Chapter 232 The Great Trouble of the Empire in Yunnan, the extension of the Chengdu-Kunming Railway, the Kunming-Ruili line, is one of the larger railway projects in the southwest in recent years, and the railway extends from the Chengdu-Kunming line to the Burmese border, and according to the design plan, the railway will be connected all the way to Ruili. Although this railway seems to be a branch line, the terrain is very complex, and the construction standard is very demanding, after all, it will be used as the main railway line in China of the China-Myanmar Railway in the future, and it is self-evident that it will undertake extremely important cargo transportation tasks.

Due to the late start of construction of this railway, there is also a large prisoner camp of the Chinese army left on this line, and this prisoner of war camp composed of 80 percent of the officers and soldiers of the Chinese army and 20 percent of the armed Chinese nationals of the province has undertaken a very heavy workload.

However, his surname is very tenacious, and after the official announcement of the defeat and unconditional surrender of the political axe, the prisoners of war in the prisoner of war camp, who were whipped and unwilling to work, had to put the gun on their heads before they were willing to go down to the construction site, suddenly seemed to have lost their backbone, and began to serve hard labor after the end of the war according to the orders of the distant local political axe.

Recently, I have been more hopeful, and according to the information that the prisoners of war have received from nowhere, it is said that the political axe will send someone to solve the problem of the last prisoner of war-labor exchange in the near future.

"Dangdangdang......"

When the bell rang for the prisoner of war camp, the prisoners of war jumped out of bed, dressed a few times, grabbed hoes, steel drills, and pickaxes neatly stacked against the wall, and went downstairs to assemble.

The bell represents the assembly, and the assembly is for work, which has been the Chinese-style prisoner of war camp life that I have been accustomed to for several years. They know very well that as long as they do not violate the rules, the Chinese rarely take the initiative to beat them, let alone shoot people indiscriminately. But once there is a violation of the rules, or a sabotage of work, and an attempt to escape, it is serious.

The punishment for violating the basic regulations of the prisoner of war camp, from the simplest confinement of 1~3 days, not even giving water, to hanging up and poisoning in the sun, all kinds of means make it clear to Yu himself that the Chinese are becoming more and more powerful, and they have never lacked torture methods, even more ruthless than themselves. It's just that although these [***] people are ruthless and equally brutal, they are more likely to act according to the rules, and their own army back then was induced by the instinct of the beast surname and the high-level to commit murder.

If you find slacking, it's even simpler, for a month, the amount of food is halved, if you find it again, halved again, and once you faint from hunger, you can be dealt with.

As for escaping, it was the heaviest punishment, that is, in this prisoner of war camp, there were people who escaped, but before they could run out of the barracks, they were caught, and then all ten people in a dormitory were shot.

For Yue himself, although he has fully experienced the cruelty of the Chinese during his years of Chinese prisoner of war labor, he is still passable, accustomed to the efficient and pragmatic style of the Chinese, and he chooses to completely bow his head and work seriously.

However, today's gathering, the atmosphere is a little different.

When the prisoners of war came to the potholed assembly camp, they found that the number of guards in the camp was doubled, and the lieutenant [***] officers in charge of the camp had extremely serious expressions, which were by no means ordinary ordinary work.

What made me even more worried was that there was a large truck parked on the road outside the prisoner of war camp. This kind of truck has a load of ten tons, they have not seen this kind of modern large truck in their own country, but they are not used to seeing it in the southwest, and the Chinese even use these precious cars to transport building materials, which is not good news for most people, which means that the Chinese, at least in terms of cars, have far more than the number of the capital.

And for the army, the car means the mobile surname, which means the formation of a large number of semi-motorized infantry units.

"Rissho!!"

A major of the prisoner of war battalion on duty stood on the stage and shouted loudly that the Chinese officers and soldiers never used translation and language in their communication with Yue, and that he must memorize these simple Chinese by himself, otherwise, if he makes a mistake, he will be punished.

Tens of thousands of prisoners of war filled the open space of this huge prisoner of war camp converted from a stone factory, surrounded by anti-aircraft machine guns, power grids, and alarm devices. There was once a small group of prisoners of war who said that they did not understand technology, and as a result, after cutting high-voltage power lines by their own clever coincidence, they tripped over the alarm line while climbing over the fence, and were immediately easily torn apart by the garrison army who had already discovered the abnormality with heavy machine guns.

Hearing the shouting orders of the [***] officials, there is no longer the army that dared to fight with the [***] people back then, and I can only sigh in my heart that this is a magical country, and they are undergoing great changes almost every day. And their soldiers are more professional and bloody than the emperors. Once the orders of the higher authorities are carried out, it will be more terrible than the emperor [***] people.

