Hearing the hello, the young man named Chen Tang strode over.

I saw that he was a little thinner than 1.7 meters tall, but his energy was very energetic. His deep eyes were cold and his hideous scars were even more fierce.

"Boy, how many years have you been in the army? How many Japanese have you killed?"

Monk Zhou looked up and down and nodded with satisfaction. He was also a veteran in the army. He could feel that Chen Tang's temperament was definitely not something that the raw melon seeds that had never seen before.

"It's been 8 years. When we were in Nanjing, our tank crew killed 33 people and killed a Japanese bean chariot. Unfortunately...that group of infantry..."

Chen Tang seemed to be in deep thought as he spoke. In the last battle, the convoy was forced to follow the large army to withdraw from the Zhonghua Gate, but encountered the Japanese army on a street.

Although he and his comrades drove the British Viks tank to fight to the death, the number of enemies was superior, and the accompanying infantry company did not know how to coordinate the infantry and tanks at all, resulting in the tank flanks being completely exposed to enemy firepower, and they were eventually ignited by the Japanese incendiary bombs. The two comrades were instantly buried in the fire and were also burned on a large scale.

After healed his injuries, Chen Tang moved to the rear, and his uncle Feng San happened to work in Zhao Gongming's transportation regiment, so he simply took him by his side as a military driver.

The body and mind were hit by a double blow. Chen Tang suffered from severe post-war stress syndrome. He could never forget the unforgettable pain. The scene 6 years ago was like a lingering nightmare, and it appeared repeatedly in his mind like a slide.

I thought I would spend my whole life in pain and suffering, but in this Mangshi Battle, he saw the style of the 200th Division slaughtering the Japanese army. It was like catching the light of death in the dark night, allowing the long-sinking heart to break out again.

Once upon a time, I was galloping on the battlefield like them and fighting bravely. How can I live in the back like a coward?

Monk Zhou frowned, and seeing that the boy was in the memory and could not extricate himself, he immediately spoke, "Okay, let go of the past. From today on, you will be my soldier. Call me Brother Zhou."

"Brother Zhou!" Chen Tang came to his senses and responded quickly.

"Well, this is Li Dagui, the deputy platoon leader. The thin little thing is called Liang Su, and..." Zhou Monk nodded and introduced his companions one by one to him.

The slender soldier Liang Su ran over with a smile and said hello: "Hehe, just call me Xiao Suzi."

Chen Tang nodded politely, and although he didn't say much, his slowly clenched fists showed his uneasiness at this moment.

"Tangdouzi, you have to be careful when you arrive at the front line. It's not like a transportation group there. You, alas..."

Feng Sanyu preached earnestly and wanted to give me a few more words, but he swallowed it again when he was at his mouth.

"Don't worry, uncle."

Looking at Chen Tang who was extremely determined, Feng San felt relieved and let him go. This is the fate of our soldiers.

...

"You mean that Siam has sent troops?" Liao Mingyu was very surprised and asked the two people in front of him in shock.

"Well, Agui, let's talk about it."

"Yes, sir."

Agui nodded and responded, then turned his head to look at Liao Mingyu, and said with a heavy expression: "Captain Liao, my national rescue army is currently hiding in Chiang Rai, Payao and other places bordering Siam and Myanmar. Originally, the Japanese army had no choice but to do anything to us due to military strength and terrain, but... some problems have occurred recently."

"The Japanese army seemed to have reached some consensus with Siam. The King of Siam sent two troops of about 50,000 troops to encircle and suppress us. The situation was very bad..."

When the house is leaking, it rains all the time. When luck is bad, bad things will always follow one after another. This is the case with the Nanyang Self-Rescue Army.

First, the Siam dispatched tens of thousands of people to cooperate with the Japanese army to carry out a large-scale mobilization of them, and it was necessary to uproot them. With the guidance of these Siamese people who knew the terrain well, the Japanese army quickly discovered their traces.

A big battle is inevitable, but the self-rescue army, which lacks training and lacks supplies, is the opponent of the Japanese. The only thing they can do is play hide-and-seek with each other in the forest, but at this critical moment, traitors actually appeared in the team.

The big tree is most afraid of decay from the inside, but some people cannot bear the life of hiding in the woods like a stray dog. In order to survive, they resolutely betray their compatriots.

The traitor revealed the main position of the self-rescue army to the Japanese, which attracted a large number of Japanese and Siamese devils.

They set up numerous encirclements, and countless soldiers died. The main force of the self-rescue army had no choice but to escape to the deep mountains north again, trying to enter Shan State, Myanmar to continue to hide from the enemy. However, the Japanese had already set up a net of heaven and earth there, waiting for them to drill into their pockets.

Faced with the situation of blocking one's front and chasing the other, the desperate senior executives of the Self-Rescue Army had no other choice but to try to contact the Chinese Expeditionary Force for asylum, and Fang Jingyao was their last life-saving straw.

After hearing the whole story, Liao Mingyu also had a serious look on his face. It seemed that the situation was even more serious than he thought.

"How many people are there in the self-rescue army now? Which Japanese army are they facing?"

"The main force of the self-rescue army has a total of more than 4,000 left, but there are nearly 5,000 people scattered in various mountains and forests north of Siam and Kuala Lumpur to fight guerrillas."

Agui didn't dare to be careless, and he replied in a real way: "At present, the main force is trapped in the Kansala Mountain area in southern Shan State, and the 53rd Division belonging to the 15th Army is blocked in front of them."

"Haha, it's this 15th Army again. I remember correctly that the 56th Division and the 18th Division both belong to this army, right?" Liao Mingyu sneered.

"That's right, the 15th Army is mainly responsible for the defense of northern Myanmar. A total of 5 divisions, including the 18th Division and the 56th Division, have joined its combat sequence one after another." Agui continued to add.

Liao Mingyu remained silent. He thought carefully about the gains and losses. He really had to consider whether to help or not.

With those combat power that is slightly stronger than the militia, they really can't make a big wave in front of the wolves and tigers, let alone the tens of thousands of people from the two Siam devils behind them.

Moreover, these Siamese people are not good things. They had been in love with Japan before the beginning of World War II and cooperated in all fields of military and trade. Even the Siamese Navy purchased ships from Japan. After World War II, they directly joined the Axis powers and became an alliance of the Japanese.

Since the war between the United States and Japan began in 1941, the Japanese army had to make a false trip to Siam based on the necessity of fighting with the British army. Although it did not obtain the consent of the Siam side, the 25th Army commanded by Yamashita Fengfu still landed in many places in southern Siam according to the established plan. The actual controller of Siam at that time, Luan Piwen Songkan, immediately announced that he would stop resisting, agree to the Japanese army's approval, and also signed the Japan-Thailand offensive and defensive alliance treaty.

Siam has more or less Chinese blood, but these ungrateful wolves have long forgotten who their ancestors are, and instead helped the Japanese beasts to persecute their compatriots even more.

The Luan Piwen government also advocated extreme nationalism, claiming that the Thai people were driven by the Han people from their hometown in western China and should restore their old land. It even banned Malays and Chinese from running schools in their own languages ​​at home, and advocated internationally that all the "Thai people" from Northeast India to Laos, from Shan State to Guangxi Zhuang people unite to establish a powerful Thailand.
Chapter completed!