The order Huang Hanju received was to rush to Mandalay, Myanmar as soon as possible to establish the Logistics and Transportation Department. I don’t know if the upper management of the Fifth Army really had other ideas about Huang Hanju, the deputy director sent by the Administrative Office. Anyway, Huang Hanju was not like the others.
The officer took a plane to Mandalay, so he could only take a car along the Burma Highway to Mandalay. Huang Hanju and the others took an American-made Ford truck, which the Yunnan people called a three-ton Ford, and the truck left Kunming for
Along the way to Wanding, Tang Cheng and others had seen too many trucks. Huang Hanju said that there were at least thousands of trucks of all kinds driving on the Burma Highway every day.
The Jiugu Bridge is located on the Wanding River and is the boundary river bridge between China and Myanmar. The original Jiugu Bridge was just a simple bridge composed of two side-by-side wooden logs. It was very jittery and scary when you walked up. In 1938, Yunnan Chairman Long Yun organized a large number of
After the manpower-built Yunnan-Burma Highway was opened, the Jiugu Bridge was rebuilt into a stone arch bridge. After leaving Kunming, the Tangcheng group, who were so tired of traveling, had already rushed to the Wanding River and were about to step onto the Jiugu Bridge to enter Myanmar.
"You see, this is the Wanding River. Once you cross the river, you have stepped onto the land of Myanmar. It's still too late for you to regret it. We have our own transport trucks here. I will let them take you back to Kunming."
Tang Cheng stood by the river and stamped his feet on the soil under his feet, looking at Hou San and the others without blinking an eye. After leaving Kunming, the trucks speeding along the highway and the hastily assembled troops made Tang Cheng aware of what they were about to face.
What it will be, the matter may not be as simple as he originally imagined, so he does not want to force Hou San and the others to obey his orders and enter Myanmar.
Hou San and the others looked at each other with Tang Cheng, but no one moved their bodies, "Maybe I thought wrong before, this time may be very dangerous, maybe you two have to think about it, people will die in the war.
." Seeing that Hou San and others did not express any intention to leave, Tang Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude. He knew that it would be difficult for Huang Hanju to return to Kunming completely by himself. He
The only people I can rely on are the brothers around me who have lived and died together.
Several people were standing by the Wanding River overlooking the scenery. Huang Hanju, who was queuing up to cross the Jiugu Bridge, asked the driver to blow the whistle to greet Tangcheng and the others to get on the bus. The traffic jam on the Jiugu Bridge had been reduced a lot.
It was their truck's turn to cross the bridge. Heavily armed soldiers like Tang Cheng and the others were everywhere along the Wanding River, but a few national soldiers like Tang Cheng and the others, each carrying two long, one short and three guns,
It was rare to see them, especially the leader Tang Cheng was still so young, so the national soldiers they met along the river bank were full of envy and scrutiny.
"Take another 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. The latter did not turn around, but just smiled and stretched out his hand to let Huang Hanju pull him up.
Entering the carriage. They were busy training in the military camp in Tangcheng every day, and Huang Hanju was not idle either. More than half a year of physical training made Huang Hanju, who was originally round and round, look much stronger. Now Huang Hanju looks more like a country man.
Military officer.
"There's nothing to see. We're just going to fight. After the fight, we can go home. It's not like we've gone to Myanmar so we won't come back." Tang Cheng's explanation was simple, but the slightly trembling corners of his eyes had already betrayed him.
If Hou San and others showed deep curiosity, then Tang Cheng showed deep worry. The large number of troops gathering in Wanding made Tang Cheng feel very irritable. He felt more and more that he had
Thinking too simply.
"Let's go." Seeing that everyone had already boarded the car, Huang Hanju, who was sitting in the car, knocked hard on the small window connecting the car and the cab. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the Ford truck roared, carrying Tangcheng and the others.
Slowly drove onto the Jiugu Bridge, and on the other side of the bridge was Myanmar, which made Tangcheng very worried. The Burma Highway is well built, at least the road surface at Jiugu Bridge is very smooth, and trucks rarely shake or shake when driving on it.
It was bumpy. Everyone in the carriage had their eyes closed and was dozing. No one spoke, which made the air in the carriage seem still and heavy, 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 tilting his head to look out through the gap in the tarpaulin. Previously, Huang Hanju asked him to take a last look at the country behind him. In order not to cause tension to Hou San and others, Tang Cheng could only look ruthlessly.
He tried hard to show that he didn't care. But when the truck actually passed the Kugu Bridge and entered Myanmar, Tang Cheng frequently looked at the Kugu Bridge through the gaps in the tarpaulin. The Wanding River and Kugu Bridge that were gradually disappearing made Tang Cheng
There was already a trace of moisture in Cheng's eyes.
The smoke and dust raised by the truck spread into the car through the gaps in the tarpaulin. Although it was not choking, Tang Cheng coughed a few times as a conditioned reflex, which allowed the almost solid air in the car to flow again. He had kept his eyes closed.
