Battle of the Third Reich

In the port of Yangon, British Myanmar, Colonel Charles has served in this tropical colony for twelve years, but until now he could not really understand this wild land, although he thought he was already familiar with the plants and trees here, but I still feel a little out of place with the locals.

The colonel has been in a bad mood these days, because next month his regiment will be transferred to the Myanmar-Thailand border. According to available information, this arrogant neighbor has recently started to move around the border. I don't know where these people came from, I thought they could violate the dignity of the British Empire.

Ugh? Did he use the word infringement just now? The colonel shook his head helplessly and sighed. The great sunless empire has become a thing of the past. In the heyday of the empire, such a small country would not dare to even say hard words. The British empire needed only a finger to move within a week. It can change that country.

"The order has been passed on, Colonel." The adjutant of staff reported behind him. The young infantry major was born in Mumbai, India, and studied at the military academy in London. After graduation, he returned to his birthplace to serve. He was transferred from India only two weeks ago.

"The order is very high, although in the name of Marquis Hope, it actually came from London." The colonel turned from the window and walked to the desk.

"With a warrant, York, from now on, you are solely responsible for this matter." Charles handed a handwritten document to the adjutant.

"Sir, I hope this situation will not last long, and I worry that it will affect normal business operations." Major York took the warrant and read it carefully.

"This does not require us to worry, since the order was issued above, we should have prepared for it. We all know what is going on behind this matter. At this point, in fact, the interests between the Empire and Germany It’s the same, and it’s necessary to give the stubborn leader of China a memorable lesson. The empire and the Chinese government have many conflicts of interest. The Chinese leader, Jiang, has always been hostile to the British Empire."

"Sir, I think the current method is probably not enough to make him succumb. I think London should be advised to completely cut off the operation of the Yunnan-Burma Road." Major York folded the order and stuffed it into the pocket of the chest of the tropical military uniform. .

"This will make things worse. This kind of punishment must be well-controlled. Besides, this is something that the big men in the Whitehall are considering. We only need to do our duty. Major, you can dissolve." Charles rejected. The subordinate suggested that he looked at the other person's eyes seriously.

"Yes, sir." Major York hurriedly stood upright, stomping his hand on one leg to salute him, and turned sharply out of the office.

"It's really an aggressive young man. Unfortunately, he lacks political wisdom and needs to be tempered." The colonel twisted the switch on the table fan.

"Dear Governor," Charles pulled a blank sheet of paper from the briefcase and picked up a pen to write an opening.

"No" Charles stopped the pen and crumpled the white paper into a ball. He picked up his pipe from the table, carefully twisted a handful of golden shredded tobacco from the tobacco box and filled it into the pipe.

"Well to the Excellency Marquis Hope, Governor of British India," Charles fought with a pipe in his arms.

"Check all the things in the car." Captain Philip took over the kettle handed over by him and raised his head to pour a large sip of cool spring water.

"Be careful, don't miss any place." Pass the kettle to the serviceman, and the captain ordered it loudly.

"Sir, this is an important material for the Chinese government. We have official documents here." The Chinese person in charge of the team was a fat man in his forties, and he handed the documents to the captain with a flattering smile.

"This is Yangon's order, and I am also acting." The captain pushed up the visor of the tan tropical helmet and looked at the document.

"What does this mean?" The captain had just turned a page, and found that a stack of banknotes was sandwiched between the papers. A few sheets were Burmese rupees, followed by five and ten pounds.

"The officers are patrolling this road to help our country's war of resistance. It is really very hard. This is just some personal care for me. Please accept it. No one will know." The fat man looked vaguely captain. Signaled.

"Do you want to bribe me?" The captain frowned, looked around, and then skillfully plucked the banknote into his pants pocket.

"No, no, it's just some kind-hearted performance, just ask the officer to be convenient." The fat man answered with a grin.

"Well." The captain nodded, then turned and shouted loudly at the sergeant who was commanding the soldiers' search by the convoy.

"Sergeant Henry, let them all come down. Okay, these people have legal documents, let them go."

