?“ General, the battle report of the direct battalion has come, it seems that they are not in a good condition now, in the last few days they have been pursued and intercepted by at least more than 1,500 Japanese-Burmese allied troops, the casualties of the direct battalion are very large, more than a third, and their weapons and ammunition consumption is very large, I am afraid that they will not last long. "Green" They applied for an airdrop of supplies, but this time there were infantry mines and gasoline in the supply list, but the plane that airdropped the second batch of supplies from the airport had just taken off," Adjutant Rand entered Stilwell's office with a telegram sent back to the headquarters by his battalion.

Of course, the telegram in Rand's hand was not sent by Zhao Zhi, it was sent by Edward after he got out of danger, but the content of the telegram had already been discussed with Zhao Zhi. Exaggerating the number of Japanese pursuers and his own casualties was decided by the unanimous consent of the officers, and it was Edward's own idea to ask the command for a third batch of airdrops. If the direct battalion wants to deal with the Japanese army here, it needs good material support, and Edward is not sure if the command will always provide material support for the direct battalion, so he doesn't mind applying for more things from the command when he has the opportunity.

"How's our boys preparing?" Stilwell smoked his cigar comfortably, playing with his gold lighter. The boys Stilwell said were an all-American commando team under the U.S. military, that is, the real body of the battalion that needed cover as a decoy--- the real commando team that attacked Myitkyina. This was a secret agreement between the United States and the Nationalist Government, and in order for the United States to continue to provide assistance to the Nationalist Government, the United States needed to intervene in Burma, so the American troops stationed in Burma had to have what was called a wonderful battle, and Stilwell put this battle at Myitkyina airport.

A large number of elite Japanese troops were stationed in Myitkyina, and Zhao Zhi's direct battalion was selected as a decoy to lure away the Japanese alert troops on the periphery of Myitkyina, and to tear a hole for the US assault troops who arrived later, so that they could smoothly launch a surprise attack on Myitkyina Airport. For the sake of this victory, Stilwell had to sacrifice his direct battalion, which was one of the few troops in the expeditionary force to excel in mountain warfare, and they were very successful.

"The **** infantry regiment that cooperated with them will arrive tomorrow, and according to the plan, they should set off the day after tomorrow, that is, on the 24th of this month" Rand quickly flipped through the documents and found the information Stilwell needed one by one. Stilwell closed his eyes and thought for a while, tapping his fingers on the table, "Don't worry, change their action time to the 28th, you go and notify the logistics office and the airport, and immediately contact the direct battalion to prepare the third batch of airdrops, and the number will be doubled" Stilwell wants to use the direct battalion to attract more Japanese pursuits, so that the pressure on his commandos will be much less, and it is best to force into Myitkyina Airport without casualties.

The direct battalion got two batches of supplies in a row, and it was simply impossible to go fast with so many things, and they would not throw away these hard-won materials and leave on their own. Stilwell wanted to use these materials to tie the hands and feet of the battalions directly under them, so that they could firmly stick to the pursuing Japanese troops, constantly consume the Japanese army, and force the Japanese army to send more troops to encircle and suppress the battalion directly under him, so as to achieve the goal of empty troops on the periphery of Myitkyina.

There was no wind in the dark night, and there was a roar in the sky, "Light the fire, hurry up and light the fire" With Yuan Qingqing's shout, the female soldiers ran to the big firewood piles with the torches they had just lit. Yuan Qingqing, who had long been out of the plain, temporarily hid behind a small hill, where the dense mountains and forests provided them with the best cover, and when they received Edward's telegram, it was already almost night. Since it was Zhao Zhi's arrangement, Yuan Qingqing led his soldiers to chop a few large pyres and waited for the evening to guide the position of the airdropped transport plane.

The place where Yuan Qingqing lit the pyre was a large open space on the south side of the small hill, which was an open terrain, which was not only convenient for the airdrop of the transport plane, but also convenient for Yuan Qingqing and the others to find the materials that had fallen. Edward's telegram made it very clear that this batch of materials was a total of 50 parachutes, so Yuan Qingqing only needed to count the number of parachutes after receiving all the materials to determine whether the supplies were sufficient. This open land is not small, in order to avoid the position of the airdrop materials is too large, the transport planes have chosen to fly at low altitude airdrops.

