Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

mountain city.

The Military Commission of the National Government and the location of the Ordnance Department.

A technical seminar room that usually seems a bit deserted is now crowded with people and the atmosphere is lively.

The Director of the Ordnance Department, Yu Dawei, personally presided over the meeting and brought together the department's top chief engineers, technical experts who had returned from studying abroad, and several young officers who were transferred back from the front lines and had actual combat and maintenance experience with tanks and armored vehicles.

Calling everyone to a meeting with such fanfare must mean that there are extremely important matters to be dealt with.

There is only one theme for this meeting.

That is the future of armored forces and the path to localization.

"Everyone." Yu Dawei's eyes swept over the crowd, and his tone was steady and powerful: "The lessons learned from the Burmese battlefield, especially the huge impact of the Japanese armored forces on our British and Burmese friendly forces in the early stage, and the key role played by part of our expeditionary force (the 200th Division and the US tank regiment) in the subsequent counterattack, have been fully demonstrated.

Without powerful armored assault force, there will be no initiative on the battlefield!
Without a strong artillery garrison, it would be impossible to hold the position!

The war has already evolved into a comprehensive struggle of national and military power!"

He paused and continued, "The Chairman has made up his mind that our country must not only have elite troops who can skillfully use the tanks provided by the Allies, but also gradually establish our own tank research and development, manufacturing and maintenance system!

To this end, the Ordnance Department officially established the "Chariot Weapon Research and Development Department" today, with Qian Zhuzhi (Qian Lao's uncle, a pioneer in modern Chinese explosives and ordnance) as the technical supervisor to coordinate the long-term construction of our country's armored forces! "

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a murmur of discussion and excited conversation in the room.

Everyone present here has a sincere heart for the country's military industry.

Ever since learning about the outstanding performance of the armored forces on the battlefield, establishing a strong domestic armored force has become their dream.

An old engineer who had returned from studying in Germany said excitedly: "Director, this is indeed a century-long plan for the country! We will do our best to learn from the advanced experience of various countries and devote ourselves to the cause of our country's tanks!"

"Yes, Director, even if it costs me my life, I must complete the design and manufacture of our own tanks!"

Yu Dawei nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at everyone: "Thank you all."

After a few polite greetings.

The meeting then turned to specific technical discussions: how to digest and absorb the design concepts of American and Soviet tanks, how to use the existing industrial base to try to imitate key components, and how to cultivate professional tank design and manufacturing talents.

Every topic seems difficult to complete, or even impossible to complete.
But giving up does not exist in the dictionary of Chinese military workers..
The spirit of never giving up inspires thousands, hundreds of thousands of people to move forward courageously.

The tone has been set, and the rest needs to be completed naturally!
When the plan was drawn up and handed over to the Military Commission, Chang Ruiyuan just glanced at it and immediately signed his name on it.

Zhang Wenbai was stunned for a moment, then he whispered: "Commissioner, there is at least a difference of 48 million national currency."

"Let our God of Wealth find a solution..." Chang Ruiyuan acted like a hands-off boss.

This made Zhang Wenbai, who was used to Chang Ruiyuan's micro-management of the overall situation, quite uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, he immediately tapped his heels and said, "Yes, Mr. Chairman, I will do it immediately!"

Myanmar direction.

Port of Yangon.

Temporary dock.

Since the Japanese army was driven out of Yangon, the main channel of the port and some berths were initially cleaned and repaired by the engineering troops of the Joint Command at an astonishing speed. This place has become the busiest lifeline of the entire China-Burma-India war zone.

No one could have imagined that a port with an annual throughput of two million, after being almost completely destroyed, was basically restored to service in less than three months with the full assistance of the Americans.

Merchant ships and various transport ships flying the American flag.

Under the escort of the offshore fleet.

Cutting through the waves, it was loaded with aid supplies from the United States.

They arrived in Myanmar in a steady stream.

As for the pier.

The mountains of supplies were almost about to burst the temporary warehouse!
Crates of M1 Garand rifles, Thompson submachine guns, and Browning machine guns with "US ARMY" printed on them.

It was lifted by a huge crane and placed securely on a waiting truck.

Next to them were piles of military rations - cans of various colors with a big "C" printed on them, bags of flour emitting an enticing aroma, and neatly stacked compressed biscuits and military chocolates.

