A few heavily armed soldiers were smoking boredly, and in the distance hundreds of improvised Burmese were cleaning up debris, Myitkyina, though breached, with blood and broken bricks everywhere. After the main force continued to pursue the Japanese army and moved out of Myitkyina, the troops remaining in Myitkyina collected all the food in the city in order to recruit the surviving Myitkyina residents to participate in the clean-up work.

"Squad leader, there's a car coming over there" The squad leader who was hiding in the corner sleeping with a gun was woken up by his soldiers, and two trucks were driving towards this side in the distance, and the old man dragged by Huang Chen, the rear of the truck speeding on the dirt road. "Be in good spirits, don't smoke first, stop the car for me to check" The squad leader, who had been disturbed by his dreams, was obviously a little unhappy, and yelled at his subordinates who gathered together to smoke, but he stood in the middle of the road with a rifle. "Stop for inspection" The squad leader with a stinky face raised his hand to signal to stop at the truck that came to him, and the truck immediately slowed down and stopped in front of the squad leader.

After the "headquarters guard" was stopped by the soldiers at the checkpoint, the young officer wearing sunglasses in the co-pilot seat of the truck took out the document from the pocket of his military jacket and shook it. The boring squad leader waved his hand angrily to pull up the barricade pole, and spat at the departing truck with disdain, "Damn, what the hell, isn't it just a gendarme of the headquarters?" What a stinky show."

Although the expeditionary force had wiped out the Japanese troops occupying Myitkyina, Myitkyina was also devastated after a great war, and it was impossible to recover from its former appearance without a certain amount of time. Wherever the truck passed, there were some Burmese people with blank faces clearing the streets, and the expeditionary force was only fighting against the Japanese army and those Burmese who had defected to the Japanese army, so most of the overseas Chinese and other Burmese in the city of Myitkyina were still safe and sound.

"Stop" The young officer sitting in the co-pilot seat let out a low shout, the driver stepped on the brakes steadily, and the truck stopped at a relatively hidden street corner, "I need 20 people to work, take care of food and housing, and I will also give you two canned meat and ten catties of white rice every day" The handsome young officer jumped out of the truck and glanced at the overseas Chinese interpreter who came with the car, and the interpreter who understood was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand and walked towards the dozen or so Burmese who were carrying gravel at the corner of the street.

Eating and sheltering and giving out white rice and canned food, such a good thing is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and the dozen or so Burmese people threw down the gravel in their hands and climbed into the carriage with the interpreter. Two men in the uniforms of the expeditionary force who had been waiting in the carriage for a long time took out the prepared canned meat to entertain the Burmese, and each of them was given a pack of cigarettes, and each of the Burmese people held a can of meat and just kept their heads down and ate it, not even knowing when the truck left Myitkyina, and when they got off, the truck had stopped in front of a large lonely courtyard.

"Whatever you will be asked to do in a while, you can just do it" The overseas Chinese interpreter spoke, and several military vehicles drove from a distance, and the people driving were actually officers from Yishui. This large courtyard is a supply warehouse set up by the Japanese army on the outskirts of Myitkyina, but it has been abandoned for a long time and has not been used for a long time, and after lifting the weeds and rotten wood piled up in the yard, a large iron plate covered with yellow mud is revealed. The young officer commanded the Burmese to pry open the iron plate with tools, revealing a hole in the ground with a small belly, and "go down, bring up all the contents and load them into the truck"

Several Burmese people descended the ladder to the hole in the ground, and when they lifted the tarpaulin underneath, there were more than a dozen boxes. "Damn, I thought there were many things, only this little thing, and I was busy all morning," the young officer cursed, looking at the empty courtyard with some disappointment. I thought there would be a lot of stuff here, and I borrowed several trucks from other places, but now it seems that I am wishful thinking.

"Let's go, let's go back and talk about it" Also disappointed were the officers who came later, who thought that there should be a lot of things here, but the result was that there were only a dozen wooden boxes gone, which was really much beyond everyone's expectations. "Let's go, let's all get on the bus" The young military uniform in the lead waved his hand, and the interpreter took the Burmese who were resting into the empty car again, these Burmese people still have a lot of use, and there is another place where someone needs to carry things.

