"Oh, yes, I should go..." Liao Mingyu was speechless for a moment, and he started laughing in embarrassment. In the end, he was the one who was not doing his job properly.

The brothers on the front line have just gone through several bloody battles, and it is the Chinese New Year. It is the duty of the commander to come out in person to boost their morale, express condolences and care for them.

Logically speaking, you should do these things yourself, but I have been busy with logistics and supplies during this period, and I completely forgot about it.

"Ahem... By the way Junzuo, there are two things I haven't had time to report to you yet."

How could Meng Fan, a smart and tactful person, not see the other party's embarrassment, so he quickly changed the topic and also wrote an article about his own story:

"Construction of the route from Lashio to the Heihe base area has begun, and the labor force is relatively sufficient...

Also, the list of supplementary personnel you asked me to count has been verified. There are approximately more than 30,000 people in that group who can enter the army, and arrangements have been made for those in the rear to set up training camps in Nankan and Myitkyina."

Liao Mingyu blurted out in surprise: "Damn it! Only 30,000 people did it for a long time?"

"Yes, it's not like you don't know what that team looks like. This is the number of people who have relaxed the requirements. Otherwise, it would be difficult to gather 20,000...and some of them have to go to the hospital for treatment. They are too injured.

too much."

Meng Fangliao recounted the facts. This matter itself was a chore.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that, but you must keep up with the training of new recruits. Anyway, I will give you enough weapons and ammunition, but you must not give me eye drops, do you hear me?" Liao Mingyu said helplessly.

"Don't worry, it's all according to your wishes. Everyone must complete three months of military training before they can join the company. As for the others...?" Meng Fanglia looked at the other party inquiringly.

"The remaining ones who are in good physical condition will be incorporated into the logistics force, and those who are really in poor condition will be sent to the base area to participate in local construction. The child soldiers must not be left alone. The school in our base area is about to be completed, and we must also pay close attention to education.

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Liao Mingyu frowned and pinched the root of his nose, feeling a sense of fatigue welling up in his heart.

It is true that the military is somewhat unable to manage local areas. It seems that the regional government still needs to seize the time to establish it.

In the past period of time, he has not been busy in vain. In addition to asking Stilwell for food and drink, he also asked him to help him start a "human trafficking"

After the two battles of Yan'an Qiang and Siam Chiang Mai, the troops have entered a period of rest and recuperation, and have been relatively calm in recent times. The 3 infantry divisions and 2 directly affiliated brigades of the 88th Army are intensively preparing for combat preparations and supplies, as well as new recruits.

Training and running-in.

The issue of troop sources has always been a knife stuck in Liao Mingyu's neck. As the war continues, personnel losses are inevitable. However, except for some veterans and civilians recruited in the concentration camp some time ago, the 88th Army has almost zero additional troops.

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The domestic government has now determined that the 88th Army is an uncontrollable rebel force, and someone is still regarded as a new type of warlord.

If it weren't for the fact that the U.S. military needed a Chinese force to continue in Southeast Asia, Baldhead would temporarily tolerate the existence of the 88th Army for the sake of international assistance. Otherwise, with that person's character, even if he couldn't control it openly, he would still use some means secretly.

Just want money, food, and people? Sorry... not a penny! The euphemistically called expeditionary force is no longer under the jurisdiction of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War Zone, and because the domestic war is getting more serious, it is absolutely impossible to provide them with any supplements.

So Liao Mingyu had no choice but to ask Stilwell to make a request to the Chongqing government, asking him, in the name of the commander of the Southeast Asian Theater, to ask Chiang Kai-shek to send more soldiers to Burma to deal with the battle losses on the front line.

There are still two troops, 72 and 65, on the border of western Yunnan, but Chiang Kai-shek is naturally not willing to send people into the wolf's den anymore.

I think he originally sent Fan Shaozeng here to create a quarrel, but in the end he helped Liao Mingyu, letting them get along with each other, and even ran away with a 50th Division. It was like losing his wife and losing his troops.

It's just that...even the bald head of state who is the most powerful person in the country still has to give in to Dou Mi. After all, his "American master" gave too much, and he couldn't withstand the constant pressure from there, so he finally agreed.

