The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Zhang Chi stood in place, his eyes sweeping across the entire airport. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand again and called Hao Yi to his side.

As soon as Hao Yi arrived, Zhang Chi said directly, "Go to the supply storage area and get some of the supplies I prepared earlier. Bring canned meat, cigarettes, Coke, etc., and share them with the new brothers." He paused, glanced at Hao Yi with a slightly serious look, and added, "You don't need me to teach you how to talk when distributing the supplies, do you?"

When Hao Yi heard this, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face. Isn't this the opportunity for progress that he has been waiting for for a long time?

In the White Party Army, the sense of belonging among soldiers is often built up through such little favors and enticement, and Zhang Chi's move is undoubtedly paving the way for him.

Hao Yi pondered in his heart, and immediately patted his chest, confidently assuring: "Don't worry, my Lord, I guarantee that these brothers won't recognize him as Bai at all. They will only recognize you, Captain Zhang."

After hearing this, Zhang Chi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and a glimmer of approval flashed in his eyes.

Although Hao Yi was rude, he had strong execution skills and a relatively sharp mind, making him just the type of person who could be used at a critical moment. Zhang Chi nodded and said casually, "Okay, then ask them if they have any machine gun and mortar operators. I'll add an additional machine gun platoon to your company."

When Hao Yi heard this, he was overjoyed. He immediately saluted Zhang Chi and said excitedly, "I understand! Just wait and see!"

After saying that, he almost couldn't wait to turn around and ran quickly towards the independent battalion's material storage area with a few soldiers, his steps revealing unconcealable excitement.

Zhang Chi looked at his back, sighed, and couldn't help asking himself: "Am I a little too mercenary and mean?"

He, a college student, suddenly traveled to this world. As a major staff officer of the original owner's regiment, if he wanted to firmly grasp the team in his hands, he had to constantly find ways to establish his own authority.

Zhang Chi is clear that the essence of power is inseparable from three points: personnel power, financial power and business management power.

In personnel, he must firmly grasp the power to appoint officers and ensure that confidants and reliable talents are in key positions; in finance, that is, logistics supply, he must control the distribution of materials to ensure the smooth operation of the army; as for combat command, it is the core of his authority, and only by winning battles can he truly gain the obedience and trust of the soldiers.

Whether it is starting a company or building a team, the three points of personnel power (the power to appoint officers), financial power (logistics and supplies), and business management power (combat command power) are always the unchanging iron laws. As long as you can hold them firmly in the hands of yourself and your confidants, you can be considered to have grasped power.

Suddenly, Sir Spencer appeared in Zhang Chi's sight.

Mr. John, a gentleman with a mustache, wore a neatly ironed colonel's uniform and walked slowly to Zhang Chi with a cane.

"Major Zhang, Allied Theater Command has already arranged an evacuation," Spencer said straight to the point, his tone steady. "Headquarters has temporarily dispatched six C46 aircraft. They will arrive late tonight and take off at dawn tomorrow for Sindhu to avoid the Japanese roving fighters."

When Zhang Chi heard this, a hint of an ambiguous smile appeared on his lips, and he responded with a hint of sarcasm: "Congratulations, you can go home now."

The sarcasm in the words made Spencer frown slightly.

The original purpose of this expeditionary force going abroad was to defend the Burma Road and the interests of the Allied forces, but in reality it was more to protect the John people's colonies. Now that the opportunity to retreat has come, it is still these John people who are the first to board the plane and escape.

Zhang Chi couldn't help but think of his compatriots still trapped in the primitive jungle of Savage Mountain, fighting a desperate battle against the harsh natural environment and the pursuing Japanese army.

Sir Spencer remained calm in the face of Zhang Chi's ridicule. He smiled calmly and shook his head slightly: "We are not going home, just going to Sindhu to recuperate. We will come back eventually."

Zhang Chi almost burst out laughing when he heard this. He thought to himself that these colonists were just like dogs that couldn't change their nature. Even if they were defeated and had to flee in disgrace, they were always thinking of coming back to bully others.

Spencer didn't notice the sarcasm in Zhang Chi's heart, or perhaps he was too arrogant to care even if he knew.

He stroked his mustache and changed the subject, "I'm here to persuade you to bring your officers with us. But I know you probably won't agree. Command originally ordered me to blow up the supplies at the airport to prevent them from falling into the hands of the Fuso." He paused, his eyes softening slightly. "However, I think you brave soldiers will need these supplies more, so I've decided to leave them with you."

