Age of Conquest Reborn

The commander of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Brigade of the British Army in Ramgarh, Major John Williams, saw his deputy battalion commander Major Vajpakar, who was rude and rude again, and stopped himself before he could say anything.

If so, I feel annoyed.【】

If it weren't for this stinking guy, who was familiar with the situation in the Hukang Valley, was a local snake, and was still loyal and managed the troops for him dutifully, leaving him with a lot of time and energy to spend his days and nights, Williams would have

Use the pistol handle to smash his head and tell the inferior Indians who is the owner of this land and who is the master?

The Major felt unhappy and was about to lose his temper. At this moment, Vajpaka stretched out his big, hairy, bearded face and nervously whispered: "Battalion Commander, Chinese patrol

Come, order the troops to prepare for battle. This time, we will kill a few more Chinese pigs. This is the glory of our first battalion!"

Williams was so excited that he forgot about the peculiar smell all over Vajpaka's body, and looked at him with admiration and jealousy. To be honest, until now, Mr. Major, there was nothing but clouds of mist in his eyes.

He didn't see anything, and he heard nothing except the sound of raindrops, but that didn't stop him from trusting his deputy's judgment.

This guy did have such a skill. The order was quickly passed on. More than 500 British and Indian soldiers nervously ambush and once again raised their sinful guns. However, except for the Indian soldiers, the British soldiers were indifferent.

What he saw in his blue eyes was similar to what their battalion commander, Major Williams, saw.

The patrol team of Post 59, consisting of more than 40 people, carefully walked through a small forest and gradually approached the valley. The smell of blood in their noses became stronger. Other soldiers could also smell it and moved forward.

More than a hundred meters away, Qi Yajun's uneasy feeling became more and more obvious when he bumped into something under his feet.

He picked it up and saw that it was a half-used harmonica, which was very familiar. Qi Yajun suddenly remembered that this belonged to the young cook Xiao Liu from the patrol team at Post 58. Every time they met, he

I played a few songs for everyone, which has become the repertoire of the three patrol teams. Wu Zhiyou and the others are already here!

Qi Yajun suddenly realized in his heart that Wu Zhiyou and the others were attacked, and the attackers swept the battlefield. A dangerous shudder ran through his body, and he shouted loudly: "Lie down where you are and prepare to fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, fierce and intensive gunfire suddenly erupted from three sides of the valley. Qi Yajun saw with his own eyes that the bodies of the first group of fourteen soldiers who served as the vanguard were torn apart by light and heavy machine gun bullets, and they did not even have time to get a single bullet.

Fight out.

"Enemy!" Qi Yajun and the remaining soldiers were overwhelmed by the intensive firepower of the British and Indian soldiers. However, the tactical actions he took were undoubtedly correct. In an unobstructed valley,

In the case of being ambushed, if you retreat, you will become a target for the enemy. Lie down on the spot and hold on for as long as possible!

Williams cursed in annoyance, "Cunning Chinese," and Vajpaka did not expect that a Chinese patrol with only forty people, more than five hundred people in a battalion, and dozens of light and heavy machine guns would suddenly attack

At this time, only a dozen people were killed. The Chinese soldiers fired back, and dense submachine gun bullets were poured into the position of the British and Indian soldiers.

The battle reached its most intense level in an instant. Qi Yajun rolled several times and reached the two signal soldiers, saying hurriedly: "Quick! Send a telegram to the Border Security Command and report the situation!"

Then, he said to the soldiers around him: "Protect the communication soldiers." Xiao Zhao quickly turned on the radio and asked: "Sincher, who attacked us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light machine gun bullet hit Qi Yajun's left leg. Blood spattered and the pain made him frown. Yes, until now, he still doesn't know which enemy ambushed him.

, how to report?

Looking at Xiao Zhao's anxious eyes, Qi Yajun suddenly thought that in the Hukang River Valley, no other armed force except the British dared to shoot at the Japanese division patrol, and the direction of the shooting was precisely India.

Direction, "Emergency information, the patrol team of Post No. 59 was suddenly attacked by the British army near Cosima in the Hukan Valley! Post Commander Qi Yajun!" He said eagerly. (Just read the novel.)

Then, several of them rolled over and hid in a small pit, roaring angrily with submachine guns in their hands, thanking the young lieutenant for his judgment and providing accurate information to the division headquarters.

The "ticking" sound of the Electric Power Construction Company was heard. The telegram had just been sent, and before Xiao Zhao had time to put away the radio, several mortar shells whizzed down around him, the broken parts of the radio, and the belongings of Xiao Zhao and several soldiers.

Flesh and blood turned into clouds of black smoke in front of Qi Yajun. Qi Yajun closed his eyes in pain. He knew very well that he and these forty brothers would not be able to go back today.

