Age of Conquest Reborn

After hearing what the division commander Tang Qiuli said, Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe burst into laughter, which made Tang Qiuli puzzled.

Zhao Yuhe said: "Commander, I think your special order to allow drinking was an afterthought. Just before I sent the telegram, I received a call from Commander Le. They had already arranged a dinner party tonight. In addition to fighting,

In addition to the pilots on duty, even the ground staff participated, and it was a very prosperous event."

Tang Qiuli shook his head helplessly and said, "This kid, give me a kill first and then tell you." Zhao Yuhe then said: "I asked him, why didn't you call the teacher? Why don't you report it directly to the teacher?

, to send a telegram?"

Tang Qiuli asked curiously: "How did Le Yiqin answer? He must have some tricks up his sleeve, right?"

Zhao Yuhe said with great joy: "Commander Le said this, Chief of Staff, you don't know. As soon as I talked to the division commander on the phone, I felt nervous. I finished the ten sentences in one or two sentences, and I sent the telegram.

I can be more detailed and avoid being suspected of showing off in front of my teacher. At the very least, I won’t be scolded for being a stickler!”

Tang Qiuli laughed and said to Zhao Yuhe: "Le Yiqin, who is not afraid of anything, can also be cunning. Yuhe, please call me. This is our care for the grassroots troops. In addition, tell Le Yiqin

Qin, the results of this air battle will not be announced to the public for the time being, and our losses must be exaggerated to give the outside world the illusion that our aviation force is unable to fight again."

"Eating the British air power in one go. I wonder what Alexander thinks? I'm most afraid that he will hold back because of this. My Ma Gao ambush plan will fail, so I will let Le Yiqin feel aggrieved for the time being and close the door first.

, just enjoy yourself secretly, give Alexander the illusion of a tragic victory, continue to confuse the British, and, starting from tomorrow, stop bombing the British and Indian troops."

On the night of April 26, in Chahalbari, India, Lieutenant General Bright, the commander of the British Air Force Command in India, angrily drove all the staff officers and adjutants out of the war room. After turning off all the lights, he was in despair.

He slumped down on the high-backed chair, closed his eyes, and huddled in the darkness like a ghost.

The light in the corridor penetrated through the glass on the door, dimly reflecting Lieutenant General Bright's pale face. The last fighter jet landed crookedly at the airport. It was already four hours ago. He has not yet

Recover from a crushing defeat.

It was a disastrous defeat, an unprecedented defeat, a disastrous defeat that completely lost the ability of the air force stationed in India to fight again. Five fighter wings, 624 fighter jets, two bomber wings, and 135 bombers were dispatched.

, a total of more than 660 aircraft, in the end, only 39 fighter jets flew back, less than half of a fighter wing, and the two bomber wings were completely wiped out.

"They are all gone. The air force stationed in India completely disappeared over Myanmar in the Indochina Peninsula. More than a thousand outstanding pilots from the British Empire were ruined in this way. Tang Qiuli, you China devil! Le Yiqin, you should be killed.

The murderer of hell!" Brett muttered to himself, cursing nervously. He was no longer in pain, his heart was numb, so what pain was there?

Suddenly, Lieutenant General Bright jumped up angrily and yelled towards the wall: "You old guy, old bastard! Are you fucking satisfied now? My air force and my pilots will be ruined in your hands."

, ruined by your stupid command that even God cannot forgive," the blank wall transformed into Alexander's disgusting face.

Bright's eyes were fierce and he was cursing loudly. In the corridor, more than a dozen staff officers and adjutants were stunned, looking at each other. In the war room, listening to the commander's loud roar and yelling at the top of his lungs, his forehead was sweating with worry.

, but no one dared to go in and persuade him. The general was obviously in a state of rage. If he was caught and unlucky, his end would be very unpleasant.

"Bang!" The sudden sound of gunfire was extremely loud in the closed corridor. It frightened the staff officers and adjutants, and they were all shocked. I didn't know who would react and shouted, "No! Commander."

Your Excellency shot himself!" A strong adjutant kicked open the door, and a dozen people rushed in and turned on the light.

That's not the case at all. Under the bright light, Lieutenant General Bright was holding a pistol that was still smoking. He stood there like a clay sculpture. There was a black bullet hole in the wall.

, there were documents and telegrams scattered on the ground, no one dared to speak, and the air in the war room was strangely solid.

Looking at the sudden influx of subordinates, Lieutenant General Bright's empty eyes gradually focused and became a little angry. Looking at his worried subordinates, he suddenly said viciously: "Director of Communications, record the following message.

, General Alexander, Commander-in-Chief of the British Empire in India, and Lieutenant General Bright, Commander of the Air Force, reported.”

"In accordance with your order, commander, all the fighter planes of our air force were lost in the fierce battle with the Le Yiqin Department of the ** Division Aviation Force in the airspace of northern Myanmar this afternoon. Only thirty-nine fighter planes returned. Among them, the battle-damaged

Twenty-three, I'm sorry, the air force will no longer be able to provide air cover for your troops."

