Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The 10 rounds of bombing did not take long. After the bombing, the fire ignited by the napalm bombs burned fiercely throughout the stronghold. The heat wave made Chen Yuanchao and others, who were hundreds of meters away, feel their scalps tingle.

During the counterattack, his hometown had never used napalm bombs before, and this was the first time Chen Yuanchao had ever experienced one. Several people on fire suddenly rushed out of the flames, stumbled for a moment, and fell to the ground. Their screams were distorted by the burning, and they rolled around on the ground until they were convulsing.

That's too much of a challenge to one's nerves.

"A battlefield is a battlefield," Chen Yuanchao took a deep breath. "Go! Encircle from both sides and kill any enemies who manage to escape."

At a command, Hai Dazhao and Hai Dazhi led 30 men to flank the burning camp from both sides.

Soon, sporadic gunshots rang out. Several drug traffickers who had escaped from the fire did not go far, standing blankly outside the fire, looking dazed.

How did we suddenly get attacked by air!

Without even knowing who the enemy was, the camp was engulfed in flames.

"Da da"

"Da da"

A 7.62mm intermediate round flew in from the side and pierced his body. The cavity effect tore through his muscle layers and internal organs. His body collapsed to the ground under the huge impact. In his last moments, he turned his head to look in the direction from which the bullet came and saw a group of figures wearing camouflage combat uniforms, helmets and bulletproof vests.

Years of fighting had instilled in them a sense of instinct, causing them to instinctively reach out to their surroundings, only to find nothing. After the air raid, they were so focused on escaping that they had long since lost their guns somewhere.

"Da da"

"Da da"

Several more bullets struck their heads, instantly ending their lives.

Napalm bombs are indeed a deadly weapon, but it is impossible to cover a stronghold of 300 people. Many people managed to escape, but they were all unarmed and didn't even have a knife, so they had no ability to resist.

Awakened by the gunfire, some people finally reacted and turned to run into the dense forest. Those who reacted slowly or whose eardrums were damaged by the bombs and who lost their hearing were in a worse situation. They couldn't hear anything at all and walked unsteadily. They were easily killed on the spot by the 'protector' with the buzz cut who caught up with them.

The cleaning work around the perimeter was finished in less than 20 minutes...

It wasn't that they had softened their hearts, but rather that one of the crew-cut men had become agitated, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely unable to remain silent. At first, he was muttering in a low voice, but soon he couldn't suppress his voice anymore, and it felt like insects were crawling all over his body, causing him to writhe incessantly.

"I lost it!"

"broken!"

Hai Dazhao and the others who were in charge also began to feel their minds racing. They knew there was a problem, but their minds were stiff and they couldn't quite figure it out. However, their decisiveness remained, and they immediately led their men to retreat to a distance.

The drug traffickers' camp contained two large 'stimulants,' and the fire spread outwards with the billowing shockwaves...

It took more than two hours for everyone's negative state to dissipate. Chen Yuanchao, Hai Dazhao, and the others sat together, sighing with wry smiles. It really is all about real combat; there are many things you can't imagine before they happen.

It was getting late, and there was no need to check the drug cartel's hideout anymore. They were either gone or dead. The revenge operation was a complete success. All they needed to do was go to the site to see how the weapons test went.

The blast radius of a 'gasoline can bomb'.

The kill radius of napalm bombs.

These all need to be measured on-site.

After that, we need to clear out a vacant lot to build a makeshift airport, waiting for the Y-5 transport aircraft to arrive.

Before coming here, traveling light was no problem, but now I'm carrying nearly 20 kilograms of equipment. How am I supposed to cross the rainforest with all this on my back? So I have to use a Y-5 to send the stuff back. I can't just leave it in the jungle and give it to the drug traffickers.

At this point, the advantages of the Y-5's small size, versatility, low cost, ease of maintenance, and ability to take off and land short distances on rough ground became apparent again. After being tested in actual combat, it is truly damn useful!
After everything was done, they took out a flag with "Shengyi" and "Protective Umbrella" written on it, planted it on the ground, and then the group quickly left.

……

The drug traffickers had very poor communication skills. The mountains were high and the forests were dense, so the sound of bomb explosions didn't travel very far. The news of the attack on the stronghold was only learned by the drug traffickers who had escaped and ran back.

