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

There are two border crossings in the Kokang-controlled area, namely Qingshuihe and Yanglongzhai. It is because of the existence of these two border crossings that Peng Jiasheng has been able to stand firm.

Huban, a small town in the eastern part of Gunlong County, is about 15 kilometers away from Qingshui Town. It is the front line of the confrontation between the puppet Burmese army and Peng Jiasheng.

At the front lines, the conflict isn't intense, but there are frequent exchanges of fire, so...

There aren't many Burmese troops.

This is not contradictory; after all, everyone is afraid of death!

Like a beacon tower, its main function is to warn, not to defend.

Peng Jiasheng's 3000-strong army did not all rush out of Qingshuihe at once. The vanguard consisted of only 300 men, whose role was to charge and fight fiercely, penetrating as deep as possible before the Burmese army could react.

For this purpose, all 300 men were equipped with Type 56 assault rifles, and a total of 10 vehicles were responsible for transporting logistical supplies and weapons. However, the most eye-catching part of the team was the 15 dummy vehicles made by welding steel plates onto tractors.

First, there were 10 self-propelled artillery pieces equipped with Type 56 75mm recoilless rifles, used to pinpoint and eliminate machine gun bunkers and fortified defenses.

Then there are two missile vehicles, equipped with six-cell 107mm missile launchers, for long-range concentrated fire delivery.

Finally, there were three dummy support vehicles with four-barreled anti-aircraft machine guns laid flat, used for close-range fire support.

Such firepower is considered fully mechanized in Myanmar, and can be described as quite luxurious!
15 kilometers, setting off early in the morning, divided into two teams, the vanguard of 100 men with a dummy support vehicle and 3 self-propelled artillery pieces, arrived at Huban in just 1 hour.

Without any warning, as soon as the view was brought up on the winding road, the guns were fired directly at the concrete sentry posts on both sides of the road.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Self-propelled artillery has relatively low firepower, but its rate of fire is fast enough and it is simple and convenient to deploy, making it the best support artillery for infantry!

The artillery roared, and the two sentry posts were blown to pieces, turning into ruins after just a few shots. Peng Jiasheng's soldiers jumped off both sides of the road and rushed towards Huban Town. The fake support vehicle on the road followed 50 meters behind.

As soon as the cannon fired, the Burmese soldiers who were eating breakfast were so frightened that they dropped their bowls and rushed toward the armory.

They were all veterans, and they knew Peng Jiasheng's side all too well. Normally, they wouldn't waste a single shell even if ten or eight people died or were injured. Now, they were bombarding them with artillery right away. What the hell were they trying to do?
Although conflicts often occur here, it is still a border trade town where money can be made, so there are more than 2000 households and more than 7000 people. As soon as they heard the sound of artillery fire, they all rushed into the cellars.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

Gunshots soon rang out in the town, and some people who were used to conflict quickly sensed something was wrong when they heard the gunshots.

This time, Peng Jiasheng's men didn't rush in and fire wildly as usual. The gunfire was heard over a small area, and although it wasn't frequent, it was very rhythmic!

These semi-professionals all live in a few brick and concrete houses. They are either merchants or local bigwigs. No matter who occupies this place, no one will make a move against them, so they are not afraid. Therefore, they secretly peek out the window.

Everyone was wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, carrying Type 56 assault rifles, with grenades hanging from their waists. They moved in groups of five, keeping watch for each other's blind spots, and crouching low as they moved in, close to the buildings.

The equipment can be summed up in two words: luxurious!
In short, their state of mind can be summed up in two words: professional!

Is this one of Peng Jiasheng's men?
impossible!
If it weren't for skin color, everyone would have thought the British had come back to fight.

In order to send men to the front lines and to achieve greater results, Peng Jiasheng really went all out this time.

Wang Yaotang arranged for Hai Dazhao and his group of professionals who had received urban CQB training in Italy to conduct a two-and-a-half-week special training for Peng Jiasheng's vanguard. This changed the previous chaotic and haphazard approach, giving them a strong sense of tactical purpose and discipline, and the results were remarkable!

What these infantrymen need to do is occupy the streets, scout out the defensive firing positions set up by the Burmese army, and then call for support.

