I don't know if the upper echelons of the Fifth Army really had other ideas about Huang Hanju, the deputy director sent by the Executive Department, anyway, Huang Hanju did not take a plane to Mandalay like other officers, and he could only take a car along the Yunnan-Burma Highway to Mandalay. Huang Hanju and his family were riding in an American-made Ford truck, which the Yunnan people called a three-ton Ford, and the truck left Kunming on the way to Wan Town, Tang Cheng and others had seen too many trucks, and Huang Hanju said that there were at least several thousand trucks of all kinds driving on the Yunnan-Burma highway every day.

Located on the Wan Machi River, the Kutani Bridge is the boundary bridge between China and Myanmar, and the original Kutani Bridge was just a simple bridge composed of two side-by-side logs. In 1938, after the opening of the Yunnan-Burma Highway organized by Yunnan Chairman Long Yun to build a large number of manpower, the Jiugu Bridge was rebuilt into a stone arch bridge.

"See, this is the Wan Town, after crossing the river, it is time to set foot on the land of Myanmar, it is too late for you to regret it now, here is our own transport truck, I will let them send you back to Kunming." Tang Cheng stood by the river and stepped on the soil under his feet, looking at Hou San and the others without blinking. After leaving Kunming, the speeding trucks along the highway and the hastily assembled troops made Tang Cheng realize what they were about to face, and that things might not be as simple as he originally imagined, so he didn't want to force Hou San and them to obey his orders to enter Burma.

Hou San and Tang Cheng looked at each other, but no one moved their bodies, "Maybe I thought about it before, maybe it will be dangerous this time, you guys have to think about it, fighting will kill people." Seeing that Hou San and the others did not express their intention to leave, Tang Cheng's eyes flashed with a trace of gratitude imperceptibly, he knew that if he only relied on himself, it would be difficult for Huang Han to return to Kunming with all his beard and tail, and the only thing he could rely on was these brothers around him who had lived and died together.

A few people were standing on the side of the Wan Town River overlooking the scenery, and Huang Hanju, who was queuing up to cross the bridge on the side of the Kutani Bridge, asked the driver to honk his horn to beckon Tang Cheng and them to get on the bus, and the traffic congestion on the side of the Kutani Bridge was much less, and it was already their turn to cross the bridge. Heavily armed soldiers like Tang Cheng and them abound on the banks of the Wan Town, but like Tang Cheng, a few of them each carry two long and one short three guns, but it is rare for them to see national soldiers who each carry two long and one short three guns, especially the leading Tang Cheng is still so young, so the national soldiers they met along the river bank were full of envy and scrutiny.

"Let's take a second look, it's not our territory after crossing the bridge." Huang Hanju in the carriage stretched out his hand to Tang Cheng, who was still standing on the ground, but the latter did not turn back, but smiled and stretched out his hand to let Huang Hanju pull him into the carriage. Tang Cheng They are busy training in the military camp every day, Huang Hanju is not idle, more than half a year of physical training has made Huang Hanju, who was originally round, look much stronger, and now Huang Hanju looks more like a national army officer.

"There's nothing to see, we're just going to fight, and if we're done, we can naturally go home, and we won't come if we don't go to Myanmar." Tang Cheng's explanation was simple, but the corners of his slightly trembling eyes had already betrayed him. If Hou San and the others showed a strong curiosity, then Tang Cheng showed a strong worry, the many troops that were being assembled here in Wan Town made Tang Cheng's mood very irritable, and he felt more and more that he had thought about it too simply.

"Let's go" Seeing that everyone had already gotten on the car, Huang Hanju, who was sitting in the car, knocked the small window connected to the cab, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the Ford truck let out a roar, carrying Tang Cheng They finally slowly drove onto the Jiugu Bridge, and the other side of the bridge was Myanmar, which made Tang Cheng very worried. The Yunnan-Burma Highway is well repaired, at least on this section of the Jiugu Bridge, the road surface is very flat, and the trucks rarely shake or bump on it. Everyone in the carriage was napping with their eyes closed, and no one spoke to make the air in the carriage seem to be still, and the only thing left in everyone's ears was the roar of the truck.

Tang Cheng, who was sitting in the outermost position, kept his head sideways and looked out through the gap in the tarpaulin, before Huang Hanju asked him to take one last look at the land behind him, in order not to bring tension to Hou San and the others, Tang Cheng had to be ruthless to make himself feel indifferent. But when the truck actually drove through the Kugu Bridge and entered Myanmar, Tang Cheng frequently looked at the side of the Kugu Bridge through the gap in the tarpaulin, and the gradually distant Wan Town River and Kugu Bridge made Tang Cheng's eyes have a trace of moisture.