Zhang Chi's sarcasm faded slightly upon hearing this, replaced by a hint of genuine gratitude. "Thank you for your help, anyway," Zhang Chi said to Spencer. He planned to pack up all the planes, engineering vehicles, and supplies at the airport into the system space as soon as John and his men left.

However, Spencer had no intention of ending the conversation so quickly. He continued slowly, "Don't thank me yet. In exchange for the supplies I'll leave behind, I have a small request." He slightly increased the strength of his cane, his gaze growing serious. "Fifteen kilometers northeast of the airport, at the confluence of the Yawanadi River and the Lankanmayu River, lies the town of Naupi."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chi immediately pulled out a map from his bag and quickly found the town Spencer mentioned. The markings on the map were clear, indicating that the area was now under the control of the Fuso people.

"It's currently occupied by Fuso, and there aren't many troops stationed there," Spencer said slowly. "Several humble servants of His Majesty and their families are being held captive there. The rainy season is approaching, and the Fuso may not have the transportation capacity to relocate them. They will be held there for the next few months. If your team is capable, I hope you can rescue them."

Zhang Chi put down the map, sneered and shook his head. "And then what? Fight guerrilla warfare with us in the rain forest of Pegu Kingdom? Are you sure those gentlemen and ladies can endure such hardship? Honestly, we can hardly protect ourselves either."

Sir Spencer's expression darkened slightly, and his tone became even deeper: "If all else fails, I hope you can at least let them go in a dignified and pleasant manner."

These words revealed the heaviness in his heart. He was not a naive idealist like Major Wentworth. He was well aware of the cruelty and tyranny of the Fuso people.

By this time, the Bataan Death March, which resulted in the deaths of 1.5 prisoners, had already occurred, and reports of abuses of male and female prisoners in various Japanese concentration camps were circulating. The white people, who had been observing the incident since 37, finally realized that in the eyes of the Japanese, their prisoners were no different from the Chinese, and the Japanese atrocities were actually applied equally to all.

Ironic, isn't it? When the Fuso people were bullying the Qian Kingdom, the John people appeased them. Now they have to ask a Qian Kingdom major to let the John prisoners go with dignity.

Zhang Chi looked at Spencer's serious expression and knew that the other party was not joking. He finally nodded, accepting the task.

Seeing this, Spencer relaxed a bit and continued, "Besides that, I have a piece of advice for you. As a veteran who has served in the Pegu Kingdom for many years, the rainy season is approaching. Your Sherman M4 tank may be powerful, but those small streams you can ford now will become raging rivers during the rainy season. I suggest you prepare early. I don't know what kind of connection you have with the White Eagles, but you'd better requisition enough boats, otherwise you will be unable to move during the rainy season." (The Sherman was mass-produced and shipped to the battlefield in 42. Sir Spencer knew this model was normal.)

After saying this, Spencer nodded to Zhang Chi, his eyes showing a complex emotion, as if he was saying goodbye to Zhang Chi. Then, leaning on his walking stick, he slowly turned around and left Zhang Chi's sight.

"Thank you for your advice. I will take note of it." Zhang Chi responded calmly, and began to think about how to solve the problem at hand.

The swollen rivers during the rainy season will soon carve the Pegu Kingdom's territory into separate, isolated plots. Without the ability to cross the rivers, mechanized troops will be unable to advance. (Guo Xiaogui: Lao Du, your mechanized troops can confidently move into the maze of lakes and swamps along the Huai River and the Huai River. I guarantee that the Central Plains won't be able to catch you. Lao Du: Hundreds of thousands of mechanized troops! Suddenly, a handwritten letter arrives, and they're gone.)

Bridge-laying vehicle?

The Sherman does have a service modification, such as a pontoon bridge vehicle, but this is not currently available in War Thunder, and the existing equipment at the airfield is sufficient to support it. (Due to the limited weight that the tank's suspension can bear, a Sherman modified for service is essentially incapable of combat.)

ferry?

Speaking of ships, in addition to the American green water technology tree in the War Thunder system, Zhang Chi thought of a simple ship that could be produced quickly and on a large scale during the difficult period in the country - the wire mesh cement ship.

(Note: Without a pontoon bridge, a small stream can stop your Sherman, Tiger, or T-34-85. How many tanks in War Thunder have drowned in water that doesn't look deep on the map?)