When the leaders of several Shan State Revolutionary Army families, including the Peng, Luo, Zhao, Lin, Bao, Li, Duan, and Wei families, heard the report, they were filled with disbelief. Air raids, aerial bombs, incendiary bombs, special forces…

This is fucking utter bullshit!
Airplanes and aerial bombs are things the Myanmar government army can claim to have, but special forces soldiers in bulletproof vests are a complete fantasy.

The Myanmar government doesn't have special forces, let alone how they got near Kengtung.

Can it teleport?

If they truly had that capability, the military would have wiped out these local warlords long ago.

Believe it or not, something definitely happened at the base.

Good news: It's definitely not our old rival; our assessment was correct.

Bad news: There really are aerial bombs and incendiary bombs.

Craters don't lie.

The explosive charge of a 155mm howitzer is generally a maximum of 8 kilograms. They know the size of the shell craters, but the craters on site were several times larger.

"Can anyone fucking tell me what this 'victory' and 'protective umbrella' are all about?"

The group exchanged glances, and finally Wei Chaoren coughed lightly, "This 'Sheng Yi' is a newly emerging force in Hong Kong."

The group looked intently over; it was clear that the Wei family had clashed with the other party, and they needed an explanation.

“The Hong Kong-based 'Wo Shing Yee' gang, which started with the character 'Wo', has flourished in recent years under the leadership of a young man named Wong Yiu Tong. He previously eliminated 'Shui Fong' and replaced them as one of the Big Four.”

"As for the 'protective umbrella,' I don't know," Wei Chaoren shrugged. "This guy went on a killing spree in Pattaya for no reason, killing our people, and then his men went to retaliate..."

They all rose to power through fighting and killing. It's impossible for them to remain indifferent when their subordinates are killed. It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not, but a matter of face.

If they don't retaliate, people will immediately learn from them, and then how will they maintain their rule?

As for the conflict escalating due to mutual retaliation, it doesn't matter if the fight never ends in a complete rout.

If you can't beat them, it's because the opponent is too strong, not because you're weak. Others can learn from you if they want; you can do it if you have the skills of 'Wang Yaotang'.

Of course, that was for external purposes. Now, the retaliation by the Wei family, the deputy brigade commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Northern Bureau of the Myanmar government, has caused heavy losses to everyone, and we must give an explanation.

These warlords did not remain entirely confined to Shan State; they maintained considerable contact with the outside world, having manpower and intelligence channels in Siam, Laos, and even Hong Kong.

However, long-distance dialing (STD) was only introduced to the two central areas of Yangon and Mandalay in 1979, with only 32 international call lines. By 2002, there were only 815 international call lines, and Shan State had none at all. To make contact with the outside world, one had to first call the nearest city, Mandalay, and then be transferred out.

Therefore, information to the outside world is extremely delayed.

Three days later, a fax containing relevant information and some newspapers from Hong Kong and Siam about Wang Yaotang were delivered to Lashio.

Although Lashio is not the capital of Shan State, it is the core city in the north. After the railway from Mandalay to Lashio opened in 1903, it became the throat of land transportation between China and Myanmar. After the Burma Road was completed in 39, Lashio became a transit point for international aid to China. For the next few decades, it was under the control of the resistance forces.

After everyone gathered together and looked through the information, they all fell silent...

In just three and a half years since his debut, he went from a street thug to leading the sunset group "Sheng Yi" to become one of Hong Kong's top four companies. He even broke the tradition of using the "Wo" prefix, turning "group" into "company", and became a "super-rich" with a net worth of billions.

As for the several blatant acts of arrogance in Hong Kong, including the use of RPGs to bomb Royal Air Force helicopters, they paid little attention to them, considering them hardly even a conflict in Myanmar.

What really concerns them is the 'recruitment of a large number of crew-cut men from their hometown to establish a security company,' which is rumored to have a secret agreement with their hometown and possesses a large amount of weaponry, including what is suspected to be a 'warship'—a weapon of mass destruction!
This explains what exactly 'air raids', 'aerial bombs', and 'napalm bombs' are all about.

