Age of Conquest Reborn

The tent was suddenly opened, and a gust of night wind full of water vapor rushed in with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Several flashlight beams, first randomly scanning a few times, saw the dark people on the ground, and then fixed on the ground.

The commander who was motionless and calm had actually lost his ability to think.

The captain of the headquarters guard stepped forward, pushed Alexander to the ground, and said urgently: "Your Majesty General, please take cover immediately. Our camp was suddenly attacked by the enemy. Now the situation shows that I protect

You should evacuate here immediately." Several strong guards came up, picked up Alexander and ran out.

The commanders have all evacuated. Wouldn't it be more dangerous to stay here? If the attackers knew that this was the tent of the Supreme Headquarters, wouldn't all the elites of the British Empire be killed here with just a few grenades and bullets?

As a result, dozens of British and Indian officers followed Alexander closely, running into the forest next to the tent. Only then did Alexander catch his breath and ask the guards to put him down, and then,

With light blue eyes, he looked at the campsite with fire everywhere, and the muscles on his cheeks began to tremble uncontrollably.

From Alexander's position, the battle locations were very scattered, but the area covered almost the entire camp. Only the baggage and ammunition storage areas at the back were still dark. At this time, the officers who had followed him all gathered around him.

Next to them, looking at the bursts of fire that exploded from time to time, and listening to the sometimes sparse and sometimes fierce gunshots, they started talking in low voices in shock.

No one laughs at the other party's humiliation, don't laugh at the horse's long face, the enemy's situation is unknown, and even the commander is hiding. This is our normal reaction. In fact, their current location is still several kilometers away from the place where the battle took place.

Far. Not affected at all.

Seeing the senior officers surrounding him, all of them shrinking their heads and looking ugly with fear on their faces, the anger in Alexander's heart almost burned his hair. He asked the captain of the guard fiercely: "James, do you know what happened?

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Lieutenant Colonel James, the captain of the guard, replied simply: "Report to the commander, I only heard gunshots and explosions, so I immediately arranged for your security protection. I don't know the specific situation. I just know that we were attacked!"

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Hearing what the guard captain James said, a British major general came over and said to Alexander: "Commander, this group of armed men who attacked our camp are very familiar with the terrain. They should be local wandering armed forces. Otherwise, it is impossible.

In such a dark night and rainy day, to launch a sudden attack, I suggest that you send out troops to search and destroy this group of militants, otherwise, something similar will happen again!"

Several other senior British officers also echoed and agreed with the major general's statement. However, several Indian officers remained silent, and the sarcastic look in their eyes disappeared. However, Alexander used the light of the explosion to sharply

was captured.

Alexander was so angry that he almost wanted to kick this embarrassing compatriot and subordinate to death on the spot. "What a fucking pig-brained, unarmed man. Why didn't you say he was a subordinate of the devil Satan? They were so confused."

, came to attack the camp of the British Empire’s troops for nothing? What’s the reason? What’s the reason? This should have been done by the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side!”

The battle happened suddenly and ended quickly. In just over thirty minutes, the sound of explosions and gunshots gradually became sparse and finally stopped completely. The smell of gunpowder smoke was quickly blown away by the night wind mixed with rain.

, if there weren’t still a little bit of fire and the shouts of the British and Indian soldiers, one would almost doubt that everything that just happened was just a dream?

Although the battle was over, for safety reasons, Alexander and the generals still hid in this forest for more than forty minutes before returning to the tent. The evacuation was so sudden that the general did not even have time to put on his raincoat. The night wind blew

Blowing, the military uniform soaked by the rain felt wet and cool against the body, chilling to the bones.

The gas lamp in the tent was relit, and the bright light stimulated the officers who had just returned from the darkness. They felt dizzy for a while. Alexander's light blue eyes were glowing coldly, and he looked at the senior officer with a livid face.

We didn't speak for a long time.

After being silent for a long time, Alexander asked in a voice as cold as ice: "Gentlemen, can any of you tell me what happened? Who attacked our camp?"

The officers looked at each other, but they didn't think much about it. "Isn't this nonsense? We are in a meeting, Commander, aren't you furious and disappointed with us? Only then will you know who is suddenly attacking. Perhaps, only the Almighty God can

Know."

Seeing that the officers were silent, Alexander became even more angry and said sternly: "Gentlemen, I will tell you the truth. I dare to conclude that those who attacked us must be the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side. I am in Asia, serving the British Empire."

I have been dealing with the Chinese for decades, and I understand their tricks and cleverness. Such a sneak attack is in line with the consistent practice of the Chinese!"