After firing a round of bullets, Qi Yajun had just put on a new magazine when he heard the whistling of mortar shells in the foggy sky. A shell landed next to him. Immediately, Qi Yajun fell into

In the boundless darkness.

After more than forty minutes, the fighting subsided. The small valley was blown beyond recognition by mortar shells from the British and Indian troops. There were craters and broken trees everywhere, as well as broken military uniforms and stains of blood.

Qi Yajun and his 42 comrades shed their blood and lives on the land of northern Myanmar.

Williams cautiously sent a dozen Indian soldiers to search the valley. It was not until a safe signal was sent that he got up from the ground and whistled proudly. Deputy Battalion Commander Vajpaka had already counted the results.

Reporting the situation with an ugly face, more than forty Chinese soldiers were killed in total. However, the battle did not go smoothly, and the first battalion paid the price of more than ninety casualties.

Major Williams did not care much about the casualties. What he valued was the results of the battle. He fought two battles in one day and annihilated two Chinese patrols. He said to Vajpaka: "Immediately report the battle situation to General Alexander.

Under my command, the first battalion annihilated more than 800 Chinese soldiers, and the troops continued to advance!" Feeling proud, he directly passed the brigade commander Brigadier General France and went to show off in front of Alexander.

Vajpaka was not in his good mood. This Chinese patrol was much more difficult to deal with than the previous one. More than 70 of the casualties in the camp were his compatriots. The abominable Francis killed the Indian soldiers.

Placed at the front, the result was that despite the heavy rain of submachine gun bullets from the Chinese soldiers, only a dozen British soldiers were killed or injured.

It was obviously his own clever ambush plan, but how could he become under his command? If he had listened to this British prodigal, how many people might the First Battalion have lost in the two encounters? He used his compatriots to stop the bullets, credit.

But being snatched away by this hateful guy, without even mentioning his name in front of General Alexander, Vajpaka felt aggrieved, but where could he go to reason?

On April 23, on both sides of the Hukang River Valley and on the mountain road leading to northern Myanmar, six patrol teams of the Myanmar Division's northern Myanmar border security area were suddenly attacked by British and Indian troops, and a battle broke out.

It happened so suddenly that the other five patrols fell under the guns of the British and Indian soldiers without even sending out any information. Only the patrol of the Qi Ya Army was the only patrol that sent out information.

Magao, a small town in northern Myanmar, at dusk on April 23, Major General Wen Rongcai, commander of the Northern Myanmar Border Guard District Headquarters of the Indochina Peninsula Guard District of the ** Division, was listening to the Chief of Staff about the various garrison units in the border areas during this period.

report on the situation.

Suddenly, the director of the operations department hurried in and said nervously: "Report to the commander, we received urgent information from the patrol team of Post No. 59 of the 1st Garrison. They were attacked by British and Indian troops near Cosima in the Hukang Valley.

Sudden attack by troops!" After saying that, he handed over a telegram.

"What?" Wen Rongcai's expression changed, he stood up suddenly, took the telegram, read it quickly, and asked: "The Operations Department has not received similar reports from other patrol teams near Cosima? No. 59

There is no follow-up information from the outpost patrol?"

The director of the operations department shook his head and replied: "No, several other patrol teams have been unable to contact them. I asked the first guard team and the same situation happened. The patrol team at Post 59 has lost contact. According to the judgment of the Communications Department,

They may have met with misfortune."

Wen Rongcai's expression changed again, and he said hastily: "Order the first and second garrison teams to immediately assemble their forces. Within five hours, they must rush to the Xido line in the Hukang Valley to block the British and Indian invasion forces.

, tell them that no matter what the price, they must fight for one day for the main force in the garrison area."

"Immediately report this situation to the division headquarters and the garrison area commander Ma Chaoyang, and inform the commander of the Southern Flying Group Le Yiqin in Myitkyina, quickly! Also, the garrison area guard battalion will be sent immediately in advance.

Xiduo, the Operations Department and the Staff Department, immediately set up a frontline headquarters, Chief of Staff, it’s time for us to go to the battlefield!"

A series of orders made the garrison area headquarters immediately tense. The chief of staff reminded: "Commander, after all, we have not received notifications from the garrison area and division headquarters. We only rely on a telegram from the patrol team at Post No. 59."

, when there is no intelligence from other patrols, is it too hasty to conclude that the British and Indian troops invaded from the Hukang Valley?"

"You also know that the temper of the division commander is the most intolerable. The commander who is not clear about the situation and is in chaos. Should we verify the authenticity of the intelligence in many aspects before reporting it? This is more secure. Of course, the troops

We still have to dispatch as normal, but you don’t have to go, I will go to the front line to command the troops, you can just sit at home and make arrangements from the center, I can’t do it without you!”

(To be continued)