Due to the flight of a large number of local Kokang people, the successive victories of the Kokang Republican Army in all directions, the current rolling is no longer of special significance, and the guards are only a group of remnants of the MD government, so the main attack is only a brigade under the first division of the First Army, and the Blood Lion Legion assists on the flank.

The strength of this brigade is only more than 3,000 people, and the equipment is very ordinary, but the person in charge of command is not ordinary, it is Pang Yanglin, the third son of Pang Tianchong, who is currently the deputy commander of the first division.

Pang Yanglin is a very ambitious person, but he has always been overshadowed by the brilliance of his eldest brother Shen Peifu, and now the opportunity has come.

As the Kokang Republican Army (IRA) grows stronger, more and more people are needed to take on important positions.

The people of Pang Tianxiao's lineage have no chance, and the people of Pang Tianbiao's lineage no longer fight for anything, Pang Tianyi has only one daughter, and only a few children of Pang Tianchong are around power and status.

Pang Yanglin is a very interesting thing, the name means to admire and learn from the national hero Lin Zexu, Lin Zexu's Humen cigarette sales are trying to rid the Chinese people of the harm of drugs, and he has been in charge of the poppy cultivation of the Kokang Republican Army.

"Report to the deputy division commander, the front has been reconnoitred, and no enemy has been found!" The brigade commander ran over and reported to Pang Yanglin breathlessly.

"Then we must also strengthen vigilance, just in case!" Sighing, Pang Yanglin shook his head and said to himself: "How could the government army not set up an ambush ......?"

The army was advancing in a ravine, the infantry marching briskly in the fierce sunlight, and in front of them were six old Type 59 tanks from country Z.

This stereotyped and produced in 1959 was copied from the T54 of the former Soviet Union, a total of nearly 6,000 units were produced, and it has been in service for half a century.

It is only in such a backward war that the Type 59 tank can come in handy.

The loud noise of the old engine almost tears a person's eardrum, and the frequency of the noise is irregular, making it feared that it will stop at any moment, and the thick exhaust fumes from the exhaust pipe can drown out the infantry behind.

Just when Pang Yanglin was thinking about the next combat strategy, there were suddenly a few "muffled sounds" on the mountains on both sides, and then all the Type 59 tanks in front of him exploded violently, turning into a ball of fireballs and stopping, and the tracks also fell off the transmission wheels.

Pang Yanglin immediately reacted: "It's an anti-tank missile!"

The soldiers immediately scattered and fell to the ground, ready to counterattack.

However, after encountering a few anti-tank missiles, it became surprisingly quiet in all directions, so that the soldiers did not know where to fire.

The brigade commander's back was soaked with sweat, and he explained to Pang Yanglin in a panic: "The scouts really carried out reconnaissance, and they really didn't find the enemy in front!"

Pang Yanglin waved his hand, signaling the brigade commander not to make a sound, and after a while, he suddenly ordered: "The whole brigade immediately rushes forward at full speed!"

The brigade commander was very surprised by this order: "But now it looks like there is an ambush ahead!"

Pang Yanglin looked at the mountains on both sides and repeated decisively: "Listen to my orders and move forward at full speed!"

According to Pang Yanglin's order, the whole brigade quickly advanced into the open area ahead, and the tanks that were burning violently became an obstacle, greatly slowing down the speed.

Just as most of the troops entered the open area, a dense "whoosh" sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

Rows of artillery shells came at them, bringing a series of violent explosions behind the troops, and a series of flames and smoke completely engulfed the troops still trapped in the canyon.

"It's heavy artillery!" Pang Yanglin calmly observed the scene of the explosion, sneered, and ordered: "The whole brigade is immediately ready for battle!"

In charge of defending the roll, it was Thonglai, a military wizard who thought highly of himself who, after suffering a series of defeats, finally regretted it a little, and began to suspect that he had done it wrong from the beginning.

However, regret is useless, and it is urgent to avoid falling into the hands of the Kokang Republican Army.

After the reconnaissance learned about the specific situation of the Pang Yanglin brigade, Tong Lai set up ambush troops on the road ahead, and these troops were relatively far away from Pang Yanglin, so the Kokang Republican Army scouts did not find it.

