Chapter 2, The British Thief

If it were a usual day, the Chinese army, which held almost no status among the Allies, would certainly retreat. However, the current situation left Song Yuhang no choice but to stand firm. He had long been harboring a pent-up frustration and understood that if he did not take decisive action today—such as issuing orders to execute British and Indian officers, undermining the internal relations of the Allies, or intimidating the Allied commanders—any one of these actions would be enough to land him in serious trouble. Even with his distinguished background, he would likely find himself in a predicament, facing a multitude of issues. If he did not take decisive action today—such as issuing orders to execute British and Indian officers, undermining the internal relations of the Allies, or intimidating the Allied commanders—any one of these actions would be enough to land him in serious trouble. Even with his distinguished background, he would likely find himself in a predicament, facing a multitude of issues.

Xu Tuan was startled by Song Yuhang's loud shout. The half of Song Yuhang's face stained with blood resembled a vengeful spirit as he fixed his gaze on Xu Tuan and shouted, "What crime is armed assault against law enforcement officers?"

Xu Tuan saw a glimmer of beast-like desire in Song Yuhang's eyes

Moreover, I have always had a pleasant collaboration with this young master. Why has he caused trouble today? After listening to Song Yuhang's ramblings, Scott, who was utterly perplexed, finally understood that this young master was seeking compensation

Xu Tuanan wore an awkward expression and explained helplessly: "They are the Allied forces and must go through judicial procedures to report to the Allied Command. The final outcome must be executed by the British themselves"

Song Yuhang naturally understands English, but at this moment, he pretends to be completely bewildered, continuously accusing the Indian guards of armed attacks on the Allied military police

Invited to the second floor, Song Yuhang feigned a relaxed demeanor as he savored authentic British coffee, completely oblivious to the blood occasionally dripping from his head. This shocking scene left Scott increasingly unsettled. He knew that at this moment, there was a fully assembled division of the Chinese army in Tonggu City, comprising over 18,000 troops, along with a mechanized cavalry regiment directly under the military command, and more than 20,000 personnel from engineering and gendarmerie units. In contrast, he could only mobilize a few hundred mercenaries from India and Myanmar. The so-called British 1st Division stationed in Myanmar was merely a title, with its actual combat capability being almost negligible.

"Who killed my people, beat and assaulted British officers, and even vandalized the British Officers' Club? How dare they still demand compensation? What on earth is happening in this world? Is there still any justice?" Scott removed his soft-top military cap and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his sweat

Song Yuhang, who had taken two steps back, was supported by the guard. Slightly dizzy, he allowed the blood to flow and stopped a guard who attempted to staunch the bleeding. Everything was under control; the timing of his evasions and the force of the blows were just right. If he did not bleed, the strike would have been in vain.

All the Chinese soldiers present were momentarily taken aback

At this moment, the backbone of the British forces, Major General Scott, commander of the 1st Division stationed in Burma, finally made his appearance. Scott was well aware of Song Yuhang's background; he was the young master of the Song family, one of the four prominent families in China, and the nephew of Song Ziwen, the current Minister of Foreign Affairs. According to the customary practices of the Chinese, military law would likely be ineffective, unless one could invoke the orders from Chongqing. Otherwise, even if Du Yuming were to arrive, he would probably be at a loss.

"Damn it! Hitting so hard, do they want to cut off our source of income!" Furious, Mengzi and others, looking fierce and menacing, charged forward with two twenty-shot Mauser automatic pistols in hand. The six guards expended all two hundred and forty rounds from their twelve twenty-shot Mauser pistols on the corpse.

"What? So light? Didn't you just say to treat him as a rebel deserter?" Song Yuhang glared at Xu Tuan.

Under the incessant pestering of Song Yuhang, the British Army Brigadier General could only speak in disjointed Chinese: "I am Brigadier Peters Wade, Deputy Chief of Staff of the First Division of the British Expeditionary Force stationed in Burma! This is the British Army Senior Officers' Club, and you, Colonel, are fully responsible for today's incident! Now, take your troops and get out."

Song Yuhang naturally understood that the troops could not be easily withdrawn, so he spoke a lot of meaningless words, rambling on about various topics

Song Yuhang waved his hand to stop Xu Tuan's incessant chatter and said loudly: "The rules have changed! In accordance with the principles of strictness, severity, and promptness, the bandits who armedly attacked this Chief of Staff will be dealt with on the spot."