At about 8 pm on April 26, in a forest east of Xinduo in the Hukang Valley in the northern Myanmar region on the India-Myanmar border, General Alexander, the commander of the British Army in India, was looking at Lieutenant General Bright with an ugly face.

Telegram, from the bottom of his heart, Alexander was so shocked by Bright's telegram that he almost jumped up.

Of more than 600 aircraft, only 39 returned, and 23 can no longer be used. In other words, the entire air force stationed in India has only 16 usable fighter jets. How is this possible?

What? Alexander's first reaction was that that timid guy Bright was deliberately exaggerating his losses in order to avoid going to war in the future and lay the groundwork for himself to preserve his strength.

After calming down and thinking about it, I felt that it was impossible. For such a major matter, that idiot Brett shouldn't have told such a lie. He lost the battle so miserably and lost almost all of the Air Force's wealth. Judging from the tone in his telegram,

It seemed that he was quite resentful towards himself, and Alexander couldn't help but get angry. He lost the battle and it was none of my business. How could it be said that it was because of my order?

What Alexander was thinking about was whether to take this opportunity to get rid of Bright and replace him with his confidant? Thinking about it carefully, it felt wrong. It was not Bright's responsibility, which was not that big, but the timing was wrong. The Air Force was in a panic.

Among them, the mood of failure is shrouded from top to bottom, and people's hearts are extremely unstable. It is not a good opportunity to touch Bright at this time!

Moreover, Alexander thought of the ground troops from the disastrous defeat of the air force. Without air cover, it would definitely not be easy for Tang Qiuli's hundreds of bombers to drop bombs on their heads all day long. For the first time, he felt sorry for himself

The plan to actively attack the northern Myanmar region aroused a trace of worry, which was biting his heart like a poisonous snake.

Although he has now passed three-quarters of the Hukang River Valley, it is still too late to turn back at this time. Although he is absolutely unwilling to do so, Alexander has considered withdrawing to the East India region. That night, hundreds of thousands of people were worried about this commander.

For the British general of the army, it was a sleepless night, with various thoughts and judgments constantly intertwined in his mind.

On the night of April 26, at about 9 o'clock, in Manila, the largest city on Luzon Island, the office of General MacArthur, the commander of the US military in Southeast Asia and the South Pacific, was still brightly lit.

MacArthur and General Stilwell, the chief of staff of the headquarters, sat facing each other. Both of their faces were not very good-looking, and the atmosphere was a bit tense. Obviously, the conversation just now made neither of them very happy. The staff officers were moving in and out.

Try to be as gentle as possible, for fear of offending the two giants.

The cause of the matter is also related to the big air battle that took place in northern Myanmar this afternoon. The US military stationed liaison officers with the British troops stationed in India. They immediately reported the news of the tragic defeat of the British air force stationed in India.

It was given to the headquarters, and it happened that the Chief of Staff, General Stilwell, was on duty. After receiving the telegram, he was so shocked that the cigar in his hand fell to the floor.

He hurriedly found out the telegram about the progress of the British and Indian troops sent back by the liaison officer a few days ago, and read it carefully. The more he read, the more Stilwell frowned, and then thought of Alexander's heroic spirit.

In the few days since the Indian army entered the Hukang River Valley, except for one day of fierce fighting in Xiduo, they did not encounter any strong resistance from Tang Qiuli's troops.

Based on Stilwell's understanding of Tang Qiuli's character and the combat effectiveness of the ** division troops, this is very abnormal. According to conventional tactics, as long as Tang Qiuli deployed part of the main force in the Hukang Valley, Alexander would never do this.

After advancing for hundreds of kilometers easily, the terrain conditions of the Hukang Valley were originally conducive to defense.

And Tang Qiuli showed weakness like this and allowed Alexander's troops to advance unimpeded. If there was no conspiracy here, even if he killed Stilwell, he wouldn't believe it. That Tang Qiuli was someone who wouldn't fight back or retaliate when he was scolded.

He talks about being a modest gentleman and a weak and incompetent Chinese, but on the contrary, he is still a fierce and cunning person who will kill his opponent with every move. If something goes wrong, there must be fraud!

What about the Japanese? They were so arrogant in the Indo-China Peninsula. Ito Genzaburo was so arrogant. He defeated more than 400,000 British and Burmese troops. Tang Qiuli sent his troops into Burma. In more than ten battles, the remaining Japanese troops fled south in panic.

The peninsula was huddled in a corner of Singapore. The navy and air force suffered heavy losses, and the Third Fleet became a trophy of the Chinese.

In Stilwell's mind, the combat effectiveness of the British-Indian army, which had never been on the battlefield and had seen blood, was not even as good as the original British army in Indochina. It would be a disaster to compete with an opponent like Tang Qiuli. Thinking of this

, Stilwell couldn't sit still anymore, put all the documents and the telegram together, and hurried to MacArthur's office.

(To be continued)