314: Northern Burma Allied Forces

The warlords where Qingshan was located were led by A Luo Wang, whose ancestral home was in a coastal province of the Dragon Kingdom.

His father was a defeated general who, after fleeing here, established himself as king. A Luo Wang himself took over the army after his father's death.

Originally, more than a decade ago, the drug trafficking business was doing very well, but then it was suddenly jointly eradicated by several governments.

He suffered heavy losses, and his status plummeted. Now, he barely survives on grey industries such as telecom fraud, casinos, the sex industry, and human organ trafficking.

It's not that the grey industries have low profits; the main reason is that there are too many competitors now.

Many people from the Dragon Kingdom who couldn't make a living there, or who had murder charges against them, also started fleeing here.

Now, the Myanmar Northern Region has various gangs, and the situation is far more complex than before.

When A Luo Wang learned that his subordinate had been kidnapped, he thought it was other forces seeking revenge.

He immediately sent troops to pursue and intercept.

As for who Qingshan himself was, he didn't know him at all.

But in this purgatory of the Myanmar Northern Region, once others know you've cowered, you'll immediately be eaten alive.

So, A Luo Wang didn't want to make a big fuss over Qingshan; it was purely to avoid being looked down upon by others.

But when he learned that out of more than 100 people he sent out, only a dozen returned, he was stunned!

A Luo Wang currently has less than 1,000 troops, and losing a tenth of them in one go was extremely painful.

"Boss, the other party sent photos and a message." The assistant held a tablet computer, showing Pan Han's message to his boss.

"So arrogant? Let me see."

"Boss, other forces have also received it. It seems this person has declared war on all forces in the Myanmar Northern Region."

"Holy crap! These are all our people!" A Luo Wang looked at the rows of heads and Qingshan's internal organs, almost throwing up.

He was old and had been away from fighting for a long time. Seeing such a scene again caused a huge physiological reaction.

"What does this person mean?? The people he wants, must they all be sent over? Who else does he want??" A Luo Wang asked a string of questions, and the assistant just shook his head at him.

At this time, the leaders of other forces also received the news, all of them in shock.

In the Myanmar Northern Region, whoever has a gun calls the shots!

These forces are essentially local tyrants; they never pay attention to the government.

For so many years, only they demanded people; no one had ever dared to speak to them like this!!

It's a rebellion!!

At this moment, the Myanmar government received a mysterious message from a force they could not afford to offend.

The message only had a few words: Do not interfere! Do not interfere! Do not interfere!

Important things are said three times!

The Myanmar government naturally knew what it was referring to.

This is the sorrow of a small country; with a single order from the Knight Order, Myanmar absolutely dared not move.

The leader of Myanmar was a sensible person; he immediately sent troops to blockade the small town where Pan Han was located.

No one was allowed to enter.

Since they weren't going to get involved, they would surround it and watch the show, letting them kill as many as they pleased.

It would also save the government from having to send troops to clear them out.

Meanwhile, the more than forty large and small forces in the Myanmar Northern Region held a rare full meeting.

How they fought among themselves didn't matter; it was all internal.

But being threatened by outsiders was absolutely intolerable!

The Myanmar Northern Region absolutely would not allow external forces to interfere!

This meeting proceeded unusually smoothly and quickly!

In less than half an hour, all forces reached a consensus and collectively sent troops to encircle and suppress Pan Han's small town.

Regardless of the size of the force or the number of personnel, troops must be sent to participate.

The allied army was commanded by Liu Mang, the second-in-command of the strongest force, totaling 3,000 troops.

They were equipped with 6 armored vehicles, 6 artillery pieces, and countless rocket launchers.

At this time, a team dispatched by the Knight Order Committee arrived at the small town. The team dispatched by Ouyang Cong also arrived at the outskirts of the small town and was negotiating with the Myanmar army.

The entire small town seemed to become the center of a blizzard; everything appeared calm, yet the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive everywhere.

Many villagers fled at the news; they didn't want to become casualties of the fighting.

After Ouyang Cong's people also entered, Pan Han assessed his situation.

The three teams combined had less than 200 people. Although each was an elite, they lacked heavy firepower.

However, they had Knight Order satellite support.

As soon as the 3,000-strong Myanmar Northern Region allied army set out, all information was transmitted to Pan Han.

"A bit interesting! It seems that speaking nicely still doesn't get anyone to listen," Pan Han said thoughtfully, looking at the information.

"Boss, should we just give the Myanmar government a sum of money and have them deploy their army?" the Bodyguard Captain suggested.

"How much money?"

"A little over a billion eagle sauce coins would be enough. They are very poor; that much money could mobilize a division."

"No fun, I haven't killed enough yet," Pan Han said, putting on his tight suit, preparing to go kill again.

If he asked the Myanmar army for help, it would only escalate tensions between the two sides.

After all, the Myanmar Northern Region and the government had been fighting for decades, and neither side submitted to the other.

If the army were mobilized this time, the Myanmar Northern Region warlords would at most think he was not to be trifled with and would avoid him in the future.

But he didn't want that effect. Pan Han wanted the other party to shiver all over and wish they could kneel on the ground whenever his name was mentioned.

He wanted to be the Damocles' Sword of the Myanmar Northern Region, hanging over their heads, capable of taking their lives at any moment.

"Ah?? Boss, we already have a team, are you still going to go into battle yourself! We can go, right?" The captain almost knelt when he heard what Pan Han said.

He truly was a living ancestor!

"You still have other things to do."

"Boss, your orders!"

"I plan to rescue a group of people first. You hurry up and formulate a resettlement plan. Food, drink, housing, and supplies, everything needs to be well thought out." Pan Han naturally couldn't let them be idle.

After he defeated all the forces in the Myanmar Northern Region, he planned to rescue a group of women first.

He had seen some reports and short videos before, where most women here were forced to entertain clients, do drugs, and would soon have their bodies ruined, eventually even having their organs harvested and sold.

If a couple was sold in together, the husband would be tied to a tree and have his reproductive organs destroyed in front of his wife. The wife would then be locked in a small dark room for "train rides," usually with a dozen strong men at once.

After watching, Pan Han was deeply impressed and extremely angry!

So he secretly vowed to rescue this group of people first.

"Yes, Boss!" The captain couldn't argue with Pan Han and could only accept the order unconditionally.

However, he hadn't expected Pan Han to be such a person.

Typically, people in high positions of power rarely take direct action to do such things.

They care more about profit than so-called justice.

Justice means nothing to them.

If there's a benefit, they'll rush to do it; if there's no benefit, they won't lift a finger, no matter what.

"You all get busy, I'm heading out!" Pan Han dismissed everyone, remaining in the room alone.

Before leaving, he first traveled to the apocalypse.

At this time, Dili Abasi had already returned by plane and was leading people to settle down at the base.

Pan Han greeted everyone and then went to replenish ammunition for his mech.

He didn't want to use the mech, but he had to be prepared.

After all, the opposing force was over 3,000 strong; if they focused their fire, he might not be able to dodge it.

If that happened, wearing the mech would at least allow him to resist bullet attacks.