I knew the Wa officers often made fun of Khun Sa’s army's weapons, often retelling the tale of how they would try to make 120mm guns, only for the things to explode during testing, killing their own men.
One Wa officer even told me how his unit had captured one of those weapons from Khun Sa’s men, but they never tested it for fear of it blowing up in their faces.
The Wa’s fears of the poor quality of their enemy's weapons might have been justified, but my immediate thought was to wonder what Khun Sa and his men would say about the Wa—and how distant or close it would be from the truth. I had no doubt he would have something to say about them, something negative, some kind of standing jioke—even if it bore little resemblance to the Wa that I knew.
Indeed, war and propaganda are indivisible. And the same applies in the city as to the most remote mountains.
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