However, 99 percent of the soldiers do not feel that there is anything wrong with bowing their heads to the Chinese, and what they have seen and heard in the southwest over the years, as well as those Chinese officers and soldiers they have often come into contact with, have proved a fact.

The [***] team, which was one step ahead of the modernization, was surpassed by the [***] team before the armistice. Instead of resisting, they obeyed.

"From today, you will officially end life in the prisoner of war camp. According to the orders of your superiors, you will be sent directly to your destination for immediate release, and your political axe representative will be waiting for you at your destination. ”

This major officer of the People's Army was extremely majestic, and shouted loudly, not caring whether he could understand it or not, but he knew that a considerable part of him had learned a lot of Chinese in recent years. For him, this is not so much telling Yue himself that they will be sent to the Sino-Burmese border without the consent of Yu Benzhengaxe, but rather announcing a new order, and he himself does not need to understand.

"Get on board!!"

With a wave of his hand, the major lifted out all the countless large baskets that had been prepared at the entrance of the camp, which contained steamed buns, Chinese pickles, pickles, and even lettuce, which were very ordinary in appearance, and Chinese pickles, pickles, and even lettuce, which were all foods that he liked very much. (Perhaps, they could call it a cook, or, like the North Korean laborers who were about to take over their mission, the great kimchi legend.) After all, the squadron is not a beast, and it needs to be said to be a worker, a thug, and the food still has to be fed to the family.

Drinking water had been put on each truck, and two KPA soldiers with guns stood at the back of the truck, and the prisoners of war rushed to the gate of the camp at the speed of a trot, picked up their share of steamed buns and vegetables, and then rushed onto the trucks without looking back. Because I have to transfer with the construction team frequently, I am also used to the rules of riding a truck.

"Although these people have been defeated by us, they are still wolves."

On the only small building in the camp, Lieutenant Colonel Zhan Wei, the person in charge of the prisoner of war camp, looked at his orderly boarding and couldn't help but sigh to a staff officer from the Southwest Garrison Command next to him.

"Yes, a few years of life in a prisoner of war camp have not worn out the military style of these people, and regardless of national feelings, they are still excellent soldiers." The Major's Staff Officer nodded, agreeing with the lieutenant colonel's statement.

"Major Wang, are they going to the south?"

Major Wang had a tiger face and said with a straight face: "Lieutenant Colonel, this is a military secret. Then he picked up the document bag and went out quickly, and he will follow the team to the front of Ruili.

"Hase-kun, where are we going?"

It wasn't until long after the car drove out that the sound of the bumpy car and the engine finally relaxed the Yue himself in the car, and a soldier in his early twenties asked an elder beside him. The other soldiers who were next to him also looked at him, because Shizo Hasei had the best Chinese among their small work team. No one thought it was wrong for him to learn Chinese, but because Hase's fluency in Chinese saved a lot of trouble for his teammates.

He was an elder, but he was only in his twenties, and when he was captured, he was not as old as the boy who enlisted in the Nagoya countryside in front of him.

"According to the Chinese, it is to send us to a certain destination and wait for the imperial political axe to send someone to take over." Shizo Hase's brows said that he didn't even believe this statement, because the truck was heading south. Judging by the places where they served hard labor, further south is Burma. However, the Chinese's approach is never to send prisoners of war to the mountains and shoot them all, so it is worth considering.

Moreover, in such a prisoner of war camp of tens of thousands of people, the Chinese actually did not wait for the official to hand over it, and directly sent it to the destination for release on the spot, which is somewhat suspicious.

"It's the same everywhere I go, I used to think that being a soldier was hard, and there were dead and wounded. Later, I felt that working for the Chinese was tiring. Now, I'm used to it. If you go back and continue to be a soldier or a coolie, it's no problem. A somewhat rickety man said that he was not small, but he had developed a lot of strength in the prisoner of war camp.

"Yes, I thought I was going to die on the battlefield, but I didn't. Later, I thought I was going to be slaughtered by the Chinese, but I didn't. As for the future, whether it is to go to the battlefield or return to the countryside of Shikoku, it will not be a problem. Shizo Hasei nodded, accustomed to ups and downs, but they were used to it.

In this way, in the midst of my doubts and various discussions, this huge convoy finally drove to its destination: a border guard camp in Ruili.

"Get off!! Get out!! ”

When the truck stopped, the familiar sound of Chinese [***] people smashing the car with their fists was heard outside, and after the door opened, the prisoners of war jumped down quickly, formed a team, called their own names, and reported the number to the Chinese soldiers on duty. They are safe only if they are confirmed that there are no fewer people. Otherwise, even if the release is imminent, they are convinced that if they find someone fleeing, or if there are fewer people, the Chinese will definitely shoot the entire truck himself.

It's not that the Chinese are too cruel, but they have such rules in advance!