"Thank you, thank you sir. If I have the opportunity to meet again, I must invite you to dinner." The fat man nodded and thanked with a bow.

"Come on, now all roads from Mandalay to here are blocked. Illegal cargoes are inspected. I don't know if there are still inspections ahead. Then you have to find a way yourself." The lieutenant nodded, then whispered Reminded.

"Thank you, I will pay attention." The fat man owed a grateful grateful, and then quickly ran towards the lead car.

"Sir, there is something wrong with the goods on these cars. We found a lot of daily necessities and cigarettes." The sergeant came over and reported.

"They have a legal entry certificate and a communication certificate issued by Yangon."

"But the sergeant" Sergeant Major wanted to fight for his reason.

"I think what I meant just now was very clear. Let it go immediately. This is an order. Do you understand?" The captain rebuked impatiently.

"Follow your orders, sir." The sergeant sergeant stood salute helplessly.

Lashio is the last transit station in Myanmar on the Yunnan-Burma Highway, and further down is a barren and rough land. From here to Wanding in China, there are only a few small mountain villages on the whole road. There is a large supply hub.

At that time, the materials obtained by China usually landed from Yangon Port, and then were transported from Yangon through Myanmar's railway and highway system, transited through Mandalay, and finally reached Lashio. All goods began to be converted into road vehicles for transportation here. Due to limited transportation capacity, a large amount of materials could only be hoarded in local warehouses in Lashio. At this time, the British troops in Myanmar had received orders from their superiors to embargo and seize the goods and vehicles of 15 Chinese companies, because these companies were believed to be involved in the organization of smuggling and the sale and transportation of prohibited goods. The colonial authorities will Strictly investigate them to prevent similar crimes from happening in the territory of the British Empire.

"The warehouse has been sealed up, but a batch of goods has been shipped out this morning. I think the patrol should be able to stop them."

"Looking at the list of goods they transported, I can't believe that they are still fighting, hell, I haven't even heard of these high-end goods before." Colonel Karak was the second British-Burmese in charge of the Lashio garrison. The commander of the regiment is an infantry regiment. In fact, there are only two battalion soldiers. Half of the soldiers are Indian soldiers and local Shan people recruited by Myanmar. One of the battalions was transferred to Myitkyina.

"We have not enough people. The telegraph asked me to send more people to me. It is difficult for these soldiers to complete this job by me. If you don't send me another battalion, you might detain the goods in Mandalay. Don’t send it to us anymore.” Karak snarled at the table. He was fed up with this **** place. The **** Indian cook didn’t know what good things were done, and his stomach has been pulling since the morning. Non-stop.

"Just send it out, and the rest will be yours." The colonel's face was pale, and he rushed into the bathroom with his stomach covered.

"Colonel, would you let Doctor Mitchell take a look again?"

"No! I don't believe that quack doctor anymore. God testified that he was experimenting with me, going to the city to find a doctor, a wizard, whatever he wanted, as long as he could save me from this dirty situation. Come out." The roar of the colonel was heard clearly across the door.

"Okay, Colonel." The adjutant agreed, and then strode out of the room with his breath.

"Marshal, all the land passages in southwest China have been blocked. This is a report from Yangon, Myanmar." A major placed the document in front of Blumberg.

"Print a copy and send it to the headquarters." Blumberg glanced a little, then signed a name after the document.

"What are the arrangements for the afternoon." Blumberg asked his adjutant.

"At one o'clock, I received the new liaison officer from the Navy. At two o'clock, General Degu invited you to go fishing together."

"Very good, get my fishing gear ready." Blumberg stood up and walked to the window, looking at the cool and quiet courtyard in front of the window. Several soldiers were busy carrying the packed wooden boxes outside.

"This is really a nice place to live." Blumberg said with a smile.

"I don't know what kind of housing will be arranged for us over there."

"I believe they have regretted it now. Marshal, if these people are smart enough, they will give you the most solemn hospitality." The adjutant replied aside.

Seeking results fell again, coughing constantly, need encouragement and support.

thank you all. (To be continued.)