Colonel Charles had served in the tropical colony of Yangon in British Burma for twelve years, but until now he could not really understand the wilderness, and although he thought he was familiar with the grass and trees, he still felt a little out of place with the locals.

The Colonel has not been in a good mood these days, because next month his regiment will be transferred to the Burma-Thai border, because according to available information, this arrogant neighbor has recently begun to move around the border. I don't know where these people got this kind of confidence, thinking that they could infringe on the dignity of the British Empire.

Alas? Did he use the word encroachment just now? The colonel shook his head helplessly and sighed, the great empire on which the sun never sets has become a thing of the past, if in the heyday of the empire, such a small country would not even dare to say a hard word, the British Empire only needs to move a finger, and within a week can change the dynasty of that country.

"The order has been delivered, Colonel." The adjutant of staff stood behind him and reported. The young infantry major was born in Mumbai, India, attended a military school in London, returned to his birthplace to serve after graduation, and was transferred here from India only two weeks ago.

"This order is of a high rank, and although it is in the name of the Marquis of Hope, it is actually from London." The Colonel turned from the window and walked to the desk.

"With a warrant, York, from now on, you're in charge of the matter." Charles handed a handwritten document to the adjutant.

"Sir, I hope this situation won't last long, I'm worried that it will affect normal business operations." Major York took the warrant and read it carefully.

"We don't need to worry about this, now that the order has been given from above, we should have prepared for it. We all know what is going on behind this, and at this point, in fact, the interests of the Reich and Germany are the same, and it is necessary to teach that stubborn leader of China a profound lesson. The empire had many conflicting interests with the Chinese government, and the Chinese leader, Chiang, had always been hostile to the British Empire. ”

"Sir, I don't think the current tactics are enough to bring him to his knees, and I think London should be advised to completely cut off the operation of the Burma Highway." Major York folded the warrant and tucked it into the breast pocket of his tropical uniform.

"This will mess things up, this kind of punishment must be well measured, and besides, this is a matter for the big people in Whitehall to consider, we just need to do our duty, Major, you can disband." Charles vetoed his subordinates' suggestion, and he looked into the other man's eyes with a serious expression.

"Yes, sir." Major York hurriedly straightened his chest, stomped on one leg and raised his hand in a military salute, turned neatly and strode out of the office.

"It's a really energetic young man, but it's a pity that he lacks political wisdom, and he still needs to be honed." The colonel turned on the fan on the table widely.

"Dear Mr. Governor," Charles pulled out a blank piece of paper from the briefcase, picked up a pen and wrote an opening.

"No," Charles stopped and crumpled the white paper, picked up his pipe from the table, and carefully twisted a pinch of golden tobacco from the tobacco box and filled it into the pipe.

"Well, to His Excellency Marquis Hope, Viceroy of British India," began Charles, writing with his pipe in his mouth.

"Check everything in the car." Captain Philip took the jug from his men, raised his head and poured a large mouthful of cool spring water.

"Be careful and don't miss a single place." The kettle was handed to the orderly, and the captain shouted the order.

"Sir, this is an important material for the Chinese government, and we have an official document here." The Chinese leader who followed the convoy was a fat man in his forties, who handed the captain the papers with a flattering smile.

"This is an order from Yangon, and I am acting on orders." The captain pushed the eaves of his brown-yellow tropical helmet upwards and flipped through the paperwork.

"What does that mean?" As soon as the captain turned the page, he found a stack of banknotes sandwiched between the papers, a few Burmese rupees on the front and five and ten pounds sterling on the back.

"The commanders are patrolling this highway, all to help our country in the war of resistance, it is really very hard, this is just some of my personal little care, please be sure to accept it, no one will know." The fat man gestured to the captain with an ambiguous expression.

"You're trying to bribe me?" The captain frowned, looked left and right for a moment, and then skilfully grabbed the bill and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"No, no, no, it's just some goodwill, just ask the chief to give it a convenience." The fat man replied with a grin.

"Hmm." The captain nodded, then turned and shouted to the sergeant who was directing the search by the convoy.

"Sergeant Major Henry, let them all come down, it's okay, these people have legal documents to prove it, let them go."

