Age of Conquest Reborn

The gunshots in front lasted for less than ten minutes and became sparse again. Then, the gunshots rang out and stopped. Xiao Jinshan felt as if he was scratching his head and clicked his lips. When he turned around, he saw that the regiment commander was still there.

After poking, he became angry and glared at his subordinates and said, "Why don't you leave? Why don't you wait until I take care of the food?" The regiment leader walked away with his head drooped and unconvinced.

Such a blockade was definitely a method of defeat at the first touch. However, starting from the Second Battalion of the 1st Regiment, the troops did not suffer any more losses from the British tanks, and even took advantage of it. The bombs and mines laid in a hurry also exploded.

There were several British tanks. In the opinion of the front-line commander of the British and Indian troops, the Chinese troops were too reluctant to fight.

A few rounds of tank shells drove away nearly a thousand people. The resistance was extremely weak. The situation on the front line was quickly reported to Alexander. He seemed very calm and composed. He just ordered: "Pursue, pursue without stopping, crush everything."

The Chinese soldiers who dare to block our British Imperial Army must occupy Xinduo before this evening!"

Alexander's order turned into more brave actions of the British and Indian soldiers, and the contempt for the Chinese Army in his heart rose to the level of contempt. A day ago, when they were bombed by Le Yiqin's bomber formation, they were frightened and panicked.

It has become history, and the morale of the British and Indian troops is unprecedentedly high.

Several battalions of the first regiment withdrew one after another. Xiao Jinshan knew that it was time for him to leave. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Old Fang, I am Xiao Jinshan. Damn it, we were defeated all the way. I can hear the British tanks."

There's some movement, yes, soon

You have to leave, or do you want to wait to be a prisoner? It's time for you to move away, right? I think so in Xinduo. Let's ask the teacher for instructions at the same time. If we don't give it a beating, I'll keep this coward feeling in my heart.

, I can’t even sleep at night!”

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Fang Yuanshan smiled slyly. As if he saw Xiao Jinshan's face with his own eyes, he said slowly and seriously: "I think it's okay, but Lao Xiao, the acting needs to be realistic. You can't use it and you can't take it with you."

You rags, throw down more of them, do you look like you are escaping! In this regard, you, Lao Xiao, are an expert. You know how to defeat battles. Do you have any experience?"

After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Jinshan to speak, he turned off the walkie-talkie, laughed happily, and said to the staff around him: "I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I guess Xiao Jinshan is jumping around and cursing at the moment! Pack your things.

, let’s retreat! Go to Xinduo and wait for these bastards!”

Xiao Jinshan looked at the walkie-talkie and said, "Hey!" After several calls, there was no response from the other party. Is the phone turned off? A breath stuck in his chest. At this moment, a battalion commander who had withdrawn ran over covered in dust.

, said: "Brigadier, retreat quickly. The British tanks have already come up. They are less than five kilometers away from us. There are no troops in front of us. Our battalion is the last batch!"

The battalion commander's words made Xiao Jinshan even more furious. The flames in his heart were jumping. How could he speak? "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I will become a prisoner? I'm not that stupid." But what the battalion commander reported was the actual situation.

It's also out of good intentions. It's better not to get angry at others and curse them. This tone is blocked in your heart.

As soon as he turned his face, he saw the staff officers and guards standing next to him, looking at him like stars holding the moon, waiting for his orders.

What are you looking at? Why are there flowers on my face? Pack up your things and move out, why don’t I go to a place for the British?"

Battle reports from the front line came to Alexander like snowflakes. The troops were progressing smoothly. Although the fighting continued, the intensity was not worth mentioning. The soldiers of the ** squadron collapsed at the first touch. The reports from each unit were almost the same, "Block."

The squadron clearly lacked heavy weapons and training. In front of our tank troops, all resistance did not last more than ten minutes."

Some front-line troop commanders, in order to show their merit, carefully selected a few of the captured trophies and sent them to the commander. Alexander looked at the old rifles, tattered military boots and military uniforms with interest, and his face became increasingly grim.

The peace became peaceful, and countless small-scale battles confirmed his judgment. The ones who blocked him along the way were Tang Qiuli's local troops, and they were second-rate or even third-rate troops.

How can such a force with no combat effectiveness, such poor equipment, and poor or incompetent command be able to withstand the continuous attacks of more than 200,000 well-equipped troops? It is a wise choice for them to escape, otherwise, in their own tanks

In front of the heavy artillery, it was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.

Through these battles, Alexander had reason to look down on the army commanders appointed by Tang Qiuli. If the general himself commanded this blockade, considering the terrain conditions of the Hukang Valley, more than a dozen tons of gunfire would be able to defeat his own troops.

