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

July 3, in a tavern in Mandalay Port.

Lan Yam, the mixed-race boss of the Franji Pegu tavern, asked his yellow-skinned wife to take care of the Fuso officers who were talking loudly at the table, and returned to the bedroom on the second floor of the tavern alone.

Fifteen years ago, he was still an unknown poor mixed-race boy. People around him only knew that after he arrived at Mandalay Port, he bought this poorly managed tavern, and then through his own efforts, he gradually made the tavern prosperous.

Although the interior of this tavern was not luxurious, the various cheap drinks it offered still attracted a large number of sailors and soldiers with limited pockets, making it a famous place for bragging at night in the neighborhood.

After the Fuso people occupied Mandalay, he was not troubled because he was half local.

The fake mayor of Mandalay, who was supported by the Japanese, did not interfere with the operation of his tavern except for forcing him to buy Japanese sake at a high price.

Even in this chaotic era, his tavern continued to thrive. Even Japanese officers would often come to him to taste sherry and whiskey, and after getting drunk, they would loudly discuss the recent war situation in the Locust Kingdom in Japanese.

But what these Japanese devils didn't know, and even his wife and children who lived with him day and night didn't know, was that he was actually an overseas intelligence officer from John's MI5.

Fifteen years ago, he accepted a sum of start-up capital, came to this overseas colony of the United Kingdom, and bought this tavern.

For fifteen years, he recorded all the rumors that arose in this tavern and sent them to his boss.

He didn't know how many Pegu separatists who were trying to launch a rebellion were caught by the intelligence he recorded, and he didn't want to know.

He held a United Kingdom passport and grew up in Portsmouth, and he had little affection for the Pegu people, who shared his blood.

He just sometimes thought that it would be nice to be an ordinary tavern owner, start a family, get married and have children, and just live a good life like an ordinary person.

As a result, he handed in less and less intelligence and focused more and more on running the tavern.

His superiors at MI5, who were far away at the Xingzhou Governor's Mansion, were helpless because MI5 had not paid Lanyam a single salary for many years.

The shrewd John Parliament cut spending on intelligence agencies after the Great Depression. The new boss of MI5 saw that the intelligence officer Lanham owned a pub and had a fixed monthly income from running the pub.

The stingy new boss refused to pay him any extra salary. After all, the funds for purchasing the tavern were provided by the Fifth Department, right?

Ramyam thought that everything would pass like this, the United Kingdom's rule in Pegu would continue, and he would gradually be forgotten by his superiors as he became less and less valuable as an intelligence officer.

But he was too naive.

A few months ago, Lanyam's boss showed up at his tavern.

Fifteen years later, the handsome middle-aged boss who recruited him was now old and balding. He handed Lamb a suitcase mysteriously and whispered:

"Something's not right. The people at 10 Downing Street still firmly believe that the Japanese wouldn't dare challenge the authority of the United Kingdom. But I think they're wrong. The United Kingdom's defenses throughout Southeast Asia are simply too weak. It's like a thatched house. The Japanese only need to push it lightly and it will collapse."

The boss patted the box and continued.

"Here's a portable radio. If the Japanese really capture Mandalay Harbor, I need you to remain undercover. Because of your appearance, those dwarfs shouting 'co-prosperity' will definitely let you keep your shop open. Then, just like before, you can use the radio to broadcast the intelligence you've gathered in the tavern."

"The code book and the communication frequencies are in the box. I hope you still remember how to send a message after fifteen years. God bless you."

After saying that, the boss left.

When Lanyam's recollections ended, he sat down at the small table, opened his notebook, and began to record the information he had heard from the drunken officers in the tavern today.

Yes, those devils thought that their boss only spoke Pegu and John, and in the Mandalay Port under curfew at night, only the Fuso people were allowed to come out to drink, so while drinking, they loudly and crazily used Fuso to communicate various important military intelligence or complain about their superiors together.

But as an MI5 foreign intelligence officer, Ram is fluent in four languages: John, French, Pegu and Fuso. Through the complaints of these Fuso people, he learned a great piece of news tonight.

He wrote:

It's reported that the prisoner-of-war camp in Naupi Township, north of Bago, has been liberated by a mysterious Allied force. At least hundreds of John and White Eagle prisoners have been successfully rescued, most likely including the daughter of former colonial Governor Lord Nelson and fifteen John pilots.

According to the Fuso people, 100 urns were transported away, which shows that the local Fuso defenders suffered heavy casualties.

According to the analysis of the Fuso officer in the tavern, the mysterious Allied force used amphibious assault tactics and launched an attack directly from the river.

The local Fuso defenders' defense lines were all outside Naupi Town, facing the land. Therefore, they were immediately defeated after being attacked by amphibious vehicles from behind and machine gun fire from the other side of the river.

It is recommended that superiors immediately send personnel to contact this mysterious Allied force and properly arrange the transfer of the Lord's Daughter.

After Lanyam finished writing, he read the text on the page several times. After revising it to make it more concise, he took out the radio from the secret compartment under the floor and started sending the message according to the code book.

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On the other side, inside the independent regiment’s headquarters.

More than thirty newly rescued John and White Eagle prisoners of war stood on the runway of the simple airport, their eyes fixed on the two planes pushed out of the concrete hangar by the soldiers of the Independent Regiment - a Bulldog fighter and a Swordfish attack aircraft.

Obviously, they were surprised and curious about the scene before them. They couldn't understand why they could see the John people's standard aircraft in this deep mountain basin with inconvenient transportation?

Zhang Chi strode to the front of the crowd, clapped his hands, and attracted their attention.

"Everyone," he began, "some of you are fighter pilots, some are attack pilots, and some are ground crew and aviation mechanics. I need you to pass on your skills to my people."

As he spoke, he pointed across the runway, where more than a hundred curious young people were standing.

They were all carefully selected from independent regiments and overseas Chinese. They had excellent physical fitness and high education level, and were preparing to become pilots and mechanics.

Although the system can also provide pilots, Zhang Chi still adheres to the idea of ​​walking on two legs and prepares to train a group of aviation talents himself.

He spoke carefully in Johnese, "For those who teach well, I'll give them cigarettes, Coke, beef, and chocolate. For those who don't teach seriously, I'm sorry, I can only let you eat salted potatoes. Everyone, please make your own choice."

Although salted potatoes were already a great delicacy for these former prisoners of war who were starving to the point of being skin and bones in the Japanese prisoner-of-war camps, which of these tortured and dying people didn't want to smoke and drink Coke?