Operation Blowpipe
JP Cross
Monsoon Books
Burrough on the Hill
Published in 2022
by Monsoon Books Ltd
No.1 The Lodge, Burrough Court,
Burrough on the Hill, Melton Mowbray LE14 2QS, UK
ISBN (paperback): 9781915310064
ISBN (ebook): 9781915310071
Copyright©JP Cross, 2022
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Cover design by Cover Kitchen.
Contents
Prologue
Part I. 1948-1954
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2
3
Part II. 1956
4
5
Part III. 1963-1968
6
List of Characters
Abbreviations
Glossary
Map 1 - Malaysia
Map 2 - Detail of the intersection of Kedah, Perak and Thailand
Map 3 - Detail of Negri Sembilan
Map 4 - Detail of Sungei Perak and its tributaries
About the Author
Also by JP Cross
Prologue
Late evening, sometime in 1943, in the Serting Forest Reserve, south of Seremban, Negri Sembilan, Malaya
As porters with a resupply of provisions reached the temporary camp of an anti-Japanese group of Communist Chinese guerrillas, they were shocked as muted but spine-chilling screams of unbearable pain throbbed around the thick jungle. A traitor, who had caused guerrilla casualties, had been identified and was suffering condign punishment: he had been tied to a wooden trestle, arms outstretched, legs apart, stomach stretched and gagged to lessen noise while the guerrilla, whose wife had been killed by the Japanese, had slit the traitor’s belly crosswise with a kris, a pointed dagger with a curved blade. As the porters peered through the undergrowth, they saw the executioner slashing the belly downwards in a mockery of ritual hara-kiri. Noise from the tortured man shrank to a gurgle, then stopped as he died, blood flowing and guts slithering to the ground.
The leader of the porters was Kamal Rai: he and his men were Nepalis from Bhutan Estate, the nearest of the three estates that had a Nepalese labour force, some miles to the south. Kamal heard the voice of a guerrilla he recognised, Lee Soong, saying ‘that is what we do to traitors. If there’s another, his death will take longer, be slower and more painful. You all understand that, don’t you?’