The smoke and dust raised by the truck spilled into the car through the gap in the tarpaulin, and although it was not choking, Tang Cheng still coughed a few times reflexively, which made the almost frozen air in the car flow again. Hou San, who had been closing his eyes, and Manniu whispered this together, and from time to time they would burst out with a few low laughs, and the dice only cared about wiping their own flower mechanism, but Tan Fei opened his small notebook and muttered Burmese. Tang Cheng looked around left and right, as if only he and Huang Hanju had nothing to do, and even the two Yi men he found were fiddling with their crossbows.

Tang Cheng reached into his arms and took out a piece of jerky and threw it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, this jerky was concocted by Ma Fatzi himself, it is said that the recipe for cooking jerky came from the palace dining room, and Ma Fatzi even boasted that this kind of jerky would not be bad if it was put for a year. Ma Fatzi knew how many catties and taels he had, and he didn't dare to make trouble to come to Myanmar like Liu Shishi, but Ma Fatzi took advantage of the convenience of teaching restaurant cooks to concoct a large number of easy-to-carry jerky for Tang Cheng and others, and the amount of these jerky was enough to ensure the consumption of Tang Cheng and them for half a month.

The dried meat with a lot of spices tastes good, especially the more prominent spicy flavor makes Tang Cheng like it, and in a hot and humid place like Myanmar, it shouldn't be a bad thing to eat more spicy and sweaty things. The slowly flowing Wanmachi River seems to be a dividing line, and the town on the other side of the Wanmachi River is very busy and lively, but the Burmese side of the Wanmachi River is only the first few miles close to China that is still lively, and as the trucks move, Tangcheng sees only desertion and silence.

Tang Cheng was not a person who could not bear loneliness, but the huge difference between the two sides of the Wan Town River made Tang Cheng even more worried, looking at the refugees who were hurriedly dragging their families to the Wan Town River, Tang Cheng knew that some of the things he had planned were no longer feasible. Crossing the river to the south, although there are only a few people in Tangcheng, and weapons and ammunition are also very scarce, they can still be helped by the local people, but now, Tangcheng is looking at the Burmese and overseas Chinese who fled for their lives to the Wan Town River, can this battle only rely on the British army and the national army to fight against the Japanese army?

The truck began to enter the mountains, and there were more curves, and with his back to the swaying carriage from time to time, Tang Cheng slowly fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, when Tang Cheng opened his eyes, the truck was still moving, but when Tang Cheng reached out to lift the tarpaulin, he found that it was already a lot darker. "You kid is a big heart, you can't wake up no matter how you call it, the little devil's plane has appeared twice over our heads, I guess you don't know at all, right?" Seeing that Tang Cheng finally woke up, Huang Hanju, who was sitting next to Tang Cheng, joked with a smile.

Tang Cheng smiled a little embarrassedly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes that had not yet fully recovered and looked around at the other people in the carriage, Tan Fei was still muttering Burmese in a low voice, but Hou San and the others, including the two Yi men, were still asleep. The scenery on the side of the road is certainly beautiful, but it is a pity that Tang Cheng is not in the mood to appreciate it at all now. Not only that, looking at the groups of refugees outside the carriage heading in the direction of Wanmachi, Tang Cheng's heart was once again shrouded in heavy colors.

In order to get to Mandalay as soon as possible so as not to violate the military order, Huang Hanju listened to the construction of Tangcheng and prepared two drivers for this Ford truck to take turns driving, which is the main reason why Huang Hanju sat in the car. Night had fallen, and the surroundings had gradually become dark, and only the endless peaks could be faintly seen. The headlights shone on the road in front of them, and the Ford truck they were in continued to bump along the mountain road, occasionally a car or two came from the opposite side and passed them, this qiē was so quiet. All I could hear was the sound of trucks crushing against the road.

Tang Cheng didn't know how far it was to get from Wan Town to Mandalay, and Tang Cheng didn't even know that Mandalay was a place until he got the map of Myanmar that Huang Hanju had found. Originally, Tang Cheng was still thinking about this problem in his heart, but as the sky got darker, Tang Cheng no longer thought about how far it was. The truck stopped suddenly, jumped out of the cab and ran forward with the co-pilot, and Tang Cheng also climbed the tailgate of the car and jumped off the truck to move his body.

"Sir, the road ahead is blocked, and it should be that the truck transporting supplies and the car of the Burmese overseas Chinese who ran away have collided together." The co-pilot of the fast-paced cannon fodder was a little out of breath, Tang Cheng nodded to indicate that he knew, and then turned around to inform Huang Hanju of the news. Flashing the rear of the car and looking ahead, I don't know when the campfire has been lit on the hillside on the side of the road, and the lights of the blocked truck are shining, and the whole corner is illuminated.

"Why don't you leave?" Hou San, who was sleeping in a daze, also jumped out of the carriage, rubbing his eyes while looking at the light ahead. Tang Cheng shook his head slowly, and while opening the shell holster on his waist, he slowly walked to the front, indeed as the co-pilot said, a truck full of supplies and a local overseas Chinese car collided together, blocking the entire corner, when Tang Cheng passed, the overseas Chinese driving was entangled with the truck driver and arguing.