My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 330 The Opportunity Comes
Nankan originally belonged to China's territory. In 1897, under the pressure of Britain, the Qing government was forced to lease this 220 square kilometers of land to Britain permanently.

According to the "Sino-British Renewal Treaty of Burma" signed by China and Britain in that year, Britain recognized Namkan as the land of China, but it was leased by China to Britain for jurisdiction, and the lease price and other matters will be discussed later.

After that, it was occupied by the Japanese army. It was not until 1945 that the Chinese Expeditionary Force recaptured the land and established Guangfu Township. However, the National Government continued to lease it to the UK at a rent of [-] rupees per year until the founding of New China and the independence of Myanmar. interruption.

From the perspective of Nankan’s history, it is simply the second Hong Kong. It was also coerced by the British, but their endings were completely different. The latter eventually returned to the embrace of the motherland, but Nankan, an enclave surrounded by three sides But they didn't want to come back. Jiangxinpo, Nankan and other places were allocated to Myanmar forever.

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The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield has not yet cleared, but the sky is gradually turning white, which marks the end of the night of bloody battle.

"Subtract 180 from 31, then subtract 36, it depends on how much you get..."

Monk Zhou was sitting alone on the sandbag, holding a small notebook and a pen in his hand, and was struggling with several numbers. It seemed that he was not very proficient in addition and subtraction within a hundred.

Although the arithmetic is very difficult, he spread his fingers and counted seriously, so that Mo Youcai didn't notice when he walked around.

"Monk, how many casualties were there in the end?"

Monk Zhou raised his head and clicked his mouth. Ku Da Qiushen looked very helpless: "36 died, 31 were injured, and there are 118 heads left that can breathe. What about the company commander... Fight a battle to report Don’t let me do this kind of thing after a funeral.”

When he became a monk, the master saw that he was clever, so he taught him some simple arithmetic and asked him to be responsible for the accounts and expenses of the temple. Unexpectedly, after many years, he developed a "side job"

"Scholars have all sacrificed, and now the whole company only knows a few numbers, and if they don't look for you, they can look for someone."

Mo Youcai gave him an annoyed look, and sat down next to him: "You think I'm not bothering you? Damn you just report the number, and I have to wipe my ass!"

Monk Zhou sighed, looking at the neatly arranged corpses ready to be loaded into the truck in the distance, he felt strangely uncomfortable.

After a battle, there will always be a few familiar figures passing away. This is the law of war. Veterans are used to bearing everything in silence. Maybe they will just secretly wipe away their tears in a place where no one is around.

"Slow down, the head is covered by him, hurry up! Get someone to help!"

On a Sherman tank, Yuan Li and several soldiers carried out the driver who died in battle.

Half of his head was shattered, so he could only cover it with thick clothes to prevent the brain from flowing everywhere. The tragedy affected the hearts of everyone present.

During the battle last night, a bullet was shot through the observation hole of the tank from a very tricky angle, and instantly turned into a powerful stray bullet when it was ejected at an angle. Unfortunately, it hit the driver's head.

"Go all the way, bro..."

Before carrying the driver's body into the car, Yuan Li squeezed his cold hands to say goodbye to him. This was a brother who shared weal and woe in the concentration camp at that time. Endless torture did not break him down, but unexpectedly, in this yin and yang Two intervals.

"Battalion Commander, Ah Fei is gone, we... none of our tanks are driving." The gunner slowly leaned on the frame and sighed in frustration.

Yuan Li picked up the water bottle and took two sips, then said helplessly, "Wait, I have already reported to the head of the team, and he said that the new driver will arrive in two or three days at the earliest."

"It's not sure yet, so don't we have to wait for several days?"

"Then what can be done? I heard that they seized more than a dozen armored vehicles in Wanding. You don't know how much the troops are short of drivers. Just wait."

Yuan Li spread his hands, and it would be nice to wait a few days for the driver promised by his superiors to come, even if he came, he would probably be a novice.At present, there are a lot of transport vehicles in various troops, but skilled drivers are extremely scarce. As a last resort, Liao Mingyu also set up a car driving training camp in the rear to train drivers for the frontline troops.

But after all, driving a tank is not the same as driving a car. The principle is similar but the structure is quite different. It is difficult to get started without systematic training.

Hearing this, the gunner became even more unhappy, and muttered to himself: "The No. 3 car was ignited by a burning bottle, and the guys inside were lucky to survive, but they were injured enough. Driver, wouldn’t we lose two tanks to Lashio?”

"You kid still wants to go to Lashio, why don't you let go of any good things? The 200th Division and a regiment are in charge over there. We have already taken 6 Shermans from others. Why don't we leave some meat for them to taste? Besides, aren't you tired?" Yuan Li scolded with a smile, just after taking down Nankan, his subordinates actually wanted to go to Lashio.

"Why are you tired, I'll be excited as long as you beat the little devil!"

The gunner's words made Yuan Li smile wryly in return, why didn't he want to continue to fuck those nasty Japanese?

But now the battle line is stretched, and the logistics supply is getting slower and slower. Don't look at how many little devils were wiped out in the happy fight last night, it was all produced by tons of ammunition.The next batch of supplies is estimated to arrive tomorrow afternoon. Before that, they can only rest in place.

Although the Chariot Battalion has been pushed all the way, there have also been some losses. In addition, since yesterday afternoon until 4.5 am, the high-intensity battle has made the soldiers very tired. No matter how fierce the steel is, it is not made in this way, so The immediate priority is to rest and wait for the arrival of new orders.

At this time, Mo Youcai came striding forward with a list in his hand: "Battalion Commander, this is the casualty situation of our two companies. There are 78 casualties in the sixth company and 67 in the seventh company. There are 219 people left in total. Please You have a look."

"Well, it's hard work, why didn't Company Commander Ji come?" Yuan Li asked after watching.

"Ji Laosi is injured, his shoulder and thigh were bitten twice, and now he has been sent down."

"Oh...I see. Go back and rest. There should be no combat missions for these two days. Let the brothers in the infantry company take a good rest. I will notify you when the supplies arrive."

"Yes! But Battalion Commander... are you okay, are you injured?" Mo Youcai asked worriedly seeing Yuan Li's face and body covered with blood.

"No, this belongs to my pilot." While speaking, Yuan Li's eyes fell, and then turned to the tank behind him. He was still sad that his comrades had left.

"Then the tank won't be able to drive?" Mo Youcai asked in surprise.He fixed his eyes on the tank with a little blood on it, and his heart was suddenly filled with emotion. It may not be safe to stay in this iron lump.

(End of this chapter)