"Okay! Let your brothers have a full meal first and be prepared!"

Yang Fan nodded, then said to Meng Wuan: "You call General Stilwell now and ask him to come to our place as soon as possible."

"OK!"

Huang Hong immediately took the order and left.

Yang Fan walked into the restaurant accompanied by He Zhenshu and started having breakfast.

The breakfast is very rich, and it adopts a buffet model, including buns, steamed buns, fritters, eggs, milk, bread, tofu, etc.

"Boss, good news, good news!"

After having breakfast happily, Huang Hong walked into the restaurant excitedly. Before the person could come, he floated over: "Those guys have been holding on all night, but now they can't hold on anymore, so they all left!

Not only Deqin Aung San, but also Deqin Lape, Deqin Bajiang and Deqin Emi. As the boss expected, they were indeed Burmese traitors trained by the Japanese.

The Myanmar Independence Army was just two months after its founding, their leaders were all beaten up in one fell swoop. It was really satisfying, haha!”

Yang Fan smiled and nodded and said, "Very good. You can sort out the information and give it to him after Director Wang gets up, and then have someone go and talk to Aung San first to see if he can let him abandon the darkness and turn to the light!"

Meng Wuan asked in confusion: "Boss, why are you still keeping this bastard? Not only did they collude with the Japanese devils, they also cooperated to assassinate the staff of our transportation management department and massacre the Burmese people who helped us in China, their hands were covered with blood!"

Huang Hong nodded and said, "Yes, boss, as long as you are accomplice, there is no need to spoil it. We might as well follow the clues and kill him all!"

He had long formed an irreconcilable blood feud with the Japanese devils, and Meng Wuan and others could not rub the sand in their eyes. Although Aung San was not a Japanese, he would be willing to use it for Japan and would definitely die.

"Just do what I said! I have my own reasons!"

Yang Fan waved his hand. The reason why he insisted on letting Wang Zhijun communicate first was not a woman's kindness. It was mainly because Aung San was baptized by red in his early years and even served as the General Secretary of the Communist Party of Myanmar. In general, he once had a strong sense of identity with redism.

When the British colonial authorities wanted him in the first half of this year, Aung San had to board a Norwegian seaship "Haili" controlled by Chinese seafarers, and set off from Yangon to Xiamen City for help from the Chinese Communist Party.

However, by accident, Aung San and others were intercepted by the Japanese secret service agencies that had been paying close attention to their whereabouts during their stay in Xiamen. Under the persuasion of the Japanese secret service, Aung San decided to cooperate with Japan to resist Britain and since then he left the Communist Party.

With this relationship, Yang Fan felt that there was a great opportunity to let Aung San use it for his own use. In this way, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort. Not only could he avoid the threat of Burmese traitors lurking in the dark, but he could also in turn eliminate the Japanese spies infiltrating Myanmar.

As for what Aung San had done before, Yang Fan didn't care too much. After all, Aung San's main intention was to resist British colonialism and regain Myanmar's independence.

And later, when Aung San realized the cruelty and ambition of the Japanese, he turned a frown with the Japanese devils and led the Myanmar Independence Army to launch the War of Resistance Against Japan, and finally cooperated with the Chinese, British and American troops to drive the Japanese devils out of Myanmar.

Therefore, as long as Aung San can stop his horse, Yang Fan doesn't mind giving him a chance to be reborn, otherwise he will only kill the future founding father of Myanmar in the cradle.

"Okay! I understand!"

Seeing that Yang Fan's tone was firm, Huang Hong nodded quickly.

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Well, you have worked hard all night. After you have finished explaining the work in your hands, you can go and have a rest first!"

After waiting in the winery for nearly an hour, Stilwell drove into the manor in a Jeep military vehicle, with the same car as American Brigadier General Martin and a Chinese translator David.

After a greeting and introducing each other, Yang Fan walked to the back row of his military jeep with a suitcase. Meng Wuan felt that he had walked to the driver's seat, while Liao Youtian sat next to Yang Fan.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Wuan drove his car with Stilwell and the other two to the Yangon Command of the British-Burma Army.

Alexander yawned into the commander-in-chief's office. Due to overwork last night, his eyes were covered with dark circles and his mental state was not in good spirits.

Just after making a cup of coffee, Alexander was preparing to enjoy the joy of last night, but at this time, a guard quickly stepped in and reported: "God of General, General Stilwell and the Chinese were asking to see you outside the door."

"Oh, Shet, come again so early?"

Thinking of these two bastards, Alexander waved his hand without hesitation, "I'll just say I'm busy with official business, so I can get as far as they can get!"

“yes,sir!”

The guard agreed, turned around and left.

However, before leaving the office, Alexander frowned again and shouted, "Wait, let them come in."

The situation is stronger than that of others. If only Yang Fan came alone, Alexander would not see him even if he was killed. He would even ask the guards to escort them out with guns.

However, Stilwell was a US lieutenant general and was also the commander-in-chief of the Myanmar War Zone of the International Anti-Fascist Alliance. Alexander really dared not offend Stilwell to death.

After entering the office, Stilwell took the lead and said, "General Alexander, we cracked a Japanese spy stronghold last night. Many vanguards have penetrated into Myanmar.

Moreover, based on our overnight assault interrogation, we can confirm that the next military target of the Japanese army is Myanmar, and there is not much time left for us to prepare!"

Alexander was still smelly and hard, and snorted coldly, "It's normal for a Japanese spy to get in. There's no need to make a fuss like this!"

After pausing, Stilwell said impatiently without waiting for Stilwell to explain his purpose: "I still say the same thing. There is no problem in cooperating with the Chinese army to fight, but it is impossible to merge command!

I might as well tell you two directly. Our bottom line is to defend India. As long as India can defend it, it is no big deal to lose Southeast Asia or even Myanmar.

For the British Empire, Myanmar is just a small colony. We don’t need to be a nanny for the Chinese army, nor do we need to shed blood and sacrifice for the Chinese army!”

"I won't cry until I see the coffin! Damn British guy, this is what you forced me!"

Stilwell's face turned completely dark, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since that's the case, we can only do it for business! General Alexander, I'll show you a document first!"

After saying that, Stilwell took out a document from his briefcase and put it on his stressed desk.
Chapter completed!