Age of Rebirth

On the night of October [-]th, in Mengmi, a small town in northern Myanmar, Chang Feng, chief of staff of the Independent Division Burma Campaign Headquarters and acting commander of the corps directly under it, was reporting the situation to the division commander Tang Qiuli.

Chang Feng took some telegrams and said: "Master, according to the report of our reconnaissance troops lurking in Mogok, the Japanese army has been mobilizing frequently in the past three days, and most of their main forces are concentrated in the direction of the Libao Grand Canyon. Just three hours ago, The six divisions of the Japanese army with about 15 troops went out in concealment and entered and occupied Mogok. In addition, there were about two armored tank regiments and a large number of artillery. The reconnaissance troops followed the order and did not disturb the Japanese army. They have all withdrawn to Mengmi .”

After the report, Chang Feng shook his head again and said: "Master, under the situation of the Burma war situation, Ito dared to launch an attack first with an unreplenishment of troops. I don't understand Ito's approach. Weapons and equipment, the Japanese army is at a disadvantage. As a result of doing so, the Japanese army will suffer heavy losses. What's more, our Eastern Front Group is approaching Mandalay step by step, and Ito treats the flank threat like a thing. It is incredible, is he an idiot or crazy? "

Tang Qiuli said calmly: "It's very simple. Ito is under pressure from Japan. The Japanese base camp is eager to solve the Burmese issue. Knowing that it is reluctant to fight, Ito is still forced to fight because he is afraid that the war in Burma will be delayed for too long. The Americans There was an unexpected change there. Ito had to fight or retreat. There were only two choices. He chose to fight. There should be some luck in it, right? Before our Eastern Front Group captured Mandalay, repel me in Mengmi The main force on the front line." [

Chang Feng was thoughtful, and then said: "Teacher, the Japanese army should launch a full-line attack in the early morning of tomorrow, and I will return to the army." After Chang Feng left, Tang Qiuli sorted out all the deployments in his mind, and there was no After finding any loopholes, he said to the communication staff officer: "Put through the phone of artillery commander Zheng Yong."

"Zheng Yong! How are your artillery preparations? Well, remember, it must be at the beginning of the Japanese attack. Yes, what I want is the first six divisions of the Japanese army. After the battle starts, the artillery fire must be ready." Cut off the contact between the Japanese army and the front and back, well, I am waiting for your good news," Tang Qiuli said.

Zheng Yong's uncontrollable excited voice came from the phone receiver, "Please rest assured, commander, there are more than 8000 artillery pieces of various calibers, and 28 rocket launcher battalions, which are enough to cover the front of Mogok, which is [-] kilometers deep and [-] kilometers wide. Saturated bombardment, overwhelming, sir, I can't help but laugh when I think about it."

Tang Qiuli also laughed, and said: "Zheng Yong, set up more artillery observation points, and stop shelling the target at any time. Although the artillery is enough for you to fight, save me a little bit. Otherwise, after the battle is over, Minister Zhang of the Logistics Department will find you I am troublesome, I will hand you out!" Zheng Yong became anxious when he heard it, and said: "Master, don't, I can't afford to offend that old man, I have made full preparations, all the artillery groups, There are three sets of observation posts to ensure that every cannon shot hits the little devil's head."

To be honest, for one of the veterans of the Independent Division, Major General Zhang Quan, the head of the division's logistics department and the commander of the Joint Service Command of the Burmese Theater, all the generals of the Independent Division, starting with the division commander Tang Qiuli, are not afraid. This old man He is famous for living a life, and the amount of money and things he handles is simply astronomical, but it is still like pulling a team back then, every penny is counted and spent.

The commanders and brigade commanders of the corps gave Zhang Quan the nickname "Bajiahu". If that wasteful person thinks he is a rich man, he will come to your door to argue and insist on forcing you to give a reason. Qualifications, age, and position are all there. If you don't train you to blush and make a promise, you will never give up.

No, the day before yesterday, Le Yiqin, the commander of the Southern Aviation Group of the Independent Division Air Corps, had just finished his trip to Burma, and as soon as he landed at Kunming Airport, before his buttocks sat still on the chair, Zhang Quan came to the door and covered his head. After a training session, he scolded the little bastards of the aviation soldiers as prodigal sons, and Le Yiqin even made a self-criticism and apologized, and managed to fool the old man away.

Looking at the back of Zhang Quan holding the pipe and leaving with his hands behind his back, Le Yiqin scratched his head and wondered, "Tell me, how can the people in the logistics department be so good at pulling abacus beads all day long? Knowing how to calculate the saturation bombing volume of your own fleet, and the use of medicines, is it really evil? What kind of capable people are they?"

Le Yiqin knew very well that the pilots enjoyed the bombing for two consecutive days. In addition, there were so many targets to be bombed, so a lot of air bombing and napalm were wasted. According to his estimation, it would take More than 15.00%, the battle was tense at that time, and the logistics department added again and again without saying anything. Therefore, after the battle, Zhang Quan came to the door, and Le Yiqin could only review.

