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

Far away in Sindhu, inside the Allied theater headquarters, the atmosphere was suffocating and oppressive.

The huge map hanging quietly on the wall became the only focus of General Stevenson's anxious gaze.

He was looking at the map and began to explain his next idea.

"We must fight back, no matter what." His voice was a touch hurried, and he pointed his pointer at the Kingdom of Pegu. "No matter what, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Waiting any longer will only make those Fuso dogs more arrogant, and we will completely hand the initiative on the battlefield into their hands."

"We have to fight back, no matter what. If we sit here and do nothing, waiting for the Fuso Southern Army to choose the next direction of attack, we will only lose the initiative on the battlefield and be led by the nose by those damned devils."

His words were passionate, but as he looked down at the audience, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

The generals, dressed in John's uniforms, stood expressionless, their arms folded, as if completely unaffected by his urgency. Their expressions were impassive, as if they were part of a dull drama in the Upper East Side of a foggy city.

One of them, Major General John, approached his colleague and said in a low, teasing voice, "Stank tales, fun of foolish talk."

Although the whisper was soft, Stevenson, with his sharp ears, still caught it.

The general's face tensed instantly, his eyes like a blade, shooting directly in the direction of the major general: "General, what are you talking about?"

The lieutenant general next to the major general slowly stood up, a mocking smile on his face:

"He said, 'My dear Commander,' you are a great general, a Prussian commander or a Hannibal-like hero. You are a great general who, even in desperate situations, takes the initiative and seeks victory even in the face of danger."

This sounds like a good thing to say, but these conservative Johns actually hate any risky behavior.

This is also the reason why they look down on the upstarts of the Bald Eagles. These Yankees only think about adventure and fighting. But these gentlemen have been born in Rome, so what else can they fight for?

Before he finished speaking, there was laughter from the audience, and General John's faces showed contemptuous smiles.

"This isn't a joke, this is a provocation." Stevenson was furious, but his expression remained calm. "These damned sons of bitches will make you pay the price!"

He understood too well the true thoughts of these John Army generals.

For them, the kingdom of Sindhu, the jewel in the crown of their king, was their lifeblood, and the fate of everything else, especially the Burma Road, was but a distant noise.

I'm just an idealistic outsider trying to push through plans they don't care about at all.

But as a Bald Eagle soldier, he also has his own persistence. He took a deep breath and continued:

"We're going to build a training base at the Ramgarh Air Force Base. Those young men from the Qian Kingdom are all excellent soldiers. We're going to train at least five full-scale Eagle Infantry Divisions there. They're my X Force."

Then he pointed in the direction of Yunnan Province.

"Here, by airlifting weapons, I will have our Qian country allies train 12 lightly armed Eagle Infantry Divisions. They will be my Y Force."

He pointed to Guangxi Province again.

"Here, I will provide them with some weapons, and then our Qian country allies will train 30 infantry divisions on their own as reserves. They will be my Z Force."

"When the time comes, I will coordinate with Claire's air force and have them advance on three fronts to wipe out all the Fuso troops in Southeast Asia."

Stevenson spoke out his idea in one breath. He knew that these John people were unreliable, so he was prepared to rely entirely on the Qian Kingdom allies to complete the battle.

Stevenson's words were powerful, but the generals in the audience just chuckled in response, as if the plan before them was nothing but a fantasy.

General John Alexander frowned slightly. He could not accept that the king's land was rescued by others, so he calmly signaled the major general beside him to question it.

"Respected Commander," the major general stood up and said coldly, "I'm afraid your plan won't be completed until the end of 1943. Can it still be considered a counterattack if it takes so long to start?"

Stevenson's face flushed red, a mixture of anger and anxiety. He pointed his pointer at a mountainous area north of Bago on the map:

"No! The counterattack will begin soon! Here, I have deployed my A Force, an independent regimental combat group. They will continue to harass the logistics supply lines of the 56th Division that is confronting us on the border behind Xinpingyang."

"If the 56th Division's logistics collapse, I expect the generals' colonial divisions to be deployed immediately to push the Fuso back from the border."

Having said that, he waved his teaching stick excitedly, as if victory was just around the corner.

However, in the corner of the headquarters, an old gentleman with a gold-studded cane and a monocle turned his head quietly when he heard this and said to the young man beside him without any emotion:

"Humphrey, I want you to immediately leak the news that there is a Qian army north of the Pegu Mountains to the Fuso people through MI6 channels. Remember, it's accidental."

Humphrey's eyes widened, and he looked at the old man beside him in disbelief: "Lord, but..."

"That is His Majesty's land, and it can only be reclaimed by His Majesty's army. If it is occupied by the Qian Kingdom's allies for a long time, many situations will become unpredictable. As a civil servant, you must understand that control is the most important thing."

The old gentleman crossed himself with his hands and continued:

"General Stevenson is a pure soldier. He only needs to take care of military affairs, but we, His Majesty's servants, have much more to consider. Go to work, Humphrey."

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Soon, through the intelligence leaked by John, the Japanese realized the real reason for their successive losses of troops and arsenals - there were still organized Qianguo troops left in the mountains.

Immediately afterwards, a Japanese infantry battalion quietly set out from Myitkyina under the cover of heavy rain and advanced towards the northern mountainous area, attempting to launch a surprise attack.

However, their action, which they thought was "entering the village quietly without firing a gun", had already been secretly betrayed by their trusted "own man" - Shinichi Kobayashi.

The news quickly reached the crimson guerrillas in the northern mountains, and the guerrillas passed the information to the independent regiment stationed in Xinwangping Village without hesitation.

Zhang Chi immediately ordered his troops to prepare for war after hearing the news. He was keenly aware that during the rainy season, land routes were muddy and difficult to travel, but water routes were unobstructed.

Seizing this advantage, Zhang Chi decided to take the initiative and launch a bold surprise attack.