After asking the other party, Tang Cheng found out that his group had traveled for nearly 20 hours before arriving at Lashio, an important town in northern Myanmar, which is about 230 kilometers away from Mandalay, and Lashio is only 130 kilometers away from Wanding. "Damn it, it's so small.
Japs, if their planes hadn't blown up the road, maybe we would have arrived here long ago." Huang Hanju, with the warrant issued by the Fifth Army, could fill up the truck with water and fuel at the military station along the road. This village is the entrance to Burma*
At a military depot in *, while taking advantage of the time to refill the truck with water and fuel, Tang Cheng called everyone together to discuss how to proceed.
"It's daybreak now. We are still more than 200 kilometers away from Mandalay. According to my wishes, let's get on the road immediately, or change people without stopping. Maybe we can reach Mandalay at noon tomorrow." Tangcheng paused for a moment.
After a pause, he turned his face and looked at Huang Hanju, "Brother-in-law, although the Fifth Army's warrant does not specify the time for you to arrive at Mandalay, I think it is always better to arrive early to save them from doing anything.
The moth comes out."
Ever since Huang Hanju was intimidated by the Zhang family and forced into the Fifth Army, Tangcheng had been very wary of Huang Hanju's entry into Myanmar. Especially when Huang Hanju, the deputy director of logistics, did not follow the vanguard of the Fifth Army into Myanmar in advance, Tangcheng was even more worried.
He was worried that this was another result of the Zhang family's secret mischief. Before the swearing-in meeting of the expeditionary force, Huang Hanju finally received the order from the Fifth Army to enter Myanmar, so Tang Cheng now had only one idea, to rush as soon as possible.
to Mandalay.
"Thank you brothers for reminding me. I just have military orders and have to risk my march. Thank you very much." Several sentries at the village checkpoint persuaded Tang Cheng and others to wait until dark before setting off, as they would be bombarded by Japanese fighter planes there.
The possibility was reduced to the minimum, but Tang Cheng, who was already confident, politely declined, threw a few packs of cigarettes to the soldiers at the checkpoint, and the Ford truck, whose front hood had not completely cooled down, hit the road again and sped away.
After following the road and crossing Lashio, Tangcheng realized that the sentries were right. Maybe it was to avoid the bombardment of Japanese fighter planes. Trucks carrying supplies were rarely seen on the road to Mandalay. Even if there were trucks, they were
The cars of the local overseas Chinese were probably full of old and weak people. "Find a place to stop near the forest. It is not easy to drive to Mandalay like this. We need to disguise the truck before getting on the road." He was alert.
Tang Cheng was not alone. Not long after getting back on the road, Hou San told Tang Cheng his worries, and Tang Cheng immediately shouted to stop.
The Yanlong brothers were worthy of being Yi men who grew up in the mountains. They found a suitable forest land and cut down a few small trees in just a while. Hou San and others helped with the work with their long hands.
The branches covered with lush leaves camouflaged the entire truck. Looking at Tangcheng and their Ford truck from a distance, it looked like a nest of trees that could be moved at any time. "Can we deceive the little devil's plane like this?" Huang Hanju surrounded the already-moved bushes.
The camouflaged truck walked around for a while, but I was still a little unsure whether it was effective.
"Brother-in-law, just keep your heart in mind. We are not trying to deceive people on the road, we are just trying not to expose our truck when the Japanese plane appears. The speed of the plane is very fast. As long as we hear the sound of the plane,
I parked the car on the side of the road, I don’t think they would be able to spot us immediately.” The road from Lashio to Mandalay is not very easy to walk, and there are many people on the road moving towards Wanding.
They are local overseas Chinese, so their speed in Tangcheng is not very fast, but it is much faster than last night.
The originally boring journey became very lively due to Tang Cheng's plan to disguise the truck. Tang Cheng even asked the Yanlong brothers to cut a lot of branches with leaves and move them into the carriage for personal disguise. After
After everyone put on a disguise, the truck obviously looked very different from yesterday. Not only was the truck covered with trees, but there was also a lookout post on the roof of the truck. Hou San, who had the best eyesight, looked at the truck from time to time with his binoculars.
They would look around at the sky, and even their helmets were covered with small branches with leaves.
Two hours later, the Japanese plane that Tang Cheng had been worried about did not appear, but he never dared to relax his vigilance. The straightforward Man Niu even quietly asked Tang Cheng if he could mount his Czech-style light machine gun.
Go up on the roof of the car and wait for the Japanese planes to arrive and hit them. Tang Cheng, who was dumbfounded by him, picked up the branch in his hand, knocked the bull's helmet hard several times, and cursed: "You think
Is this a heavy machine gun? Do you still think that a light machine gun can really shoot down a Japanese plane?"
After lunch time, the roar of aircraft engines finally appeared in the sky, which had been alerted by Tang Cheng. The nervous driver, who had already been tormented by Tang Cheng, drove the truck off the roadbed and stopped without any orders from Tang Cheng.
