"ah?"

Shi Jian was stunned when he heard this.

Because happiness came too suddenly, Shi Jian was even at a loss.

Shi Jian, the big spy leader who could scare children in Southeast Asia in twenty years and dare not cry at night, was just a simple college student who was only eighteen years old.

Fang Jianwei turned his gaze to several other students and said, "Where are you?"

Several other students began to report their names to Fang Jianwei.

"My name is Ye Feng."

"My name is Ye Lei, and Ye Feng is my brother."

"My name is Han Zhaofeng, and my brother serves in the Returning Nanqiao Mechanical Workers' Group."

"My name is Chen Zeping, sir, I have strong comparative skills."

"My name is Jiang Zi. My family sells locks. I am good at unlocking locks and various locks."

"My name is Liu Yang, my name is Wei Yong, sir. I have practiced martial arts and have great strength."

Looking at these energetic young students, Fang Jianwei suddenly felt that he was several years younger, and the blood in his blood vessels became hot again.

"Okay, very good!" Fang Jianwei said happily, "You are the core backbone of the Myanmar Revival Society. As for more specific positions, it depends on your performance in your future work!"

"Now I'm going to give you the first mission."

"The most urgent task is to mobilize more students like you."

"Mobilize all the students of your age, the more the better."

"After you mobilize all your classmates, you must protect your compatriots who flee to Myanmar."

"You not only have to ensure their lives are safe and not bullied by foreigners and Burmese people, but also can't let them be hungry. If you get sick, you are also responsible for finding a doctor to treat them."

"Anyway, no compatriot is allowed to die of hunger!"

"I heard it clearly, no compatriot is allowed to die of hunger!"

"Yes!" Shi Jian and more than a dozen young students nodded solemnly.

Fang Jianwei said again: "If you encounter someone who is not open to your eyes or is provoking trouble, but you can't solve it, even if you go to the Intelligence Department of the Chief of the Myanmar War Zone to find me, I will be responsible for resolving it for you!"

"Yes!" Shi Jian and others were immediately excited when they heard this.

This feeling of having a backstage and backing is so good!

From this moment on, they were finally no longer orphans!

...

The Chief Officer of the Myanmar War Zone.

Zhang Shiliang walked back to the war room quickly, and Zhong Yi asked, "Is the person leaving?"

"Let's go." Zhang Shiliang nodded and said, "He is a director of the Yangon Police Department."

"A chief of Yangon Police?" Zhong Yi said, "What's the matter with me?"

"The complaint." Zhang Shiliang smiled, "because of an ordinary fight on the street, the two parties involved in the fight were a group of Burmese students and a group of Chinese students."

"Battle?" Zhong Yi said sneeringly, "It must be the Burmese students who are provoking trouble."

"I think so too." Zhang Shiliang said, "Chinese students in Nanyang have always been low-key and never cause trouble. How could they fight with others on the street?"

Zhong Yi said: "This is a way to throw a stone to ask for directions."

"Take a stone to ask for directions? What does it mean?" Mr. Zhang said in confusion.

Zhong Yi said coldly: "The meaning of the Myanmar police is very simple. If we let go or deal with it in a low-key manner, they will dare to take ruthless measures against Chinese students who fled into Myanmar in the future! On the other hand, if we intervene, they will have some concerns when dealing with similar emergencies in the future! At least they dare not take ruthless measures."

Zhang Shiliang said: "If this is the case, we must not be low-key!"

"Of course you can't be low-key!" Zhong Yi said, "You will go to the Yangon Police Station on your behalf..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Jianwei's voice suddenly came in from outside the door: "Adminton Zhang, don't go."

"Jianwei? Why are you back?" Zhong Yi said in surprise, "The Yangon Station is completed so soon?"

"How is this possible?" Fang Jianwei coughed lightly and said a little embarrassedly, "I haven't even selected a suitable address yet, how can I set it up?"

"Then why are you coming back?" Zhong Yi asked angrily.

"This is not for the sake of the students." Fang Jianwei said what happened just now.

Zhong Yi smiled and asked back, "So, don't you want the superiors to interfere in this matter?"

"Yes." Fang Jianwei nodded, "Although the chief intervenes, things have become simple, they have only covered up the surface contradictions, and it has not been resolved."

"That's right." Zhong Yi nodded and said, "Then I won't care about this."

"Team, don't worry." Fang Jianwei said, "Those students can."

Zhong Yi nodded lightly and said, "I will just say one thing, don't be scruples!"

After a pause, Zhong Yi continued, "I don't care about other lands, but in Myanmar, even if you break the sky, I can take care of you!"

While speaking, a harsh air defense alarm suddenly sounded outside the combat room.

The next moment, Stilwell hurried in and said anxiously: "Zhong, the Japanese army has begun bombing Yangon, let's move to the underground bunker as soon as possible."

"No," Zhong Yi said, "This is just a symbolic bombing."

While speaking, there was a squeaking sound from shells flying through the air.

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous explosions, and even the ground under my feet began to tremble violently.

However, the head of the Myanmar War Zone was not bombed from beginning to end. As Zhong Yi guessed, this was just a symbolic bombing by the Japanese Air Force, just a military demonstration!

Stilwell looked over and asked Zhong Yi: "Zhong, without the support of the Air Force, this battle is difficult to fight. Otherwise, the Royal Air Force fighter jets in India will be seconded to Myanmar?"

"The British will not borrow it." Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "What's more, the Royal Air Force has only less than fifty fighter jets in India, and such weak air power is useless."

"That's better than nothing," Stilwell said disapprovingly.

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of you." Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "My opinion has always been, either not to fight. If you want to fight, you must beat your opponent in pain, crippled, or useless!"

Stilwell's heart moved and said, "Zhong, you seem to have an idea?"

"Yes, I have a rough idea." Zhong Yi nodded and said, "But I don't know how many planes can be."

"In terms of the number of fighter jets, including Curtis, several domestic aircraft manufacturers are already working at full capacity." Stilwell said in contemplation, "But the first thing to guarantee at this stage is the European battlefield and the African battlefield. The number of battlefields that can be distributed to Asian battlefields will not be too many."

Zhong Yi said: "Not too much, how much is it?"

Stilwell thought for a while and replied, "It's about two hundred aircraft a month."

"Too few! Two hundred aircraft are too few!" Zhong Yi frowned and said, "At least five hundred aircraft are needed!"
Chapter completed!