Song Yu, with a smile, left the guards at the steps and turned back to face the two Indian men. With a beaming smile, she whispered a few words to them. Xu Tuan noticed the facial muscles of the two Indian men twitching noticeably, while Song Yuhang continued to speak cheerfully to herself.

I, Laozi, am still resisting the Japanese!" Song Yuhang shouted at the top of his lungs, his fierce face and bloodstains startling Peters Wade greatly

The keenly perceptive Mengzi and others immediately pulled the British Army major out, forming a circle around him and launching a storm of punches and kicks.

Looking at Song Yuhang, who was still bleeding from his head but was solely focused on seeking more compensation, Scott felt a pang of sorrow. However, recalling Song Ziwen, who had once served as the Minister of Finance, it seemed not entirely surprising that someone like Song Yuhang emerged from such a family. Thus, he waved his hand to signal the agitated Peters Wade to remain silent.

Peters Weid's remarks were indeed not coherent enough, especially with the occasional inclusion of several English words, which gave a ridiculous impression of disconnection. However, the last few sentences were almost shouted out, and the word "roll" once again severely hurt Song Yuhang

With a loud shout from Song Yuhang, Xu Tuan, who was secretly smoking by the car, was caught off guard and coughed a few times. He quickly discarded the cigarette butt and ran towards Song Yuhang with a beaming smile, inwardly complaining about what was wrong with the young master today. Why was the usual method of using "rupee" not employed today? Or was it ineffective? It made no sense! The Indians are known to be the most money-oriented after all. Why was the usual method of using "rupee" not employed today? Or was it ineffective? It made no sense! The Indians are known to be the most money-oriented after all.

After Song Yuhang deliberately made a show of difficulty in standing up from the stool, he suddenly realized that the British major standing next to Chief of Staff Peters Wade looked very familiar. This fellow was actually mocking him with a contemptuous gaze.

"I protest! You barbarians!" The agitated Peters Wade was clearly very close to the British major who had been beaten.

Song Yuhang turned around to look at the tense guards behind him and shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for, * map * book?"

Reflecting on his background as a graduate of the 10th class of Huangpu, Xu Tuan, now thirty-six years old, could only silently lament the unfairness of fate as he found himself reduced to serving as an aide to a wealthy young master. However, he maintained a flawless exterior, standing at attention in front of Song Yuhang and saluting, saying: "Sir, how may I assist you?"

Under the eaves, Scott, while holding onto hope of sending someone to inform Diane, patiently negotiated with Song Yuhang.

The British major, who had been beaten, could only emit faint groans. Song Yuhang surveyed the silent hall and declared loudly: "Our military police were armedly attacked by Allied soldiers of Indian nationality while performing their duties. We now demand severe punishment for the perpetrators"

Xu Tuan was momentarily taken aback, gazing at the crowd of gendarmes around him. His lips trembled a few times before he declared loudly: "Send him to the military law office for detention! Twenty strokes of the baton"

The British brigadier general first glanced at Song Yuhang's military rank and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he was merely a Chinese army major, a position that, in the words of the Chinese, is as insignificant as a sesame seed. He then loudly said in English: "Major! Hasn't the Chinese army taught you how to behave when you meet a superior officer?"

Song Yuhang's words were utterly devoid of any value for Xu Tuan, yet what could he do at this moment? Xu Tuan let out a soft sigh, knowing that all he could do now was to quietly observe the unfolding situation

At that moment, Xu Tuan realized that he was in the same boat as Song Yuhang! No one dared to touch the young master of the Song family, while he and his companions might just become the unfortunate scapegoats! The terrifying consequences made Xu Tuan break out in a cold sweat, so he hurried to Song Yuhang's side. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yuhang waved his hand and said, "Brother Wending! I will handle everything myself; all responsibilities will fall on me. There is no need for further discussion at this moment."