, unable to advance even half a step within a week, or select several locations that are conducive to defense but not conducive to offense, concentrate forces, and organize a large-scale blocking battle.

Each location can block one's own troops for three to four days, and one's own troops will not advance so smoothly. In the Hukang River Valley, such blocking locations are not difficult to find and can be found everywhere, and the ** Division

The layer-by-layer blocking tactics adopted by local troop commanders were tantamount to asking for trouble for the British Empire's powerful firepower.

How long can a blocking position of several hundred people hold up? It's not even considered a blocking position. The result of the battle has already shown this. It only lasts ten minutes. Tactics determine the outcome of the battle, and Tang Qiuli can't control these.

The third-rate troops on the table constantly provided fuel to their soldiers to increase their morale and courage. Unfortunately, they did not capture a single prisoner of war.

Otherwise, your Excellency the Commander, who attaches great importance to gentlemanly demeanor, would not mind interrogating the prisoners of war in person, and would be interested in writing a personal letter to the stupid commander, pointing out his mistakes, and letting him know what it means to be a general of the British Empire.

Talent and style, what is the art of command in war? Mastering the rhythm of the battlefield is a concrete manifestation of the art of command. Undoubtedly, in General Alexander's view, he has mastered the rhythm of the battlefield. This feeling is wonderful and even more intoxicating.

Ma Gao, commander of the ** Division's Northern Burma Campaign Headquarters, Tang Qiuli, was looking attentively at a telegram from Europe. He had been looking forward to this telegram for a long time. The German head of state, Hitler, was finally in distant Europe.

He extended his hand to Tang Qiuli.

The content of the telegram was as polite as ever, with a hint of showoff and annoyance, "My old friend, goodbye in Berlin. We haven't seen each other for several years. I often recall that we drank wine in my office at the Empire State Building.

Long talk, let’s talk about the situation of major world events. At present, the great German army has occupied more than 90% of the land on the European continent. Old friends, congratulate me!”

"The German Army's campaign in Europe is coming to an end. Only the islands occupied by the British are still making their final resistance. It's really a nerve-wracking place for me. The German Air Force has invested eight percent.

More than ten forces have been conducting non-stop bombings on important targets and cities in the British Isles, but so far, there has been no sign of the British surrendering."

"More than half of the German Army troops are concentrated in the English Channel, preparing for a large-scale cross-sea expedition to British lands, but the results are not satisfactory to me. The British will to resist is beyond my imagination. That

Churchill, a war maniac, a true drunkard and smoker, and a liar who was good at demagoguery, used rhetoric to give the British a shot in the arm and increased the huge difficulties for the German army."

"With the strong support of the Americans, the war against Britain has been protracted for a long time and has absorbed most of Germany's energy. I have lost patience and turned my attention to the East, where there are sworn enemies of the German Empire.

The Russians, who are as ugly as gorillas, are waiting for the great German army to destroy them. Regarding this, I would like to hear the opinions of my old friends. I eagerly hope that you can come to Berlin and we can have a long talk in person."

At the end of the telegram, Hitler showed great interest in the war in Southeast Asia, "Old friend, your army is currently fighting the British in southern Asia. I don't understand very much. The British are on the mainland.

We are already struggling to support ourselves, but we have no ability to launch a war in Asia. Perhaps only Churchill, a war madman, would do such a thing."

"I have to think deeply about this. Could it be that the British war potential has not been fully realized? There is also the ability to fight two wars at different locations at the same time. All kinds of doubts have to be discussed when we meet. Germany

The Munich beer, Hessian sausages and grilled fish are waiting for my old friend to taste. Please make the trip as soon as possible. Your old friend Adolf Hitler has personally written it."

Tang Qiuli shook his head and sighed while reading the telegram. He simply admired Hitler so much. This German head of state had conquered the entire European continent and became the leader of the Nazi Party. His evaluation of Churchill made him laugh. He couldn't help but laugh.

In terms of demagogueing people's minds, Mr. Hitler ranks second, and no one in the world dares to rank first.

It seems that Churchill's attack on him in northern Burma made Hitler suspicious. No one can understand what British Prime Minister Winston Churchill did. His home had been beaten to a mess, and he still had the leisure to provoke others outside.

A war broke out, and what was more, they faced Tang Qiuli, who swept across the Indo-China Peninsula and defeated the arrogant and arrogant Japanese into a state of panic.

Hitler's doubt was that he could not figure out the British's trump card. He was afraid that when fighting against the Soviet Union, the British would suddenly stab him in the back.

The ability of a place to initiate war on its own initiative made Hitler feel unsure.

After reading Hitler's telegram, Tang Qiuli somewhat understood Churchill's crazy approach.

(To be continued)