Therefore, Tang Qiuli's half-joking words were enough to make Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the independent division, sweat down his spine, put down the division commander's phone, and hurriedly added two observation posts to each artillery group, just in case of mistakes.

At four o'clock in the morning on October [-]th, the faint morning light showed everything on this land in front of my eyes. The central part of Myanmar was a scene of early autumn. In the dark green of the surrounding area, the air is filled with the clear water vapor of early autumn. The wide and thick leaves on the tall trees cannot withstand the huge dewdrops. Little dewdrops fall, smashing the shorter shrubs and swaying continuously.

The swaying of the bush intensified, and it began to tremble. Immediately, groups of Japanese soldiers dressed in camouflaged branches carefully walked out of the bush and quietly headed towards Mengmi. The muzzle was pointing towards Meng Mi, and it was foggy. The sudden thick fog, pure white mist, like billowing thick smoke, hid everything that was revealed just now into the nature again, and the thick fog covered the valley, In jungles and plains, the visibility is only a few meters away.

Sergeant Meng Xiaozhu, leader of the Artillery Observer Team of the Third Artillery Group of the Independent Division, is a young man of only 20 years old. Regardless of his young age, he is also a veteran. In the summer of [-], he joined the Independent Division in Nangong County, Hebei. At that time, the Independent Division The main force of the army was fighting fiercely with Japan's dispatched army in North China. As soon as Meng Xiaozhu joined the army, he caught up with the Shijiazhuang battle. He had learned a lesson in advance before entering the Huangyadong base for training.

The young man was quick-witted and eager to learn, with a lively mind. Before long, he was sent to the Sergeant Training Brigade of Huangyadong Base to study. At Huangyadong Base, Meng Xiaozhu fell in love with artillery crazily. After graduation, he joined the First Artillery Brigade. as artillery observers.

The location of Meng Xiaozhu's team happened to be the only way for the Japanese army to go out of Mogok to Mengmi. On the evening of the [-]th, the observation team lurked into a hill full of shrubs. The place Meng Xiaozhu chose was an excellent location with a wide view , you can overlook the large jungle and plains under the mountain, and most importantly, on the mountain, there is a cave that can accommodate five or six people to rest.

The work of an artillery observer is boring, two nights plus one day, there is no movement in the jungle under the mountain and on the plain, even if a rabbit runs over, it can add some vitality to this monotony Son, Meng Xiaozhu was wet all over, the unique chill of early autumn in northern Myanmar, with huge dewdrops, constantly invaded his body temperature.

Every drop of dew fell on his body, and he trembled uncontrollably. His two assistants were too tired to open their eyes. Speaking of which, both of them were older than Meng Xiaozhu. In terms of military quality, they were inferior. Far away, holding the gun, huddled into a ball, only Meng Xiaozhu, still staring wide-eyed, observing everything around from the artillery mirror.

However, what you see is a thick fog like cotton wool, and the visibility is almost zero, unless someone steps on it, "bang", Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the independent division, dropped the binoculars angrily, and slapped him hard Hitting on the cannon box, he cursed viciously, "Damn it, God damn it also came to join in the fun. Does the God of Myanmar have relatives with the little devil?"

Seeing the black line on the commander's face, the staff wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, Zheng Yong grabbed the phone on the table, "Master? I'm Zheng Yong, this damn fog, all my observation posts trembled and became blind , It was 25:[-], and there was still no movement. Is their meteorological department just for nothing? Such a heavy fog, and they didn’t forecast in advance? They should be shot!" [

Tang Qiuli's face darkened, and he said: "Zheng Yong, don't scold the street here, the Japanese army dispatched not 80 10,000 people, but [-]+ people, there will always be traces, I have ordered Meng Mi's front-line troops to send small A reconnaissance unit, searching in the direction of Mogok, news will come soon. You artillery observation posts, all stared wide-eyed, other Japanese soldiers are under their noses, have not noticed yet, something is wrong, I will take you to ask! "

Zheng Yong shrank his neck and grabbed another phone on the table, "Attention all artillery groups, entering the preparation stage for shelling, the original shooting target remains unchanged, waiting for the command of the guns." According to Zheng Yong's judgment, if the Japanese army really This thick fog is their best cover. He suddenly wondered, if they cover the predetermined area and shoot blindly, can the little devil be blown out?

Immediately, he gave up this tempting idea, in case the little devil did not launch an attack, all of his 10,000+ cannons were fired in the open space, which would become a big joke, embarrassment is not counted, not only the teacher can't forgive I, the old man Zhang Quan, the logistics minister, can't I take a layer of my skin?In the future, don't even think about raising your head in the independent division.

This sudden heavy fog disrupted Tang Qiuli's planned deployment. When it was not determined whether the Japanese army would launch an attack, everything could only wait, and such waiting was passive. After thinking about it, he picked up the Telephone.