The pyres formed in a large circle were lit by the torches of the female soldiers in turn, and the roaring light of the fire piercing the night sky provided the best guidance for the transport aircraft in the night sky. The white umbrella flowers opened one by one, and slowly fell down with the wooden box fixed below, and the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed over. It would be unwise to light such a large number of fires on such a night, so it is necessary to count the quantity of supplies as soon as possible, and then extinguish all the fires to hide the whereabouts of the troops.

Use a sharp bayonet to directly cut the parachute rope on the wooden box, and then the two people lifted a wooden box and turned around and ran, almost all the soldiers brought by Yuan Qingqing were like this, they were the forward troops of the direct battalion, in fact, there were not many intact soldiers, in addition to those few female soldiers, there were more than 30 soldiers, and the others were wounded.

50 umbrella flowers, 50 wooden boxes, all of them were fixed on the backs of mules and horses with parachute ropes, and the only dozen or so mules and horses left in the battalion were almost out of breath. As a temporary airborne open space, it was not too far from Yuan Qingqing's camp, but they had too few people, so they could only use these mules and horses as helpers. The mules and horses lined up walked slowly, and the dozen or so male soldiers left behind by Yuan Qingqing pushed the still smoking pyre into the big pit that had been dug a long time ago with sapper shovels, and hiding their whereabouts was the most important thing, especially the traces after the airdrop.

"How?" There were still a few hundred meters away from the camp, and the rich man came up with a few soldiers, this batch of airdropped materials was too much, so he couldn't help but worry, if it weren't for the lack of manpower and the need for him and Cao Yan to stay and guard the camp, it is estimated that the rich man would have followed Yuan Qingqing to receive the airdrop. Yuan Qingqing and Zhao Yan, who looked at the rich man's eagerness, laughed a little, this guy is good at everything, but he looks like a miser on his face every day and is not welcomed, and going to him to get supplies is like asking for his life, and every time he is reluctant to give more.

"50 boxes are enough, but I haven't opened the box yet to see if the contents are right" Yuan Qingqing, who couldn't help but smile, nodded at the rich man. The airdropped supply box can only be opened and inspected when it returns to the camp, and if it is messy on the road, the rich man will not have to find himself desperately. When the male soldiers who were responsible for covering up the traces rushed back, Yuan Qingqing and his mule and horse team also happened to return to the camp, and everyone was helping to unload the wooden boxes.

"I'm a submachine gun bullet and a magazine," "I'm a bomb and a detonator," "I'm a rifle bullet," "I'm a can," the men pried open the wooden box with bayonets, rummaged through the contents, and told the rich man what was in the box he was responsible for. "8 boxes of ammunition for submachine guns, 5 boxes of rifle bullets, 2 boxes of ammunition for machine guns, 10 boxes of canned food, 10 boxes of compressed biscuits, 3 boxes of explosives, 2 boxes of medicine and gauze, and the rest are 2 boxes of grenades and 5 boxes of Bazooka rockets and 3 boxes of mortars plus artillery shells" The rich man looked happily at the list of supplies after counting.

"Zhao Yan, you take the people who used to fiddle with the grenadiers, and take the mortars to guard the hillside on our left. Cao Yan, you take all the riflemen on the right side of the hill to guard, the other people, whether they are wounded or not, must press these bullets into the magazine or put them in the magazine as soon as possible, and when the commander arrives, we will enter the mountain" Yuan Qingqing began to arrange the manpower in the camp, this place is already close to the mountain, it is better to be careful. When they were separated from Zhao Zhi, Zhao Zhi once told her to be careful of those Burmese people who lived in the mountains and forests along the way, and sometimes, these guys were just holding long knives and bows and arrows, which were even more difficult to deal with than the Japanese army.

Yuan Qingqing's front team only had a few dozen people, but their mules and horses took away the surplus weapons in the battalion and some of the captured Japanese machine guns, so after getting the airdrop supplies, Yuan Qingqing issued a gun to all the people in the camp, whether it was a wounded, whether it was a rifle, a submachine gun, a pistol, anyway, a gun per person. It's not that Yuan Qingqing is afraid of anything, she just suddenly remembered Zhao Zhi's parting instructions, and she can't take it lightly at any time, Yuan Qingqing didn't know at this time that it was her whim decision that saved everyone and her own lives.