The truck sped away from here, and they were going to another yard, but that yard was not far from the bottom of the mountain. "Slow down, slow down, these boxes are made of improvised wooden planks, not so sturdy, be careful when moving," a round-faced officer shouted as he ran and went. When the Burmese truck arrived at the yard at the foot of the mountain, dozens of rudimentary wooden boxes were already in the yard, waiting for the truck to be loaded as soon as it arrived. The two Burmese were careful to break up a wooden box, and a pile of scattered gun parts fell out of it.

"Don't look at it, keep moving, hurry up" The round-faced officer sprinted a few steps to take an empty box, picked up the gun parts and loaded them again. The Burmese, who had just survived the fighting, were shocked by the contents of the boxes, and even though the interpreter was out of his mouth, they just crouched in a heap and did not carry the wooden boxes. "It's still early, let's give them food first, and then move the rest when we're done, so that the brothers can rest for a while," the officer in the lead looked at his watch, there were still more than three hours before dark, more than enough time.

Dinner was simple, just a big pot of meat and vegetable soup with canned food and wild vegetables, and a big pot of stuffy rice. Ever since the Japanese occupied Myitkyina, the food rations of the inhabitants of the city had been implemented, and as long as they did not die of hunger, the Japanese would not feed them. It was the first time for these Burmese people to have met them, and it was the first time they had eaten such a rich meal, so they didn't need to translate to speak at all, and these guys huddled up and grabbed it.

"Eat, eat to your heart's content, this is your last meal" The smiling interpreter kept adding rice to them, and kept muttering in Chinese, anyway, these guys couldn't understand what they were saying. When the expeditionary force invaded Myitkyina, there was an incident in which the Burmese looted the property and wives and daughters of the overseas Chinese, and the expeditionary force troops who entered the city could not stand it and killed a group of Burmese aborigines, and the situation was brought under control. That is to say, even if these officer-like people kill these Burmese in front of this overseas Chinese interpreter, this interpreter will not make a fuss.

I was busy until it got dark, and all the wooden boxes in the yard were loaded onto the trucks, and several trucks were full. Burmese people who had been tired from the day sat in the courtyard of the warehouse, smoking the cigarettes they had translated and speaking in Burmese they did not understand. "Don't worry, it's still early, wait until your family is in a safe place" The leading young officer grabbed and went to clean up the Burmese translators, it was still early, and it was not the time to attack.

"I've got a few bottles of wine here, go and get them for them" The Burmese were almost rested, but the young officer didn't want to let them go now, so he took a couple of bottles of wine from a backpack on the ground and handed them to the interpreter. As the time passed, the dozen or so Burmese were already drunk, but the officers who stayed in the courtyard still didn't move, and the translator couldn't help but be impatient.

"Let's start," the young officer who remained in the courtyard finally gave the order just as the interpreter was scratching his ears and cheeks, and there was only an hour left before dawn. The trucks laden with things had long since left, and there were only three officers and four interpreters left in the courtyard, as well as drunken Burmese.

"Report, gunshots and firelight came from the loot warehouse at the foot of the mountain" A guard post rushed into Zhao Yuanzhi's room, and Zhao Yuanzhi, who was "asleep", was called, and the person sent by the military boss was also awakened by the sound of soldiers running. "What's the panic, gather the troops, start the vehicle, let's rush over and take a look" Zhao Yuanzhi reprimanded the panicked soldiers while putting on his military uniform, "Who is guarding the loot warehouse?" How many people are there? ”

"Report, there are more than a dozen officers stationed in that warehouse, it seems that some directly subordinate battalion replaced the wounded officers who were recuperating there, the headquarters has not given them orders, and those people have been staying in the loot warehouse, the officer at the head is called Zhao Zhi, a major" The answer to Zhao Yuanzhi's question was the little head of the military police, and the answer was so detailed, it was naturally Zhao Yuanzhi's henchman. If it weren't for the intensification of the impression on the people sent by the military bosses, who would have answered the question like this.