As soon as everyone in the carriage jumped out of the truck and lay down carrying the branches and vines in their hands, a Japanese fighter plane with plaster flags on its wings flew over the highway.
Tang Cheng, who was lying in the field, looked at the Japanese fighter planes flying north and smiled with satisfaction. Tang Cheng was very satisfied with this escape, but still asked everyone not to take it lightly, because Tang Cheng believed that the fighter plane that just passed by
The Japanese aircraft was probably just a reconnaissance aircraft. In fact, Tangcheng's worries were unnecessary. This Japanese aircraft was indeed just a reconnaissance aircraft. It was just that the Japanese reconnaissance aircraft took a break and came along the road to take a look. No convoy was found.
We flew back directly. The large number of Japanese fighter planes that Tangcheng was worried about did not exist.
In fact, Tang Cheng didn't know much about airplanes. He couldn't even tell the difference between fighter jets and bombers. He only learned the word reconnaissance aircraft from the mouths of a few sentries in Lashio. The dispatch of fighter planes was not something Tang Cheng imagined.
Dispatching out like a swarm, the conventional bombing mission is to first eliminate the reconnaissance planes for target reconnaissance, and then after discovering the target, the reconnaissance planes call bombers and escort fighter jets. Since the Japanese reconnaissance plane just did not detect their existence, it naturally
There will be no follow-up bombers and escort fighters.
The previous calmness returned to the top of the head. Tangcheng and the others continued to wait for more than half an hour. Seeing that there was really no danger, they resumed their journey to Mandalay. "This is too much trouble, *** little devil.
Why are there so many planes? Didn’t we say that we also have planes? Why don’t we see our planes flying in the sky?” After noon, Tangcheng and the others encountered several groups of Japanese reconnaissance planes, but they all had no escapes.
They hid, but when Tang Cheng looked at Hou San and the others, their mood was not very good.
"You guys stop complaining. You are better off alive than anything else. The only thing you need to do is get on and off the bus more times. Look at the complaints on your faces. How about I leave weapons and ammunition for you guys?
Just stay here and get in trouble with the kid's plane. Don't delay us going to Mandalay." Tang Cheng scolded him with a cold face. Only then did Hou San and others calm down. If they really left them in the
This place where birds don't lay eggs doesn't even need Japanese planes to bombard it. They can drive themselves crazy on their own.
Huang Hanju, who had always been a bystander, secretly gave Tang Cheng a thumbs up. Although Hou San and others were all good players, these guys were unruly and unruly people. That is to say, Tang Cheng could control them.
There was no way he could even think about touching any of them. As he got closer to Mandalay, Burmese people wearing "longji" began to appear one after another along the highway. They didn't know that Myanmar was also a country with many people like China.
In the eyes of Tangcheng people, all Burmese people wearing "Longji" are the same.
The first time I saw a man wearing a skirt, Hou San and the others in the carriage lifted up the tarpaulin of the carriage, squatted on the back panel and looked out. These Burmese people wearing "longji" looked very uneasy.
However, they were very interested in the cigarettes thrown out of the carriage by Hou San, and sometimes two or three people would snatch a cigarette. Tangcheng did not care that "Longji" is the national costume of Myanmar. In Tangcheng's view, "Longji"
"Ji" means skirts. He has never had a good impression of men wearing skirts, whether they are Asians or barbarians from that European island. This made Tang Cheng lose interest in having a "China-Myanmar friendship" and just told Hou
3. They can't let these Burmese people get too close to the truck.
When the truck passed through a small town, Tang Cheng finally couldn't bear Huang Hanju's request and finally ordered the truck to stop in this town to get some hot meals. Since leaving Kunming, Tang Cheng and the others had not stopped along the road, even if they stopped for
After adding water and fuel, Tangcheng did not allow the people on board to stray too far from the truck. Even when they were queuing up to cross the bridge in Wanding, Tangcheng still did not agree to let everyone go to the market by the Wanding river.
Perhaps because Myanmar has such a small population, the town where they parked in Tangcheng looked not much bigger than a village in rural China. If it hadn't been for this road that ran through the town, there might not have been a need for this town to exist.
The truck bumped all the way into the town. A group of Burmese children chased the truck laughing and playing. Some Burmese people sat on the ground in front of their homes and looked at Hou San and the others inside the tailgate of the carriage. The driver slowly drove away under Tang Cheng's orders.
While driving the car, Manniu was holding a light machine gun and observing the surroundings vigilantly.
What Tang Cheng was worried about did not appear. The Burmese people in the town were curious that the soldiers in military uniforms were no longer there. Since the Japanese army invaded Myanmar, many soldiers in military uniforms like Tang Cheng and others have appeared here. "Dice,
You and Manniu Zhao's family ask them to cook some hot meals for us, and the others are free to do so, but they can't go too far away from the truck."