Age of Conquest Reborn

> Chapter 1211 The heavy fog

On the night of October 9th, in Mengmi, a small town in northern Myanmar, at the Burma Campaign Command of the **Division, Chang Feng, chief of staff of the **Division and acting commander of the directly affiliated corps, was reporting the situation to the division commander Tang Qiuli.

Chang Feng took some telegrams and said: "Division commander, according to the report of our reconnaissance force lurking in Mogok, the Japanese army has been mobilized frequently in the past three days, and most of its main forces have gathered in the direction of Libao Grand Canyon. Just three hours ago,

Six divisions of the Japanese army, with approximately 150,000 troops, moved out from cover to occupy Mogok. In addition, there were about two tank regiments of armored troops and a large number of artillery. The reconnaissance troops followed the order and without alerting the Japanese army, they have all withdrawn to Mongolia.

dense."

After the report, Chang Feng shook his head again and said: "Division Commander, under the situation of the Burmese war situation, Ito dared to launch an attack first with uncompleted troops. I don't understand Ito's approach. It is obvious that whether it is military strength or

The Japanese army is at a disadvantage in terms of weapons and equipment. As a result, the Japanese army will suffer heavy losses. What's more, our Eastern Front Group is approaching Mandalay step by step. Ito actually regards the flank threat as nothing. It is unbelievable. He is either an idiot or crazy?

"

Tang Qiuli said calmly: "It's very simple. Ito was under pressure from Japan. The Japanese headquarters were eager to solve the Burmese issue. They still forced Ito to fight even though they knew they had to fight. It was because they were afraid that the war in Burma would drag on too long and the Americans

Unexpected changes occurred there. Ito had only two choices: fight or retreat. He chose to fight. There must be an element of luck in it, right? Before our Eastern Front Group captured Mandalay, he defeated me in Mengmi.

The main force on the front line."

Chang Feng thought thoughtfully and then said: "Commander, the Japanese army should launch a full-line offensive in the early morning tomorrow. I have returned to the army." After Chang Feng left, Tang Qiuli sorted out all the deployments in his mind.

After discovering some loophole, he said to the communications staff: "Get on the phone with artillery commander Zheng Yong."

"Zheng Yong! How are your artillery preparations? Okay, remember, it must be when the Japanese attack has just been launched. Yes, what I want is the six leading divisions of the Japanese army. After the battle starts, the artillery fire must be

Cut off the communication between the front and back of the Japanese army, okay, I'm waiting for your good news," Tang Qiuli said.

Zheng Yong's excited voice came from the phone receiver, "Please rest assured, commander, there are more than 8,000 artillery pieces of various calibers and 28 rocket launcher battalions, enough to cover Mogok 30 kilometers deep and more than 20 kilometers wide.

The front is saturated with shelling, overwhelming, division commander, I can’t help but laugh when I think about it.”

Tang Qiuli also smiled and said: "Zheng Yong, set up more artillery observation points and stop bombarding targets at any time. Although the artillery shells are enough for you, you should save some for me. Otherwise, when the battle is over, Minister Zhang of the Logistics Department will find you."

I'm in trouble, I'll just hand you out

Ah!" Zheng Yong became anxious upon hearing this and said: "Commander, don't, I can't afford to offend that old man. I have made full preparations. All artillery groups have three groups of observation posts to ensure that every artillery shell is fired.

, hit the little devil on the head."

To be honest, none of the generals of the ** Division, starting with the division commander Tang Qiuli, are in awe of Major General Zhang Quan, one of the veterans of the ** Division, the director of the division's logistics department and the commander of the Myanmar Theater Joint Service Command.

This old man is known for his ability to make a living. The amount of money and goods he handles is simply astronomical, but he still spends every penny as he did when he was organizing the team.

The commanders of various corps and brigade commanders gave Zhang Quan the nickname "General Tiger". If the lavish spender thinks he is a rich man, he will come to argue with you and force you to give a reason.

Your qualifications, age, and position are all there. I won't train you till you turn red and make a promise that you will never give up.

No, the day before yesterday, Le Yiqin, the commander of the Southern Flying Group of the ** Division Aviation Corps, had just finished his fun in Myanmar. As soon as he landed at Kunming Airport, before his butt could sit firmly on the chair, Zhang Quan came to the door and slapped him on the head.

After a lecture, Le Yiqin scolded those little brats in the Air Force as prodigals. Le Yiqin even criticized and apologized, finally fooling the old man away.

Looking at Zhang Quan holding the tobacco bag and leaving with his hands behind his back, Le Yiqin scratched his head and wondered, "You think, how can a bunch of people in the logistics department pull abacus beads all day long to be so proficient?

You know how to calculate the saturation bombing volume of your own fleet and the usage of ammunition. How weird are you? What kind of talented people are they?"

Le Yiqin knew very well that the pilots were enjoying themselves during the two consecutive days of bombing. In addition, there were so many targets to bomb, and a lot of aerial bombs and napalm were wasted. According to his estimation,

It must be more than 15%. The war was in full swing at that time, and the logistics department supplemented it again and again without saying anything. Therefore, after the battle, Zhang Quan came to visit, and Le Yiqin could only review it.