The expeditionary soldiers, dressed in brand new American military uniforms, under the leadership of their respective officers, worked hard with engineers and logistics personnel from China and the United States to carry out the unloading and transportation work.

Although their faces were tired, their eyes were shining with excitement and pride.

Who the hell has ever seen such mountains of supplies?

Even if they were selected into the expeditionary force's combat sequence, their daily staple food was only 600 grams of brown rice.

In places like the Fifth War Zone and the First War Zone, where grandmas and uncles don't love them, able-bodied men are only given 180 grams of brown rice a day, and even sawdust is mixed in it.

With the arrival of these things, all soldiers of the expeditionary force will be able to truly have "standard meals" for at least the next three months.

these materials.

It's not just cold steel and food.

It is also the hope for victory and the cornerstone of national strength!

On the Burma Road.

This "Anti-Japanese War Blood Transfusion Line" that winds through the mountains is now busier than ever before.

GMC "ten-wheel trucks" and Dodge medium-sized trucks, loaded with weapons and ammunition, food, clothing, medicines and gasoline, made a deafening roar, like a giant steel dragon, transporting them to the Burmese front line and the hinterland of the country day and night.

On both sides of the road, Chinese laborers (able-bodied men) and engineers can be seen everywhere carrying out emergency repairs and road widening projects.

The sounds of their horns, hammering, and machines blended with the roar of truck engines.

It constitutes a magnificent war symphony.

There were also countless young men wearing homespun military uniforms, with childish faces but firm eyes.

Under the expectations of their fellow countrymen, they gathered into small streams.

From various provinces of China, traveling across mountains and rivers.

Gather towards Yunnan on foot or by simple means of transportation.

The entire Yunnan-Burma region, and even the rear areas, benefited from this continuous flow of assistance and active preparations for war.

It presents an unprecedented, tense and hopeful "prosperous" scene.

above the sky.

Inside a low-flying passenger plane.

Chu Yunfei and Stilwell looked at each other with satisfaction, and then closed their eyes.

This journey will take at least some time.

In a secret jungle stronghold in eastern Myanmar, near the Siamese border, Aung San, the commander-in-chief of the Burmese Independence Army, was facing shocking casualty reports and the cries of defeated soldiers who had fled from all over the place. His face was livid and he said nothing.

Since the main force of the Chinese Expeditionary Force launched a massive counterattack, especially after the appearance of the "reconnaissance brigade" that was active in the jungle like a ghost, the Burmese Independence Army under his command has suffered heavy losses one after another.

Not long ago.

An elite force he sent to the Siamese border to harass the expeditionary force's logistics line was almost wiped out after being ambushed by the Second Reconnaissance Squadron led by Wei Dayong.

The soldiers who managed to escape used extremely exaggerated words when describing the small Chinese force, especially when they met Aung San.

Their eyes were still filled with fear that penetrated deep into their bones.

The soldiers under Zhou Weiguo's command are equipped with advanced equipment, fierce firepower, and extremely high combat skills.

Once they attacked, they were ruthless and basically gave them no chance to fight back.

Aung San had to admit that they were no match for these people.

"Commander-in-chief!" A senior commander of the Burmese Independence Army, who was also Aung San's confidant, said anxiously, "We have fought dozens of battles with the Chinese Expeditionary Force in recent days, and we have hardly won a single one!

All units suffered heavy losses and morale was low.

The replenishment of weapons and ammunition promised by the Japanese was slow in arriving.

If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid our Burmese Independence Army will be completely wiped out!"

Another commander echoed, “Yes, Commander-in-Chief!
The Japanese used us as cannon fodder, forcing us to gnaw on the hardest bones and harass the most powerful Chinese elite troops.

Once we are frustrated, they often stand idly by and even try to snatch our "trophies"!
Such an 'ally' is simply unreliable!"

Aung San slammed his fist on the bamboo table, making a dull sound.

"Enough!" he growled, his eyes full of bloodshot and struggle: "Are you asking us to give up, surrender to the Chinese, and return to British rule?!"

He knew very well that the Japanese had sinister intentions, and he was heartbroken by the huge sacrifices made by his soldiers.

But the word "independence" was his lifelong pursuit and the only goal for him to lead this army to fight.

To this end, he even resorted to scheming against the tiger and drinking poison to quench his thirst.

He knew very well what kind of people the Japanese were. If most of them had not been defeated and driven out by the Expeditionary Force,

Under the leadership of Aung San, the Burmese Independence Army is likely to be transformed into a force to fight against the Japanese army.

