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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1433 The Silent First Battle

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    Xiao Jinshan has his own plan. As he said, in the dark night, the terrain is complex, and it is difficult to distinguish between enemy and friendly targets. Pursuing under such circumstances will increase a lot of casualties. As a unit directly under the division commander Tang Qiuli, he is an expert in fighting.  If you continue to be confused about this tactical issue, you will not be able to achieve the position of brigade commander. If you mess up the battle, when will the score be scored?

    What's more, there is Fang Yuanshan's 10th Brigade behind them. If they fail to contact in time, they will be bombarded by Lao Fang and the others.  There are more than 15,000 people in the Tenth Brigade, waiting with red eyes for these bastards to run back. None of them can run away anyway, so why are they anxious?

    After listening to Xiao Jinshan's briefing, Fang Yuanshan blinked a few times and thought to himself, "You Xiao Jinshan fought a skillful battle. I am not a vegetarian either." The combat staff officer Tuantou Duo ordered: "Order the brigade to belong to the heavy artillery regiment.  The artillery battalions of each regiment waited for orders to carry out all-round bombardment according to the predetermined areas. By the way, they also used mortars to drive those turtle bastards back. I won't accept your favor from Xiao Jinshan!  "

    "In addition, I order the frontline regiments not to take the initiative to attack without my order. When the British and Indian soldiers get close, they will hit them hard with light and heavy machine guns and just hold on to their positions. They will not fight this losing battle because they are blind and blind."  Woolen cloth!"

    The soldiers of the British and Indian troops who fled back were running back towards the left bank of the Hukang River Valley in noisy piles and batches. They had no organization or tactics at all. They all hated themselves for not running fast and the artillery fire from the Chinese Army.  , completely defeated their courage, and the surviving soldiers were cursing Brigadier Singh viciously in their hearts, "Are you talking nonsense? Is this the squadron that was chased by us and fled in embarrassment?"

    After running back less than seven or eight kilometers, the shadow of the defeated British and Indian troops was captured by the forward artillery observation post and quickly reported to the brigade commander Fang Yuanshan.  Fang Yuanshan said succinctly: "Let's get started!"

    A burst of artillery fire that was more violent than before came down overwhelmingly. Fang Yuanshan used more artillery than Xiao Jinshan, and the explosion points were all connected.  With flashes of fire, flying shrapnel, and rumbling cannons, the artillery of the 10th Brigade formed a wall of death in front of the British and Indian soldiers running back.

    The British and Indian soldiers, who had been completely stunned, ran dizzily in the direction just now. Xiao Jinshan looked through the telescope and grinned with joy.  "Ouch! I don't appreciate this guy. He drove the British and Indian soldiers back to me again. Why are you so polite? Take them all and order the artillery to drive back these turtles and bastards.  go back!"

    After a few tossing back and forth, the sky was getting brighter.  In the shelling area between the two brigades, British and Indian soldiers could no longer be seen panicking and running around like headless chickens, until the visibility could no longer affect the cleaning of the battlefield.  The two brigades went together to search and attack together. At about six o'clock in the morning, Xiao Jinshan and Fang Yuanshan met.

    The two stared at each other for a while. The staff officers on both sides were so nervous. The two brigade commanders were like fighting cocks, with sparks in their eyes. Don't get into an argument for a while. What should your subordinates do?

    Xiao Jinshan burst into laughter and said, "How do you count prisoners?" Fang Yuanshan waved his hand magnanimously.  He replied: "I won't argue with you, old Xiao, and I'll give you half the money. How about that?"

    Xiao Jinshan patted Fang Yuanshan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm an old friend after all. I'm just refreshing. I don't have any objections. Are we sending two companies from each of our families to the division commander as a meeting gift for the Northern Burma Campaign?"

    Fang Yuanshan pulled off Xiao Jinshan's big hand and said, "You, Lao Xiao, have the most clever ideas. I agree, it's better to send these turtle bastards away as soon as possible, so that I don't have to hold my breath when I see them!"

    Four companies of soldiers escorted more than a thousand British and Indian prisoners towards Magao. Then, the 9th and 10th brigades continued to meet the enemy on both sides of the Hukang River Valley according to the original plan.  More than 200,000 British and Indian troops left.

    The first battle of the Northern Burma Campaign ended in such a neat way. A mixed brigade of more than 7,000 British and Indian soldiers was wiped out, leaving only more than 1,500 wounded prisoners. Among them, some were British.  Most of the soldiers were soldiers, and the rest fell under the artillery fire of the two brigades. The casualties of the ** division troops were only more than a hundred people.

    For Tang Qiuli and Alexander, with hundreds of thousands of troops deployed by both sides, the destruction of the 1st Jungle Brigade of the British Army in India's Puram Garrison was just an inconspicuous little wave that soon disappeared.  In the subsequent large-scale battles, due to the need to keep the battle secret, the news of the victory of the 9th and 10th brigades in the first battle was not announced to the public, but the first achievements of Xiao Jinshan and Fang Yuanshan were buried.