Therefore, Tang Qiuli's half-joking words were enough to make Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the ** Division, sweat break out on his spine. He put down the division commander's phone call and hurriedly added two sets of observation posts to each artillery group to ensure that everything was foolproof.

At four o'clock in the morning on October 10th, the faint morning light showed everything on this land before our eyes. Central Myanmar was an early autumn scene, with the original emerald green color of the dense jungle, green turning black, and clusters of colorful autumn leaves.

exist

In the boundless dark green, the air is filled with the clear moisture of early autumn. The broad and thick leaves on the tall trees cannot withstand the huge dewdrops. Little dewdrops fall, hitting the shorter shrubs and causing them to sway constantly.

The swaying of the bushes intensified and began to tremble. Immediately, groups of Japanese soldiers covered with camouflaged branches carefully emerged from the bushes and quietly advanced towards Mengmi. Behind the Japanese soldiers, artillery pieces revealed their ferocious cannons.

muzzle,

Pointing in the direction of Mengmi, it was foggy. The sudden heavy fog, pure white mist, and rolling clouds of smoke hid everything just revealed into nature again. The heavy fog covered the valleys, jungles, and plains.

, the visibility is only a few meters away.

Sergeant Meng Xiaozhu, leader of the artillery observer team of the Third Artillery Group of the ** Division, is a young man of only 20 years old. Despite his young age, he is also a veteran. In the summer of 1938, he joined the ** Division in Nangong County, Hebei Province. At that time

, the main force of the ** Division was dispatching troops to North China for a fierce battle in Japan. As soon as Meng Xiaozhu joined the army, he caught up with the Battle of Shijiazhuang. He learned a lesson in advance before entering the Huangyadong base for training.

The young man was smart, studious, and quick-witted. Soon he was sent to the Huangyadong Base Sergeant Training Brigade to study. At the Huangyadong Base, Meng Xiaozhu fell madly in love with the artillery. After graduation, he joined the First Artillery Brigade, where Zheng Yong

His subordinates served as artillery observers.

The location of Meng Xiaozhu's group happened to be the only way for the Japanese army to leave Mogok and reach Mengmi. On the evening of the 8th, the observation group lurked on a hill covered with shrubs. The place Meng Xiaozhu chose had an excellent location and a wide view.

, you can overlook the vast jungle and plains under the mountain. Most importantly, there is a cave on the mountain that can accommodate five or six people to rest.

The work of an artillery observer is boring. Two nights and one day, there is no movement in the jungles under the mountains and on the plains. Even a rabbit running by can add some liveliness to this monotony.

Son, Meng Xiaozhu's whole body was wet. The unique chill of early autumn in northern Myanmar, with huge dewdrops, kept attacking his body temperature.

Every drop of dew falling on his body caused an uncontrollable tremor. His two assistants were too tired to open their eyes. Speaking of which, they were both older than Meng Xiaozhu. In terms of military quality, they were inferior.

When they were far away, they huddled together holding their guns. Only Meng Xiaozhu, with his eyes wide open, observed everything around him in the artillery mirror.

However, as far as the eye can see, there are masses of cotton-like fog, and the visibility is almost zero, unless someone steps on it. "Bang!" Major General Zheng Yong, the commander of the artillery of the ** Division, dropped the telescope angrily and gave it a sharp blow.

He hit the shell box with his palm and cursed fiercely, "Damn it, damn God is also joining in the fun. Is this Burmese God related to the little devil?"

Seeing the commander's dark expression and the staff wanting to laugh but not laughing, Zheng Yong grabbed the phone on the table and said, "Commander? I'm Zheng Yong. This damn fog has made all my observation posts tremble and become blind."

, it’s already 4:25, and there’s still no movement. Is their meteorological department just doing nothing? There’s no advance forecast for such a heavy fog? They should all be shot!”

Tang Qiuli's face darkened and he said: "Zheng Yong, don't scold the streets here. The Japanese army sent out not a hundred and eighty people, but hundreds of thousands of people. There will always be traces. I have ordered the troops on the Mengmi front line to

Send a small reconnaissance force to search in the direction of Mogok. News will come soon. Your artillery observation posts have their eyes wide open. The other Japanese soldiers are right under their noses and haven't noticed yet. Something is wrong. I'll take you as a

ask!"

Zheng Yong shrank his neck and grabbed another phone on the table. "Attention all artillery groups, we have entered the artillery preparation stage. The original shooting target remains unchanged and we are waiting for the order from the artillery commander." According to Zheng Yong's judgment, if the Japanese army really

To launch an attack, the heavy fog was their best cover. He suddenly thought, if he covered the predetermined area and fired blindly, could the little Japs be blown out?

Immediately, he gave up this tempting idea. If the Japs didn't launch an attack, all of his hundreds of thousands of artillery shells would hit the open space, which would become a big joke. It would not be a shame, not only for the division commander Rao

If you can't help yourself, even the old man Zhang Quan, the logistics director, can't you peel off your own skin? Don't even think about raising your head in the army in the future.

This sudden heavy fog disrupted Tang Qiuli's planned deployment. When he was not sure whether the Japanese army would launch an attack, he could only wait, and such waiting was passive. After thinking about it, he picked up the

Telephone.

(To be continued)