Song Yuhang knew that the act was almost over, so he called a guard and casually wrapped a few rounds of bandages, transforming himself into an Indian three-a. He shot a fierce glare at the clumsy guard and headed straight for his goal: "With such a serious injury, it would be troublesome if there were any aftereffects left behind. I hope to go to 'Shersi' for a few weeks of recuperation"

Suddenly, an Indian man swung the wooden stick in his hand and struck Song Yuhang on the head. The unexpected turn of events left everyone stunned. Although they were allies, the British forces' harassment and the withholding of supplies had already greatly angered the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. How dare a lackey like this Indian man assault the Chief of Staff of the Chinese Expeditionary Force's Military Police?

Oh! Guidance? Song Yuhang murmured a couple of phrases softly. Unlike the monotonous meanings of English words, the diversity of meanings in Chinese characters can be considered an art form! Moreover, some people deliberately misinterpret them

Peters Wei understood that now was not the time to lose his temper. The Chinese man before him had gone mad, and he even believed that the Chinese man would not mind carrying out a small-scale massacre. After adjusting his emotions, he advised Song Yuhang in a soothing tone to withdraw his troops first, in order to avoid undermining the internal unity of the Allied forces.

With a fierce wave of his hand, Song Yuhang commanded the gendarmes to rush into the club. A British butler, dressed in formal attire and wearing white gloves, had just stepped forward to try to stop the gendarmes when he was immediately struck to the ground by the butt of a rifle from one of the gendarmes. In pain, he covered his mouth with his hand, and blood instantly stained the white gloves.

Song Yuhang pondered for a moment and asked in a tone that was almost gritted teeth: "Has the defense of Tonggu already been taken over by my 200th Division? Does the military gendarmerie have law enforcement authority within Tonggu City? Does this law enforcement authority extend to the Allied forces?"

After listening to Song Yuhang's accusations, Peters Weide's nose was almost bent out of shape from anger. I thought to myself, the so-called murderer has already been killed by you, and now there are no witnesses to the death, so you can say whatever you want.

If someone were to violently attack this Chief of Staff?" Song Yuhang's question caught Xu Tuan off guard, causing the wrinkles on his face to twitch sharply at the corners of his eyes. He then replied, "Handle it as a rebellion."

What? Song Yuhang's words seemed to have stepped on Scott's tail, and Scott furiously exclaimed: "No! That batch of military supplies belongs to the property of the British Empire's army! And the books

The bodies of two individuals were left unrecognizable, as stray bullets flew recklessly through the air, mingling with the screams of the people. This commotion alerted the guard platoon of the British command at the club's defense headquarters. Amidst the urgent sound of the whistle, over twenty British soldiers rushed out under the leadership of a lieutenant

Song Yuhang then took a stance and sat down heavily on the chair that the guard had brought over, wearing an expression of great grievance, scrutinizing the British man with a gaze akin to that of a judge examining a criminal. Upon seeing the other party's unfriendly demeanor, the British brigadier general hesitated for a moment, whispered a few words to a nearby major, and then made his way directly towards Song Yuhang.

Upon hearing Song Yuhang inquire about defense matters, Xu Tuan assumed that this coward, who had been stunned by the cannon fire, had come up with yet another money-making scheme. He hurriedly approached and said: "Indeed, everything has been handed over to us. The British military police withdrew the day before yesterday, and the British forces now have less than one battalion waiting for transfer! According to the correspondence from the Allied Command, in the absence of military police from the Allies, our unit has the right and obligation to guide the Allies."

Song Yuhang chuckled to himself, having found just the person he was looking for, and you even came to me willingly? He then waved his hand and pointed at the British army major, saying: "Hit him!"

A gray-haired British brigadier general, accompanied by a British major, quickly suppressed the disordered British officers. The once proud female companions and lovers now cowered behind the men. The so-called British gentlemen could only muster their spirits, staring timidly like fighting cocks at the gleaming bayonets of the Chinese gendarmes. They believed that if they resisted, these savage Chinese soldiers would be more than willing to drive their bayonets into them. However, the rational British gentlemen would not give the savages an opportunity, thus adopting an attitude of defiance, as if to say, "I will not resist; what can you do to me?"

"Disarm them!" At Song Yuhang's command, one hundred and sixty gendarmes surged in. The process of disarming was not smooth; the tall and strong British had the upper hand. Ultimately, after being subjected to the overwhelming physical force of the Chinese gendarmes, the British were disarmed.