    At about 6 o'clock in the morning on April 27, the British-Indian Army's 3rd Division camp in the direction of New Taiji was only about 20 kilometers away from the location where it was bombed yesterday. There was a lot of noise as the soldiers started their day.  repetitive and monotonousHowever, what is different from usual is that the British and Indian troops did not prepare to march. Instead, they gathered together in groups of three or two and ate a different breakfast.

    Those British and Indian soldiers who had finished eating were leaning lazily under the big tree, with a lazy attitude of doing nothing. Just last night, the commanders of the four British and Indian military divisions received orders from Commander Alexander, "  In view of the current unknown enemy situation and the great threat to our troops from the bombers of the ** Division, all units are resting in place and awaiting orders for the next move!"

    There is no need to nervously pack up tents and marching equipment, no need to walk into the forest covered in stinky sweat, no need to walk on mountain roads with sore soles of feet, and no need to be driven away by officers like ghosts. For soldiers, of course,  It was a dream to bask in the sun and have a good sleep, which was very beautiful. However, the different food for the British soldiers and the Indian soldiers made the Indian soldiers full of resentment.

    Major General Solapuning, the commander of the third division, woke up on time and opened the tent curtain. The early morning air in the mountains of northern Myanmar, mixed with water vapor that had accumulated overnight, rushed towards his face. It was cool and refreshing with the fragrance of the trees.  Major General Sorapunin was refreshed and opened his arms. Just as he was about to breathe the air of a new day, there was a noise outside, which ruined the good mood of the Major General.

    Major General Sorapunin led a few guards and walked towards the direction of the noise. About a few hundred meters away, they found a clearing in the mountains. What they saw made the division commander furious and filled with rage.  In the heart.

    In the open space, dozens of British and Indian soldiers were divided into two teams like fighting cocks, glaring at each other. Moreover, there were many soldiers with bruises and swollen faces. The ground was covered with spilled food, trampled by countless pairs of military boots.  It was a mess, and there were many soldiers watching around. Some of them were not afraid of the trouble, whistling and shouting loudly, which meant to encourage more fighting!

    Major General Solapuning knew without asking that it was because of the different food that a quarrel broke out between the British soldiers and the Indian soldiers, which developed into a fight with each other. This was common in the mixed British and Indian troops.  As long as no one is killed, officers at all levels will turn a blind eye and not take him seriously.

    In the view of Major General Solapuning, it is natural and natural that British soldiers and Indian soldiers are treated differently in terms of food and treatment. For the conquered colonial natives, they are second-class citizens. The British Empire can absorb them  Joining the army and leaving the slums with a full belly is already an extraordinary blessing.

    If trouble is caused again because of food and treatment issues, it is because they don't know the importance and gratitude. If it were normal, these ignorant Indian soldiers would be given a beating with a military stick and put in solitary confinement, or in serious cases, they would be punished for violating military discipline and disturbing the morale of the army.  They were all charged with being shot, but it was different today. Being bombed by Chinese bombers for two days in a row had already destabilized the morale of the military. If it was not handled properly and caused a mutiny, it would be very bad.

    What's more, Indian soldiers are still needed to rush to the front and serve as cannon fodder during the war. Major General Solapunin shouted to the staff officer beside him: "Let the military police send all these troublemakers to the disciplinary management brigade."  , let them suffer hard!¡±

    After saying that, Major General Solapunin walked away angrily, and the soldiers who were watching also dispersed, leaving only a mess everywhere. In fact, Major General Solapunin's approach seemed fair, and the punishment for soldiers who violated disciplines was  They treat everyone equally, but everyone knows that the Disciplinary Management Brigade of the Third Division is managed by the military police. In the mixed British-Indian army, the only people who can serve as military police are the British, and the Indians can't even rely on them!

    It is conceivable that when entering inside, the British soldiers will be fine. The only ones who will suffer are the Indian soldiers, and they will be miserable. In normal times, there is nothing wrong with what Commander Solapuning did, but  On the front line of the battle with the ** Division troops, the consequences were revealed in the subsequent battles. The 3rd Division was the first to be defeated by the entire British and Indian Army, which dragged down the entire army.

    At about 6:30 in the morning on April 27, in a forest more than 50 kilometers east of Xiduo in the Hukang River Valley, the main force of the British and Indian Army camped out at the Middle Route Army. A thin morning mist enveloped the valley.  , rows of tents were looming in the fog. The Indian soldiers who had stood on guard all night were soaked by the fog. They shrank with cold bodies and looked at the tents with dull eyes, imagining the dry and warm beds inside.

    Of course, such treatment can only be enjoyed by those British soldiers who are like lords. In the mixed British-Indian army, standing guard and doing menial and backbreaking work all fell to Indian soldiers without exception.

    There is only one exception, and that is the cooks. British soldiers will never allow Indian cooks to prepare their own meals. Those who poop without toilet paper, are dirty, smelly, and full of coffeeThe British soldier was so sick that he wanted to vomit just thinking about what the gely-smelling guy had made.

    From the largest tent, a soft call came: "Your Excellency, Commander, it's time to wake up!"

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