Among these people from Shan State, Luo, Li, and Duan came from the "Anti-CCP Military School," while Peng, Bao, Zhao, Lin, and Wei were members of the "Burmese Communist Party." Of course, talking about their backgrounds is not very meaningful. As relations between Myanmar and China gradually normalized in the early 70s, their hometowns stopped providing any support. However, they knew best just how strong the fighting power of the local militia was.

If the guy from my hometown were to marry a wealthy tycoon and receive ample financial support...

A constant stream of crew cuts, ample firepower, air support, and sophisticated equipment... I can't even imagine it!
Just a few days ago, several people inside the company were clamoring for revenge, but now they've all shut up.

beat?
how to spell?
In terms of funds, all of them combined do not have as much assets as the man surnamed Wang, not to mention that the money they have is illicit and difficult to spend. Moreover, the man surnamed Wang actually has the support of his hometown.

There's no need to discuss the quality of the soldiers. They all have several thousand armed men, but they know perfectly well what their actual level is. They're all opium addicts. In front of their hometown, it's just a matter of charging in. In the end, they'll be criticized for "not only not surrendering, but daring to fight back."

The Peng family members bowed their heads and coughed lightly. "Overseas Chinese are one family. It was just a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. We were all family members who didn't recognize each other. These are all minor matters."

“Yes, yes,” the Bao family said with a smile. “It’s okay if there’s a misunderstanding, we can talk it out.”

The Zhao family nodded. "It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. This matter can't be delayed any longer. To show our sincerity, I'll personally go and communicate with this Mr. Wang. I'm sure we'll get a satisfactory result."

Ok?
Everyone looked over. Anyone who could sit in that position was smart enough to instantly understand the Zhao family's plan. Wang Yaotang's business was expanding into Siam, establishing a presence in Pattaya and Bangkok. What a great business partner!
"One should take responsibility for one's own actions, so there's no need to trouble Brother Zhao. I'll go myself!" the Wei family member said resolutely.

"you!"

"How can I let Lao Wei go alone? I'll go with you."

“What’s your status? Can you even cross the border? I’ll go!” Luo Xinghan said with a smile.

After some debate, none of them were willing to give up, so they simply formed a team.

……

"What?" Wang Yaotang's expression was strange, as if he had heard something unbelievable. "Luo Xinghan is bringing people over?"

“Yes, Brother Yao, they said there was some misunderstanding before, and they came here specifically to communicate. We are all Chinese and should work together.” Wei Tao said with a smile, “There are quite a few people. His people said that you can choose the specific time and place to meet, and they will cooperate.”

Wang Yaotang chuckled. He didn't know what he could talk about with a group of drug dealers, but after thinking about it, he agreed. After all, these people did have some influence in the Southeast Peninsula.

They may not have the ability to accomplish anything, but they certainly have a great deal of ability to do bad things.

Five days later.

Po Toi Island, Hong Kong.

A white yacht approached Putai Island. At the bow, Wang Yaotang was chatting with a middle-aged man who was not tall, had a square face, and thin lips. There were seven or eight other people accompanying them, all listening quietly with smiles.

As the boat rounded a bend and entered the bay of Po Toi Island, Luo Xinghan, who was chatting and laughing, suddenly froze. He gripped the railing with both hands and leaned forward instinctively, his eyes fixed on the several boats moored near the pier ahead.

There really are warships!
Not to mention the four high-speed patrol boats, each about 15 meters long, there were two actual warships anchored on the sea.

Measuring 58.8 meters long and 7.2 meters wide, the two Type 66 twin 57mm naval guns and the two Type 61 twin 25mm naval guns were right there in front of him, and Luo Xinghan gasped for breath!

Not only him, but all the people who came from Shan State were dumbfounded.

However, compared to the others, Luo Xinghan knew better what these two warships really meant. He had a lot of contact with the Burmese military government, and the main force of the military government's navy at present was only a few second-hand gunboats of more than 100 tons, and only two PCE-842 minesweepers retired from the United States during World War II.

It has one 76mm single-barrel naval gun and three 40mm Bofors twin-mounted anti-aircraft guns. It has no fire control radar and relies entirely on manual aiming!
Previously, Britain did purchase a River-class minesweeper from World War II, equipped with a single-barreled 102mm naval gun, but it broke down completely last year…

"What model is this?" Luo Xinghan asked Wang Yaotang with a burning gaze.

