.In the Nordon Valley melee, which is comparable to the modern version of the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the three parties lost tens of thousands of officers and soldiers in total. The Chinese army, which only suffered only five or six hundred casualties, was able to "game both fame and fortune" and was the biggest vested interest in this battle. Although the Japanese army also lost 3,000 elite troops, it ultimately gave the last main force of the British and Burmese army a devastating blow. In this sense, marrying people is certainly not a pleasant thing, but after weighing the pros and cons, it can barely achieve the gains and losses!

The only loser is no longer the bad-for-nothing British army. Compared with the more than 7,000 officers and soldiers who disappeared from the Royal Army, the British Empire managers who had lost less than 50,000 people since the outbreak of the war was concerned that the "symbolic" meaning reflected in this "yellow and white race" show that since the Chinese and Japanese people can take advantage of the Saxons, will the yellow races of other nations think that they also have this ability? Although the "gentlemen" who believe in the "yellow monkeys" who "must" be always slaves of "God's voters" stubbornly believe that this is just a coincidence. But they cannot deny that if they don't want to minimize the "negative impact" of the "Norden Valley Incident" and stand tall for hundreds of years.

The country is in big trouble! In this way, under the principle of political considerations first, the British war cabinet quickly formulated an overall strategy to cover up "shaming". The more than 1,000 British troops who were "armed" by the "alliance" army became the first victims. The British government made a diplomatic note launched by China on this matter without responding. In fact, not responding for the time being is just a small trick by the British side. In the British people who are accustomed to the arrogance, the Chinese who have always been "kind and bullied" will definitely treat these people as guests of honor. After the matter is discussed in the future, it will be taken back. The British Foreign Ministry has just stepped forward to refute the "rumor" created by the Japanese. In the limelight, if more than 1,000 prisoners of war are openly taken back, wouldn't it be a slap in the mouth? But is the development of the love affairs really what they expected?

After the melee in the Nordon Valley, the 45th Cavalry Brigade, which achieved the goal of shocking the Japanese army and encouraging the morale of the Mandalay defenders, never fought a major battle. At first, Cheng Jiaji commanded the troops, and with the advantage of the cavalry's road conditions, he frequently attacked with battalions and companies. Faced with the large-scale harassment of Chinese cavalry, he thought that even if he used all the motorized troops at hand, he could not capture the complex terrain conditions of the border between Myanmar and northern Myanmar.

The cavalry of the cruising cavalry had to give up some of the outer strongholds and recalled the guard forces to the suburbs of Mandalay. After the Japanese retreat, Cheng Jiaji extended his tentacles to the remote suburbs of Mandalay. But one thing was that he had never thought of being the one who could kill Cheng Jiaji from the city of Mandalay, and explained it to the battalion commanders of each battalion clearly. He could penetrate the small trunks and be brave enough to penetrate, but the camps were located in the jungle and mountains. In short, how far the fists could hit, and his butt would never be on the plain.

After all this was arranged, Cheng Jiaji was not very interested in staying here, so he handed over the troops to Liu Tianlong and took the guards all the way north to find the main force of the army.

On March 20th, the small village of the Fear, who was immersed in the "Flying Blessings from the Sky", Mengerdo.

Although the four or five hundred indigenous mountain people living by the vast primitive jungle in front of them were deprived of the power to walk out of the village, but judging by bags of snow-white rice and iron tubes filled with cold cooked meat, this little inconvenience did not make the simple and fearful people dissatisfied with the "intruders". On the contrary, these mountain people who fought against wild beasts for generations and exchanged for their lives for survival all sincerely hope that this beautiful life of "free food and clothing" could be continued forever by doing nothing all day.

Three or four hundred British people who "entered" here also had the intention of not wanting to worry about Shu. This point was fully proved from the moans and heavy breathing of "pain" everywhere, along with "pain" moans and heavy breathing that could be seen everywhere in the house, on the road, under the trees, and on the naked yellow and white bodies that were entangled together. It can be imagined that with such hard work, ten months later, Möldor will inevitably usher in an unprecedented "baby boom"! The smart and visionary masquerades are already secretly calculating how to sell these "mangbang kids" that "should" belong to his "private industry" to a good price.