"Thank you, thank you, sir, if we have the opportunity to meet again, I will definitely treat you to dinner." The fat man nodded in gratitude.

"Let's go, now the entire road from Mandalay to here is blocked, and the prohibited goods are strictly checked, I don't know if there is still an inspection ahead, and you will have to figure it out by yourself when the time comes." The lieutenant nodded, then reminded in a whisper.

"Thanks, I'll take note." The fat man owed a debt gratefully, and then ran briskly towards the head car.

"Sir, something is wrong with the goods in these cars, we have found a lot of daily necessities and cigarettes." The sergeant major came over and reported.

"They have a legal entry certificate, as well as a communication card issued by Yangon."

"But Sir," Sergeant Major still wants to argue with reason.

"I think what I just meant has been made very clear, let it go immediately, this is an order, understand?" The captain rebuked impatiently.

"Yes, sir." The sergeant major stood up and saluted helplessly.

Lashio is the last transit point in Myanmar on the Yunnan-Burma Highway, and further down is a barren land of mountains and forests, from here to Wan Town in China, there are only a few small villages in the mountains on the whole road, and there are no longer large supply hubs.

At that time, supplies obtained by China would usually land at the port of Yangon and then be transported from Yangon through Myanmar's rail and road system, transiting through Mandalay and finally reaching Lashio. All goods began to be transported by road in this area, and because of the limited capacity, large quantities of supplies had to be hoarded in the local warehouses in Lashio. By this time, the British troops in Burma had received orders from their superiors to embargo and seize the goods and vehicles of fifteen Chinese companies, which were suspected of being involved in organizing the sale and transportation of smuggled and contraband, and the colonial authorities would strictly investigate them to prevent similar crimes from occurring on the territory of the British Empire.

"The warehouse has been sealed, but a shipment has been shipped out this morning, and I think the patrol should be able to stop them."

"Looking at the list of goods they transport, I can't believe that they are still fighting, hell, I haven't even heard of these high-end goods before." Colonel Karak was the commander of the 2nd Anglo-Burmese Regiment in charge of the Lashio garrison, which was an infantry regiment to the outside world, but in fact there were only two battalions of soldiers, half of which were Indian soldiers and locally recruited Shan from Burma, and one of the battalions was transferred to Myitkyina.

"We don't have enough people, send a telegram asking me to send me more men, it will be difficult for these soldiers to do this work with me, either send me another battalion, or detain the goods in Mandalay and don't send them to us again." Karak slammed the table and roared, he was fed up with this place, that Indian cook didn't know what good things he had done, and his stomach had been pulling since morning.

"Send it out like that, and you'll take care of the rest." The colonel's face turned pale and he rushed into the bathroom clutching his stomach.

"Colonel, do you want Dr. Mitchell to come and see it again?"

"Nope! I don't trust that quack anymore, God testifies, he's experimenting on me, going to the city to find a doctor, a wizard, whatever he wants, as long as he can save me from this filthy situation. The Colonel's roar was heard clearly through the door.

"Okay, Colonel." The adjutant agreed, then held his breath and strode out of the room.

"Marshal, the land passages in southwestern China have all been blocked up to now, this is a report from Yangon, Burma." A major placed the document in front of Brünnberg.

"Print a copy and send it to the High Command." Brumberg looked at it for a moment, then signed his name behind the document.

"What's the schedule for the afternoon?" Brumborg asked his lieutenant.

"At one o'clock I received the newly transferred liaison officer from the Navy, and at two o'clock let . General Degu has asked you to go fishing with you. ”

"Good, get my fishing gear ready." Brumberg stood up and walked to the window, looking through the window at the cool and quiet courtyard in front of him, where several soldiers were busy carrying the packed wooden boxes.

"It's a great place to live." Brumborg said with a laugh.

"I don't know what kind of housing will be arranged for us in China."

"I'm sure they're starting to regret it now, Marshal, if they're smart enough, they'll give you the most grand hospitality." The adjutant replied.

Asking for a monthly pass, my grades have dropped again, I can't stop coughing, and I need encouragement and support.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )