Age of Conquest Reborn

Alexander glanced at the obviously exhausted Adams beside the campfire. This dedicated chief of staff was under greater pressure than himself. He just gave orders, but Adams was responsible for the specific execution. In a short time

In a few days, he had become exhausted mentally and physically, and in many matters, he could no longer do without him.

Alexander shouted softly: "Adams!" Chief of Staff Adams suddenly didn't notice and shouted again. Adams suddenly raised his head as if in shock and asked solemnly: "Commander, what are your orders?"

Alexander no longer felt condescending and asked in a consultative tone: "Adams, what are our casualties today? How many kilometers did the troops march?"

Adams sighed and replied: "Commander, there were eight air strikes in total throughout the day, and the troops suffered more than 3,500 casualties. Fortunately, it was the commander's method, otherwise, our casualties would have exceeded

It is several times more than what it is now, but the speed of the march is worrying. It has only retreated more than thirty kilometers. At this speed, it will take at least ten days to reach Xiduo!"

Alexander knew that Adams was telling the truth. Ever since he left Xinduo, the sky above his head had never been silent. Tang Qiuli's bombers came one after another, bombing from dawn to dusk, barely giving the troops a break.

It took almost as long as a few kilometers to avoid bombs falling from the sky. The terrain of the Hukang Valley made it impossible to carry out large-scale evacuation and air defense.

They can only be passively bombed. Although the casualties are not too great, the speed at which they can march is enough to make people crazy. If this continues, it will not take two or three days for the *** division's troops to be like locusts, overwhelming the sky.

If you catch up, your whole army will be annihilated by then, so what's the point of such a painstaking retreat? It's better to stop them on the spot and fight to the death, and you'll be happy!

There was a lot of simmering anger in Alexander's heart, but let's look at the officers and soldiers under his command. Do they still have the strength to fight? Even if they did, these second-rate troops and logistics troops could be as powerful as wolves and tigers*

Are you the opponent of the soldiers of the * Division? There is no need to think about it in detail, but looking at the morale and state of the soldiers, the anger in Alexander's heart will naturally leak out.

Alexander sighed deeply. Don't think about fighting. It's more important to escape. The Chinese have a saying that makes sense: "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about having firewood." If you can return to East India, you won't have to worry about having firewood.

A chance to make a comeback.

He continued: "Adams, you must be very aware of the current situation. The bombers of the Japanese Army are bombing us indiscriminately throughout the day. Our actions during the day are completely restricted. If this continues, we will not wait until Xiduo.

We will be trapped in a tight siege, and I can be sure that the Chinese soldier is right behind us."

"Moreover, such consumption is not something we can afford, so I think about it and we must change this passive state. Change our marching method, rest during the day, march at night, and sleep at dawn. Although the difficulty increases,

But, you can avoid the damn Chinese bombers, Adams, what do you think?"

Adams was already exhausted mentally and physically. The more than 3,000 dead and injured soldiers still had to be dealt with. Moreover, this was the second time he was forced to abandon the wounded. This work alone put him under a psychological pressure that was ten times higher than that of others.

Several times more than that, the officers and soldiers looked at me with a hint of chill in their eyes. After all, he was the one who gave the order to abandon their comrades, even though he was only the executor.

He has no doubts about Commander Alexander's idea. Although this is a helpless approach, it is currently the most feasible. Walking in the dark is better than constantly falling bombs and facing the frightening Chinese bombers.

It was a hundred times better, and more importantly, he could get rid of the job of constantly abandoning wounded soldiers. This job made him feel like an executioner.

Adams said with a hint of melancholy: "Your Majesty Commander, it seems that we can only do this. I will immediately convey your order to change to a night march starting tomorrow."

Alexander looked at the luminous watch, shook his head and said: "No, not from tomorrow, but from now on. The bombers of the Japanese Army are a threat. Don't forget, there is a greater threat, that is, in

The ** Division troops chasing behind us are the deadliest threat. Give the order and the troops will set off in two hours and camp again after dawn!"

Adams looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "Commander, I'm afraid this won't work. The soldiers' mental and physical strength have been exhausted to a certain extent. They can't recover at all after a two-hour rest. Moreover, our troops do not march at night.

I'm afraid, this order will be difficult to carry out due to your habit?"

Alexander's voice suddenly became sharp, "Chief of Staff Adams, you might as well tell the soldiers that our greatest threat is not the bombers of the US Army in the sky, but the ground forces of the US Army that are chasing us closely. If anyone doesn't want to become Chinese,

If they are prisoners, then they have to get up and travel all night, or stay here and wait to die, let them choose!"

