Age of Conquest Reborn

The night was still dark, and the rain was still falling continuously. Soldiers from several guard battalions used raincoats to build a temporary rain shelter for the seriously injured commander, Major General Wen Rongcai. Regarding all this, Wen Rongcai, who was in a coma,

Not knowing anything at all, Qi Xiaorong, the communications section chief, asked the military doctor with a worried look: "Is the commander's injury okay?"

When he asked this question, Qi Xiaorong felt unsure. He had been hit by three bullets in his thigh and abdomen, and he was still unconscious. The military doctor was silent for a while, and then cautiously replied: "Chief Qi, the commander's injury is serious.

The bleeding has been stopped and there is no life-threatening danger for the time being. However, the warhead has not been taken out yet. I am afraid that the commander's injury will worsen and it will be difficult to handle!"

Qi Xiaorong asked eagerly: "What can be done?" The military doctor replied: "The only way is to perform surgery as soon as possible. But, Chief Qi, you also know that we have such conditions now, and we can't even find a dry place. Besides,

, there are no surgical instruments, and the only way is to rush to the Magao Security District Hospital as quickly as possible."

Qi Xiaorong sighed secretly. According to the current marching speed and the terrible weather, he would not be able to reach Ma Gao in only two or three days. However, he still said to the guard battalion commander who was standing by: "

Convey the commander's order and the troops will speed up their march!"

At dawn, the surrounding scenery was clearly visible. The rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the dark clouds gradually thinned and dispersed. After more than an hour of walking, the sky was bright, and the eastern sky was filled with a bright red.

The morning sun burst out, dispersing the fog shrouding the mountains and forests, and the sunlight shone in the eyes of the soldiers with a golden light.

But the warm breath penetrated everyone's heart and spleen. Taking a breath of the air with the smell of sunshine, the wet heart became refreshed. Wen Rongcai, who had been in a coma for most of the night, woke up with a pale face and a weak voice.

Said: "Stop for me! Where is this?"

Qi Xiaorong shouted in surprise: "Military doctor, military doctor! Commander is awake! Commander, don't move. We have arrived at Gangaka. We are more than 40 kilometers away from Xiduo. It is safe now."

The military doctor hurriedly came over, examined Wen Rongcai, and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Commander, you are so lucky, but you must operate immediately. Otherwise, the wound infection will still be life-threatening!"

Wen Rongcai smiled reluctantly and said: "Don't worry, the bullet that killed me has not been made yet. The little devil can't kill me, and neither can the British or Indian soldiers. Xiaorong, have all the troops been withdrawn? Casualties

How's the situation?"

Qi Xiaorong hurriedly replied: "Commander, don't worry. Both troops have withdrawn safely. The first garrison is on the south bank of the Hukang River Valley. We are marching with the second garrison. This night attack, the troops suffered casualties.

More than 300 people, including more than 100 killed and injured soldiers, have all been carried down. The situation of the first garrison is similar to ours!"

Wen Rongcai smiled tiredly and said: "Okay, it's worth it. Last night, at least we killed more than 2,000 British and Indian soldiers, which is not enough. I also made a profit, and I am finally worthy of lying in the West."

Brothers, Xiaorong, immediately report to the division commander that our troops from the Northern Myanmar Border Guard Area have safely evacuated and have now arrived at Gangaka and continue to assemble in the direction of Magao."

After Qi Xiaorong recorded the message, he hesitated and asked: "Commander, do you want to report your injury to the division commander?"

Wen Rongcai shook his head and said: "It took a few bites from the bullet. Is this a small injury worth making a fuss about and alerting the division commander? Isn't it embarrassing? By the way, Xiaorong, add a sentence in the telegram that our troops will be ruthless before retreating."

Bite the British and the Sepoys hard."

After receiving the telegram from Wen Rongcai, Tang Qiuli in Myitkyina laughed and said to Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe: "This is the personality of Madman Wen. I estimate that Wen Rongcai is unwilling to suffer a loss when he is outnumbered.

Take advantage of the situation before retreating

At night, he took the opportunity to fight back and make a profit before leaving. This madman Wen was still the same as before, a master who was unwilling to suffer losses. Yu He immediately rushed to Ma Gao and took command from the front. At dawn, the rain stopped.

, it’s time for us to leave!”

Le Yiqin, who was busy directing the bomber group and the fighter group to take off, heard that the division commander and the division headquarters were moving to Magao, and hurriedly came to see him off. Unfortunately, he arrived a step too late, and only saw the shadow of the convoy leaving the city.

Watching the motorcade gradually disappear from sight, Le Yiqin felt a little empty and unspeakably disappointed in her heart.

He originally thought that when the division commander was commanding the Battle of Hukang Valley, the headquarters would be located in Myitkyina. In that case, he could get along with the division commander day and night and ask for advice on tactics and battle issues at any time. However, now that it was ruined, he returned home in a low mood.

Base command post.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone on the table and said, "Hello, Commander Wu? Cancel the original mission of your eighth regiment and stay in Myitkyina to take on the air security mission in the Magao area. Don't ask so many questions, division commander.

When we go to Magao, what if the British planes come over to bomb? Yes, take turns to take off and maintain uninterrupted air patrols. You will personally lead the team, and there must always be two squadrons in the sky."

