Age of Conquest Reborn

At about 7:30 in the morning on April 26, in a dense jungle about 200 kilometers west of Ledo, Major General Hopkins, commander of the 1st Division of the British Army's Plum Garrison, was awakened by a loud noise.

, frowned and just got out of the tent. Before he could enjoy the fresh air in the mountains and forests of northern Myanmar, he followed the noise and walked a few hundred meters away. The scene he saw in front of him made him so angry that he couldn't stop feeling angry.

Several British soldiers and Indian soldiers were quarreling in a clearing at the edge of the woods. They must have just fought. A dozen soldiers were all bruised and swollen, their uniforms were torn in many places, and they were covered in mud.

, there were overturned lunch boxes on the ground, and it was a mess. There were dozens of British and Indian soldiers surrounding it, watching the fun.

For the 1st Puram Garrison Division, which is composed of British and Indian soldiers, such fights between soldiers are commonplace, and most of them are initiated by British soldiers, as well as officers at all levels.

It is commonplace to turn a blind eye and pretend not to see anything as long as no one is killed. However, if the British soldiers suffer a huge loss, the problem is not that simple.

The division commander, Major General Hopkins, is also aware of this situation. Normally, he is not interested in taking care of such trivial matters, but today is different. Yesterday, the first garrison division was blown up by Chinese bombers, although the casualties were not high.

It is very large, but it affects the stability and advancement speed of the troops.

Commander Alexander pressed him hard again. In order to deal with this situation, Commander Hopkins held a meeting in the middle of the night. The noisy meeting made the Major General confused and exhausted.

I fell asleep, but was woken up early in the morning by these blind guys.

How can the angry division commander be in such a good mood? He walked over angrily and gave each of the dozen soldiers, regardless of nationality, a few harsh words. Then, he ordered the military police to

All these blind fellows will be sent to the disciplinary management brigade. They will be disciplined strictly and within ten days at least, these fellows will suffer.

As for why these soldiers quarreled or even took action, Division Commander Hopkins had no interest in knowing. The Major General, who was in a broken mood early in the morning, returned to the tent with still anger, where the communications staff was waiting.

Seeing Hopkins coming in, he hurriedly said: "Report to the division commander, Lieutenant General Bright, commander of the Air Force, called to ask if any Chinese bombers have been found?"

Hopkins became even more angry. He almost roared and said: "Tell those huāhuā young men in the Air Force, no, not even a ghost! Do they hope that we will still be bombed by Chinese bombs like yesterday?"

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The communications staff officer was stunned. He didn't know why the division commander was so angry on this beautiful morning. Hopkins looked at the dumbfounded staff officer and then shouted: "Convey my order. Thirty minutes later, the troops will

keep going!"

The communications staff officer hurriedly rushed out. He only had thirty minutes to prepare breakfast and eat. Just kidding, is the division commander crazy? Let the soldiers march on the winding trails in the mountains with hungry stomachs?

At about 8:10, the soldiers of the 1st Division of Plum Guards were hurriedly stuffing breakfast into their stomachs. Piles of soldiers were huddled around the marching pots, and no one was afraid of eating them.

No breakfast.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the sky. The British lookout hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked up into the sky. He was shocked at that time. My God! The Chinese bombers are coming again!

"Bang bang!" Several shrill gunshots echoed in the forest. The British and Indian soldiers were engrossed in eating, with rice stuffed in their mouths. They looked around inexplicably. Some of the sharp-eyed people had already seen the fierce fire in the sky.

The small black dot that jumped down quickly grew in size in the field of vision. He threw down his lunch box and shouted loudly: "Air strike! Chinese bombers!" Good guy, as if receiving the starting gun, the British and Indian soldiers,

Turn around and head into the forest.

Colonel Xu Zhiming, commander of the 2nd Bomber Regiment of the Southern Flying Group of the **Division, looked sideways at the forest below, the British and Indian soldiers scurrying about like headless flies in the open space, and the stoves that were still smoking.

Tent after tent, he couldn't help but shake his head, "Why don't these British guys and Indian soldiers have long memories? They were bombed yesterday and didn't learn their lesson. They just camped like ducks without even the most basic awareness of air defense."

, I haven’t suffered enough!”

Why are you so polite? Xu Zhiming ordered: "All crews pay attention, look for targets, and start entering the bombing route. The British and Indian soldiers don't take us seriously, so let them suffer enough and start attacking!"

More than thirty bombers swooped down from a high altitude, and the bomb bay under the belly of the aircraft opened. Heavy bombs roared down one after another. "Boom, boom, boom!" in the dense woods, there were balls of fire, thick and thick.

Pillars of smoke soared into the sky, and debris from the blown trees, along with the stirred up soil, struck mercilessly at the British and Indian soldiers who were hiding everywhere.