The senior British officers below secretly pouted and disagreed with Alexander's words. You are the supreme commander, so how can you make sense if you are not the supreme commander? It was raining heavily at night, and they did not even see the faces of the attackers.

Just make this assertion. When the time comes, you will be the one who loses your face and it has nothing to do with us.

The British officers did not believe Alexander's judgment, but several senior Indian officers agreed with his statement. As if to prove that the commander was wise and great, and that he knew things like a god, a British colonel came in and "reported to the commander."

, It has been found that those who attacked us were soldiers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. Judging from the bodies and weapons left at the scene, it can be proved that they were Chinese soldiers!"

The colonel said, and brought over a military uniform, a steel helmet and a submachine gun. At this moment, the senior officers of the British army widened their eyes and had to look at their commander with admiration. It was amazing. Even this

You know, he is indeed an old fritter who has been around Asia for decades, and there is indeed something genuine in his belly!

The eyes of the officers did not make Alexander feel excited at all. On the contrary, he felt ashamed for his correct judgment. "The squadron opposite has only about 10,000 troops. After a day of fierce shelling, there will definitely be casualties."

You are not small, you actually have the guts to launch a night attack and treat the more than 200,000 well-equipped British Imperial Army troops as nothing!"

"And the response of the British Empire soldiers was so unbearable that they allowed the attackers to leave safely. What a shame!" Although Alexander did not want to know the damage caused by this attack, and he also believed that it would not be too great, but,

The psychological panic caused to the soldiers is immeasurable. If you randomly select a unit among the troops under your command and launch a night attack on the Chinese Army, can you achieve such an effect?

The answer is yes, no, because the soldiers of the British Empire do not have such courage to die. As for the Indian soldiers, he has no hope. This is where Alexander is sad and angry. Listening to the officers below, they are like flies.

"Honghu" was discussing the damage caused by the attacker just now, feeling disgusted in his heart.

Alexander raised his voice and said coldly: "Gentlemen, it is meaningless to talk about the attackers and losses. What we want to focus on is tomorrow's attack. Remember, General Qibson, your third division will be launched tomorrow."

As the main force of the offensive force, I will order all artillery groups and tank units, as well as air force bombers, to cooperate with your attack."

"I will not be stingy with ammunition. The artillery shells and bombs of the British Imperial Army will blow up the position of the Xiduo Squadron into the most desolate place. I will give it to you, Commander Qiaobusen.

, I order you to take it down before 12 noon tomorrow

Xiduo Squadron's blocking position, otherwise, you will become the first major general in this unit to be dismissed or shot for delaying the fighter plane and failing to complete the order. I hope to hear from you before noon tomorrow.

Good news! Adjourned!"

After saying that, he left the stunned generals behind and walked away angrily. Commander Qiaobusen's face turned red and white, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. During the day, planes, heavy artillery, and tanks were all dispatched.

They also used infantry from two divisions to attack in turns, but failed to capture the position of the Chinese ** team.

With only one division of his own, and a second-rate unit that had never fought in a battle, to gnaw on such a hard nut, and only given half a day to do so, Qiaobusen was on the verge of tears. He didn't know that it was him.

Whether it's bad luck or good luck, how could he be chosen by this moody old guy to complete this almost impossible task?

If Jiaobson knew that Commander Alexander was concerned about his grand speech in the forest where he was hiding from the attack, Jiaobson himself would definitely give himself a few hard slaps and curse "

You are so talkative, and trouble comes from your mouth! Why do you show off when you have nothing to do?" This also corresponds to the old Chinese proverb, "A pouty mule can be sold for a donkey's price, but your mouth is cheap!"

The night was still as thick as ink, the rain was still falling slowly, and the road was still as muddy and slippery as ever. On a remote and difficult mountain road from Xiduo to Magao, a group of figures walked quickly.

Walking through the tall woods, from time to time someone would "plop" and fall into the muddy water, but they would get up without saying a word and catch up with the group in front.

This is the troops of the Myanmar Northern Border Guard Area of ​​the ** Division who had safely withdrawn after the attack on the British-Indian army camp. In the marching team, no one spoke, only the sound of rapid footsteps, short passwords during contact, and clearing the way for the leading soldiers.

, the dull echo of cutting down the bushes and thorns that hinder the march. Everyone knows that the farther away from the battlefield and faster, the safer it will be.

The commander, Major General Wen Rongcai, was carried away on a makeshift stretcher. His body, left thigh and abdomen were wrapped with thick bandages. The bright red blood soaked through the bandages and soaked his military uniform.

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