Thonglai locked all of his long-range artillery into this gorge, and then pooled a limited number of anti-tank missiles to fire at the tanks of the Ponyanglin Brigade in this canyon.

Tonglai expected that Pang Yanglin would inevitably stop advancing because of a larger ambush ahead, and that bombardment with long-range artillery could cause great damage at this time.

If Pang Yanglin's troops tried to escape from the range of artillery, the destroyed tanks in front of them would become an obstacle, and if they retreated, they would cause confusion.

Next, Tonglai can let the ambush force launch a full-scale attack and annihilate the Pang Yanglin Brigade in one fell swoop.

Although the wishful thinking played well, Pang Yanglin's skills were superior.

After the anti-tank missile was launched, Pang Yanglin thought that since the scouts did not find the enemy, it meant that the ambush position here must be small in scale, and the purpose might just be to drag themselves.

As a result, Pang Yanglin ordered his troops to speed forward regardless of a single qiē, and this conjecture proved to be correct.

The ambush forces of Thonglai soon launched an attack, and by this time the Pang Yanglin brigade had already set up its position and stubbornly resisted the attack.

After dropping behind a large number of corpses, the Tonglai troops retreated some distance in the direction of the rolling road, and the battle was deadlocked.

The easiest place in the world to have miracles is the battlefield, where many things often happen that are impossible or undesirable.

It can even be said that wars are often changed by some unexpected subtle factors.

Pang Yanglin's brigade could have launched a counteroffensive, completely defeated this ambush force, and recovered the rolling in one fell swoop, but something surprising and inexplicable happened, a stray bullet pierced Pang Yanglin's left chest, accurately shattered the heart, and made Pang Yanglin die on the spot.

Pang Yanglin, the highest-ranking person to be killed in the Kokang Republican Army since the beginning of the war, sent an atmosphere of foreboding and sorrow to the top of the Kokang Republican Army.

Everyone seemed worried, and those who had been extremely optimistic about the prospects of the war began to become pessimistic at this time, because they felt the pain of the war firsthand.

What happened to Pang Yanglin today could happen to any one of them tomorrow.

The saddest thing in the world is that the white-haired people send the black-haired people, and it stands to reason that the saddest ones should be Pang Wenlan and Pang Tianpet, but these two people showed extremely strength, calmly and calmly commanded, and made a decision that surprised everyone, that is, to keep Pang Yanglin's death a secret.

This fortitude of theirs infected everyone, and they got rid of their grief and returned to the fight, although the pessimism would not be eliminated for a while, at least immediately retaliated against the MD government forces in the rolling area.

Army aviation carried out 24-hour air strikes, and on the third day after Pang Yanglin's death, a machine-gun bullet fired by the Apache pierced the roof of a house and miraculously lifted off the heavenly spirit cover of Tonglai.

He was looking down and analyzing the battlefield on the battle map, and before he could figure out what was going on, he returned to his hometown.

Thonglai's death was soon known to the Kokang Republican Army, which launched a decisive all-out offensive and conquered it with little effort.

At this time, the rolling alley has lost its former appearance, and there is a ruin everywhere, during which I occasionally see old and weak women and children who are unable to escape, with indifferent expressions and wooden eyes, watching the Kokang Republican Army march in one after another.

At the same time that the rolling was overcome, Pang Wenlan in the combat command room let out a long sigh, and a trace of old tears couldn't help but appear in the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa!" a slightly hoarse voice came from behind him, waking Pang Wenlan up from his grief.

Pang Wenlan slowly turned his head and found a girl standing behind him, about twenty-seven or eighteen, with dark skin just like other locals.

However, she has a pair of big eyes, double eyelids, and a high nose bridge, which is very in line with the aesthetic views of the Han people.

For the Han people, they are of medium stature, and they are considered tall in the local area. Overall, it's a complete black beauty.

The girl's face was streaked with tears, and she stood there like a pear blossom with rain, and her voice was hoarse because she had been crying for too long.

As soon as he saw her, Pang Wenlan felt a heart-wrenching pain.

The girl is Pang Yanglin's wife, Miao Heng, who was born in MD's own Burmese ethnic group.