However, the British officers and soldiers who had just "escaped from death" from the battlefield only thought about how to vent their fear, anxiety and confusion in their hearts on the woman's belly. They couldn't even care about it. Who would still think about the survival status of "descendants"? Such a distant question!

The unstoppable momentum in the wave of indulgence was that not only some subordinate officers and soldiers, but also a group of senior officers such as Coaster were "contributing to the pioneering "heroic fear and great harmony" and "supporting bricks and tiles".

Of course, no matter among the degenerate crowd, there are still a few "righteous gentlemen" who are self-disciplined. But in this "boundless spring" environment, the small group of "moralists" in the British army who have Lieutenant General Hanslem as the spiritual banner can only do to lock them in the small wooden building.

The light after lunch is undoubtedly the most anticipated moment for Lieutenant General Srem, who is depressed all day long. According to the "afternoon tea" tradition that has been popular in the Royal Army for hundreds of years... Every day, all British generals and officers will come to the two-story head man's house occupied by Lieutenant General Srem, and use the black tea that was originally supplied by the British army, but is now "entrusted" by the Chinese army to keep for more than half an hour.

Only at this time, Hanslem, who has actually become a warehouse director, can he regain the feeling of a commander of the Legion.

Of course, a legion commander would not be satisfied with the current situation. So, after three tours, Slem asked about some things he was concerned about.

"Major Qiuerji! Where is the telegraph room?" Lieutenant General, who had been dying about connecting with the Indian side, repeated the "homework" he had to do every day.

Knowing that it is impossible to seize the intact radio station from dozens of "Chinese supervisors" who are extremely vigilant, Qiu Erji said with a verbal confusion: "Your Lieutenant General, you are starting your work, and I believe that there will be breakthrough progress soon."

The officers on the field continued to "dedicate" their understanding eyes to Qiu Erji. Major's perfunctory responsibility was noble. It would be cruel to tell the truth to the lieutenant general.

"The speed should be faster. I will pay close attention to the development of the situation." Lieutenant General Di Srem's tone was filled with sad "confidence and strength".

"As for your order, Lieutenant General!" Qiu Erji replied briefly.

"Gentlemen, I will once again solemnly remind you. Pay attention to your identity. A British officer should maintain moderate admiration in any situation! Otherwise, he would not be worthy of wearing this uniform!" The lieutenant general's stern warning made the officers who endured impatiently breathe a sigh of relief. They all knew that when this sentence was said, it meant that the "mental torture" of a day was over. In fact, the reason why British officers were willing to let go of the women under him came to listen to Lieutenant General Slime who was unwilling to face reality every day. In addition to the hierarchical inertia developed in the army for many years, it was mainly due to sympathy for the hero of Dunke. To put it bluntly, what these people were doing was of the same nature as "deathful comfort".

No wonder. These officers who have been in the army for at least ten years are so "pessimistic". More than a thousand British troops were "limited" by the Chinese in the name of resettlement in several small villages along the edge of the jungle. They were surrounded by Chinese, including Japanese troops, food, guns, and cars, but they could not control the radio station, nor gasoline or ammunition. That was a big problem. Compared with the danger of hiking and fighting alone for nearly a thousand kilometers, it is undoubtedly the wisest to stay in a safe place and wait for the Chinese to come and go!

He picked up the past and "talked" for a while. Just as everyone was about to say goodbye, a British sergeant came in and reported: "General, Lieutenant Du asked for a meeting."

Amid the prompt "cough" sound of Lieutenant General, the crooked British people in the room rushed to adjust their sitting posture.

"Please come in!" After repeatedly "examining" and "correcting" the military discipline of his subordinates, he felt that he was an impeccable lieutenant general, and waved his hand and asked the guards to invite guests in.