"Calling for a fake vehicle, middle section of Chika Street, Myanmar army firing point!" the squad leader reported loudly over the walkie-talkie.

"Cannon vehicle number 2 received," the gunner on the nearest self-propelled gun replied.

"Da da"

"Da da"

The rhythmic bursts of fire suppressed the Burmese soldiers inside a building, preventing them from escaping. The Burmese soldiers inside the building were not in a hurry, occasionally sticking their guns out to fire a few shots. Their orders were to block the streets and prevent anyone from rushing in.

A few minutes later, the rattling sound came from above; even the gunshots couldn't drown out the enormous noise of the diesel engine.

The Burmese soldiers inside the building listened carefully. The sound was familiar, but they were in the middle of a firefight. Whose tractor was so brave to come out?
He quickly peered in the direction of the sound and saw the dark muzzle of a cannon pointing directly at him. He let out a scream and fell backward, his eyes filled with terror.

But before he could even get up and run away, "Boom!"

A large hole was blasted in the wall of the thatched hut, and the rising smoke obscured the entire house.

The distance was only a few dozen meters, and the artillery did not require high accuracy. The 75mm artillery, which was already loaded, hit the target with one shot!
"on!"

The squad leader shouted, and the five-man squad crouched low and rushed forward. When they got within seven or eight meters, they threw a grenade in, and there was another explosion.

This shows that they weren't British lobster soldiers; otherwise, they would have bombarded the entire house with several cannon shots before the infantry went up.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

"boom!"

"boom!"

For artillery that can be fired from a distance, use self-propelled artillery; for those that are too close, use dummy support vehicles. As the saying goes, "lay anti-aircraft guns flat, and you'll be court-martialed." Ordinary concrete buildings are no different from paper when fired from a 14.5mm caliber gun, let alone thatched huts or wooden buildings.

Lay it flat and sweep it across; it will smash everything into pieces!
In this way, the infantry occupied the position, the firepower reconnaissance, and the artillery and anti-aircraft fire pushed forward in an endless alternation, sweeping away everything in their path. As a result, before they even reached the Burmese army's Huban stronghold, the remaining remnants had already turned around and fled.

They didn't even have time to destroy the military camp, perhaps because they wanted to be able to occupy it later.

After a brief rest at the military camp, the main force followed an hour later, arriving in the town with trucks carrying supplies.

After replenishing ammunition and fuel, the vanguard army set off again, heading straight for Gunlong!

Kunlong, a major town in northeastern Shan State!

There are two rivers in the town: the Salween River and its tributary, the Kunlong River. The Salween River can be more than 700 meters wide during the high-water season and 450 meters wide during the dry season. Given Myanmar's current national strength, it is impossible to build a bridge across the river. There are ferry crossings on both sides, and vehicles travel entirely by ferry.

As long as the garrison at Gunlong firmly holds the ferry crossing and the Gunlong Bridge, it will be almost impossible for Peng Jiasheng's army to break through!
An hour later, the vanguard arrived at Gunlong. Gunlong was large enough that this time they did not split up their forces; 300 men and 15 dummy vehicles went up together.

Compared to Huban, Gunlong has wider roads but more buildings, especially concrete buildings, making it more difficult to attack. However, there was a plan in place to avoid densely populated residential areas and markets. Two support vehicles and two self-propelled guns were equipped with people to guard the flanks. Then, Mary drove at full speed along the main road and headed straight for the ferry.

Gunnong had already received news of Peng Jiasheng's troop deployment and knew that fake troops had been prepared. He immediately occupied some buildings on the street to block it off and prepared counter-fake weapons.

The tractor had barely traveled a hundred meters down the street when guns suddenly shot out from two buildings about six or seven meters apart.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The vanguard on the tractor was prepared. The driver floored the accelerator and did not slow down at all. The soldiers standing on both sides, relying on their bulletproof vests and a layer of bulletproof steel plates, opened fire almost simultaneously.

"Da da"

"Da da"

The tractor sputtered past, and the firefight lasted only a few seconds, but that was enough for the anti-aircraft machine gun on the other dummy vehicle behind to turn around and fire. "Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The 14.5mm bullets easily tore through the wall, turning the Burmese soldiers hiding behind it into pieces.

