Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 343: Block (below)
The port of Yangon, British Burma. Colonel Charles has served in this tropical colony for twelve years, but until now he can’t really understand this wild land, although he thinks he’s already familiar with the grass and grass here. Wood, but still feels a bit incompatible with the locals.
The colonel has not been in a good mood these days, because next month his regiment will be transferred to the Myanmar-Thailand border, because according to existing intelligence, this arrogant neighbor has recently begun to move around the border again. . I don't know where these people come from, thinking that they can violate the dignity of the British Empire.
Huh? Did he use the term violation just now? The colonel shook his head helplessly and sighed. The great sun never set empire is a thing of the past. If in the heyday of the empire, such a small country would not even dare to say hard words. The British empire only needs to move a finger, and within a week. Can make that country change dynasties.
"The order has been passed on, Colonel." The deputy chief of staff reported, standing behind him. The young infantry major was born in Mumbai, India, and attended a military school in London. After graduation, he returned to his birthplace to serve. He was transferred here from India two weeks ago.
"This order is of high level. Although it is in the name of the Marquis of Hope, it actually comes from London." The colonel turned from the window and walked to the desk.
"Take a warrant, York, from now on, you will be solely responsible for this." Charles handed a handwritten document to the adjutant.
"Sir, I hope this situation will not last too long. I am worried that it will affect normal business operations." Major York took the warrant and read it carefully.
"This does not require us to worry about it. Since the order was issued, we should have been prepared for it. We all know what is going on behind this incident. At this point, the relationship between the Empire and Germany The interests between the two are the same, and we need to teach the stubborn leader of China a profound 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 don't think the current method is enough to make him succumb. I think London should be recommended to completely cut off the operation of the Burma Road." Major York folded his handle and stuffed it into the chest of the tropical military uniform. Front pocket.
"This will mess things up. This kind of punishment must be handled properly. Besides, this is something the big figures in Whitehall are considering. We only need to do our responsibilities, Major, you can disband." Charles rejected the subordinate's suggestion, and he stared into each other's eyes with a serious expression.
"Yes, sir." Major York hurriedly stood upright, stomped his hand with one leg to give a military salute, turned sharply and strode out of the office.
"Really motivated young man. Unfortunately, he lacks political wisdom and needs to be tempered." The colonel turned the switch on the table fan.
"Dear Mr. Governor..." Charles pulled out a piece of white paper from the briefcase, took a pen and wrote the beginning.
"No..." Charles stopped and crumpled the white paper into a ball. He picked up his pipe from the table, carefully twisted a pinch of golden tobacco from the tobacco box and filled it into the pipe. in.
"Well...to the Lord Marquis Hope, Governor-General of British India..." Charles started writing quickly with a pipe in his mouth.
"Check everything on the car." Captain Philip took the canteen handed over by his hand, raised his head and poured a gulp of cool spring water.
"Be careful, don't miss any place." Passing the kettle to the orderly, the captain shouted.
"Sir, this is an important material of the Chinese government. We have official documents here." The Chinese person in charge of the convoy is a fat man in his forties. He handed the documents to the captain with a flattering smile. .
"This is an order from Yangon, and I am also on my order." The captain pushed up the rim of the brown tropical helmet and looked at the document.
"What does this mean?" The captain just turned a page and found that a stack of banknotes was sandwiched between papers, with a few sheets of Burmese rupees on the surface, and five yuan and ten yuan pounds in the back.
"The officers are patrolling this highway, all to help our country fight the war. It is really very hard. This is just my personal little care, please accept it, no one will know." The fat man looked ambiguous. Gestured to the captain.
"Are you trying to bribe me?" The captain frowned, looked around for a moment, then skillfully grabbed the bill and stuffed it into his pants pocket.
"No, no, no, it's just some kindness, I just ask the officer to make it easier." The fat man leaned back and replied with a grin.
"Yeah." The captain nodded, then turned and shouted to the Sergeant Major who was commanding the soldiers to search by the convoy.