"037... H/LJQ-351 shipborne radar, H/SJD-3 sonar, with fire control system, combat record: sinking the South Vietnamese 'Nhat Tao' escort ship in the 74 Battle of the Paracel Islands."

Luo Xinghan wiped his mouth, trying to stop himself from drooling. Damn it, if he had two warships like that, he would immediately make the military government back down and sing "Conquer"!
At that time, the capital of Myanmar was Yangon, a coastal city. Two Type 037 destroyers anchored at sea could immediately lock down the military government.

At this moment, Luo Xinghan was extremely grateful that he had come in person.

Luo Xinghan: Master Yao, I want one!

Wang Yaotang: No, you don't want to!
Wang Yaotang didn't arrange for anyone to put on a show of force at the dock; two Type 037 destroyers were enough.

As they walked ashore toward the camp, Luo Xinghan and his group would occasionally turn their heads to look at the two warships, filled with envy and jealousy!

We arrived at the campsite, but there wasn't much to see; it was quite ordinary.

Wang Yaotang smiled and led his men onto the platform. Just as Luo Xinghan and his group were wondering what kind of lawsuit this was, the sound of a rallying call suddenly rang out from the side.

"Beep beep beep—"

As soon as the bugle sounded, Luo Xinghan and the others shuddered and instinctively looked around nervously, their tension palpable.

As soon as the assembly call sounded, a lot of people with buzz cuts rushed out of the dormitories on both sides. Within two minutes, 300 people assembled in three neat square formations, organized by company.

The PLA's bugle calls are divided into three categories: daily routine, operational, and ceremonial, containing 107 specific calls. These calls cover seven major categories, including service, liaison, and combat orders. The combat order calls contain 26 tactical instructions, but there is no retreat call.

Wang Yaotang gave Chen Yuanchao a wink, and immediately a trumpeter began to play.

Standing upright on the platform, the three square formations below transformed into six rows.

"Forward march!"

"One two one, one two one -"

The queue reached the front of the platform.

"Forward march!"

"One two one, one two one -"

Wang Yaotang: "Are my soldiers quite valiant?"

Luo Xinghan: "Truly a man of fierce courage!"

Wang Yaotang: "Hahahaha!"

A small military exercise doesn't need to showcase weapons like 40mm rocket launchers or recoilless rifles; the warships outside already demonstrate firepower. The most important thing is the people!
After watching the military exercise, Wang Yaotang led his group to the conference room to demonstrate their strength. It was time to find out what these people were really up to.

Luo Xinghan did not mention the Pattaya incident, nor did he mention the bombing of the stronghold.

Instead, he talked to Wang Yaotang about the plight of Chinese people in Myanmar.

That's the J government. Although they claim equality among all groups, they actually implement the 'Greater Burmese' plan.

In 64, the government seized control of Chinese businesses, mining, and trade, and simultaneously banned Chinese language education, closed Chinese schools, restricted Chinese media, and forcibly promoted Burmese language education and "Burmese" identity. Chinese people were also subject to strict restrictions in areas such as political participation and social welfare.

The key issue is that even if it were truly state-owned... in reality, it ended up in the hands of relatives of high-ranking military officials.

Moreover, the political situation is extremely unstable, with several administrations changing hands in the past 30 years, and each administration has taken advantage of the situation to further exploit the people...

What Luo Xinghan and his group said is indeed true. They knew that even 40 years later, the policies of the Burmese military government had not changed. The contradictions in culture, education, and religion alone were irreconcilable.

From this perspective, Shan State's resistance to the military government is actually quite reasonable and well-founded. After all, it's ridiculous to deny the existence of ancestors with 5000 years of culture and to try to de-barbarize them.

The Yang, Luo, Peng and other families fled to Burma with the young emperor because they did not want to surrender to the "wild boar skin".

"We won't discuss right or wrong. I want to say something to Mr. Wang: we may not be good people, but we are all Chinese. We should not change our names or surnames. No matter how good or bad we are, we should not forget our roots. For the sake of being Chinese, we would like to purchase weapons from Mr. Wang," Luo Xinghan said in a deep voice.

Wang Yaotang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll give the ancestor some face!"

Luo Xinghan and the others immediately broke into smiles.

"That warship..." (End of Chapter)