In order to meet the demands of the Americans without appearing stingy in front of them, at the end of the year, the Ministry of Military Affairs transferred a group of more than 75,000 troops from various theaters in the south. After being assembled in Kunming, they were sent to Burma.

But the shrewd old Chiang Kai-shek still kept an eye on it. He didn't even think about the elite troops. The only ones sent over were the motley crew that no one liked, including the 27th and 28th Group armies that were crippled in the battle of Henan, Hunan and Guangxi.

Some of them, as well as the remnants of various troops and some security groups who have lost their numbers and are resting in local places.

Liao Mingyu was shocked when these people arrived in Mandalay. Among the so-called additional troops... they ranged from veterans in their forties and fifties, to child soldiers in their fifteenth and sixteenth years.

Almost 70% of them were injured and injured, and most of them were remnants of defeated soldiers with little fighting ability.

Moreover, among the 70,000 people, less than 10% of them are armed with guns. The only thing they have on them may be their tattered military uniforms. What’s even more annoying is that there are so many people who don’t even have a group of decent officers.

The one with the highest military rank is actually the battalion commander, major, who is blind in one eye.

Rather than saying they are soldiers, it is better to say that these people are unnecessary burdens to all the troops. It would have taken a lot of effort to deal with them originally, but now they are all done, and they are all packed up and thrown to Liao Mingyu, which saves more than 70,000 mouths to eat, saving money.

The military spending that comes out can also be used elsewhere, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone. It is estimated that Chiang Kai-shek will laugh out of his dreams at this time.

Fortunately, after screening, there are still 30,000 people who can meet the requirements of ordinary soldiers. Although they are a little weaker now, they have no energy, and their overall quality is much worse than that of soldiers in the normal army, but at least these external reasons

All can be changed.

It can be said that they are similar to the defeated soldiers who lost their souls in Chanda in western Yunnan. It is not easy for them to cheer up and change themselves.

However, Liao Mingyu is still very experienced in this regard. No one is born a qualified soldier. Only through continuous training and tempering can they regain their fighting spirit. In addition to training, it is not a problem to work hard on treatment and ideological guidance to help them regain their confidence.

With these more than 30,000 people, the battle losses between various units can be replenished in time, and several new teams can be formed in addition to the main force.

As for the remaining tens of thousands of people, they are all too old or too young, suffering from diseases or severely disabled. Due to their own reasons, they have no way to enter the battlefield to fight. Even if they are forced to take up arms, it is just a matter of force.

Being used as cannon fodder will be detrimental to the various units of the 88th Army that are now taking the elite route.

Most of the eliminated people will be incorporated into logistics non-combat personnel. If the conditions are really unfavorable, they will be transferred to local construction. There will always be a chance to shine.

It had been two hours since the two had discussed many trivial matters. Meng Fanlao brewed two cups of tea and brought them to Liao Mingyu. Looking at the steaming cup of noodles, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Jin Zuo, after this year, it will be the 33rd year of the Republic of China. It has been almost two years since we came to Myanmar. Alas... I don't know how long this battle will last."

Liao Mingyu picked up the cup and took a sip. He looked at the huge Southeast Asian combat map on the wall and said with a meaningful smile: "Haha... It's almost time. The little devil can't hold on for too long."

"When the war is over, I want to take my parents back to Peiping to see if my ancestral home is still there..."

Meng Fanle stood in front of the window and looked to the north. He seemed to recall the scene when he was scolded by his father with a ruler at home when he was disobedient and made mistakes as a child, as well as the useless "technological inventions" his father piled up in the yard.

"Then your old man will not let you carry all his thousands of scriptures from Heihe to Peking." Liao Mingyu joked with a smile.

"Yeah...then don't go back."

Meng Fanxiao shrank his neck, recalling his father's collection of books that more than a dozen people could memorize, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart. If he really wanted to get them all to Peking, he would not be exhausted until he died.

"Report to Junzuo! Chief Yu of the Intelligence Department asks for an audience."

Just as the two of them were chatting out of boredom, the guard outside the door suddenly shouted...
Chapter completed!