Like Dechen Badan, another Burmese general of the Kokang Republican Army and now the commander of the Second Division, Mya Heng grew up among the Kokang people, spoke fluent Mandarin and Yunnan dialect, and had a higher sense of Chinese culture.

However, unlike Deqin Badan, Miao Heng did not hold any position in the Kokang Republican Army, and the union between Pang Yanglin and Miao Heng was completely based on love, although there was no realistic need, but Pang Wenlan was very supportive of this marriage.

Not long before Pang Jindong came to Changqing Mountain, the two had just got married, and it stands to reason that now should be the time for Qingqing and me, but Miao Heng became a surviving person in a blink of an eye.

"Miaohyung...... You haven't rested much in the past few days, now go back and sleep for a while......" Pang Wenlan let out a long sigh again, thinking of the fact that his family had paid so much because of his ideals, and his heart suddenly swelled with guilt for this granddaughter-in-law.

Miao Heng took a step forward, his voice still hoarse, but firm: "Grandpa, I have a request......

"Do you mean to give Yanglin a public funeral?" Pang Wenlan shook his head and said helplessly: "Actually, I also hope that Yanglin can be buried in a grand manner, and I can't always park the body at home." But now is not the time, if the news of Yanglin's death spreads, it will have a serious impact on the morale of the army. So now you can only keep it a secret, and limit this matter to the upper level, you have to understand grandpa's good intentions......"

"Grandpa, that's not what I'm talking about!" I don't know where the courage came from, Miao Heng interrupted Pang Wenlan's words.

Pang Wenlan didn't blame Miao Heng, but frowned and asked strangely, "Then what's the matter with you?"

"I'm going to take over Yang Lin's position!" Miao Heng said, looking at Pang Wenlan with endless sadness.

"You ......" Pang Wenlan didn't expect Miao Heng to make such a request, he slowly stood up, and said after a while: "But you are a girl!"

"But aren't many aunts, aunts, and sisters also commanding the army?"

There are two main reasons why Miao Heng has been idle, one is that she herself has no requirements in this regard, and the other is that Pang Wenlan is not very relieved, because she is Burmese after all.

Now that Miao Heng has made this request, Pang Wenlan plans to agree considering that there are other Burmese generals in the army, but he has other concerns: "But you don't have any experience in the army!"

"Grandpa, believe me, I can learn!" Miao Heng said and nodded vigorously in order to strengthen his tone, but he looked a little like a Dongying girl.

"Okay!" Pang Jindong nodded slowly and agreed: "Just do as you say!"

Let's talk about the MD junta's side.

As the war progressed, despair spread to the MD State Peace and Development Council, and everyone's hearts fell to the bottom.

The news of the defeat in front kept coming, and everyone found out that the bottom of the valley was not the real bottom, and there was hell below, and it was eighteen.

In such an atmosphere, everyone was reluctant to talk more, lest they anger their superiors.

At first, front-line officers tried to conceal the true situation on the battlefield, using perfunctory prevarication to describe the situation as a stalemate, and sometimes even fabricating successes.

But the top of the military government has another intelligence system, which has penetrated every corner of society and the army, and can grasp the real situation in a timely manner.

The military junta has shot and killed several officers who have been unfavorable in the war and have engaged in deception, and the situation of the war has still not been improved, and the military junta has made an inevitable choice under such circumstances, that is, to block the news of the defeat with all its might, and to declare to the public every day that the government army has won one victory after another, and how many separatists have been exterminated.

However, the methods of totalitarian governments are usually not clever, and if the number of separatists to be exterminated is combined, it far exceeds the entire strength of the Kokang Republican Army.

In the face of this situation of repeated defeats, the person who should be shot the most under normal circumstances is Thonglai, but with General Maung Ae in charge, no one dares to do anything to him.

Now that Tonglai is dead, he has died a well-deserved death, which has made many people secretly have fun.

The evil spirit that cannot be inflicted on the enemy can be passed on to Thonglai, and all the blame can be shifted to him, and the dead will not speak anyway.

On the day of Thonglai's death, a crisp sound of footsteps broke the dead silence of the State Peace and Development Council, bringing a little lightness and confidence to the people here.

Although the footsteps were hurried, they were steady and composed, and each step was heavily stepped on the ground, and the back of the leather shoes collided with the ground with a loud sound.