"Huh? How is it a barracks again. ”

When he got off the bus, he found himself in a huge border guard barracks that was more heavily guarded, and on the empty barracks field, tens of thousands of people stood down and only half of the positions were filled, and there were even more [***] teams on guard in the barracks.

"There are tanks !!"

When Shinzo Hase's squad followed the squad to the assembly point, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he saw that the front of the barracks was lined up with nearly twenty large tanks of Chinese. In these years, they have only seen Chinese tanks once, that was a prisoner of war camp in the early years, as a result, more than a dozen Chinese tanks rushed in, and after the leaders of the "fierce death" who tried to storm the cordon were crushed to death like watermelons, the entire prisoner of war camp of more than 60,000 people were all honest.

Just looking at the thick black hole muzzle and large-caliber vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun on the tank, as well as the huge hull larger than the three tanks of the empire, Hasei couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He prayed in his heart that no one of the labor teams had made a mistake and angered the Chinese.

The others themselves also thought the same way, seeing that the release was imminent, but they were trembling.

The same major of the prisoner of war camp who led the team south came to the stage and said loudly, "Since your political axe officials have not yet arrived, this will be your final destination, and all regulations will be implemented in accordance with the policy of the prisoner of war camp, and if you violate them, you will completely lose the chance of being released." ”

Another week passed, eating and sleeping all day, and everyone was disturbed by this sudden and inexplicable idle state, and a good news came, saying that he was a person.

However, instead of waiting for the political axe officer of the POW Committee, they waited for a chief of operations wearing the badge of a major general of the Ministry of War, and an army general Muto Sho who had been captured during the Tohoku War.

Next, the more than 60,000 prisoners of war in this country heard a supreme order from the country that shocked them greatly.

Arriving with the Supreme Order, a division of the Burmese People's Army (MPA) troops was within sight of the Burma direction, across the line from the barracks.

“…… From this day forward, you will not have a number, but you will be a volunteer army and set foot on Burmese soil to fight the British. Through your sacrifices, you will make an important contribution to the rise of the Empire............ In particular, it should be noted that this time you have only one identity, that is, the Yuben Volunteer Soldier hired by the Burmese, not the Yuben Soldier, let alone the Imperial Expeditionary Force............ All you need to do is obey orders, General Tuo Chung of the Burmese People's Army has expressed his willingness to cooperate deeply with the German leader Hitler and His Majesty the Emperor, and if you disobey the order, you will be violating the orders of the Imperial [***] Ministry and going against the will of the Emperor. The Emperor's [***] Ministry has secretly granted General Tuozhong full command ......"

In this way, a week after leaving the prisoner of war camp, after entering Burma, the officers and men finally picked up weapons that they had been unfamiliar with for several years and began to resume surname training.

When a soldier held a brand-new 38 large cover in his hand, he saw the familiar excellent workmanship that was different from the traditional Yue equipment, and couldn't help but sigh to Hase-Shinzo next to him, "We need to fight the British in Burma, but we use the Chinese production of the Yue equipment." It's really weird. ”

"Don't be surprised, obey orders, destroy the British, and then, we'll be able to go home."

Shizo Hase's cigarettes were already burning to his fingers, he hadn't tasted cigarettes for a few years, and he was given these things as soon as he arrived in Burma.

Anyway, it's all a war, how the empire orders, he will do what he does, and if he dies, I hope the heroic spirit can return to his roots.

"General, this is a report on the training of the restoration of the surname of the Volunteer Army."

A Chinese staff officer of the Burmese People's Army walked into Tuo Chung's office and reported in fluent Chinese that everyone in the military headquarters of the Burmese People's Army knew that General Tuo Chung greatly admired China and liked to communicate with those military veterans hired from China with high salaries in authentic Chinese. Of course, in fact, many of Tuozhong's soldiers were Burmese on the Sino-Burmese border, and many were even born speaking Chinese instead of Burmese.

"Well, I'll see how they're recovering."

Tuo Zhong took the report and looked through it carefully, and only these 'retired veterans' from China could take out the dozens of pages of detailed reports, and let the Burmese indigenous officers and soldiers do it, and most of them could not even write.

"Very well, I am recovering well." Tuo Zhong looked at the data analysis in his hand, and the final summary report, and couldn't help but secretly say, I am really as tenacious as Xiaoqiang, and I have been unfamiliar with military things for a few years, but it has only been a week since I resumed training, and the shooting, weight-bearing cross-country, and artillery subjects have all quickly reached a high level. "Order, these people say that they are going to fight for us and deal with the British, so let them eat and drink well, and the cigarettes we produce ourselves are not worth much anyway, and give them more."

"The general seems to hate himself too?" The staff officer smiled with interest.

