my bright sword career

As the second largest city in Myanmar, Yangon had a permanent population of 40 as early as the 50s.

However, 55% here are Indian or South Asian, and only a third are Burmese.Karen, Huaxia, Anglo-Burmese and others make up the rest.

This also caused the customs here to look extremely chaotic, like a hodgepodge.

Take the popular morning tea here as an example, there are Burmese-style milk tea, English-style black tea, and Indian-style curry milk tea.

But now, Mr. Stilwell, the chief of staff of our Huaxia theater, was frowning while drinking a cup of curry milk tea. He looked at the people who walked by from time to time either wearing big headscarves or carrying burdens, frowning.

"I really don't understand how the Indians drink such unpalatable tea? It's really terrible." Stilwell, who couldn't stand it anymore, put the milk tea on the table, frowned and asked Doolittle beside him in puzzlement.

Doolittle slowly tasted the Burmese milk tea in his hand and said with a smile: "The cup in my hand is not bad. Not only is the tea fragrant, but also has a faint milky fragrance. Joseph, you can try it."

"Okay, maybe I made the wrong choice." Stilwell threw the milk tea aside helplessly, and waved to the owner of the breakfast shop not far away.

The boss, wearing slippers and holding a big turban, trotted over and asked in curry-scented English, "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Give me a cup of black tea instead."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After the boss left, Doolittle asked: "Joseph, what's the benefit of your stalemate with the Chinese Expeditionary Force like this? Now General Luo has withdrawn all the troops that were originally cut off for the British Eighteenth Army. If this matter affects the plan to open the Burma Road, Washington will not sit idly by."

"You don't understand Jimmy." Stilwell snorted softly, "The military power of the Chinese Expeditionary Army must be in our hands. Only in this way can we defeat those Japanese monkeys faster."

"No... Your idea like this won't work, those Chinese people will not agree to this condition." Doolittle shook his head like a rattle, "Based on my experience in China these days, those Chinese generals generally have one characteristic, that is, they attach great importance to military power, and they will not give up these rights."

"Then it will be exhausted." Stilwell sneered.

"The 200th Division of Huaxia is still surrounded in Tonggu. Without our military aid, they would have no strength to launch a counterattack. They can only watch the 200th Division being eaten by the Japanese.

If the commander Luo Zhuoying wants his troops to be eaten by the Japanese, then he will be in a stalemate with us. "

"Joseph, you are playing with fire!" Seeing Stilwell's stubbornness, Doolittle had to remind him: "Don't forget, that Generalissimo Chiang who is far away in Chongqing will not just watch you do this."

"I am the general of the United States of America." Stilwell raised his head proudly. "Only the US government can order me. No one else has the right to issue orders to me."

Seeing Stilwell's look of being convinced of the other party, Doolittle shook his head helplessly: "Well, it seems that I can't convince you anymore, but from the standpoint of a friend, I have to remind you that if this matter is not handled properly, there will be big problems."

"Even if there is a problem, it is their problem." Stilwell still insisted on his point of view.

Just as the two were exchanging views on this matter, a jeep approaching quickly stopped next to them with a creaking sound, and an American second lieutenant jumped out of the car and saluted the two of them, "General Stilwell, this is the telegram that General Luo Zhuoying and General Du Yuming have just jointly sent to the troops. The situation is urgent, so I sent it to you."

"telegraph?"

Stilwell took it with some doubts, and then his expression changed, and he stood up abruptly, "Jimmy, let's go!"

"Where are you going?" Doolittle asked puzzled.

"Commander!" Stilwell's voice seemed to come from a cold storage.

half an hour later

"General Luo, General Du, can you tell me why you didn't inform me of such a major counterattack? Do you still recognize me as the chief of staff of the Huaxia Theater?"

This was the first sentence that Stilwell yelled at Luo Zhuoying and Du Yuming after he rushed into the expeditionary army headquarters in a rage.

Looking at Stilwell who was blushing with excitement, Luo Zhuoying didn't say much, but said lightly: "General Stilwell, you also said that you are the chief of staff and I am the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force. I don't need to report to you when I am making military deployments, right?"

"Okay... very good..." Stilwell's face was no longer flushed, but turned livid, and he glanced at the generals sitting in the conference room.

It can be said that almost all the generals of the expeditionary army have arrived, but no one has notified him, which shows that all fools understand.

He laughed angrily: "If I understand correctly, China no longer needs military assistance from the United States, is that so?"

Gao Hongming stood up slowly: "General Stilwell, we are allies. Huaxia is an ally of the United States, not a slave. You have no right to judge us in a superior manner.

China really needs military assistance from the United States, but please don't forget that the United States also needs China's help.

If there were not millions of Japanese elites holding back the Japanese in the Asian battlefield, once the Japanese put these troops into the Pacific battlefield or the Soviet battlefield, and flanked the Soviet Union with the Germans, once the Soviet Union was defeated, I am afraid that the United States would have to prepare for fighting on the mainland, right? "

Stilwell was trembling with anger, his teeth were about to gnaw into pieces: "Very well, I hope you can maintain this attitude, and leave!"

After all, he left without looking back.

Looking at Stilwell who disappeared at the door, Luo Zhuoying said worriedly: "Brother Gao, are we a bit too far, if Stilwell goes back to complain to the White House, we will be very passive."

"do not be afraid."

Gao Hongming snorted softly: "Although this guy has no brains, Roosevelt is not confused, I think he will make a rational judgment.

Mr. Luo, let's send today's matter to the Chairman so that he can prepare.I reckon that Roosevelt will definitely put pressure on Chongqing in just these two days. "

Liao Yaoxiang, the commander of the newly created 22nd Division, slapped the table: "What are you afraid of, before the Americans gave us military aid, we didn't come here like this.

It's only a few days now, would we not fight without the aid of the Americans?At worst, let's withdraw to the country, and I will lead the team to fight guerrillas with the devils.

All in all, it's just one word... Do it! "