According to the rules of the directly subordinate battalion, the sentry at night must be three posts with one light and two darkness, even if it is Yuan Qingqing's front team. The bright whistle in the first half of the night tonight is the cook Wang Dabao, and Yuan Qingqing's manpower is too tight, so he has to use the cook Wang Dabao as well, but it seems that Wang Dabao himself is quite willing to do this errand. Holding the submachine gun coaxed from the machete, Wang Dabao, who was full of magazines, squatted behind a wooden box energetically, and looked around vigilantly with his two eyes. In fact, there was nothing to see in such a dark night, and Wang Dabao was just extremely excited to stand at night for the first time.

Wang Dabao had his own gun, but it was just a pistol, and as a cook, he had no chance to go to the battlefield to fight the Japanese army face to face, so it was a waste to give him a rifle or submachine gun. As for that pistol, it was issued to him because Wang Dabao was also an officer, and Zhao Zhi took care of his face, so it was issued to him, but it was basically an ornament, so Wang Dabao was full of resentment and anger. Every time Roger maintains a gun, Wang Dabao will get some delicious and sneaky, and follow the greedy Roger to learn a few hands, Wang Dabao, who has been going back and forth, is not much worse than the soldiers in the battalion directly under him, but he has never had the opportunity to prove himself to Zhao Zhi.

Wang Dabao dreamed of having a submachine gun, and as soon as he pulled the trigger, it was a half-shuttle bullet that was fired, which was too much for his appetite compared to rifles and pistols, but Zhao Zhi never gave himself this opportunity. If it weren't for standing at night tonight, coupled with the two bottles of good wine he brought, it is estimated that he would not be able to coax this submachine gun from the machete, and when he thought of his two bottles of good wine, Wang Dabao felt a pain in his flesh for no reason. However, touching the hard submachine gun in his arms, Wang Dabao still felt that the two bottles of wine were worth it, anyway, the wine was stolen from the rich man, and he just had to get it if he didn't have it, and this submachine gun himself was not something he could touch every day.

"Pap" "Papa" Wang Dabao pretended to be fighting with a submachine gun that had not opened the safe, and the sound of shooting from his mouth fired fiercely into the surrounding night, and from time to time he made a few squatting and rolling movements on the ground. These are all tactical moves given to Roger in his spare time, and it is said that the goat's scouts are trained in this way, but Wang Dabao's body is too fat, and these actions he made made the hidden sentry laugh a little.

The two snickering sentries didn't know that danger was slowly approaching them, and behind them, several black shadows were slowly approaching them, but both of them were attracted to Wang Dabao, but they didn't notice the abnormality behind them. "Woo" A dark whistle lying on his stomach was choked by a pair of hands that suddenly appeared from behind him, and then a heavy object pressed on his body, holding his hands and feet tightly, so that he couldn't make a sound and move at all.

"It's not good, it's an enemy attack" The dark whistle who had been controlled secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, but his hands and feet were firmly pressed, and after being strangled by the neck, he felt that his eyes were black, his body was soft, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. "Damn, it's a Burmese" Before completely losing consciousness, the attacked sentry turned his head desperately, and finally saw clearly the pair of bare feet without shoes that appeared on his side, only the Burmese who lived in the mountains and forests did not wear shoes.

When this secret whistle took his last breath, another secret whistle arranged by Yuan Qingqing was also attacked, but his condition was slightly better, at least he still had a desperately struggling hand to move. "Die, even if you die, you have to pull a cushion back" Dark Sentry's right hand desperately broke free was placed on his waist, which was his grenade, and there were two American grenades hanging from his waist. The sound of the "ding" grenade safety collapse was extremely crisp in the dark night, and the black shadows who held down his hands and feet hurriedly let go of their hands and turned around and ran, the power of the American grenade is much greater than that of the Japanese grenade, if you don't run, you will wait to be blown up.

"Want to run?" The reaction of the dark whistle was also fast enough, he was just let go of him just turned over and raised his hand, and threw the grenade that opened the safety to the black shadows who ran away, afraid that the power was not enough, he took off another grenade and threw it out, but he climbed forward a few steps forward and lay on the ground with his head in his hands. The two explosions of "boom" and "boom" sounded outside the camp, and against the backdrop of the rising fire, the few black shadows that attacked him just now were pushed out far away by the qi wave, and it was not his concern whether he lived or died. ~ To see the first ad-free, please go to "Green"

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