Chapter 272 Promotion? Brigadier General? (First update!)

"What? So many?" Stilwell was shocked. He had originally been thinking of using various reasons to convince the other party to accept these natives.

The results of it?
The other party agreed immediately.

He even said that it was not enough and that five hundred thousand was needed.

And judging from what he said, it was clear that 500,000 was not enough, and he might ask for more later.

This surprised him greatly.

What are we doing with so many natives?
Are you really going to use it as cannon fodder?
What use are these untrained natives?
A single charge by a German armored regiment could wipe out an entire army of 100,000 men.

This is no exaggeration at all.

So Lieutenant General Stilwell suspected that Sir Somerville might have other ideas.

As for what ideas.

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand.

"General Stilwell, I think the British army recruited these natives to widen the canal." The adjutant pondered for a while and felt that their real purpose should be to recruit these natives to widen the canal.

"Wide the canal? Widen it with manpower? Is Sir Somerville crazy? Does he know how many people will be killed or injured? I'm afraid only one in ten will survive." Stilwell was confused. Widen the canal?
Are you afraid that these natives won't die fast enough?

You should know that the construction of this canal mobilized two million workers and ultimately resulted in 120,000 deaths or injuries.

Although it is being expanded now, it does not mean there are no risks.

No wonder the other party accepted all these 100,000 people and even said that they needed 500,000.

This is going to cost human lives.

"Maybe even half a million isn't enough." The adjutant's words made the atmosphere in the headquarters even more solemn.

This is not the last century. No matter how many casualties there are, it will not have much impact.

If there are too many casualties now, there will really be problems.

Ok!

Actually, there won’t be any problem.

It was just that Stilwell was overthinking.

The Axis powers killed so many people, but no one condemned them.

The British army also harmed many of its allies.

No one dared to say anything after the French fleet was sunk, right?

Everything is determined by strength.

As long as you are strong enough, who dares to complain?
Thinking of this, Stilwell took a deep breath and then said.

"Send a telegram to Cun Yunsheng and tell him that the war in North Africa is urgent and more soldiers are needed. Ask him to urge the natives to recruit more natives."

Hearing this, the adjutant thought of the generous gift that Cun Yunsheng received every month, and thought he could help him out, so he plucked up the courage to speak.

"General Stilwell, I'm afraid that if we don't come up with more reasons, those natives are not fools. Hundreds of thousands of people have been conscripted, and most of them can't return."

"Once the natives learn that their soldiers cannot return, they will surely riot again. At that time..."

The adjutant did not say anything else, but the meaning was very clear.

Because according to Somerville, there might be more soldiers to be recruited later.

After all, soldiers are needed everywhere.

"What do you have in mind?" Lieutenant General Stilwell pondered for a while, felt that what his adjutant said made sense, and then asked.

The adjutant said without hesitation.

"Promotion!"

“???” Stilwell looked at the other party blankly, not knowing what the other party meant.

Can this problem be solved by getting promoted?
This was the first time he heard of it.

However, seeing that his adjutant seemed confident, Stilwell signaled him to continue.

"General Stilwell, we have to admit that the Sichuan Army is behind those natives, and they have all been helped by the Sichuan Army to varying degrees," the adjutant explained.

And Stilwell nodded, indicating that he should continue.

In fact, this is also what he is concerned about.

That is, the relationship between these natives and the Sichuan Army is indeed good.

This made him feel a little worried.

However, he didn't think highly of this rainforest area at all.

Even psychologically, there was a sense of satisfaction with the way the Sichuan Army was taking care of these natives.

After all, his mission was to deal with the Japanese troops in the Southeast Asian war zone.

It would be even better if the colonies of the British Empire could be dismembered at the same time.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

The British Empire's influence in Indochina was greatly weakened.

However, the weakened colony was taken advantage of by the Sichuan Army Corps to seize some of its power.

He supports this.

Compared with the British Empire, the Sichuan Army was very easy to control.

"Go on." Stilwell signaled his adjutant to continue.

"It is foreseeable that once there are heavy casualties among the natives we recruited, they will definitely riot. Why would those natives of Burma help the Japanese army attack us? It's because the British rule is too brutal." The adjutant said in preparation.