Hou San and Man Niu gathered together and whispered this, and from time to time they burst into low laughter. Dice just wiped his flower trap, while Tan Fei opened his little notebook and mumbled something.
Speaking in Burmese, Tang Cheng looked around and it seemed that he and Huang Hanju were the only two people doing nothing. Even the two Yi men he had found were playing with their crossbows.
Tang Cheng reached into his arms and took out a piece of jerky, threw it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. The jerky was made by Fatty Ma himself. It is said that the recipe for cooking the jerky came from the royal kitchen of the palace. Fatty Ma even boasted that it was made by Fatty Ma himself.
The dried meat will not go bad even if it is kept for a year. Fatty Ma knew how much he weighed and did not dare to follow Liu Shitou to Myanmar, but Fatty Ma took advantage of the convenience of teaching restaurant cooks to help Tangcheng and others
People concocted a large amount of portable dried meat, and the quantity of these dried meats was enough to ensure the consumption of people like them in Tangcheng for half a month.
The dried meat with a lot of spices tastes very good, especially the more prominent spiciness that Tangcheng likes. In a hot and humid place like Myanmar, eating more spicy and sweaty things should not be a bad thing. Slowly flowing Wan
The Wanding River seems to be a dividing line. Wanding City on the other side of the Wanding River is very busy and lively with people. But on the Myanmar side across the Wanding River, only the first few miles close to China are still lively. With the trucks
While driving, all I saw in Tangcheng was desolation and silence.
Tang Cheng was not a person who couldn't bear loneliness, but the huge difference between the two sides of the Wanding River made Tang Cheng even more worried. Looking at the refugees who were hurriedly migrating to the Wanding River with their families, Tang Cheng
Cheng knew that some of the things he had originally planned could no longer be implemented. Crossing the river south, although they only had a few people in Tangcheng and weapons and ammunition were scarce, they could still receive help from the local people. But now, Tangcheng could see
They were all Burmese and overseas Chinese who fled to the Wanding River. Could it be that we could only rely on the British and Chinese troops to fight against the Japanese in this battle?
The truck began to enter the mountainous area, and there were more and more bends. With his back against the swaying carriage, Tang Cheng slowly fell asleep. He didn’t know how long he slept. When Tang Cheng opened his eyes, the truck was still there.
While driving, the moment Tang Cheng stretched out his hand to lift up the tarp, he realized that the sky had become much darker. "You are a big-hearted kid. You can't wake us up no matter how you scream. The Japanese planes are all over our heads."
It's appeared twice, I guess you don't know about it 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 sheepishly, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes that had not 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 also included the two Yi men.
But they are all still in a drowsy state. The scenery on the roadside is beautiful, but it's a pity that Tang Cheng is not in the mood to appreciate it now. Not only that, looking at the refugees heading towards Wanding in groups outside the carriage, Tang Cheng's heart once again
Shrouded in heavy colors.
The Ford truck that Huang Hanju transferred from his own transportation company has never stopped. In order to get to Mandalay as soon as possible without violating military orders, Huang Hanju listened to Tang Cheng's suggestion and prepared two drivers for this Ford truck.
Driving, this is the main reason why Huang Hanju is sitting in the car. Night has fallen, the surroundings have gradually become dark, and only the endless mountain peaks can be vaguely seen. The car lights illuminate the road in front of him.
In a blink of an eye, the Ford truck they were riding in in Tangcheng continued to bump along the mountain road. Occasionally, one or two cars came from the opposite direction and passed them by. It was all so peaceful. The only thing that could be heard was the wheels of the truck grinding against each other.
The sound of the road.
Tangcheng didn't know how far it was from Wanding to Mandalay. Before getting the map of Myanmar that Huang Hanju found, Tangcheng didn't even know that Mandalay existed. Originally, Tangcheng was still worried about this.
question, but as the sky gets darker, Tang Cheng no longer thinks about how far away it is. The truck suddenly stopped, the co-pilot jumped out of the cab and ran forward, while Tang Cheng also climbed on the backrail of the truck.
Ban jumped out of the truck and moved his body.
"Sir, the road ahead is blocked. It seems that the truck transporting supplies collided with the car of the Myanmar overseas Chinese who was running away." The co-pilot of Kuaibu Cannon Fodder was a little out of breath. Tang Cheng nodded to indicate that he understood, and then turned around.
Inform Huang Hanju of the news. He flashed past the rear of the car and looked forward. Unexpectedly, bonfires had been lit on the hillside on the roadside. Coupled with the lights of the blocked truck, the entire corner was illuminated.
All bright.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Hou San, who was still asleep, also jumped out of the carriage, rubbing his eyes while looking at the light ahead. Tang Cheng slowly shook his head and opened the holster on his waist.
At the same time, he walked slowly forward. It was exactly what the co-pilot said. A truck full of supplies collided with a local overseas Chinese car, blocking the entire corner. When Tangcheng passed by,
The overseas Chinese driving the car was entangled and arguing with the truck driver.