Age of Conquest Reborn

Wen Rongcai led his troops to Xiduo. When faced with more than 200,000 well-equipped British and Indian troops, he already knew what the outcome of his troops would be. Of course, he could adopt a side attack.

The tactic of side withdrawal was used to deal with the British and Indian troops who had an overwhelming advantage in both strength and equipment, and persisted until the arrival of the main force.

However, Wen Rongcai did not do that. When he encountered an invasion from outside in his defense area, he would fight and retreat before receiving the order from the regional commander Ma Chaoyang. Not to mention the suspicion of fearing the enemy and avoiding fighting, he just let it go.

The fact that the enemy has invaded and occupied the country is enough to make you unable to hold your head high in front of your colleagues. What's more, soldiers have their own dignity and pride as soldiers.

Therefore, Wen Rongcai and his more than 9,000 subordinates only had one battle. Even though they knew they were outmatched, they had to fight to the death. Looking around at the fire that exploded from time to time, Wen Rongcai secretly gritted his teeth, "Even if all the troops are exhausted, tomorrow, in front of the position,

Unless the bodies of thousands of British and Indian soldiers are laid down, this battle with great disparity in power will not be over!"

The military doctor came over and changed the gauze on Wen Rongcai's arm. The solidified blood stuck to his skin. The military doctor spent a lot of effort to cut off the bandage with scissors. The severe pain caused by the alcohol stimulating the wound had no effect on him at all. His

His mind has been completely immersed in the brutal battle he will face tomorrow, how to use the only troops at hand to inflict maximum damage on the enemy in an unfavorable situation.

A large-caliber artillery shell landed near the shelter, and the splashed mud fell on him. Wen Rongcai cursed in his heart and raised his head. Through the light of the exploding shell, he saw the communications section chief, carrying

Two guards stumbled over, and Wen Rong hurriedly stood up before the military doctor put the bandage on him again.

When the communications section chief, covered in mud and water, entered the half-collapsed shelter, Wen Rong asked eagerly: "Xiaorong, what's going on?"

Qi Xiaorong, the Communications Section Chief of the Garrison Area Headquarters, replied breathlessly: "Commander, the Division Headquarters is calling urgently! The British artillery fire is really fierce. I can't wait to tell you on the road." The gentle Communications Section Chief said with lingering fear.

After reading the telegram, Wen Rongcai sighed and said to himself: "The division commander personally issued the order for our troops to retreat overnight and assemble at the front line of Magao. I am not willing to accept it. I have lost more than 3,000 brothers, and I have taken advantage of the other side."

British guys and Sepoys?”

He raised his head suddenly, with unwilling flames flashing in his eyes, and said: "Xiaorong, immediately order two officers above the garrison battalion to go to the headquarters for a meeting immediately. Hurry!"

Soon, the officers rushed to the headquarters. Everyone was surprised that the commander held another meeting less than half an hour after the meeting ended. Could it be that the enemy's situation had changed significantly?

Looking at the confused officers, Wen Rongcai raised the telegram in his hand and said: "Just now, I received a personal order from the division commander. Our troops in the border security area retreated to the Magao line overnight to stand by. Our blocking mission will be carried out by the directly affiliated corps.

The 9th and 10th brigades will be used to complete it, which means that our mission is over and we don’t have to fight all the way to death!"

The officers were not at all happy to escape the fate of death. Everyone was in the same mood. So many good brothers fell under the guns of the British and Indian soldiers, and they just retreated. Unable to swallow this breath, Wen Rong was very sad.

Satisfied with the performance of his subordinates, he continued: "We must implement the division commander's order. This is the division commander's love and consideration for us."

"The main force has come up. From now on, our second-line troops will no longer have a part in the fierce battles and arduous tasks. However, what will happen to the more than two thousand brothers lying here?"

The officers shouted: "Commander, please send a telegram and ask the division commander to fight. Our troops in the garrison area will die on the front line even if they die. We are no worse than the main force!"

Wen Rongcai smiled happily. He had not misjudged his subordinates. Then, he shook his head and said: "Brothers, we must implement the commander's order, but before we evacuate, can we take advantage of the gang on the opposite side?"

Son of a bitch?"

"No, Commander, what to do, just give the order!" The officers roared in unison, and Wen Rongcai shouted: "Okay, you have the guts, you are worthy of being my soldier, Wen Rongcai, okay, I will arrange it, second

Guard team, draw two

The battalion's troops will escort the lightly and seriously wounded with ammunition and supplies to the rear overnight. All other troops will be lightly armed, and the troops will be evenly distributed on both sides of the Hukang River Valley. Before retreating, we will give these bastards a hard blow!"

"Each department concentrated its ammunition, and the remaining mortars were used evenly on both sides. The troops concealed themselves to meet the enemy. After the attack, they left. They retreated in separate ways and assembled at Magao. Remember, leave all the shells and bullets in your hands to these bastards.

