The Wanding incident has come to an end. Due to the lack of respect, the troops of all parties did not cause any trouble after this time. The reorganization and training continued as if nothing had happened.
At the same time... Liao Mingyu, who was far away in India, was not relaxed either. He stayed in Ramgarh for two consecutive days but still failed to confirm the final plan.
On the first day of his arrival, the U.S. military and the British gave Liao Mingyu a lot of sugar-coated bombs, such as the Cross of Valor, the Medal of Honor, the Medal of Merit... There were cocktail parties and flattery, hoping to use this energy to impress him. It will also help promote the subsequent negotiations.
Liao Mingyu naturally accepts all comers. If you are willing to give it to me, I will be happy to take it. Anyway, there is no loss. As for the other things, I have to deal with them one by one.
The next day, Liao Mingyu, whose chest was covered with various medals, sat in the conference room with senior military officers from the United States and Britain. The two sides finally began to discuss the cooperation plan for the southern Myanmar operation.
The conditions of the Allies were very harsh. They needed Liao Mingyu's troops to continue attacking southern Myanmar, and set the ultimate goal in Malaysia, demanding that Myanmar and Singapore be recovered as fully as possible.
The most critical point is that Stilwell, a control freak, must take command of the 88th Army, and all military operations must obey the instructions and arrangements of the Allies, but it is definitely impossible for someone to agree to this.
"Oh...why can't you just give in? I'm not trying to seize your troops. I just hope that the entire army can act with a unified order in the next operations. This is not too much, right?"
Stilwell spread his hands and looked at Liao Mingyu who was leisurely drinking tea in front of him with great annoyance.
In addition to the weapons and equipment promised a few days ago, he also plans to allocate part of the supplies to support China to the 88th Army and provide all logistical forces, but some people don't seem to be that interested.
"General Stilwell, I admit that what you said is very tempting, but everyone has his own bottom line, and this cannot be changed. At least the conditions you gave... are not enough for me to compromise."
Liao Mingyu expressed his meaning unabashedly. There is no need to be secretive when talking to Americans, and everyone can save some time by being straightforward.
"OK...I finally understood the stubbornness of the Chinese people today, but you should also know what my temper is like."
Stilwell also lost his temper and offered such generous terms. I don’t know what this guy is thinking. Is it because the cannons are not good enough or the plane is not fast? If it were someone else, he would have been happy for a long time. What else could he refuse? of.
"General, I still say the same thing. I will attack Mandalay and Yangon as you requested... and clear out all the Japanese troops in southern Burma. There is no problem at all, but the command of the troops... With all due respect, I will not hand it over to anyone." .”
Liao Mingyu insisted on this point. Anyway, it is just one sentence. It is okay to work as required, but it is absolutely not okay for you to come over and point fingers at my people.
"Moreover, we are the only army left in Myanmar now. If we are also transferred back to the country, even if there are other troops behind to help defend Myanmar, they will never act according to your wishes. You should be very aware of this. clearly……"
These words hit Stilwell's weakness. The difficulty lies here. Originally, he wanted to use the president to put pressure on "Peanut" to agree to serve as the commander of the Army of the China Theater.
But it is obvious that the Chinese people care about the control of power almost pathologically. The bald man who always likes to monopolize power can not even trust many of his own people, so how can he have a finger-pointing person around him? What's more, this guy is his mortal enemy.
And if he doesn't cooperate with Liao Mingyu and the others, there will be no point in staying in Southeast Asia. Zhang Potian will continue to be a "logistics captain" to deliver nutrition to the Chinese people. This is the last thing Stilwell wants to see.
A British general couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly interjected: "But... do you think your Chinese army can face the Japanese alone? You must know that they still have hundreds of thousands of troops in Myanmar."
"Unifying combat instructions is inevitable. Only in this way can all armies exert their combat effectiveness most efficiently!"
"He wants to go it alone, what if it affects us?"
"I agree……"
Several British officers began to express their opinions, and they all expressed their reasons for supporting Stilwell's proposal. It was obvious that they had been colluding for a long time.
Liao Mingyu was not a vegetarian either. He snorted and retorted unceremoniously: "During the counterattack on Myanmar, when were we Chinese people not fighting bravely on the front line? In addition to calling for rescue at critical moments, the British army also did What?"
How dare a group of guys who achieve little and fail more than dare to be so shameless and still fucking influence you? The battle would be smoother without you.
"All right, stop arguing. Since you insist, I can give up the command of the troops, but the corresponding material assistance may be reduced."
Stilwell stopped everyone's quarrel and looked directly at Liao Mingyu: "According to what you said, can you guarantee that the next war will proceed smoothly until Malaysia is retaken?"
"Haha... It's too impatient to mention Malaysia before Myanmar has been resolved? Besides, do I still need to explain the combat effectiveness of my troops?"
Liao Mingyu sneered, his eyes facing each other without fear:
"But General Stilwell, can I take your words as a threat? This is too damaging to the trust between allies. If you don't succeed, then at worst, I and my troops will withdraw from the battlefield in Burma. "
Liao Mingyu looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, we both have needs for each other now, but the other party is obviously more urgent than him.
It's a good thing that the Yankees can get a large amount of supplies, but it doesn't matter if they can't get it. After all, they still have the system as a killer, and at worst, life will be tight in the future.
"No...my dear friend, don't get me wrong. That's not what General Stilwell meant. There must be no problem with the guaranteed supplies. I just hope that you can do what you promised, right? Joseph?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting worse and worse, Smith, who was next to him, quickly came over to smooth things over, and used his eyes to signal Stilwell not to push too hard.
"Jesus Christ...for God's sake, Liao, can't you...give us some face...?"
Smith even used half-baked Chinese in the last sentence, trying his best to please and make this happen.
"To be honest, my friend, that honest God is not as proud as you..." Liao Mingyu also joked in Chinese, but he already had a plan in mind.
Stilwell touched his cheek and said nothing, his eyes flickering with a trace of anxiety. The actual situation was like this, they had no other choice.
The United States has always focused on the European and Pacific battlefields, and has begun to adopt a conservative approach to Southeast Asia, focusing on maintaining the status quo. After all, the general trend is that after victory is achieved on the main battlefield, this stubborn area will naturally be solved, and there is no need to invest too much manpower and material resources.
And Stilwell didn't want to just hang around until the end of the war. He had to take the initiative in his own hands to create more opportunities. But if the other party really stops playing, it means losing this last chance.
"Okay, everyone...my troops can obey General Stilwell's strategic dispatch and coordinate with the military operations, but they will continue to maintain their independence in tactical arrangements and do not need any military advisors. This is my final bottom line. Otherwise, just go and have fun with the Japanese!"
Liao Mingyu suddenly stood up and looked around domineeringly. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Stilwell and said:
"General... In fact, you only need to ensure supplies, logistics and air force, and leave the rest to us. As for these British gentlemen... I think you should know their position better than me."
"What?"
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As soon as these words came out, the British guys sitting there were not happy and started chattering non-stop. What do you mean? Don’t you take us British gentlemen seriously?
"That's enough! Quiet!"
Stilwell slapped the table hard. Even though he was tall and thin, he was full of energy. The loud roar made people's eardrums hurt, and the scene fell silent instantly.
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