Hearing this, Stilwell fell silent.

This period has been reviewed, and one conclusion reached is that the British army was too harsh during the colonial period, which led to the Burmese natives all taking the initiative to provide intelligence and even supplies to the Japanese army.

Therefore, he took his adjutant's words to heart.

"If a riot breaks out, the only one we can rely on is the Sichuan Army, but their current strength is still too small. Compared with the natives, more than 10,000 people are not enough at all." The adjutant had no idea how many people there were in the Sichuan Army, but subconsciously thought that they only had more than 10,000 people.

Most of them are cannon fodder, and only a small number are elite.

After all, the Sichuan Army was truly famous for only a few infantry battalions that fought quite well.

We really can't blame the other party. It's just that the natives of Indochina are so lame.

"So you mean to promote them?" Stilwell immediately understood the adjutant's thoughts.

It is nothing more than promoting someone to win over the other side and make them fight against the allies.

Do not!
Or it could be said that the US military is more loyal.

This is a good idea.

After thinking about the performance of the Sichuan Army in the past six months, Stilwell spoke.

"You are right. I will make a suggestion to Yamashiro to have his rank raised."

As a result, the adjutant simply shook his head and said.

"No, General Stilwell, I suggest that you promote him yourself."

"Huh?" Stilwell was stunned and looked at the other party in confusion.

But he reacted quickly.

Yes!

He was responsible for promotion of military rank, which was completely different from Shancheng.

Thinking of this, Stilwell pondered for a while and then said.

"You are right. I will be responsible for the promotion. The Sichuan Army Corps will be labeled as ours. What do you think of promoting him to brigadier general?" You know, Stilwell himself was only a lieutenant general. If he was promoted directly to major general, what would happen next?
And judging from the momentum of the Sichuan Army, it is obvious that they are heading straight for Luzon Island.

The promotion is too fast now, what should I do next?

So after much thought, I feel that brigadier general is the most suitable.

"General Stilwell, this is a wise decision. I believe the Sichuan Army will be grateful." The adjutant said with a smile and flattering.

Hearing this, Stilwell chuckled.

.........

When he learned that Stilwell wanted to promote his military rank, Cun Yunsheng was stunned for a long time.

"What's this old man up to?" He held it in for a long time before he finally said this.

Because he couldn't figure out no matter how hard he tried, why did this old guy promote his military rank for no reason?
Is this a brain seizure?

"brigadier?"

"Isn't this too shabby?"

"At least I should be given the rank of major general." Meng curled his lips in disgust.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng replied unhappily.

"Major General? What good things are you thinking?"

That guy Fettig has been messing around in Mindanao for so long, but he is only promoted to the rank of brigadier general.

The results of it?
That guy Mai Paopao wasn’t even given the rank of brigadier general.

So, brigadier general is not a low rank.

Moreover, Stilwell himself was only a three-star lieutenant general, and two years later he was only a four-star general.

As for the five-star general, there is no chance.

"But you're right about one thing, that is, old man Stilwell is really too stingy. If nothing else, he should at least give us the equipment of two American-equipped divisions. But in the end he only gave us a military rank. What a joke." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but complain.

He really has no interest in military rank or anything like that.

It’s better to do something practical.

"Commander, I think if you accept Stilwell's promotion, you will probably offend those people in Shancheng." Suddenly, Meng Fanle blurted out this sentence, which scared Cun Yunsheng.

What the hell!

It really is!
The guy from Shancheng really doesn't have a very good tolerance.

"You're right. The people in Shancheng are really not very tolerant. There's a saying that goes, 'It's better to let my fellow Taoist die than to let me die.' If they practice Taoism, they will definitely become enlightened people." Cun Yunsheng said jokingly.

"What?" Meng Fan was stunned and didn't understand what Cun Yunsheng meant.

"It's very simple. They only think about protecting themselves. When something happens, they sell out their friendly forces. They are almost the same as the British troops. Isn't it better to let your friends die than to let me die?" Cun Yunsheng explained casually.

Hearing this, Meng Fan thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed a very appropriate description.