It was lucky or unlucky. A bomb happened to fall in the crowd. In a puff of black smoke, the bodies of the British and Indian soldiers flew into the air together with the flying soil. When they fell, they were already in the air.

The fragmented corpses were delivered to the mouths of the British and Indian soldiers at around 8 a.m. on April 26, not only in the form of hastily prepared breakfast, but also in bombs from the bombers of the Army Division.

Commander Hopkins was also one of the lucky ones. Less than five minutes after he walked out of the tent, a bomb blew up the place where the division commander rested last night into a huge crater with white smoke.

The force of the impact pushed him to the ground, causing him to gnaw on mud. In this way, he also avoided the deadly shrapnel that was whirling and screaming.

Hopkins, headless and faceless, covered in mud and water, rolled and crawled to the cave where the communications office was located. As soon as he entered, he shouted to the radio operator: "Quickly, send a telegram to Air Force Commander Lieutenant General Bright. I will

The 1st Dipuram Garrison Division was violently bombed by Chinese planes at its camp west of Ledo at about 8 a.m., and the number of enemy planes was about fifty!"

In panic, the number of bombers of the Japanese Division was exaggerated by almost double. At the same time, the British and Indian troops in the other three directions of Sujiya, Gamai, and New Taiji were all attacked by the bombers of the Chinese Navy Division.

This sunny morning was a bloody morning for the British and Indian soldiers of the four divisions.

Ten minutes after the bombing started, Lieutenant General Bright received four telegrams one after another, all with the same content: "Our unit was violently bombed by Chinese bombers!" What was strange was that Commander Alexander of the Middle Route Army in the Hukang Valley

There, it was calm as usual, and no bombers from the US Army came to visit. Bright didn't understand why?

Despite his doubts, Lieutenant General Bright would not be stupid enough to send a telegram asking Commander Alexander, "Dear Commander, why was there no bombing at your place?" Isn't that unlucky? Asking for trouble!

What happened was just as Bright himself had expected. The bombers of the US Army who had taken advantage of the attack appeared again. The combat staff watched intently, waiting for the commander to give the order for the fighter jets to attack. However, the Chinese

Your Excellency, however, cautiously ordered: "Immediately contact the troops in the direction of Ledo, Sujia, Gaimai, and New Taiji. Please confirm whether the Chinese bombers are escorted by fighter jets?"

After Xu Zhiming dropped a round of bombs, he pulled his plane up. After circling for a while, he was about to find a new bombing target. Commander Le Yiqin's voice sounded in his earphones, "201, all the leading planes in your regiment,

Immediately climb to the maximum altitude, turn on the airborne radar, and search all airspace where British fighter jets may appear in the East Indian direction!"

Le Yiqin issued this order at the same time to all the bomber regiment commanders participating in the bombing, and all ground radars in the north of Myanmar began to search, forming a three-dimensional air surveillance network from high altitude to the ground, just waiting

British fighter jets appeared.

At 8:43, Lieutenant General Bright received calls back from the commanders of the four divisions one after another: "After we took the risk of Chinese bombs and observed carefully, we did not find any escorting Chinese fighter jets!"

Bright then made up his mind, threw himself in front of the intercom, and said: "Order, each fighter wing, immediately start to attack the Chinese bomber group according to the predetermined plan. Remember, fight quickly, don't be reluctant to fight, and leave quickly.

The first bomber responsible for bombing Magao, the first

The second wing, the escort fighter wing, the return route is the Hukang Valley. I have created the best opportunity for you. The Chinese fighter jets will be attracted to the direction of Ledo, Sujia, Jamai, and New Taiji.

, bomb as much as you like! Blast Magao into ruins!"

Lieutenant General Bright played a little trick. Two bomber groups and one fighter group returned home and flew over the Hukang River Valley, just to let the old guy see them with his own eyes.

Xu Zhiming, who was hovering at high altitude, stared at the radar screen intently. Suddenly, a group of bright spots appeared on the screen. It was very blurry at first, but it soon became clear. Xu Zhiming immediately called: "No. 1, No. 1

, 201 reported in the Ledo airspace that a British aircraft was found, about 500 kilometers away from our bomber formation. Please ask for instructions, will our bomber formation return immediately?"

At the same time, Le Yiqin at the Myitkyina command post received reports from bomber formations and ground radar stations in other three directions: "It was discovered that British fighter jets were rapidly approaching our bomber formation, and the Magao ground radar station reported

, a mixed formation of British bombers and fighter jets, about 240 enemy planes, are approaching in the direction of Magao!"

"Okay!" Le Yiqin slammed the table and shouted, with such a loud voice that it startled everyone in the command post. "The hard work paid off, the British guy finally took the bait!" In an instant, Le Yiqin shouted.

The blood all over Yiqin's body was on fire!!~!