At about nine o'clock in the morning that day, the first garrison on the other side of the Hukang River Valley waded across the river and met with the second garrison. They advanced for more than an hour and passed through a dense forest.

The guard camp suddenly sent a signal, about five kilometers away from the troops, and found a large number of troops advancing rapidly in the west direction.

As soon as Wen Rongcai heard the report, he understood in his heart that it must be the two brigades directly under the corps. As soon as they contacted him, sure enough, they encountered the leading battalion of the ninth brigade of the corps directly under the corps. They encountered the main force, the northern Burma garrison.

The soldiers of the district army completely relaxed their nervous mood. A day of fierce fighting, a night attack and a forced march in the middle of the night had exhausted their physical strength.

Major General Xiao Jinshan, commander of the 9th Brigade, heard the report from the avant-garde battalion and encountered troops from the northern Myanmar border guard area. He hurried over and saw Wen Rongcai lying on a stretcher. He hurriedly took his cold hand and asked anxiously

Said: "Old Wen, how are you?"

Wen Rongcai said with a weak smile: "Commander Xiao, I, old Wen, can't die. I'm just unlucky and got a few bites from the British bullets!"

I haven’t fought for a long time, my hands have become raw, and I am embarrassed in front of you, Lao Xiao! After all, this is the main force, with many tanks and cannons. If I have your big guys, British guys and Indian soldiers, don’t even think about taking advantage!"

Xiao Jinshan was not in the mood to joke. He hurriedly called the military doctor over and asked about Wen Rongcai's injury. Then, he immediately said: "Order the army field hospital to arrange an operation on Commander Wen immediately. The troops will continue to move forward!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to prepare for the operation, Wen Rongcai, regardless of his physical weakness, introduced the situation of Xi Duo and the British Indian Army to Xiao Jinshan in detail, especially the artillery superiority of the British Indian Army, which made Xiao Jinshan's situation against the British Indian Army.

Having a clear understanding will be of great help to him in carrying out the division commander's step-by-step interception mission.

Xiao Jinshan took Wen Rongcai's hand and said comfortingly: "Old Wen, don't worry about it. Before I set off, the commander had specifically explained how to fight. But to be honest, Old Wen, you can't do it with less than 10,000 people."

The second-line troops, without heavy artillery or tanks, could withstand the attack of more than 200,000 British and Indian troops in one day. Before leaving, they even took a bite of fat. I, Xiao Jinshan, admire you. After all, you are crazy Wen and you will not change your true colors!"

Just when Wen Rongcai was explaining the situation on the Xiduo front line to Xiao Jinshan, the troops in the northern Myanmar border guard area and the Xiduo blockade line had just experienced an artillery fire that was no less than a volcanic eruption, as well as fierce bombing from the air.

At dawn, the visibility could be clearly seen. The position held by the Chinese ** team and the artillery position behind the British and Indian troops suddenly heard a thunderous roar. Then, a group of large-caliber artillery shells, with a scream, pierced the dawn.

The air fell on Xiduo's position, smoke billowed, soil flew, and large tracts of grass were lifted up, torn apart, and raised into the air by the artillery shells.

Tall trees fell down suddenly and were cut into pieces by flying shrapnel. The ground shook and the earth trembled. Along both sides of the Hukang River Valley, the Xiduo area was blown up into a terrifying place by overwhelming shells.

In the world, the nascent sunshine was obscured by gunpowder smoke and dust. Ten minutes later, dozens of British bombers joined this bombing campaign targeting thousands of Chinese defenders.

All of this was just to open a channel to continue advancing towards northern Burma and to pull out the nails that blocked the more than 200,000 British and Indian troops. Alexander fulfilled his promise and used all artillery fire and bombers to create the third British army.

Division opens the way, shells and air strikes

The bombing lasted for a full hour and a half. The British artillery poured tens of thousands of large-caliber artillery shells, and the British bombers dropped hundreds of heavy bombs, destroying the small highland of Xiduo, which was only more than 100 meters above sea level.

The explosion created the most desolate place in the Hukang River Valley.

The bombardment stopped and the bombers returned. The smoke had not cleared yet. Major General Bridges Bush, commander of the British Third Division, put down his telescope and ordered with a gloomy face: "Mix the first and second regiments to attack, and the third regiment will follow."

Enter!"

The light and heavy machine guns serving as fire cover screamed "ta da da da", pouring bullets like pours onto the empty squadron position, causing dust to fly. They were still in the usual charge formation, at the front.

There are several rows of Indian soldiers, with a distance behind them followed by shrinking British soldiers. This formation can ensure the minimum casualties of the British soldiers to the greatest extent.

Moreover, the first few rows of Indian soldiers can also be used to consume the firepower of the defenders. This style of play is exactly the same as the practice of letting the puppet troops take the lead before the Japanese charge on the Chinese battlefield. It seems that no matter where it is,

The fate of cannon fodder is the saddest.

The charging figures of the soldiers were hidden in the smoke. The smoke in Qiaobsen's telescope was blurry. He hadn't heard the gunfire yet. Qiaobson's heart was lifted tightly.

(To be continued)