Age of Conquest Reborn

The ** Division Aviation, Southern Flying Group, and more than 460 fighter jets from five regiments lined up in neat aerial formations under the rising sun, forming more than a dozen square formations, at a low altitude of less than 800 meters.

Flying recklessly over the city of New Delhi, the roar of the engine made the window glass rattle. The fighter pilots, through the cabin windows, could see the panic-stricken crowds of people running on the ground.

Of course, Tang Qiuli's special plane was personally protected by Le Yiqin with six fighter jets, flying at an altitude of several thousand meters. Regarding this, Le Yiqin was not accommodating. Even if Tang Qiuli threatened, it would not help.

He didn't want the division commander's special plane to be shot several times by the British and Indian soldiers who drank too much or were frightened and went crazy.

It took more than twenty minutes for the formation to fly over New Delhi. Tang Qiuli burst into laughter and ordered: "Le Yiqin, order the formation to turn back and circle around New Delhi a few times to give the British

Deepen the impression, otherwise, they won’t remember it!”

The huge fleet of planes turned back and flew over New Delhi again. The residents of New Delhi did not know whether it was a Chinese plane or a Japanese plane, but they all stared with frightened eyes, praying to God or Buddha, but thousands of

Don't watch it, the roaring and fatal bombs dropped from the plane. At this moment, the whole city was trembling with fear.

More than fifty minutes later, the air force's large fleet of aircraft that covered the sky finally left. The sound of roaring engines gradually disappeared in the eastern sky. The frightened New Delhi regained its vitality little by little.

Governor Pajvasali, with a face ashen as death, crawled out of the underground air-raid shelter and stared blankly at the blue sky. The sound of the air-raid siren being lifted did not bring even a little bit of relief to his heart.

Everything that happened in the sky above New Delhi, the Governor is well aware of. This is the Chinese people's response to their own petty tricks. To be precise, it is a warning. Tang Qiuli warned in this way. Tell yourself, take back those little tricks, petty tricks will never happen.

You can't stand on the stage. The only thing that can speak is your strength!

After being in a daze for a while, Governor Pajevasali said to the staff officer who also had an ugly face: "Convey my order. All troops heading to and stationed near the 83rd parallel east longitude should immediately evacuate the area and return.

The original defense area and the border garrison troops are strictly ordered not to provoke the ** division troops under any circumstances!"

The staff officer agreed and then asked doubtfully: "Your Majesty the Governor, if Chinese soldiers deliberately provoke us, how should the troops respond? Will they resolutely fight back?"

Governor Pajvasali suddenly became furious. He shouted in a stern voice: "Asshole, didn't you understand my order? Under any circumstances, if you can't bear the provocation of Chinese soldiers, you must endure it. If that troop

Commanders or soldiers who disobey my orders will be shot on the spot!"

Governor Pajevasali was worried that if his gun went off, it would give Tang Qiuli, a lunatic, an excuse and reason to attack the West Indies. Besides, what could he do if he couldn't bear it? Could he defeat Tang Qiuli's troops?

However, Governor Pajevasali was obviously over-concerned. His reorganized troops stationed in India, with the backbone of the British-Indian prisoners of war released by the ** division, had already been defeated by Chinese soldiers.

From the Hukang Valley in the north, to East India, East Pakistan and even Central India, battles were defeated one after another. Although these soldiers and officers were still wearing military uniforms and holding guns, they had been deeply imprinted with the anti-Japanese division in their bones.

The fear of the troops!

Let alone a misfire, or a provocation to the ** Division troops, even if faced with an attack by the ** Division troops, as long as you shout a few times, groups of people will rush to surrender to the Chinese soldiers! Once upon a time

After experiencing it and doing it again, there is no psychological barrier.

How to evaluate that this time Tang Qiusheng did it intentionally, and Tang Qiuli took advantage of the situation and used it to the extreme. More than 400 fighter jets carried out an armed deterrence for more than 50 minutes over New Delhi, the headquarters of the British Army in India?

In the following years, the main field regiments of the ** division in the East India region were gradually transferred to other battlefields, leaving only second-line troops, but only three or four brigades, with only 20,000 to 30,000 troops. The British did not dare to cross

In a sudden move, the 83rd East Longitude Line became a taboo for the British troops stationed in India, an untouchable high-voltage line!

At around nine o'clock in the morning on June 2nd, Tang Qiuli's special plane landed smoothly at Yangon Airport. While the special plane was still taxiing on the runway, Tang Qiuli saw through the port window that at the end of the runway, there was a dense darkness.

A large group of people, shining stars, a forest of military uniforms.

After jumping off the special plane, deputy division commander Tang Qiusheng came to greet him. He stopped one meter away from Tang Qiuli, looked at him carefully for a while, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Fortunately, he looks good. It seems that Berlin

The water and soil are quite nourishing!”

Tang Qiuli had a grimace on his face, but before he could say anything, Tang Qiusheng's eyes flashed, he saw Battle, and shouted in surprise: "Is it Battle?"

Battelle hurriedly let go of Bai Luoyu's little hand, ran back a few steps, stood at attention and saluted, "Report to Deputy Commander Tang, Battelle has been transferred back to China, please give instructions to the Deputy Division Commander!"

