The headquarters of the Kachin Independence Army, located on the eastern outskirts of Myitkyina, the capital of Kachin State.

Army Commander Gan Shang was looking at a telegram he had just received, his face clouded with worry.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger that was about to rise.

He took a deep breath for half a minute, then opened his eyes and gently placed the telegram on the table.

"A 30-man mountain guerrilla unit wiped out our light armored squad in less than three days, causing the First Mixed Regiment to lose a hundred men?"

Gan Shang's icy voice echoed in the military headquarters' operations room, making the staff and soldiers inside afraid to even breathe:

"Can anyone tell me how these mountain people could suddenly appear at Falling Rock Cliff overnight?"

"And they even bombed and destroyed most of your howitzer battalion. Are you all pigs?"

"Even a pig will squeal a few times before it's killed, right?"

......

Upon hearing this, the senior staff officers next to him lowered their heads even further; they had nothing to say in their defense.

The blame lies with the commander of this howitzer battalion; he was too careless and too stupid.

A convoy of several hundred people was raided silently, and so many of their cars and cannons were destroyed.

The attacking enemies were all captured, allowing them to leave unscathed...

"In my opinion, the commander of the howitzer battalion is a pig's head, and the commander of the Second Mountain Brigade is also a pig."

"Including their division commander Wu Nuo, they're all a fucking bunch of incompetent idiots!"

Enraged, Gan slammed his fist on the table and shouted:

“Tell Commander Wu Nuo that the 152mm howitzer battalion is gone, and let him carry the explosives and rush up to blow up the bunker himself.”

In the brightly lit operations room, apart from the beeping of sending and receiving telegrams, everyone was silent.

At this moment, Enbanra, dressed in a general's uniform, pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as he entered the room, he was stunned by the cold and oppressive air inside.

"Greetings, Chief of the General Staff!"

......

In response to the greetings from the crowd, Nbanra nodded in agreement. His arrival seemed to instantly ease the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the room.

"Commander Gan, are you made of iron? Did you stay up all night again last night?"

"With the army advancing into the mountains, how can I possibly sleep?"

"What's going on? They all look like they've lost their parents."

"See for yourself."

Gan Shang pursed his lips at the telegram on the table, then picked up a cup of instant coffee and took a sip with a disgruntled expression.

Nbanra picked up the telegram, read it, frowned slightly, and sighed:

"Alas... Man proposes, God disposes. We can only blame the artillery battalion for their bad luck."

"To be honest, how could this group of mountain guerrillas be so powerful?"

Gan Shang let out a long sigh of relief, trying to calm himself down:

"It's not that this guerrilla unit is powerful, it's that the person who sent them out is powerful."

"Oh?" Enbanla asked, puzzled.

What does this mean?

Gan Shang picked up his coffee and took another sip, trying to keep his mind clear after two sleepless nights.

"Chief of the General Staff, have you ever thought about why this guerrilla force of less than 30 men has such flexible and sophisticated strategies and tactics?"

"According to the battle report, they first ambushed and wiped out one of our armored squads, and then retreated unscathed."

"Then, the mixed regiment's search party of several hundred men fell into a hunting trap, killing and wounding nearly a company of our soldiers."

"When the search force was reinforced the next day to conduct regional joint operations, they retreated again..."

"Just one night later, this guerrilla force appeared at Luoshiyan, dozens of kilometers away, and delivered a fatal blow to the howitzer battalion with a time bomb..."

Listening to Gan Shang's account, tinged with humiliation and resentment, Enbanla couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and comfort him:

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. We should learn from our mistakes and be inspired to act bravely after being ashamed."

Gan Shang shook his head and said:

"You don't understand. This mountain guerrilla team's seemingly random actions are actually guided by a master."

"Oh?" Nbanra asked in surprise.

"Chief of the General Staff, don't you think the timing of the time bomb that destroyed the howitzer battalion is too coincidental?"

The Ganshang businessman didn't give up on the initial brainstorming session and continued:

"Logically speaking, where would a lightly armed jungle guerrilla team get so many time bombs?"

"unless......"

Nbanra, who was deep in thought, suddenly brightened up and replied:

"Unless they've set up secret supply depots in the mountains!"

Gan Shang nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, and not just in one place."

Hiss~

Nbanra gasped.

"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, there's always been a mastermind remotely directing this team."

Gan Shang continued his analysis:

"The ambush on light armored vehicles, the jungle trap warfare, the night raid on the rockfall, and the secret supply point were all his doing."

Nbanra's brows furrowed even deeper, almost forming a vertical line:

"Commander Gan Shang, if that's really the case, it seems we need to adjust our battle plans accordingly."

"I'm worried that the tricks we've come up with have already been thought of by others. They might have already dug a huge pit for us to fall into!"

Ganshang did not object to what Enbanla said, because he thought the same thing.

I didn't sleep a wink last night, ostensibly because I was angry and upset about the attack on the howitzer battalion.

The real reason was that he suddenly realized that what the Kachin army was really facing might not be Kunzhai.

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