The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 438 We Can’t Lose a Few Lives for Three Bastards

In fact, this resentment has been accumulating for a long time.

As the only channel for White Eagle to provide supplies to the Republic of China, the importance of Stevenson Highway is self-evident.

Myitkyina was an important logistical transfer node on this transport route. Large quantities of White Eagle aid materials landed at Chittagong or Yangon Port, and were transported by rail or road to the storage areas outside Myitkyina, and then entered Yunnan Province in the rear of the Republic of China via the Stevenson Highway.

Therefore, White Eagle not only set up permanent motorized transport troops and engineering troops here to protect the Stevenson Highway.

There are also instructors, consultants, intelligence officers and other personnel from the Allied South Asia Theater, totaling thousands of people.

Although most of these White Eagle soldiers are good family men who volunteered to join the army to defend their country, and have not fallen to the terrible level of "thieves joining the army" before Zhang Chi traveled through time, with so many White Eagle soldiers stationed in the local area, there has been constant friction between them in daily life.

There are always small problems such as fighting in bars, buying things without paying, and forced buying and selling.

So Zhang Chi deliberately marked out an entire open space outside Myitkyina for them to build a camp and station there alone. Ostensibly, this was to avoid disputes, but in fact it was also a form of "encirclement and control."

What Zhang Chi did not say directly was very clear: We are allies in this world war, and the Anmin Army needs the assistance of the White Eagle, that's all right, but please behave yourself and don't cause trouble.

Stevenson, the commander-in-chief of the South Asia Theater, also knew that Zhang Chi was not the kind of person who would obey orders when he was bullied, so he later strictly ordered the White Eagle soldiers not to leave the camp without reason.

But obviously, it is impossible to expect these soldiers to always abide by the law.

Sure enough, there was trouble.

Soon, the 2nd Military Police Regiment's convoy arrived outside the White Eagle garrison. As the military police jumped off the trucks, countless boots dropped heavily to the ground. These officers and soldiers quickly dispersed and surrounded the barracks.

Inside the gate, several White Eagle soldiers stood in the guardhouse, their faces filled with shock and confusion. They quickly picked up the phone to inform the battalion headquarters.

"This is the gate, calling the commander. A group of security forces have surrounded us. They are fully armed. I repeat, fully armed!"

At almost the same time, an alarm sounded in the base.

Outside, Military Police Major Wei Hezheng, wearing a dark green uniform, stood on a jeep, looking coldly at the white wooden stake wall.

"Don't tell me they're still thinking of hiding people at this time."

As he whispered this, a military translator behind him came forward with a microphone, and a loudspeaker was set up on a truck in the distance.

"Tell them this is an ultimatum. They have one hour to hand over the three perpetrators of the police injury. Otherwise, it will be considered as harboring a criminal, and the Security Forces will take legal action..."

The translator immediately began speaking into the microphone in Angsa.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew up a lot of dust on the ground. The White Eagle soldiers in the guardhouse looked at the officers and soldiers of the Security Army holding weapons and swallowed subconsciously.

He knew that the person on the other side was serious this time.

He now hated the three guys who had caused trouble and were hiding. After all, if a conflict broke out, they, the "gatekeepers", would be the first to bear the brunt.

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The appearance of the Anmin Army's heavy firepower unit completely changed the atmosphere in the White Eagle base.

At 12:07 am, the White Eagle base outside Myitkyina was surrounded like an iron barrel.

Several M3 half-track vehicles painted with the shield emblem of the Security Army arrived, and the 75mm mountain cannons towed behind them were being unloaded, with the muzzles raised high and aimed at the east entrance and exit of the camp.

What made the White Eagle soldiers inside gasp was the three Sherman tanks rumbling in from behind. The roar of their tracks rolling over the mud seemed to be pressing on their hearts.

The garrison consisted of a motorized transport unit of over 1000 men and a mechanized engineer unit of over 2000 men, plus some instructors and advisors. They had few weapons and low combat effectiveness, so theoretically they didn't need to perform combat duties.

The White Eagle soldiers on the watchtower were fully armed and had set up their M2HB heavy machine guns, but they still looked nervous. After all, no one wanted to lose their life because of the mistakes made by three bad guys.

In the small square inside the camp, hundreds of White Eagle soldiers gathered in twos and threes, looking at the artillery muzzles, tanks and dense swarms of military police in the distance. Some of them paced back and forth anxiously, and some even cursed under their breath.

"Oh my God, what's going on? Are they serious?"

"Damn, they brought tanks just to deal with us?"

"Tanks?! Or our Shermans? Oh my god!"

"God damn it! Colonel Peterson shouldn't have protected those three bastards. Now they've completely pissed off the Chinese!"

More soldiers hid in the barracks, resigning themselves to their fate and waiting for their superiors to resolve the standoff.

Inside the command post, the telephone rang continuously. Colonel Peterson, the highest-ranking officer at Camp White Eagle, was on the phone with the South Asia Theater Command, his face livid.

"Sir, we're in a dangerous standoff. The National Security Army is outside the camp with tanks and artillery. They're demanding we hand over three soldiers who allegedly attacked local police. No, sir, I promise, this is not a drill. Yes, yes, I know.

Yes, we are allies, but they are not bluffing.”

At that moment, a staff officer hurried in and said in a low voice, "Colonel, our men are getting increasingly nervous. Some officers and instructors are gathered outside, demanding that you hand over those three criminals."

"Criminal? No, how can a soldier of the great United States become a criminal in a foreign country? I will never allow this to happen!" Although his anxious head was covered with sweat, Colonel Peterson was still hysterically resisting reality.

In an empty room next door, three suspects - Corporal Robert McKinley of the Engineer Company, Woodland Smith of the Supply Department, and Joe Brady, a black corporal in the military band - were held there and "guarded" by armed guards.

Everything that is happening now is caused by them. They went out drinking without permission last night, caused trouble in the morning, injured a patrolman on the street, and then fled into the station.

On the other side, Stevenson urgently called Zhang Chi, but...

Secretary Liu at the front desk of the office said: "Yes, I'm sorry, General Zhang went to inspect the grassroots troops. His itinerary is highly confidential. I'm sorry that I can't contact him at the moment."

After making several calls, Stevenson shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "No one, whether it's Zhang, Tan, or Kang, is here. Apparently, they don't want to answer calls from an old guy like me."

The staff officer nearby asked nervously, "What should we do? There are less than 10 minutes left until the ultimatum."

"I can only hand it over to their military police. I can't risk a conflict with my allies just for three scum. It's not worth starting a war for them and losing another ally."

Peterson soon received the order, and he suddenly felt all his strength leave him.

He took a deep breath and had to say to his adjutant, "Go ahead and hand those three guys over to the people outside the gate."

The adjutant's eyes widened. "Sir, are you sure? If we do this, we'll set a precedent... Those three soldiers are..."

"What? Innocent? We all know they are guilty, and their reckless actions have put thousands of fellows in danger. Go ahead and follow orders."

The adjutant saluted, secretly complaining that it was Peterson who had originally protected the three prisoners, and now he was handing them over. To be honest, he had some contempt for such a timid leader, but he was also unwilling to bear the responsibility of opening fire on his allies.

In short, it would be great if it could be resolved peacefully.

The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, three White Eagle soldiers were handed over.

Their hair was disheveled and they looked panicked. After their military ranks were torn off, they were taken onto trucks by several fully armed gendarmes of the National Security Army.

No beating, no humiliation, everything is done within the framework.

But the anger and indifference in the eyes of the military police still made them feel like they were falling into an icy cave.