The War of Resistance: My Expedition, My Country

After Liu Xiao arrived, Qin Shi instructed him to lead the 3rd Battalion to assist the US-British task force and ordered Captain Wei Wei to assist Captain Liu Xiao. Qin Shi's arrangement made sense.

First of all, Liu Xiao is a graduate of a staff school, and his military qualities are impeccable, so he will have no problem carrying out such a mission; secondly, he came from the 600th Regiment, and was once directly under the command of Kuang Zhengqi. He also had intersections with Huang Wei, and he should not betray himself; finally, the guerrilla detachment needs another force that can undertake independent combat in addition to the original 2nd Battalion. The 3rd Battalion is composed of prisoners of war who were the first to organize a resistance. They are brave and have certain combat effectiveness. I believe that after this cover operation, they will definitely grow up and become their own main force.

After everything was arranged, William walked up to Qin Shi and gave him a warm hug. "Colonel Qin, thank you very much for saving me from the Japanese devils. I have experienced the cruelty of the Japanese firsthand, and I understand the pain you Chinese have endured for so many years. I believe that this day will come, and we will settle the accounts with Japan!"

Qin Shi smiled. After the two of them broke their hug, Qin Shi punched William in the chest and said, "We'll see you soon. Remember to kill more devils!"

William also punched Qin Shi and said with a smile: "You stay alive, or I will go to Tokyo with you and raid Hirohito's house!"

"Good! I love confiscating property!" Qin Shi was overjoyed. These past few days, my teachings have paid off. William, I hope you'll remember this when you return to England. This way, the punishment for Japan's defeat won't just be a simple peace constitution, a ban on having an army, and so on. Bullshit! I'm going to wipe out this so-called tradition of the Emperor. Hirohito, in this life, not only will I make you bear the punishment of a war criminal, but I'll also keep you forever chained to the iron chains of shame!

The mountainous terrain in eastern Myanmar is rugged and steep, making trekking difficult. Within this dense forest, a team is cautiously advancing. Their figures weave through the vast expanse of trees, seemingly at one with nature.

At the front was a local guide, holding a machete commonly used by Southeast Asians, skillfully wielding it to cut through the thorns in the road ahead and open up a barely viable passage. At the same time, he had to keep an eye on his surroundings, driving away those creepy creatures such as snakes and insects to ensure the safety of the team.

Behind the guide, five special forces soldiers, divided into two distinct groups, stood guard around them with solemn expressions, alerting them to any potential mishaps. Following closely behind them were Captain John and William, walking side by side. Behind them came the rest of the task force.

John kept glancing at his watch, his eyes betraying his anxiety and helplessness. It had been three days since he'd parted ways with Qin Shi and the others, and the team had only advanced about 3 miles, completely beyond his expectations. The scheduled rendezvous with Liu Xiao's team was approaching, and he still had a clunky distance of over 100 miles to the meeting point.

During these three days, the team experienced many setbacks. On the first night, despite thorough preparations, one member was bitten by a leech that appeared out of nowhere. Fortunately, the guide found an unknown medicine in time, otherwise this member could have become the first victim. Then came the ubiquitous tropical mosquitoes and ants, which were difficult to guard against. In these three days, the team experienced more mosquito bites than some had ever experienced in their entire lives, and one member almost collapsed from the pain.

The field conditions in the tropical jungles of Southeast Asia were fraught with challenges and difficulties. The scorching heat left the team members drenched in sweat, a perspiration that seemed to flow endlessly. The humidity was extremely high, and the air was thick with moisture, making the heat unbearable. Dense vegetation blanketed the entire area. The trees were tall and dense, their branches intertwined to form a green canopy, obstructing vision and making progress difficult.

"We can't keep marching like this!" Major John thought to himself. If they continued to march through the jungle like this, not to mention when they would get out of the jungle and reach China, the team would probably be wiped out along the way!

John immediately called Captain Reagan who was following in front. Reagan was a British airborne soldier and was familiar with the local Aboriginal language. He followed the guide and instructed the guide to open a path according to the direction on the map.

"Reagan, we can't keep marching according to the map. Damn the General Staff, damn these bureaucrats, they simply draw a line. If we continue to follow their route, we may never get out of here in our lifetime!" John couldn't help but complain.

Reagan nodded in agreement and asked, "Major, tell me about your plans."

"Major Liu and his men are marching along the Japanese-controlled road. I believe they've already attracted their attention. We can also choose a shortcut and don't have to move slowly through this dense jungle. Ask the guide ahead and tell him directly our next destination to see if he can find a shortcut!"

Reagan nodded in agreement and hurried forward to negotiate with the guide. Then he came back and said to Major John, "The guide said there's a shortcut, but we have to swim across the Nanka River, a tributary of the Erwin River, to reach the rendezvous point, Wanganshan, tonight."

John thought calmly and asked, "Did the guide mention the risks of swimming across the Nanka River?"

Reagan said, "The river is rushing. It's the rainy season!"

"How wide is the river?"

"The map marks about 30 meters, and considering the water level during the rainy season, it shouldn't exceed 100 meters at most!"

"Whatever, let's swim!" John calmed down and made up his mind! John was still confident about this. Special forces members have undergone rigorous training, so swimming across a turbulent river should be no problem. Even Lieutenant Colonel William, as a pilot, should have no problem with his physical fitness.

Soon, the team turned toward the riverbed. Although the path became more rugged and steep, it reduced the need to cut through the dense forest and brambles, which actually increased their speed. Near dusk, they finally arrived at the swimming point the guide had mentioned. John was stunned. It was completely different from what he had imagined. There was no flat riverbank; both sides were sheer cliffs. However, the river was wider here than elsewhere, and the current was less turbulent. The so-called less turbulent was only relative. If a so-called strong swimmer entered the river here, he would probably not even blink, and would not see a hair!

John roughly estimated the current width of the river, which was about 80 meters. Now he could only find an anchor point on the opposite side and swim across using a rope.

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