Egg, go back and prepare. In an hour, start taking action! Remember, don’t be wary, engage the enemy quickly, attack suddenly, and escape quickly. This is my order!"

Looking at the eager officers, Wen Rongcai's voice turned cold and stern, saying: "I would also like to emphasize that during the night attack, no matter which unit is entangled by the British or Indian soldiers, other units are not allowed to move forward.

Go to the rescue and retreat according to the plan. Even if I am entangled, you will not rescue me. If anyone disobeys the order, I will shoot him on the spot!"

The officers were stunned for a while and looked at each other. What's the matter? The commander didn't go with the troops escorting the wounded and supplies? He still wanted to stay and participate in the night attack on the British and Indian soldiers. How could this be done?

Seeing what the officers meant, Wen Rongcai waved his hand and said: "Leave the brothers to kill the enemy, and I will retreat first. This is not my temper, old Wen, don't try to persuade me anymore. I haven't experienced the feeling of charging into battle for a long time."

Well, back then, when I was under Brigadier Chu of the Fourth Brigade of the Directly Affiliated Corps, Brigadier Chu once scolded me, you crazy Wen, tonight, let the brothers see what crazy Wen was like back then!"

It was night, and the peculiar raindrops of Indochina continued to cover the sky and the earth. The broad leaves couldn't help the rain "clashing", and the rainwater hit the tents of the British troops, making a hollow sound, and the Indian soldiers on guard were all wet.

His head was all over his face, and he couldn't help shivering. The Indian soldiers cursed the weather.

Of course, I am still greeting the female relatives of those British people. Why on a rainy day, British people are lying comfortably in a dry and warm tent, drinking whiskey and eating canned beef, so they deserve to go out on guard?

Are you reluctant to give me a raincoat?

I cursed in my heart, but I dared not express any resentment on my lips. In the mixed British and Indian troops, this is the tradition and habit. When fighting, the ones at the front must be the Indian soldiers. When camping, they stand guard.

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Indian soldiers, rough work, tiring work, dirty work. That is the patent of Indian soldiers. As for the spoils and credit, it has nothing to do with Indians. If you are not convinced, you have to endure it. Whoever allows people to have a good background is a British soldier.

Children of the Empire!

However, there is another person. Although he is in a dry and spacious tent, protected from the wind and rain, he is physically and mentally tired than the Indian soldier. This person is the commander of the more than 400,000 British Indian troops, General Alexander.

,At this time, he was holding a military meeting.

For a whole day, the main force of the Central Route Army advancing along the Hukang River Valley, with more than 200,000 people, was blocked in front of Xiduo, a small hill with an altitude of only more than 100 meters. It was difficult to move even an inch. Heavy artillery shelling and tanks took the lead.

Entire regiments of infantry launched non-stop charges, leaving thousands of corpses behind, but still failed to cross the Chinese blocking line.

Based on Alexander's experience, the strength of the squadron that blocked him was definitely no more than 10,000. Moreover, they had very few heavy weapons and poor fortifications, so why couldn't they break through? Alexander was very puzzled.

Alexander has no experience fighting against the Chinese Army. As for Asians, the only thing the General is afraid of from the bottom of his heart is the Japanese who will beat him into paupers. Apart from that, Alexander really doesn't take them seriously.

Including Tang Qiuli, whom he hated so much that he gritted his teeth.

Therefore, Alexander attributed the only reason why the attack did not go smoothly during the day to the issue of tactical command. He also knew that soldiers need to be quick, and it was not a good thing for more than 200,000 troops to be crowded in the narrow arc channel of the Hukang River Valley.

Son, as long as Tang Qiuli blocks the exit of the Hukang Valley towards northern Myanmar, it will be a protracted battle, which is not in line with his original plan to quickly occupy northern Myanmar.

In Alexander's view, the so-called problems with tactical command are nothing more than a problem with the coordination of the three arms of infantry, artillery, and tanks. The artillery fire is not intense and concentrated enough, and the tank assault is not fast enough. Due to the limitations of the terrain, one time

There are not enough troops invested, etc. Tonight's meeting is to solve these problems.

As for the casualties of the troops, Alexander didn't care much. Anyway, the vast majority of the casualties were Indians. Indians who were incorporated into the majestic British Imperial Army were just cannon fodder! Looking at the listless officers,

The absent-minded look on his face, coupled with the strong smell of jelly emanating from the Indian officer, made Alexander feel sick and annoyed.

His words did not attract enough attention. Alexander was ready to get angry, and raised his voice and said angrily: "Gentlemen, I feel ashamed of your current state!" As soon as he said this, suddenly "Boom, boom, boom!" "Da!"

Ta-ta!" A violent explosion and fierce gunfire interrupted the commander's angry and prepared tirade.

At this time, the officers' reaction speed was astonishing, showing their superb military literacy. Without using that order, dozens of people fell down on the spot. There was a British officer who was even more agile and broke the gas lamp in one fell swoop.

, the tent suddenly became dark, and under the flickering firelight, only General Alexander was left in a daze, unable to react. What happened?