About sixty kilometers north of Yangon, there is an inconspicuous town called Nadoki.
There are less than a thousand original residents here, and it is usually deserted, but since the arrival of the British army a year ago, it has become lively.
Especially three months ago, after this place was designated as a transfer station for American aid supplies to Britain, its popularity reached its peak.
According to statistics, at its peak, the British garrison here reached more than 10,000 people. If you add in the family members of the army and the Anglo-Saxons who were venturing to the East and were preparing to evacuate to India, the number of Westerners gathered here could even reach 20,000.
More than ten thousand people.
The large number of people naturally brings popularity. Now walking on the dirt road of Nadoki Town, there are bustling crowds everywhere.
Drunk British soldiers, adventurers with their eyes wandering around, and women and children arriving with their husbands or fathers.
Today, in a military camp on the eastern outskirts of the town, British Governor-General Wavell said to a British officer with an unhappy expression:
"Colonel Petyr, why didn't General Alexander take these things with him before he went to India? What do you want me to do now?"
Petyr shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Your Majesty the Governor, General Alexander took away most of the important supplies when he left.
All that's left now are insignificant things, let's just take our time and luck out, there's no rush anyway."
"Of course he doesn't care anymore." Wavell looked unhappy.
Of course he knew what was going on. Alexander left by plane. Due to limited transportation capacity, before leaving, he just transported all the valuable treasures he had collected in Myanmar onto the plane.
As for the supplies provided by the United States to aid the United Kingdom?
Haha... These things are spent on the British government's money. What does it have to do with him?
What's more, those things are either weapons and ammunition or military uniforms, blankets and other materials that take up space and are worthless. Why bring them?
Besides, even if these things are no longer available, the Americans can just send them over. It’s not his money anyway.
The reason why Wavell, who knew the inside story, was angry was not because he felt sorry for these supplies, but because as the war progressed and the Japanese army approached, the placement of these supplies became a big problem.
If one bad move caused these things to fall into the hands of the Japanese, the British government officials would definitely hit him with a sledgehammer, because he was both the governor-general of Myanmar and the top person in charge of the British government in Myanmar.
Thinking of this, Wavell's stubby eyebrows frowned even more tightly. At first glance, they looked like two raised eyebrow trimmers. Coupled with the thin cheeks and slightly curved nose, they looked particularly cold.
Petyr also noticed the dilemma of his governor, and he put forward his own suggestions:
"Your Majesty the Governor, all our troops are about to withdraw to India. In all likelihood, these things will not be transported. What do you think should be done?
In my opinion, it is better to destroy these materials on the spot, what do you think?"
"Destroy it on the spot?"
Wavell thought for a while and then nodded hesitantly: "If there is no better way, this is the only way."
In this way, materials worth nearly a million dollars were burned like garbage.
And even to this extent, neither of them thought about handing over these supplies to the Chinese army, which was still fighting bloody battles with the Japanese just around the corner.
After explaining the matter, Wavell jumped into a jeep nearby. The driver, who had been waiting for a long time, was about to start the car when he heard the roar of an engine in the distance.
"etc……"
Wavell stopped the driver who was about to start the car.
"Your Majesty the Governor, a convoy is coming from the east!" a sentry reported loudly.
"All alert!" the colonel shouted.
Following the colonel's order, the surrounding British soldiers quickly entered the fortifications and set up their machine guns.
Soon, the convoy approached, and as the vehicles approached, the originally nervous British soldiers let out a long sigh of relief, and many of them loosened their index fingers on the triggers.
Because they have clearly seen that the leader is a Willys Jeep, with the blue sky and white sun flag hanging on the front.
Behind the jeep were more than a dozen large trucks. When the vehicle came to a stop, with the baffles lowered, many heavily armed soldiers jumped out of the trucks.
When they saw these soldiers, many British soldiers who had already relaxed their vigilance suddenly changed their expressions and grasped the rifles in their hands again.
Not only these soldiers, but also Wavell suddenly grabbed the pistol at his waist, and Colonel Petyr grabbed the whistle around his neck, ready to blow it at any time.
The reason why these British soldiers were so nervous was because they clearly saw that the people jumping out of the truck were actually a group of German soldiers.
Fortunately, Colonel Petyr had good eyesight and did not blow the whistle that he had put in his mouth, otherwise there would have been loud gunfire by now.
Today's Britain and Germany have long been fooled. Although Germany's Sea Lion project failed in the end two years ago, the losses it caused to Britain were real.
Especially when Germany attacked France, the British and French forces were completely defeated, and hundreds of thousands of British troops were driven to the beach by the German army.
If Hitler hadn't suddenly had a nervous breakdown and ordered the German armored troops to stop advancing, no one from the British and French forces would have been able to escape.
But even so, the more than 300,000 British Expeditionary Forces threw away all their equipment and weapons, and fled back to Britain in disgrace with only their underpants.
From this point of view, the British hatred of Germany is definitely the strongest among European countries.
Now when I first saw the "German soldiers" suddenly appearing in front of me, of course I became nervous.
Of course, what finally calmed them down was when they saw clearly the typical yellow faces of those "German soldiers".
Under the still nervous gazes of the British soldiers, a major general walked up to Wavell and said in American English that many British people despised:
"I am Gao Hongming, are you Governor Wavell?"
Wavell looked at the overly young face in front of him, with a hint of displeasure on his gloomy face, and then he raised his chin slightly and said.
"I'm Wavell, Mr. Gao. I wonder what's wrong with your sudden arrival?"
Looking at Wavell's slightly arrogant expression, Gao Hongming became even more contemptuous of the British's unyielding virtues.
He only smiled slightly: "I heard that your department plans to evacuate all of them to India. Is that true?"
"Yes." Wavell readily admitted, after all, this has long been a public matter.
"If I remember correctly, Nadoki is a material transfer station for your army. It stores a lot of aid materials from the United States to your country. I wonder what you plan to do with it?"