Adams was a little sluggish. He knew that Commander Alexander was telling the truth, but what about the soldiers? Can the soldiers understand?

Sure enough, after Alexander's order was conveyed through officers at all levels, the British and Indian soldiers immediately complained and cursed viciously. The commander who had led them to a dead end was going to die marching in such a dark night.

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Although Alexander racked his brains to gain an advantage for his troops, the commander of the Southern Flying Group of the ** Division Aviation, Major General Le Yiqin, had already taken all of this into account. That night, tens of thousands of people were destined to die.

A night of terror for British and Indian soldiers.

On the night of April 30th, at 8:30 sharp at Myitkyina Air Force Base, three red flares slowly rose in the night sky. The night lights on the airport runway were turned on together, and bombers roared one after another.

Soaring into the dark night sky, the lights under the wings flickered and soon disappeared from sight.

Le Yiqin folded his arms and watched the night-flying bomber formation take off. Chief of Staff Dong Ningxuan said with some concern: "Commander, night bombing is a completely new topic for us. Although it has been trained before, it can be used for

In actual combat, this is the first time. The safety of the night bomber formation is on the one hand, but the key is, how to find the target under night conditions?"

Le Yiqin turned back, looked at Dong Ningxuan meaningfully, and said unhurriedly: "Chief of Staff, the fleet's carrier-based aircraft can all be trained on the aircraft carrier at night on such a large piece of land, and they can still fall off.

No? As for how to find the bombing target, don’t worry, the British will tell us their current location, don’t worry, wait for the good news!”

Dong Ningxuan shook his head. He didn't know where the commander's confidence came from. Anyway, this matter was a bit uncertain. Whether he could find the bombing target was the next best thing. He would be lucky if he could land safely at Myitkyina Airport and avoid any accidents.

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Le Yiqin picked up the intercom and called: "Nighthawk 001, I am No. 1. Now I order the night flight formation to keep the distance between the crews, turn on the airborne radar, maintain altitude, and fly along the Hukang River Valley.

Fly, after reaching Xinduo airspace, immediately lower the flight altitude. The British and Indian soldiers can guide you to the target. After the bombing is over, return immediately!"

Lu Xishan, commander of the night flight formation, replied loudly: "Yes, commander, strictly follow your orders! After arriving in Xinduo airspace, lower the flight altitude!"

Speaking of which, Lu Xishan had a double blessing today. His bomber brigade captured a brigade of British and Indian soldiers in Xinduo. After returning, he was highly praised by the commander. As one of the rewards, he was appointed as this

The commander of the second night flight formation made the other bomber group captains extremely jealous.

In the Southern Flying Group, officers above the level of group leader, including many squadron leaders, have been trained in night takeoff and landing. Strictly speaking, Lu Xishan is not the best. According to the combat order of the bomber unit, he is not in this position.

The captain of the second battalion of the fifth regiment came to command more than fifty night aircraft.

Who are the bomber pilots who participate in night bombings? They are all captains of various regiments. They are usually high-minded guys, and one of them refuses to accept the other. Of course, this is a place where you can speak based on your ability. You don’t have it.

He is not very capable. In terms of qualifications and strength, if he were to go to the back, it would probably take more than a dozen people before it was Lu Xishan's turn.

Therefore, when these captains heard that the commander appointed Lu Xishan as the commander of the night flight formation, they all felt uncomfortable in their hearts. However, they all knew Le Yiqin's temper and did not dare to say it to her face. Behind her back, they all directed their sour words at Lu Xishan.

Come on, this matter has caused a sensation within the Southern Flying Group.

"Oh, Lao Lu, did you have a dream last night? No wonder your kid made a fortune in Xinduo today." "Lao Lu, tell us how you deceived the commander.

Official, can you steal this job?" Some were unconvinced, some were sour, some were curious, some seemed to be trying to get along, but in fact there was something in their words, and so on.

Lu Xishan didn't care about so much. Since the commander entrusted this task to him, it was trust. No matter how these old friends muttered, he would resolutely carry out Kong Zhi's orders and do the job well.

Although these captains talked a lot of weird things, once they took off into the sky, they got into their roles and strictly followed Lu Xishan's orders without losing their appearance at all.

The formation passed through the Xinduo airspace. Lu Xishan gave the order and the fleet immediately lowered its altitude. Seeing the dark shadows passing under the belly of the aircraft, it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous. Fortunately, they were on board.

The radar can control the altitude. He looked at the instrument and found that the flight altitude was just right. When he turned around a high mountain, his eyes widened.

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