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

Myitkyina, 55th Division Headquarters, inside the division commander's office.

"Baga, what are your roots as a soldier in the Locust Nation Army?"

The division commander, Lieutenant General Takeuchi Sadakazu, angrily waved his hand and gave two "Sanbin" to the bitter-faced major in front of him.

He was surprised by the news that Feizuka brought back. It was a large battalion equipped with artillery and tanks, but it was defeated on the march.

"Hey, it's all my fault." Fazuka stood at attention obediently, leaning forward 15 degrees, and sticking out his swollen face that had been beaten like a pig's head, making it easier for the division commander to take action.

"Useless! Shame on you! Even a navy idiot knows this is shameful and should commit seppuku to apologize!"

Takeuchi Sadaichi was still dissatisfied and slapped Hizuka twice in the face with his front and back hands.

"You lost eight tanks and three field guns in one ambush, you idiot. That Type 97 medium combat aircraft cost a full 180,000 Japanese yen. 180,000!"

Takeuchi Sadaichi did not feel bad about the loss of more than 100 Japanese soldiers who were killed by minefields and explosives at the S-bend. They were just cannon fodder soldiers who could be recruited from the countryside with a stamp and a conscription letter.

But the loss of those 8 tanks really made him feel uncomfortable.

In the process of conquering the entire Pegu Kingdom, their southern army lost only 28 chariots.

Zhang Chi's troops alone had destroyed nearly 20 tanks. Although most of them were light tanks like the Type 95, the huge loss still made the Southern Army heartbroken.

"Oh, it was my fault for being careless. I didn't expect that the enemy army could set up an ambush on our way forward." Fei Zuka, whose gums were loosened by the beating, lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Hearing the word "army", Takeuchi Sadaichi raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes at Hizuka and asked word by word:

"Your joint report with the First Tank Regiment stated that the enemy had over a dozen tanks? Hundreds of Qian commandos equipped with heavy firepower? And yet you failed to bring back a single enemy corpse or the wreckage of a single tank?"

"Hey, the enemy was well prepared. We recovered all the bodies and blew up the wreckage of their tanks."

As he spoke, a few drops of cold sweat flowed down Fei Zuka's forehead and landed on his cheek, which was already bleeding from the beating. However, he did not dare to show any trace of pain.

When Takeuchi Sada heard this answer, he temporarily let Hizuka go.

"Hmph, someone clearly leaked the information. Go back and rewrite the report. Remember to emphasize that this failure was caused by an intelligence leak and is the responsibility of the Special Higher Police." After a pause, he added, "Regarding this leak, I will entrust Colonel Kobayashi Shinichi of the Military Police Headquarters to investigate."

After saying that, Takeuchi Sadaichi waved his hand, indicating that Hizuka could leave.

Wait until Fei Zuka leaves,

"Boats? Amphibious tanks?" he muttered to himself, his finger following the map along the Malik River and the Nmai Kha River, two large rivers flowing through Myitkyina.

Takeuchi Sadaichi was certainly not a fool to be able to become the division commander. Even if the enemy had an intelligence advantage and was able to set up an ambush on the road near Myitkyina in advance, it only meant that the enemy had the means to transport troops quickly on the river.

"I wonder what's happening with the Type 2 submarine that the Navy commissioned Mitsubishi Heavy Industries to develop?" He thought to himself, feeling a little distressed.

At this point in time, with one month left before the end of the rainy season, the Japanese planes could not take off in the rain. If a small army was deployed with heavy artillery and tanks, they would have to maneuver on the road and would be easily ambushed by Zhang Chi, who had the advantage in sea transportation.

Takeuchi felt he was caught in a dilemma. Should he really ask the navy for support? Should he ask them to send ships and amphibious tanks?

As for sending out a large division of troops to push forward?

Takeuchi thought about the muddy road in his head and gave up.

Feeding thousands of people is a big problem. Once the logistical supply is not smooth, the so-called large-scale military attack will soon turn into a waste of lives.

In fact, besides Takeuchi, there was another person who also faced the problem of muddy and difficult roads and the inability to transport ammunition and logistical supplies to the front line.

On the other side of the earth, a few months later, a man named Bao X will witness the power of the Russian bear's earth-turning period, where even tracked vehicles will have difficulty moving forward on the road.

And in a few months, when winter arrives, the Sixth Army under this man's command, which has hundreds of thousands of troops, will be surrounded by the fortified city because of the lack of reinforcements and ammunition.

At the same time, there will be another fat man named Meyer who will clamor: air transport can be used to guarantee the logistical supply of hundreds of thousands of troops, and then stand up Paul X.

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At the same time, Zhang Chi's victory report was also sent to the Allied theater headquarters.

"The independent regiment annihilated a Japanese infantry squadron through an ambush? And also destroyed a Japanese tank squadron? And also destroyed four Japanese artillery pieces?"

General Stevenson was stunned when he saw the telegram in front of him.

In this day and age, is there anyone in Pegu Kingdom who can systematically destroy the Japanese tanks? Whose general is this? And how could he be so brave?

Oh, it's my A-Team.

He reacted immediately and called his men, "Ask Major James to come to my office."

By the time Major James entered the commander's office, he almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

Stevenson, the superior who was still depressed a few days ago, now seems to be 10 years younger and looks radiant.

"Look at this telegram, take a good look at him, my dear California boy." Stevenson took the initiative to hand the telegram to James.

"Although I still don't know how Colonel Zhang commanded this battle, our intelligence insider in Myitkyina has already sent news that the Japanese Fatzuka pursuit team has retreated and suffered heavy losses," he said excitedly.

James took the telegram and read it quickly, feeling somewhat puzzled. It was just a matter of destroying a few tanks and wiping out a small group of Japanese infantry. Was it worth Stevenson, the theater commander, to be so excited?

You know, the navy just reported a few days ago that it had sunk four Japanese aircraft carriers. Compared with a few tanks, that was a major achievement.

"You should be more perceptive, kid." Stevenson sighed as he looked at James, who was full of confusion. "I need you to fly as a special envoy to Colonel Zhang's team and take photos of his trophies and the tanks he destroyed later."

"Just think about it, when members of Congress questioned our Secretary of War about what we did to the Japanese on land, he would show you the photos you took and tell those idiot congressmen that it was my wise leadership, Stevenson, and you, James, who achieved these victories on the front line under heavy fire."

"How close is my request to him for more planes, more artillery, and more tanks to being approved?" Stevenson waved his arms excitedly like a major league baseball batter.