A man peered out of a two-story building on the street, and the people on the tractor immediately opened fire without hesitation.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

Two guns were aimed at the window and the triggers were pulled all the way down. A man's head was blown off the moment his hand came out, and the burning glass bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a 'crack' and shattered, bursting into a ball of yellow flame.

It's a Molotov cocktail!

There wasn't enough space inside the building, and the Myanmar military obviously didn't have an indoor version of the RPG. Moreover, the minimum firing distance of the RPG is 40 meters, so the decoy weapon was either a Molotov cocktail or a grenade.

After destroying two strongholds, Peng Jiajun didn't even wait for the Burmese army to be exposed. Whenever there was a building with a second floor, he would fire a dozen or so anti-aircraft machine guns from dozens of meters away to test the waters.

They've all started fighting, what kind of good person would be lying near a second-floor window at a time like this?!
If someone dies like that, they deserve it; it's all nature's choice.

Having anticipated the attack, the subsequent assault was much easier. The infantrymen on the vehicle simply followed suit and opened fire on the first-floor gate. That's how it is in a war zone: you kill the wrong person, but you don't let anyone go!
Rushing along recklessly, perhaps seeing the fate of other strongholds, the Burmese soldiers on the second floor of one stronghold quickly moved aside, letting the dummy vehicle rush past without moving, until a self-propelled artillery piece following at the rear suddenly opened a window and smashed a Molotov cocktail on it.

The people in the trailing vehicle were only slightly distracted, and it was too late for them to fire. The glass bottle smashed inside the tractor with a 'bang,' and the four people, including the driver, were instantly engulfed in flames, causing them to jump out with a 'yelp.'

The out-of-control self-propelled artillery crashed into a nearby house with a loud bang. The spilled gasoline quickly ignited the shell, and the high temperature set off the primer. "Boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The secondary explosion sent the self-propelled artillery flying into the air.

The vehicle in front glanced at the exploding self-propelled artillery behind them and then continued rushing toward the ferry crossing without stopping. Their mission was to occupy the crossing and intercept any connecting boats.

After all, how can you cross the river without a boat?

They continued without stopping. The tractor was not fast, but the road leading directly to the ferry was less than 2 kilometers long. When they were about 300 meters away from the Gunlong ferry, they could already see it. The last self-propelled artillery in the convoy aimed at the houses at the ferry and opened fire.

"boom!"

Loading the ammunition, a few seconds later, "Boom!" another shot was fired.

There are still quite a few Burmese troops in Gunlong East City, so they certainly won't just give up the ferry crossing like that; they must have left people to guard it.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it.

Boom! Boom!
Wang Yaotang has airlifted a large number of artillery shells this time. As long as Lashio is captured, everything will be worthwhile!
The two dummy vehicles drove another hundred meters or so, and sure enough, there was still a ferry docked at the ferry crossing. Without saying a word, they leveled the anti-aircraft machine guns and began sweeping across the buildings near the ferry crossing from both sides.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

Whether it was vehicles or buildings, anything within a hundred meters of the ferry crossing was within range of the attack. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust quickly filled the entire ferry crossing. There were no screams, or if there were, they were inaudible. Anyone still there at this point could only be treated as a member of the Burmese army; there was no time to identify them one by one.

With a 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun and artillery, you're doomed without underground cover!
While the firepower was being deployed, the squad leader immediately used the walkie-talkie to contact the rear to send someone who knew how to sail a boat up as soon as possible!
Peng Jiasheng has been based here for many years and must have some boats under his control, but they are all small boats. They can transport some people without any problem, but the shuttle boats are firmly controlled by the Burmese army.

After completing the thorough clearing of the ferry crossing, three dummy trucks rushed forward and deployed along both sides of the crossing, firing across the Salween River towards the opposite bank. Meanwhile, a 75mm recoilless rifle on another tractor kept firing, taking a couple of shots at any sturdy structure that looked like a fortress.

The goal was to prevent the Burmese army from having the opportunity to blow up the shuttle boats. Only the lower 200 kilometers of the Salween River are navigable, and these shuttle boats are all locally built dilapidated vessels. Once they break down, supplies will not be able to cross the river for a short period of time, let alone fight their way across.

The four dummy vehicles had limited ammunition capacity, and even if they tried to conserve it as much as possible, they couldn't hold out for long. Fortunately, the backup arrived quickly, since it was only two kilometers away.

