to support not only a few regiments, but even a division in an offensive operation.

"Officers, what's your decision? Should we fight this battle or not?" Huang Zurong asked again.

"Fight! Of course we'll fight! Commander Huang has been so generous, even emptying his own coffers to support us. If we back down now, what kind of soldiers would we be? Besides, you're right, the Japanese have caused us so much suffering in Burma, killing and wounding so many of our brothers. We absolutely cannot let this go!" Gao Jiren sneered, his voice turning cold as he finished speaking, his brows furrowed with long-suppressed rage.

"It's a good opportunity to let the Japanese devils taste what it's like to have their escape route cut off."

Zheng Tingji, standing to the side, quickly regained the composure and meticulousness of a seasoned commander.

He frowned slightly, staring at Huang Zurong, and asked the most crucial and practical question: "Commander Huang, now that we've decided to attack Lashio, I need to confirm one thing—what is the actual combat capability of your troops?"

Combat is not just about passion; troop strength, equipment, training, and coordination are all indispensable.

To jointly attack a strategic location like Lashio, he had to thoroughly understand the strengths and weaknesses of his allies in order to formulate a plan and assign tasks.

Huang Zurong didn't bluff at all; instead, he shook his head quite frankly: "To be honest, in terms of formal combat experience alone, they can only be considered a rabble at the moment."

He didn't engage in self-promotion or boasting, nor did he exaggerate.

At this critical juncture, any concealment could plunge the entire unit into utter ruin, and he could not bear that responsibility.

Moreover, his troops were indeed a motley crew, having been formed not long ago, and their combat experience was pitifully scarce.

"This..." Zheng Tingji was stunned for a moment, clearly surprised, and even thought that the other party was being overly modest.

The firepower density, firing rhythm, and tactical coordination in the previous ambush did not seem like something a hastily assembled rabble could produce.

Looking at their equipment, from rifles and machine guns to mortars and grenades, everything was in perfect order and well-maintained. Even compared to the most elite Central Army in the country, the difference was negligible, and in some aspects, they were even better.

If such troops are considered a rabble, then what about the expeditionary force that was repeatedly defeated in Burma?

Zheng Tingji and Gao Jiren exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Seeing this, Huang Zurong didn't beat around the bush and spoke frankly: "It's not that I'm being modest, but in reality, my unit hasn't been established for long. Most of them haven't had much time for systematic training and lack experience in large-scale positional warfare and assault warfare. Compared to elite units like your 200th Division, we are indeed not up to par."

"However, one thing is certain: once they are on the battlefield, they will definitely not back down, and their firepower can be guaranteed."

"Of course, it would be even better if the two officers could support me. What my unit needs most right now are experienced veterans and officers. It would be even better if you could send some people over to provide guidance."