Aren't these ragtag troops meant to be betrayed?

"So are you going to reject Stilwell's proposal?" Meng asked angrily.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng sighed lightly, then shook his head and said.

"We are still working under Stilwell, so we cannot offend him too much. We must obey his orders. The man in Shancheng is not very tolerant and cannot tolerate a ragtag army like us."

"Even if we can endure it, his direct troops will look down on us."

"At least under Stilwell, we are the only ones he can rely on."

"Without the title of being directly under the Allied Command, our role and status will not be that important. Those big guys are willing to deal with us because we can get American equipment and rice."

Cun Yunsheng is still very sensible when it comes to his own understanding.

Since his own strength has not reached that level, he has to continue to cling to Stilwell.

The troops stationed in India are the second example. After being directly under the Allied Command, their treatment and weapons and equipment have increased significantly.

"What if the mountain city..." Meng Fanle didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the meaning was very clear.

What if Shancheng gets angry?

"It shouldn't happen. Now that American aid has been temporarily cut off, they dare not offend Stilwell too much. It may even add icing on the cake." After some analysis, Cun Yunsheng felt that with the awareness of Shancheng, who knew the current affairs, he would definitely not offend Stilwell at this time.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Cun Yunsheng patted Meng Fanle's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Hearing this, Meng Fan nodded, then asked worriedly.

"What about these 500,000 natives?"

"Give it to him. Didn't they capture a lot of native prisoners? We were originally racking our brains over how to deal with them. Now we can just pack them up and send them over. This time, let Annan recruit 300,000 people, mainly the natives near Hanoi."

"Tell them that this is a huge honor. Working for the British will definitely pay them well. As long as they perform well, the British may be kind enough to allow them to live in the British Isles."

"This is pie in the sky. Being the world's number one superpower, what a prestigious title."

At the end, Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but sneer.

When it comes to sarcasm, he is absolutely top-notch.

"Ah? Is this true?" Meng Fanle, who didn't know the truth, asked subconsciously.

"Pfft..." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help laughing.

"Do you really believe it?"

"Okay, 500,000 is definitely not enough. Let Rangoon, Siam, Cambodia, and Annan mobilize at least 600,000, no, 900,000. Add to the 100,000 we had before, and we will get just enough to give the British one million. Anyway, the British are rich and they can afford it."

This is really affordable.

Two meals a day is enough.

It’s not far to load the grain from Tianzhu and pull it to the canal.

And now it is blocked in the canal and cannot get through.

It's better to act as a transport ship.

"Do they have so many ships?" Meng was confused.

This is not 100,000 people, but 900,000 people.

Normally, a transport ship can only carry about 10,000 people, and this is the maximum.

When will the one million be delivered?

"Is it important? They have experience. Believe me, they have plenty of experience in transportation. After all, they started this business hundreds of years ago." Cun Yunsheng said meaningfully.

Hearing this, Meng Fanle understood instantly and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

It really is!
When it comes to transportation, they are really experienced.

"The vacated lands can be given to the hungry people to cultivate. Your father's academy can also be expanded at the same time. These days, we must be more literate. Knowledge can change our destiny." Cun Yunsheng patted Meng Fanle's shoulder again and said solemnly.

It was not until this time that Meng Fanle truly witnessed Cun Yunsheng's methods.

"Yes, Commander." Meng Fan was completely convinced and responded quickly.

"There is one more thing. Send a telegram to the Fourth War Zone and ask them to help contact the mine-laying guerrillas." Suddenly, Cun Yunsheng seemed to remember something and gave the order.

"Mine-laying guerrillas? What is this?" Meng Fanle's brain suddenly froze. What was this?

"There is a guerrilla team that specializes in laying mines for Japanese warships in the waters behind enemy lines. They are quite skilled and have a good record. The Fourth War Zone must know about it. Let them find a way to contact them and tell them that they don't need to go into the water to lay mines in the future. I have a special mine-laying ship and they can come over." Cun Yunsheng felt a little sad when he thought of these unsung heroes.

"Do you want them to teach our troops how to conduct landing operations?" Meng Fanle came back to his senses and immediately understood Cun Yunsheng's idea.

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)