Zhang Yun returned to Mingarden airfield in a British friendly jeep, his fighter was so badly damaged that he could no longer fly. But don't worry, the ground staff at the airport will naturally tow it back to the hangar for overhaul and refueling.

He rode through the streets of Yangon in a military jeep, and along the way the capital of Burma was enveloped in an apocalyptic atmosphere, and the city was in shambles, full of people running and fleeing, helping the old and the young, and stirring up the whole city. Everywhere in the bustling streets, there was a fire everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of choking smoke.

Zhang Yun couldn't help frowning.

"What are they burning?"

The jeep was driving on the bluestone slab pavement, and when he turned the corner, Zhang Yun suddenly heard the faint sound of an argument in front of him, accompanied by billowing smoke. He turned his head and saw a group of wounded Chinese soldiers arguing with the British there.

The Chinese are angrily denouncing, the British are demanding order, and the shouts of Chinese and English mingle and rush and stir in the air. A few British soldiers used their guns in vain to stop the screaming wounded, but in front of the raging waves of the sea, it was as ridiculous as a mantis arm for a car.

The surging crowd was jammed at the intersection ahead, and the jeep could not drive past it, so it was forced to stop on this side of the road. Zhang Yun got out of the car and pulled a British soldier over to ask why.

"These Chinese are crazy!" The soldier said, "They won't let us carry out orders." ”

"Orders?"

"The superiors asked us to burn those things."

Zhang Yun looked in his direction, and there were countless boxes piled up in the center of the square, including medicines, clothes, canned food, and guns as far as the eye could see...... It was full of gasoline.

Zhang Yun was about to ask why he burned this, when someone in the crowd suddenly recognized him, but the way of recognizing people was a little special - he grabbed Zhang Yun's collar.

Zhang Yun lowered his head and found that it was his "acquaintance" - the Chinese husband who fought with him in the "Night Return" - Chu Tianxing, the second lieutenant platoon commander of the 338th Regiment.

The two of them looked up and down, constantly colliding with sparks in the air, and Zhang Yun found that the only benefit of this crossing was to give him a standard European body plate - which made him a head taller than the average Oriental, so that although he was embarrassed by being grabbed by the collar, he could look down on each other in a condescending manner.

After a moment like this, he seemed to realize that he was a little shorter than the other party in terms of momentum, and Chu Tianxing pushed Zhang Yun away hatefully:

"Ge Laozidi, you're the leader here, right? It came at the right time! I'm looking for you! ”

He was agitated, spoke in a thick Sichuan accent, and had clearly lost his mind—because he was communicating with him in Chinese, which Mr. Zhang could not understand.

It's a pity that Zhang Yun understands it......

He tried to explain, but the Sichuan man didn't give him a chance at all.

"Why do you want to burn the supplies for China?!"

Zhang Yun was stunned: he now knows what the British are burning.

"Any idea what this is?"

Chu Tianxing opened one of the boxes and pointed to the neatly stacked medicine box inside: "Sulfonamides!" Powerful anti-inflammatory! You know what that means to us? A single piece of sulfonamide is a life! His voice was almost roaring.

"And these things ......," he pointed to the mountain of supplies, and continued to vent his frustration and resentment, "you promised it!" You were the ones who made us come to Burma to fight the Japanese, promising us medicine, clothes, guns...... You've promised everything, but now? You're going to burn them all~! Go up in flames! ”

Zhang Yun didn't speak—he really didn't know what to say, and it was superfluous to comfort anything.

It is no wonder that these wounded soldiers are making trouble: the Chinese army is short of medical treatment, and these people who came down from Tianmeng Mountain are all wounded, and sulfonamide is their life-saver......

"It's ridiculous that my country, a large part of the country has been lost, and my compatriots are still alive under the bayonets of devils! But we're here to help you protect your damn colony. And you have suffered a defeat, and the first thing you burned is the materials for aiding China! ”

"You ......"

Zhang Yun opened his mouth, but in the end he gave up sharing his identity with him - anyway, for this Chinese man, it doesn't matter if it's a British or an American...... It's all the difference at the moment.

So he could only continue to silently endure the other party's hysterical complaints:

"These things may not be anything to you, but in us~! This is life money~! ”

His emotions immediately ignited all the Chinese soldiers present, and the crowd suddenly boiled again:

"If you want to burn them, burn me first!"

"The British!"

"What are you still doing? Fuck it! ”

…… People were pushing and yelling, and a British soldier fired a warning shot in an attempt to maintain order, but it backfired, and the crowd became more agitated. Several Chinese soldiers rushed directly to disarm him, followed by punches and kicks......

The scene was chaotic to the extreme.

Zhang Yun quietly pulled over a British soldier:

"Why are these things burning?"

The soldier faced the angry crowd, holding a gun and not knowing what to do, saw Zhang Yun's epaulettes clearly, and hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Sir, I don't know the specific situation, this is an order from above." ”

An inexplicable mood swing suddenly ignited from the depths of his soul, and before Zhang Yun could figure out what it was, he found himself standing on a high place.

"Everyone, be quiet!" He shouted in Chinese.

This pure Chinese voice made everyone involuntarily startled: none of them expected that a blonde and blue-eyed foreign officer could actually speak Chinese, and he could speak it so purely.

So Zhang Yun immediately seized this opportunity......

"I can understand everyone's feelings," he said, "but you are mutiny!" Even if you rob these things today, you will go to court-martials tomorrow! ”

These four words seem to have a little deterrent effect, at least the coaxing did not continue.