The three self-propelled artillery pieces that arrived immediately began shelling the opposite bank.

No intact buildings are allowed within 200 meters of the ferry crossing!
It doesn't make sense, just blow it up, just blow it up!
At the same time, more than 50 people who came up rushed to the ferry under the cover of artillery fire. Seven or eight people went straight to the shuttle boat, wanting to start it as soon as possible and head upstream to get away from the fire zone.

The remaining men took their equipment and boarded small boats on the shore, heading straight for the other side. They were ordered to build firing positions near the ferry crossing on the other side to further curb the Burmese army's ability to retaliate.

There's no need to worry about having too few people to hold the line; the 75mm recoilless gun has enough range!
……

At the Burmese army headquarters, the lieutenant colonel in charge frowned as he listened to the occasional artillery fire coming from the eastern part of the city.

Has Peng Jiasheng gone mad? Is he no longer going to live a normal life?
How many shells did he have to bombard him like that?
I have indeed heard from Yangon that Peng and Luo have contacted new arms dealers and purchased a large amount of weapons, but Luo Xinghan didn't bring out that many cannons during the Battle of Kengtung!
Just then, the sound of artillery fire suddenly intensified, and the colonel abruptly stood up, staring in astonishment at the east.

What the hell is going on?

Is Peng Jiasheng finished?

This, this, this...

I quickly walked out of the room and listened more closely; it was indeed cannons!

The lieutenant colonel's expression kept changing; he was thinking that maybe he should just run away...

We only have 1200 men in total. 200 have already been lost in the front, and another 300 have been lost on the other side of the river. What can we do with the remaining 700?

The attack was so sudden that there was no opportunity to dig underground fortifications.

It's not that we weren't wary of Peng Jiasheng, but without external assistance, Peng Jiasheng couldn't cross the Salween River, a natural barrier. If we had external assistance, fortifications wouldn't have mattered.

The Burmese Army in Shan State is already a second-line force, and those thrown into Kunlong to directly confront the traitor Peng Jiasheng are even more of a second-line force.

As for the direct descendants...

Naturally, they were stationed near Yangon, where there were no threats. The elite troops should be treated like elite troops, just like the Imperial Guard.

"It's bad, sir! The ferry crossing has been captured by the rebels!"

"Damn it, you're trash!" The lieutenant colonel's face was grim, and it was unclear whether he was cursing his subordinates or someone else.

The adjutant came over and asked anxiously, "What should we do? The east side can't hold out. There are definitely no fewer than 10 cannons. Our strongholds and fortresses in the city can't withstand more than a few shots. Once they cross the river, we definitely won't be able to stop them."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" the lieutenant colonel asked coldly.

"Retreat, and then..." the adjutant whispered, "...blow up the bridge!"

"Are you crazy!" The lieutenant colonel's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"If they don't blow up the bridge, they can fight their way all the way to Lashio!"

"But if the bridge is blown up, we'll be in court before Peng Jiasheng even gets to Lashio!" the lieutenant colonel said irritably. "What are we going to do without the bridge exit? Are we going to have to fight back later?!"

The adjutant took a step back and said nothing, yet he said everything.

The lieutenant colonel cursed and swore for a while, then stomped his foot and said, "Go prepare a vehicle, fill it with explosives, and send it to the bridge. Tell Peng Jiasheng that if he dares to attack, fucking blow up the bridge!"

After saying that, the lieutenant colonel blinked.

"Yes!" The adjutant understood immediately and quickly went out.

On the other side, more than 40 people quickly crossed the Salween River and landed at the crossing point. They then dispersed to clear the buildings that had just been ravaged by artillery fire and occupied advantageous terrain to build simple positions.

Their combat effectiveness is not important, but their ability to guide artillery aiming is!

With the ferry crossing captured, the Burmese troops left on the east bank panicked. What was the point of fighting if they couldn't cross the river? They were second-in-command, with no loyalty whatsoever; survival was the most important thing!
Within just one hour, a ceasefire was declared on the east bank, over 100 Burmese soldiers surrendered, and the rest were locals who simply took off their clothes and threw away their guns, becoming law-abiding citizens. (End of Chapter)