"Your Excellency, I have something to say!"

At this moment, a neutral voice suddenly came from the crowd of British GIs who held their hands high in surrender. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes!" The fat man turned his head to look and saw four officers sitting at a table, and the one who made the voice was the one who led the way.

It seems that this group of cowardly soft eggs is finally going to be "hard" with him!

"Well, I'm Captain Fili, Captain Fili, 329th Battalion, 101st Regiment, 101st Infantry Division, British Imperial Army, may I ask which unit you are, are you Japanese, or Chinese?" Captain Fili asked, sipping his pipe and looking at the fat man with a righteous face.

"The fat man is dignified...... Day * myself, the Great Day * Ben * Imperial Indo-Burma Dispatch Army, Kameda Shaosa of the Yamazaki Brigade of the 202nd Wing of the 110th Division! Hearing Captain Fili's words, the fat man's mind flashed, and he felt that these British soldiers regarded them as Japanese himself, so he had an idea and did something to frame them.

It's no wonder that these British guys look away, where are the fat men who look like malnourished Chinese?

The uniforms of the flying army are all self-made, steel helmets, weapons and everything else are made by the United States.

In addition, the fat man and the soldiers of the special combat team rushed into the cafeteria and burst out in Japanese to shout at these British Yankees to surrender, no wonder Captain Filip thought that the fat man and his party were little devil soldiers!

The fat man with a bad stomach and water will plan and frame him, as for whether these British will find revenge on the little devils, then he doesn't care.

As for what the 110th Wing of the 202nd Division, the Yamazaki Brigade, and the Bird Feather Kameda Shaosa, they are all made up by fat people.

"Don't you know that we are having dinner, that your undeclared war is inhumane, that it lacks gentlemanly spirit, and that it is a violation of the Geneva Conventions!" Captain Filip frowned, looking at the fat man who called himself "Kameda Shaoza" with disdain, with a look of disgust.

"Yes, our Great Day *Ben* Empire is really not a thing, just a bunch of brutes...... No, it should be worse than a beast! The fat man honestly admitted his mistake and nodded with a smile.

Both of them communicated in English, and the soldiers of the flying army did not understand what their uncle and the foreign devil officer were talking about, and stared at the British soldiers in the cafeteria with a confused expression.

These British GIs heard that their commander was "angrily scolding" the fat devil head for not having a gentlemanly spirit, but they didn't expect this fat devil head to take the initiative to admit his mistake, and said that the devil was not as good as the beast, which immediately made these British soldiers feel deeply agreed and nodded one after another.

"Since you know your mistake, even if you can't release us, you should let me and my soldiers enjoy this delicious dinner to the fullest, and we can't affect our appetite because of your arrival, this is the gentleman's way, so as to win our respect!" Captain Filip began to bargain more vigorously, and persuaded the fat man to become a "gentleman" with a righteous face.

The fat man rolled his eyes, he was about to throw up, and he felt the urge to rush up and kick Captain Fili rolling.

It's spicy, no wonder when the little devils landed from Singapore, the shells and bullets were almost exhausted, and the 30,000 people of the special mother were stunned to capture 100,000 well-equipped and 100,000 "gentlemen" of the British Empire with sufficient ammunition.

"Bang-" The Garand M1 in the fat man's hand fired another shot at the ceiling.

When the gunshot rang out, Captain Fili's righteous face instantly withered, and he hurriedly squatted down, raised his hands, and lowered the gentleman's head.

The British GIs who were all over the scene stopped talking, squatting honestly, and raising their hands above their heads.

"Fake, the fat man is a soldier of the Imperial Army of the Great Day, he is a beast, who dares to preach to the Imperial Army crookedly, the gun in the fat man's hand will open his scoop, so that he can no longer speak!" The fat man scolded and shouted in English.

Captain Fili's head is pushed lower, what kind of gentleman do you need at this time, it is important to save your life!

He even thought in his heart that he was simply too beastly these days, and he didn't have any gentlemanly spirit at all.

At this moment, Zhang Liguo led the soldiers, had already inspected all the barracks, and there was no one in them, and Song Ming led his team to tie up all the British soldiers on duty, and then carried them to the canteen, and the British soldiers in the canteen were collectively guarded.

At this time, the fat man asked the communication corps to contact Kong Ning's convoy through the wireless walkie-talkie, and the first British stronghold in Burma was pulled out, and the convoy could arrive safely.

The British stronghold is quite rich in supplies, there is an oil generator on the spot, yes, dismantled, if there is no better generator along the way, it will be pulled when it comes back.

"Liu Fatzi, there are a lot of British troops in this stronghold, are you waiting for Kong Ning's convoy to come, leaving Pan Tianlong's two squads to guard these prisoners?" Zhang Liguo was afraid that there would be no one to guard the prisoners in the two British strongholds behind, so he said to the fat man.

"No, leave a soldier of the special operations team, hand it over to Liang Wenshu to lead, and wait for Kong Ning's convoy to arrive, and the special combat team of this team will chase after us!" The fat man said.

The special forces must move quickly to the next British stronghold, and if they all wait for the convoy to arrive, how much time will it take!

"Okay, I'll assign the task!" Zhang Liguo nodded.

When Zhang Liguo left a special operations team, led by Liang Wenshu, who knew English, and explained that Liang Wenshu should deal with the call from the British army headquarters in Myitkyina, then he led the team and the fat man to continue to intersperse the second British stronghold on the main road along the path.

In less than an hour on the dense forest mountain road, the veteran members of the special operations team led by the two and two special operations teams had already appeared on the periphery of the second British stronghold.

According to Kong Ning and Song Ming's prior reconnaissance, there was only one platoon of British troops stationed in the second British stronghold.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and there is no entertainment in this era, and the British soldiers in the stronghold have had dinner, and most of them are chatting and drinking coffee in the camp dormitory.

There was only one searchlight in this stronghold, which was to illuminate the main road, and the British thought that a company of troops was placed in the front, and the rear stronghold was only to fill in the omissions and warn, and there was no need for too complete preparation infrastructure.

There were only two machine-gun bunkers and a sentry, and the British GIs on duty were very lax, hiding in the fortifications to smoke, chat, and make coffee.

Even the searchlight was shining in the direction of the main road, and there was no strafing on the two wings of the sentry post at all, and the rear of the sentry post was too lazy to pay attention.

It's the first time the fat man has seen such a lax sentry stronghold, no wonder the equipment is better than the little devil, and the troops are more than the little devil, but he was still chased by the little devil and broke his leg...... (To be continued.) )