There were actually quite a lot of people like this who tried every means to fight for independence for their country and nation during the war.

far away.

Just after Aung San smashed the bamboo table.

A guard hurried in and handed a small cloth bag stained with blood to Aung San.

"Commander-in-Chief, this was found on the body of Captain Bart who died a few days ago. There seems to be a letter inside, and we dare not open it privately."

Aung San took the cloth bag in confusion and opened it. In addition to some of Bat's personal belongings, there was also a letter carefully wrapped in oil paper.

There was no signature on the envelope, only the words "Personally addressed to General Aung San" written in Burmese.

He opened the envelope and found a letter written in Chinese inside.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with a Burmese translation next to it that is not accurate but understandable.

The beginning of the letter shocked him: "To General Aung San Suu Kyi: Respectfully addressed: Zhou Weiguo, Chinese Expeditionary Force."

Zhou Weiguo!
Aung San frowned and thought for a long time before he remembered that he had heard his story when he was training in Siam.

The legendary commander who had attacked the airport several times on the Shanxi battlefield and successfully escaped unscathed.

One of Chu Yunfei's brave generals, a true professional soldier.

Aung San suppressed the turmoil in his heart and continued reading.

in the letter.

Zhou Weiguo did not intimidate or persuade the Burmese to surrender in the tone of a victor. Instead, in a tone of equal dialogue, he first affirmed the legitimacy of the Burmese people's pursuit of national independence and liberation. Then he changed his tone and denounced the hypocrisy and brutality of the Japanese militarist "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere" and listed the heinous crimes it committed in China and Southeast Asia.

".General, you should know that if you try to get the skin of a tiger, you will end up being eaten by it.

The Japanese invaders' promises today are nothing but illusions.

The day they use your army to achieve their strategic goals, your army and the people of Myanmar will fall into even deeper suffering.

The lessons learned from the past are that North Korea, Taiwan, and the puppet state of Manchukuo were all like this."

“.The Chinese Expeditionary Force entered Burma to expel the common invader, the Japanese fascists.

Our army has no old grudges against the Myanmar people, and has no intention of interfering in Myanmar's internal affairs.

After the Japanese invaders are driven out, the future of Burma will be decided by the Burmese people themselves.

If the general can discern the general situation, repent, draw a clear line with the Japanese invaders, and work together to achieve the true liberation of Burma, he will be a great man of his generation and a blessing to the Burmese nation."

At the end of the letter, there was no specific surrender conditions mentioned, but only a meaningful sentence: "It is not too late to turn back after straying from the right path. I hope you will think twice about what to do next."

Aung San held the letter in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

This letter from Zhou Weiguo was like a sharp blade, cutting open all the contradictions and struggles deep in his heart.

He knew that every word in the letter was true.

The Japanese's "co-prosperity" is nothing more than a synonym for slavery. The Burmese Independence Army continues to act as a pawn of the Japanese, and its ultimate fate is to be cannon fodder.

"Commander-in-Chief." The trusted commanders beside him looked at his changing expression and spoke cautiously, "This letter..."

A younger officer bravely said: "Commander-in-Chief, I think that although Zhou Weiguo's letter is a psychological attack, it is not completely unreasonable.

Today, the Chinese expeditionary force is powerful, and its commander Chu Yunfei is an expert in commanding troops. If we continue to be stubborn and refuse to change our ways, I'm afraid we will all perish together.

The letter said, "The future of Myanmar should be decided by the Myanmar people themselves." If we can use this as an opportunity to contact the expeditionary force, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope?"

Another experienced and prudent commander also advised: "Yes, Commander-in-Chief! As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood! Our brothers in the Burmese Independence Army cannot sacrifice in vain like this again!

It is said that Chu Yunfei made great achievements in governing Shanxi and never harmed the people.

If we can reach some kind of tacit understanding with him, at least we can preserve the strength of our army and strive for a better future for Myanmar!"

The subordinates' persuasion was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Aung San held the letter tightly and closed his eyes. Countless sacrificed comrades flashed through his mind, as did the eyes of his fellow countrymen longing for independence, and the arrogant faces of the Japanese officers who were commanding them to do things their way.

a long time.

Aung San suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse but extremely firm: "Send the most reliable person to secretly contact the Chinese Expeditionary Force." (End of this chapter)