"You are all soldiers," Zhang Yun continued, "shouldn't soldiers die on the battlefield?" Don't you feel guilty of dying at the guns of your own gendarmes? ”

As he spoke, he looked at the silent crowd around him: "I hope everyone calms down, I will help you ask about this matter......

No one nodded, no one shook their heads, and the wounded soldiers still didn't speak, but it was obvious that they were gradually starting to calm down, and although most of them were still staring at them with distrustful eyes, some of them began to quietly put things back down.

Zhang Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the British second lieutenant in English: "You wait for a while, and I'll go talk to you General Wavell." ”

"But, but ......"

"Hey, you don't want to be beaten into a pig's head, do you?"

The lieutenant immediately thought of the fist that had just fallen on him, and he stopped talking.

Zhang Yun walked up to Chu Tianxing and straightened his messy collar for him:

"You can't do that - trust me, I'll give you a satisfactory answer."

“…… Why should I believe you?! ”

"Just the bricks you smashed on my head the other day."

Zhang Yun pointed to the corner of his forehead, which still had the scars from the last fight.

He could have complained to General Du Yuming - because it was the other party who picked quarrels and provoked trouble first, if that was the case, this Chu platoon commander was afraid that there would be no good fruit to eat, and the crime of "beating Shangguan" was inevitable......

But he didn't.

Chu Tianxing didn't answer, but his tense body began to ease......

Zhang Yun smiled, patted him on the shoulder in understanding, jumped into the car, and ordered to divert to the headquarters of the Anglo-Burmese army.

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Fifteen minutes later, when Zhang Yun pushed open the door of the British headquarters, he found that it was also a mess now.

Documents and drawings are scattered all over the place, the phones on the desks are ringing non-stop but no one is paying attention, and people are scurrying around like headless flies, busy packing up their things and preparing to evacuate, and telling a clearer truth with action......

The Japanese are coming.

Zhang Yun found General Wavell, the commander-in-chief of the British army, who was the same as the most delicate governor he had seen the other day, with disheveled hair, blood-red eyes, cracked lips, and wrong buttons on his clothes.

"Those are supplies that are too late to evacuate!"

After hearing Zhang Yun's intention, General Wavell couldn't help but raise his tone: "So I can only destroy it." ”

"But the wounded Chinese soldiers didn't get any medicine." Zhang Yun retorted.

Wavell thought for a moment.

"Maybe there's a scheduling problem," he said, "and who knows?" Now everything is messed up. ”

He picked up the phone, dialed a series of numbers, and then hurriedly ordered a few words, and then said to Zhang Yun:

"I have asked the Quartermaster Department to press a few boxes of medicine for the 338th Regiment. Those guys should be satisfied by now. ”

"Thank you, General."

"I suggest that you Americans also hurry up and prepare to retreat."

Admiral Wavell said that he was about to go out, but found Zhang Yun still there.

"Is there anything else you can do, Lieutenant?"

"I beg your pardon, sir. So what about the rest of the aid to China? Zhang Yun asked.

Wavell looked at him in surprise: "The Yunnan-Burma Highway has been lost, and now it is impossible to send these supplies to China again!" Are you going to leave them to the Japanese? ”

"That's not what I meant, General." Zhang Yun hurriedly said, "If there is really no way to transport them out, of course you can't leave them to the Japanese." But what if there was a way? ”

General Wavell was silent for a moment.

“…… What do you mean? ”

"I mean by air, sir." Zhang Yun said, "My team can help with airlift supplies, give us four transport planes, and I can help bring them to Kunming!" ”

"Lieutenant Spark, are you crazy?" Wavell's eyes widened, "You're going to fly a defenseless transport plane through the Japanese occupation zone alone?" We can't send planes to escort you right now! ”

"I can walk hump." Zhang Yun said, "This place is remote, and the altitude is greater than the maximum crawling height of the Japanese aircraft, so it is not easy to be intercepted by the Japanese aircraft, and it is relatively safe to take this route." ”

Wavell couldn't help but laugh.

"You're right." He said, "But you missed the fact that the altitude of the Hump is indeed higher than that of the Japanese fighters, but it is also higher than our C-47!" And you'll have to cross the Himalayas and traverse the maze of dangerous mountains between northern Myanmar and western China! Strong turbulence, strong winds, icing...... These can be deadly killers! ”

Speaking of this, the admiral glanced at Zhang Yun, who was standing motionless in front of him, and slowed down his tone: "I admit that you are the best pilot I have ever seen, but you can't do it - there has never been a pilot in the history of mankind who can fly safely in this area." We don't even have proper navigation equipment with radio beacons! ”

The Admiral's words are not wrong! Now that the world-famous "Hump Route" has not yet been born, Zhang Yun has no experience to learn from.

"I understand." Zhang Yun said, "But I still want to try." ”

"You're ......!" The general's stubbornness completely ignited the anger of his subordinates.

Gradually in tune with his roar was the loud sound of the table being hammered out.

He found that he had tried hard to persuade for a long time, but it was all in vain.

"You're killing yourself!" Wavell pointed at Zhang Yun's hand shaking like chaff, "I admit that the Chinese government is our ally; I also admit the importance of aiding allies, but is it worth risking your life? ”

"Yes, sir." Zhang Yun replied softly, but firmly.

Now he figured out what that lingering emotion was......

Because he is Chinese!

It's as simple as that.