"Yes, although I am not Chinese, I hate them as much as you do, and there is no reason." Tuo Zhong waved his hand, like a far-sighted general, and said, "The gun is in the hands of the enemy, and it is used to kill us." But now, I say that my gun is in our hands. Let's use it to take the British surname. ”

"Yes, General."

Half a month later, in Mon Mi, more than 100 kilometers from the headquarters of the Burmese People's Army, a regiment of British troops was preparing to set off on a defensive line arranged along the mountain range. This is where they are forward, and from here they have been fighting the Burmese People's Army (KPA) on the other side, which has also relied on the mountains to build a field defence.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mean, how many damn Burmese monkeys do you think we're going to capture this time?"

Speaking was Major Bacon, the staff officer of this infantry regiment, which consisted mainly of British.

Lieutenant Colonel Meen put down his glasses, pointed to the mountains opposite, and said, "I bet we'll capture a battalion of them, or even more." ”

"Yes, as long as we don't encounter their main forces, we will win one battle after another."

As soon as Major Bacon finished speaking, Lieutenant Colonel Meen smiled meaningfully, yes, haven't they all been fought like this in the past two years or so.

The Burmese retracted their defensive line and tightened in the Golden Triangle area east of Mandalay-Lashio, while the British [***] team actually reached a tacit understanding with the Burmese after several defeats on the battlefield and great losses in order to give instructions to their superiors and to have a decent battlefield report.

The British tried to put the KPA back, rather than arresting them and shooting them or imprisoning them, and gradually the Burmese People's Army began to put some of the troops in front of them for the British. The captured Burmese, after being put back by the British, were able to return to their positions in less than two days.

Therefore, the Burma War dragged on for two years, dragging out this extremely strange situation, and what is even more shocking is that the British Far East Army Command, which has an extremely bureaucratic style, has no idea about this matter. The battalion commanders of the British army released prisoners of war in order to reduce sacrifices, and the reasons used were that the march with the prisoners of war was not smooth, or the prisoners were peasants who took up arms, and the weapons were confiscated, and punishments were given.

However, when the negotiations between Tataka and the British political axe finally broke down, this situation began to fade away. Of course, the cunning middle and lower rank officers of the British army still thought that fighting the natives in the jungles of the Far East was a shame and a waste of life, and that they could naturally find some very good solutions.

For example, this Lieutenant Colonel Meen and Staff Officer Bacon investigated the deployment of the Burmese troops on the opposite side before launching this attack, deliberately avoided a few difficult sections, picked the weakest defensive belt, attacked one, and prepared to capture some indigenous peasant troops.

"For the sake of the honor of the Empire, I command you: attack !!"

When Lieutenant Colonel Mean, armed with his saber, stood there majestically and ordered the troops to attack the hills ahead, he returned to the command post without even waiting for the troops to begin their ascent.

In his opinion, the British soldiers under his command know better than himself to save their lives, they will take care of everything, and it is of course best if they can attack, and if it doesn't go well, they will retreat without their own orders. And all I need to do is to reprimand a few words when the time comes, and of course, if I bring back the prisoner, it will be a reward without hesitation.

When the British finally rushed to a place just a few dozen meters from the Burmese position on the top of the hill in the familiar peasant army-style fire under the familiar fire of the peasant army, they thought victory was in sight.

"Lay down your arms!"

Many British soldiers were silently chanting the oft-used Burmese phrase, which in a minute might have made an army of damned peasants lay down their arms and surrender.

However, when the British GIs thought they were in control of the situation, something bad happened.

“￥%……”

A strange command sounded from the top of the hill, and even the British GIs who rushed to the front heard it, what kind of strange language it was, the British GIs had never heard before, and their intuition told them that it might be a strange local slang for the Burmese.

If these Englishmen had ever fought with Yue himself, they would have immediately found out that this was a devil...... The next moment, however, instead of the Burmese who had surrendered with their hands raised, rifles emerged from the hill.

"Bang...... Bang......"

"Da Da Da ......"

When the gunshots rang out, Lieutenant Colonel Mean was playing with pictures of his beautiful blonde girlfriend at the command post, while also reminiscing about the Burmese girl who had been forcibly annihilated last night.

"What gunfire is so dense!! Not good, met the main forces of the Burmese. ”

When Lieutenant Colonel Mean rushed out of the command post and ran to the top of the hill to look across with a telescope, he couldn't help but be stunned.

After a burst of intense close-range fire on the opposite hill, more than 2,000 people were holding rifles, throwing out bayonets, and in a way that Lieutenant Colonel Mean had never seen in Burma, and had not even been seen in the army for more than ten years, they charged down from a height and fearlessly pursued the British who were so frightened that they rolled straight down.

"God, this, what's going on......".

(To be continued)