"Sergeant Major Henry, let them all down, it's okay, these people have legal documents, let them go."
"Thank you, thank you sir. If I have a chance to meet again, I will definitely invite you to dinner." The fat man nodded and bowed his head in thanks.
"Come on, now the entire road from Mandalay to here is blocked, strictly inspecting the prohibited goods, I don't know if there is still inspection before, you have to find a way by yourself when the time comes." The ensign nodded. , And then reminded in a low voice.
"Thank you, I will pay attention." The fat man leaned gratefully, and then ran to the lead car quickly.
"Sir, there is something wrong with the goods on these cars. We found a lot of daily necessities and cigarettes." The Sergeant Chief came over and reported.
"They have a legal entry certificate and a correspondence certificate issued by Yangon."
"But sir..." The sergeant wanted to fight for reasons.
"I think what I meant just now has been very clear. Let me go immediately. This is an order, do you understand?" the captain rebuked impatiently.
"Yes, sir." The sergeant stood up and saluted helplessly.
Lashio is the last transfer station of the Burma-Burma Highway in Myanmar, and further down there is a barren land of mountains, forests, and barren mountains. From here to Wanding in China, there are only a few small mountain villages on the road. , There is no longer a large supply hub.
At that time, materials obtained by China would usually land from Yangon Port, and then be transported out of Yangon through Myanmar's railway and road system, transit via Mandalay, and finally reach Lashio. All goods started to be transported by road vehicles here. Because of the limited capacity, a large amount of materials could only be stored in local warehouses in Lashio. At this time, the British Army in Myanmar has received orders from higher authorities to embargo and seize the goods and vehicles of 15 Chinese companies, because these companies are believed to be involved in organizing smuggling and trafficking and transportation of contraband. The colonial authorities will Strict investigation will be conducted to prevent similar crimes from occurring on 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 team 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 first person in charge of the Lashio garrison. The commander of the Second Anglo-Burmese Regiment is an infantry regiment. In fact, there are only two battalions of soldiers. Half of the soldiers are Indian soldiers and local Shan people recruited in Myanmar. One of the battalions was transferred to Myitkyina.
"We don’t have enough people. I sent a telegram and asked me to send more people to me. It’s difficult for these soldiers to complete this job with me. Or I will be transferred to another battalion, or it’s in Mandalay. Deduct the goods and don't send them to us anymore." Karak snarled, patted the tabletop, he was fed up with this **** place, that **** Indian cook didn't know what good he did, his stomach started in the morning. Just keep pulling.
"Just send it out and leave the rest to you." The colonel's face was pale, and he rushed into the bathroom with his stomach.
"Colonel, will you let Dr. Mitchell take a look again."
"No! I don’t believe in that quack doctor anymore. God testified. He was experimenting with me. He went to the city to find a doctor, a wizard, whatever he wanted, as long as he could take me from this dirty Rescued from the situation.” The colonel’s roar was heard clearly through the door.
"Okay, Colonel." The adjutant agreed, and then ran out of the room, holding his breath.
"Marshal, all the land passages in southwestern China have been blocked so far. This is a report from Yangon, Myanmar." A major placed the document in front of Blumberg.
"Print a copy and send it to the High Command~IndoMTL.com~Brumberg looked at it a bit, and then signed a name after the document.
"What's the plan for the afternoon." Blumberg asked his adjutant.
"At one o'clock, I met with the newly transferred navy liaison officer, and at two o'clock General Degu invited you to go fishing."
"Very well, get my fishing gear ready." Blumberg stood up and walked to the window. Through the window, he looked at the cool and secluded courtyard in front. Several soldiers were busy carrying the sealed wooden boxes outside.
"It's really a nice place to stay here." Blumberg said with a smile.
"I don't know what kind of house China will arrange for us."
"I believe they are already regretting it now, Marshal, if these people are smart enough, they will definitely give you the most grand hospitality." The adjutant replied from the side.
I asked for a monthly pass. My grades fell again. I coughed and I needed encouragement and support.
Thank you all. (To be continued.)