Damn British devils! He has been a prisoner twice, and he still wants to be so shameless! If Du Wenzhong, who was conscious of the prisoner in the past, was conscious of being a prisoner, was left outside the door for a long time by this group of "prisoners" who love to show off, and might even stab him with a gun and a stick. But today it is not necessary. After respecting a standard military salute without losing his etiquette, he cleared his throat and announced in a "public" tone, saying, "Everyone, I am honored to inform you of the decision of our government. Given that there are no other troops in the territory of Myanmar, and the situation of your troops is no longer suitable for combat. For humanitarian reasons, our government expressed its willingness to accept more than a thousand officers and soldiers of your army as a war refugee, and will be placed near Kunming, and all treatment will be preferred."

There was no uproar and indignation as imagined. Most of the British people who were mentally prepared for this had accepted this inevitable result with a calm mood. As for General Srem, who had a broken dream, he was so angry that he could not express any meaning.

"Captain Du, I would like to ask, is this treatment differentiated from excellent to the level of superiority? According to international practice, according to the level of military rank?" Coaster mustered up the courage to ask.

Obviously, Coaster said what the British officers said, all of them were like wolfdogs, staring at blood-red eyes, spitting out long tongues, and looking at Du Wenzhong without blinking, for fear of missing any of the little captain's mouth shape.

After admiring the ugly behavior of the British waving their tails and begging for mercy for a long time, Du Wenzhong explained with a sweet smile, "Please rest assured, Major General, our China is a country that is very polite and communicative. The preferential treatment you enjoy will be the same as the Chinese army that retreated into the Shanghai Public Concession in 1937!"

This time, the downstairs were in a turmoil. Although these British officers had not witnessed it with their own eyes, white people knew too much about the usual light and discrimination of people of color. Then they couldn't think of what kind of preferential treatment it would be.

"Captain Du, we protest! You cannot use the situation from 30 to 7 years to solve it. You must know that Britain held an absolutely neutral position in the Sino-Japanese War at that time. At this time, the two central countries were allies, which cannot be compared! You do this to be a blasphemy of international law and a trampling on the covenant! We will spare no effort to defend the dignity of the British Empire and our personal reputation!" Coaster's passionate speech was quite a bit like a street politician.

"General Coaster is right, we will fight at will!"

"We will fight back to India by ourselves!"

For a moment, the scene was almost out of control. Seeing a few fur waving in the air, they were about to hit Du Wenzhong's face.

However, as one of the "Eight Hundred Isolated Army" who was famous for guarding the Sihang Warehouse in the Battle of Shanghai, how could Du Wenzhong be so easily frightened!

"Everyone, you are going to India. We agree with each other and are willing to provide food, weapons and ammunition. You can leave today!" It's strange that Du Wenzhong's "easy to talk" actually calmed down the British who were so slutty.

"However, I want to inform you of one thing. The follow-up troops of my Chinese Expeditionary Force will arrive here soon. You guys "having experienced battle formations for a long time" naturally understand what this means. I would like to think about whether to die while standing or live while kneeling?" Words that are several times sharper than Daofeng are pointed directly at the heart of the people.

The British officers are dumb! They are stunned! They are stupid! They have certain levels of officers, so they can know how powerful they are. These people are not worried that the Chinese will solve them directly. If they want to solve them, they will be solved long ago! But when 30,000 to 40,000 Chinese troops are launched, the Japanese will not be aware of it at all? Will they not send more troops to this area? Will the two sides fight? By then, can they go out?

Question marks closely related to precious lives all surged in their hearts!

Before the British could respond, Du Wenzhong threw a stack of white paper on the table with the "Application for Asylum" written on it and a few pens in front of the group of British officers with a gloomy face: "Everyone, please do whatever you want! I have to talk to your soldiers! I believe they will be much more practical than you!"

An hour later, a huge army appeared on the horizon north of Moldo, and the main force of the New Twenty Army finally arrived! At dusk, the unarmed "British refugees" left this village that was only fifty kilometers away from Mandalay. They would meet with other companions not far away, and then go north with the "careful care" of the Chinese army strengthening the battalion!
Chapter completed!