Age of Rebirth

The night was still dark, and the rain was still falling continuously. A few guard battalion soldiers used raincoats to set up a temporary rain shelter for the seriously injured commander, Major General Wen Rongcai. For all this, Wen Rongcai, who was in a coma, As soon as he knew it, Qi Xiaorong, chief of the communications section, asked the military doctor worriedly: "Is the commander's injury all right?"

When asked this question, Qi Xiaorong was at a loss. He received three wounds on his thigh and abdomen, and he is still in a coma. The military doctor was silent for a while, and replied cautiously: "Chief Qi, the commander's injury, although The bleeding has been stopped, and there is no danger to life for the time being, but the head has not been taken out, I am afraid that the commander's injury will worsen, and it will be difficult to handle!"

Qi Xiaorong asked eagerly: "What can be done?" The military doctor replied: "There is only an operation as soon as possible, but, Chief Qi, you also know that we have this condition now, and we can't even find a dry place. , There is no surgical equipment, the only way is to rush to the Magao Security District Hospital as quickly as possible."

Qi Xiaorong sighed secretly, according to the current marching speed, coupled with such a ghostly weather, within two or three days, he would not be able to reach Ma Gao, but he still said to the guard and battalion commander who was standing by the side: " Convey the commander's order, and the troops march faster!"

At dawn, the surrounding scenery was clearly visible. After several days of rain, it finally stopped, and the dark clouds gradually thinned and dispersed. After walking for more than an hour, the sky was bright, and the eastern sky was full of bright red. The bright morning sun gushed out, dispelling the fog that shrouded the mountains and forests, and the sunlight dazzled the soldiers' eyes with a golden light. [

But that warm breath permeated everyone's heart and spleen, taking a breath of air with the smell of sunshine, the wet heart became refreshed, and Wen Rongcai, who had been in a coma for most of the night, became refreshed.Youyou woke up, her face was pale, and her voice was weak, she said, "Stop for me! Where is this?"

Qi Xiaorong shouted in surprise: "Military doctor, military doctor! Commander is awake! Commander, don't move, we have arrived at Gangaka. It is more than 40 kilometers away from Xiduo, and it is safe now."

The military doctor hurried over, examined Wen Rongcai, and said with a sigh of relief: "Commander, it's a blessing, but you must operate immediately. Otherwise, the wound infection will still be life-threatening!"

Wen Rongcai forced a smile, and said, "Don't worry, I haven't made the man who killed me. The little devil can kill me, and the British and Indian soldiers don't even think about it. Xiao Rong, have all the troops withdrawn? Casualties How is it going?"

Qi Xiaorong hurriedly replied: "Commander, don't worry. The two troops have withdrawn safely. The first garrison is on the south bank of the Hukang River Valley. We are marching with the second garrison. This night attack caused casualties. More than 300 people, including more than 100 dead and wounded soldiers, have all been carried down, the situation of the first defense team is similar to ours!"

Wen Rongcai gave a weary smile, and said, "Okay, it's worth it. Last night, at least killing more than 2000 British and Indian soldiers is not worth it. It's still profitable, and I'm finally worthy of lying in Xiduo. Brothers, Xiaorong, send a report to the division commander immediately, our troops in the northern Myanmar border guard zone have safely withdrawn, and now we have arrived at Gangaka, and continue to gather in the direction of Magao."

After Qi Xiaorong finished recording the message, he hesitated and asked, "Commander, do you want to report your injury to the division commander?"

Wen Rongcai shook his head and said, "Rangzi bit me a few bites. This small injury is worth making a fuss about alarming the teacher? Isn't it too embarrassing? By the way, Xiaorong, add a sentence in the telegram, before we retreat, we will ruthlessly Bite the Brits and the Indian soldiers."

Tang Qiuli in Myitkyina, after receiving Wen Rongcai's telegram, laughed and said to Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe: "This is Wen's lunatic personality. I guess, with outnumbered enemies, Wen Rongcai is unwilling to suffer. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the dark night before the retreat, fight back and grab some before leaving. This lunatic Wen is still the same as before, a master who refuses to suffer. , when the rain stops at dawn, we should go too!"

Le Yiqin, who was busy commanding the bombers and fighters to take off, heard that the division commander and the division headquarters were moving to Magao, so he hurried over to see him off. Unfortunately, he came a step late, and only saw the shadow of the convoy leaving the city. Seeing the convoy gradually disappearing from sight, Le Yiqin's heart felt a little empty, with an indescribable loss.

He originally thought that when the division commander was in command of the Hukang River Valley Campaign, the headquarters would be located in Myitkyina. base command post.

After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone on the table, "Hey, Commander Wu? Cancel the original mission of your Eighth Regiment and stay in Myitkyina to take on the air security mission in the Magao area. Don't ask so many questions, Commander. Going to Magao, what if the British planes bombed in the past, yes, take turns to take off, maintain uninterrupted air patrols, lead the team yourself, and always have two squadrons in the sky."