"Major officers guarding the warehouse?" The person sent by the big guy was naturally interested, and immediately clamored to go with Zhao Yuanzhi to see the situation. In his impression, the major officer who was sent to guard the warehouse either offended people, or he would not come to the trouble to deal with the officer, so he would be banished to that kind of place. If it's a useful person, you might as well recruit into your own camp, maybe it will be a help in the future. Zhao Yuanzhi agreed without saying anything, but just urged the soldiers to speed up their movements and get on the car and set off, as if they were anxious for the robe.

Zhao Yuanzhi and his two platoons of soldiers hurriedly drove to the warehouse, and when there was still some distance from the warehouse, they heard the dense gunfire and firelight, Zhao Yuanzhi called to stop, but listened for a while, and shouted angrily, "It's the Japanese army's 38 rifle and our Thomson submachine gun shooting, damn, it must be the Japanese army or the so-called Burmese militia who have slipped through the net to attack the trophy warehouse, and there are still a lot of Japanese firearms in the trophy warehouse."

Under Zhao Yuanzhi's strict order, the drivers who drove all increased their speed, but now the sky has not yet dawned, and no matter how fast they are, they can get there quickly. Just when Zhao Yuanzhi and the others were only a few miles away from the warehouse, the gunfire suddenly stopped, and the fire was rising into the sky, burning more and more. "It's over, it's over" Zhao Yuanzhi almost fell to the ground as soon as he got out of the car, and when they arrived outside the warehouse, it was almost burned to the ground, several Burmese corpses lay lying in the bushes more than ten meters away from the warehouse, and a few bloodstained 38 rifles and some bullet casings were scattered around the corpses.

"Quick, go in and see if there are any people alive over there" Ignoring the fact that there was still fire and smoke in the fire, Zhao Yuanzhi forced his soldiers to rush into the fire to find a living. The soldiers who unloaded their weapons and equipment cautiously entered the fire, but there were fires and smoke everywhere, and they couldn't open their eyes at all, but just closed their eyes and dragged out the corpses that were still smoking from the fire. Looking at the charred corpses on the ground, the soldiers all gritted their teeth and were angry, Zhao Yuanzhi also clenched his fists, but no one noticed that when Zhao Yuanzhi turned around, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

"12 people, none of them are all dead, our people have inspected the weapons and watches they have picked up, they should have been suddenly attacked by the enemy, four were shot and killed, and the rest should have run out of bullets and when the enemy was hand-to-hand combat, they were stabbed to death by the enemy with a bayonet and thrown into the fire" A second lieutenant under Zhao Yuanzhi carefully examined the corpses dragged out of the fire, but he ignored that Zhao Zhi's subordinates also had three female officers in this warehouse, and the corpses on the ground were all men.

"Forget it, if a person dies a big death, let's burn it into ashes and bring it back to China, the corpses are burned like this, which really damages the image of the officer" The commissioner of the big guy covered his nose with white gloves and left with some dissatisfaction. Zhao Yuanzhi gave the second lieutenant under him a look, it was best to dispose of the corpse quickly, so as not to have a bad night. It's just that this matter has the "seeing is believing" of the cronies of the military bigwigs, and it is estimated that even if someone wants to use this matter to make trouble, they will not be able to stir up any storms.

After dawn, a telegram about the attack on the loot warehouse outside Myitkyina reached the bigwigs on the front line, who knew very well what kind of warehouse it was, and who the dozen or so people who guarded the warehouse. It's just that at present, everyone's task is to try to win the opportunity to show their faces in front of the commander-in-chief before the China-Burma highway is crossed, and the attack on the scrapped loot warehouse like this is too small to arouse their interest. Therefore, Zhao Yuanzhi's telegram was only circulated in the hands of a few people, and it was put together with a pile of waste paper, and the last bit of Zhao Zhi in the impression of the bigwigs was forgotten like this. ~