Then, he took another step forward and called: "Brother Qiu Sheng, I haven't seen you for several years, but you are still the same, you haven't changed at all!"

Tang Qiusheng took Barter's hand, patted him heavily on the shoulder several times, nodded repeatedly, and said: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back. In the past few years, he has missed all of us!"

At this time, a large group of generals came up and surrounded Tang Qiuli. They scrambled to salute him and kept shouting: "Commander, you are finally back!"

At a glance, Tang Qiuli was familiar with Lieutenant General Feng Jiwu, commander of Niangziguan Garrison, Major General Li Honggang, commander of the 29th Corps, Major General Ma Chaoyang, commander of Indochina Peninsula Garrison Area of ​​the ** Division, Yun, Guizhou, Guizhou, and Guangdong.

Major General Tian Shuangxi, commander of the joint defense forces of the four provinces, and Major General Jiang Yanming, commander of the Songhu Garrison Command who were far away in Shanghai, also rushed over.

Division Logistics Director Major General Zhang Quan, **Division Aviation Southern Flying Group Commander Major General Le Yiqin, Navy Fleet Commander Lieutenant General Tang Qiuquan, First Deputy Commander Major General Amosiev, Marine Corps Commander Major General Han Tie

, it’s really a gathering of stars and masters.

Among them, there were old subordinates that Tang Qiuli had not seen for several years, such as Jiang Yanming and Tian Shuangxi, as well as those he had not seen for more than half a year, such as Tang Qiuquan, Amosiev and others. Tang Qiuli held the generals' arms vigorously.

Hands, we exchanged pleasantries for a while.

When he saw Tang Qiuquan, Tang Qiuli said: "Brother Qiuquan, your fleet has worked hard and is it all back?"

Tang Qiuquan replied seriously: "Yes, division commander, the main force of the fleet is currently anchored at Yangon Military Port. However, I have ordered three aircraft carriers to form a task force and rush to Yulin Naval and Air Force Base on Hainan Island. The Japanese are in the South Pacific.

The fight is in full swing, so we can’t sit idle!”

Tang Qiuli nodded happily and said: "Okay, brother Qiuquan, plan ahead, take advantage of the opportunity, and be ready to go. The fleet is under your command, I am completely relieved!"

A large group of people were sitting in more than a dozen military jeeps. Tang Qiusheng and Tang Qiuli were sitting in the same car. Tang Qiuli couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Brother Qiusheng, why did you summon everyone to Yangon?"

?”

Tang Qiusheng smiled and said: "The Japanese are fighting against the Americans. The strategic concept for Southeast Asia and the South Pacific that you have been sketching has begun to take shape. I have thought about it. Soon, we will make big moves. This is not yours.

Are you used to it? Every time there is a war, the commanders of all corps and arms must be called to a meeting. I will convene everyone in the name of the division headquarters in advance to save you from having to send telegrams hurriedly after getting off the plane and delaying time! "

Tang Qiuli laughed, raised his thumb towards Tang Qiusheng, and said: "The one who knows me is Brother Qiusheng! By the way, Brother Qiusheng, how is the troop assembly going?"

Tang Qiusheng said in a slow voice: "According to your order, we have been secretly assembled in Yangon, Hainan Island, Kuala Lumpur, Bangkok and other places. Don't worry, the troops have done a good job in hiding and have not exposed our intentions!"

Tang Qiuli thought for a while and said: "Brother Qiusheng, since everyone is here, I think it is better to convene a military meeting right away!"

Tang Qiusheng was stunned and said: "Aren't you tired after flying for more than thirty hours in a row? It's not in a hurry, so you can rest all afternoon. Isn't it perfectly fine for us to have another meeting in the evening?"

Tang Qiuli patted his chest exaggeratedly and said: "Brother Qiusheng, do you think I look tired? I ate well and slept well. When I came back, I brought more than 400 fighter jets to fly over New Delhi.

After a few laps, I’m feeling full of emotions!”

Tang Qiusheng shook his head, smiled helplessly, and said: "Okay, let's do it in the afternoon. You take a rest first, and I will arrange the meeting!" However, Tang Qiuli did not respond, frowning as if

He was thinking about a very troubling thing, so he didn't say anything further. He knew his cousin's problem with jumping thinking. At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking about again.

After a while, Tang Qiu suddenly asked: "Brother Qiu Sheng, it has been more than forty hours since the Japanese army started attacking the Americans. Hasn't MacArthur sent us a telegram asking for help? Could it be that the Japanese army's attack did not go smoothly?

Can the Americans withstand the situation and the battlefield falls into a stalemate? Or does MacArthur have the confidence or ability to fight back the Japanese with the strength of the American family?"

Tang Qiusheng shook his head and replied: "No, since the outbreak of the South Pacific War, the communication radio station with the Allied Forces Headquarters has been silent. I have been thinking about this issue in the past few days. According to common sense, it shouldn't be.

The Americans’ little strength is no match for the Japanese, so what on earth is MacArthur planning?”

Tang Qiuli wanted to say something, but did not speak. The jeep stopped suddenly and stopped in front of a house. Tang Qiuli's home in Yangon has arrived!

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