At around nine o'clock in the morning that day, the first defense team on the other side of the Hukang River Valley waded across the river and had a round with the second defense team. They advanced for more than an hour and turned around a dense forest. The guard battalion suddenly sent a signal, about five kilometers away from the troops, and found a large number of troops rushing in the direction of Xiduo.

As soon as Wen Rongcai heard the report, he understood in his heart that the two brigades directly under the Corps must have come up. As soon as they contacted him, sure enough, what they met was the vanguard battalion of the Ninth Brigade directly under the Corps. The soldiers of the district troops completely relaxed from their tense mood. A day of fierce fighting, a night attack and a rapid march in the middle of the night exhausted their physical strength.

Major General Xiao Jinshan, the brigade commander of the Ninth Brigade, heard the report from the Qianwei Battalion and encountered troops from the northern Burmese border guard area. He hurried over and saw Wen Rongcai lying on a stretcher. Said: "Old Wen, how are you doing?"

They used to be old comrades directly under the Corps, and they were very familiar with each other. Wen Rong said with a weak smile: "Brigade Commander Xiao, I, Old Wen, can't die, it's just a little unlucky, let the british guy bite me a few times! I haven’t fought for a long time, my hands are raw, and I’m ashamed in front of your old man! After all, it’s the main force, with tanks and cannons. If I have your big guys, British and Indian soldiers, don’t try to take advantage of it!”

How could Xiao Jinshan be in the mood to joke, he hurriedly called the military doctor over, asked about Wen Rongcai's injuries, and immediately said: "Order the field hospital with the army, and arrange for Commander Wen's surgery immediately, and the troops move on!"

While preparing for the operation, Wen Rongcai, regardless of his weakness, introduced the situation of Xiduo and the British and Indian Army to Xiao Jinshan in detail, especially the artillery superiority of the British and Indian Army, which made Xiao Jinshan feel the situation of the British and Indian Army. With a clear understanding, this will be of great help to him in carrying out the division commander's step-by-step blocking mission.

Xiao Jinshan took Wen Rongcai's hand, and said comfortingly, "Old Wen, don't worry about it. Before I set off, the teacher had already explained the style of play. But, to be honest, Old Wen, you won't lose with less than 1 people. The second-line troops, without heavy artillery and tanks, can withstand the attack of more than 20 British and Indian troops a day. Before leaving, they even took a bite of fat. I, Xiao Jinshan, admire you. After all, you are a madman.

Just when Wen Rongcai was explaining to Xiao Jinshan the situation on the Xiduo front line, the troops of the Northern Burmese Border Guard, the Xiduo blockade line, had just experienced a volcanic eruption-like artillery devastation and violent bombing from the air.

At dawn, the visibility could be clearly seen. The positions held by the Chinese army and the artillery positions behind the British and Indian troops suddenly sounded like a thunderous roar. Immediately, a group of large-caliber guns pierced the dawn air with a screaming sound. When it landed on the Xiduo position, gunpowder smoke was billowing, mud was flying, and large tracts of grass were lifted up by artillery, torn to pieces, and lifted into the air.

The tall trees fell down with a bang, and were cut into pieces by the flying pieces. The earth shook and the earth trembled. Along the banks of the Hukang River Valley and the Xiduo area, they were blown up into a terrifying scene by overwhelming cannons. In this world, the newborn sunshine was obscured by gunpowder smoke and dust. Ten minutes later, dozens of British bombers joined the bombing against thousands of Chinese defenders.

All of this is just to open the passage to continue to the north of Myanmar and pull out the nails that blocked the British and Indian troops of more than 20 troops. Alexander fulfilled his promise and used all artillery fire and bombers to fight for the third division of the British army. The opening, shelling and air bombing lasted for a full hour and a half. The British artillery poured tens of thousands of large-caliber guns, and the British bombers dropped hundreds of heavy bombs. The highlands were blown into the most desolate place in the Hukang Valley.

The bombardment stopped and the bombers returned. Before the smoke cleared, Major General Qiao Busen, the commander of the third division of the British Army, put down his binoculars and ordered with a gloomy face: "Mix the first and second regiments to attack, and the third regiment will follow." Enter!"

The light and heavy machine guns serving as cover fire screamed "da da da", and poured them into the empty Chinese army positions, beating up the dust. It was still a customary charge formation, the first few rows, It was an Indian soldier, with a distance behind them, followed by shrinking British soldiers. This formation can guarantee the maximum possible casualties of the British soldiers.

Moreover, Indian soldiers can also be used in the front row to consume the firepower of the defenders. This style of play is exactly the same as the practice of letting the puppet army take the lead before the Japanese army charged on the Chinese battlefield. It seems that no matter where it is, The fate of cannon fodder is the saddest.

The figures of the soldiers charging were hidden in the gunpowder smoke. Qiao Busen's telescopic lens was filled with smoke and blurred. Before he heard the gunshot, Qiao Busen's heart was lifted tightly.

(to be continued) (to be continued...)