When the Japanese army attacked, it was just dawning, and the British army, which had been shaken by the lights and the cold guns of the Japanese army all night, was exhausted and unprepared. Most of the British soldiers were still lining up to eat, and Phogelin was patrolling the position with a few officers. While inspecting the firepower on the position, he observed the terrain and speculated on the possible offensive routes and directions of the Japanese army. Through the faint fog of the morning, Foglin stood at a high point and looked at the position of the Japanese army opposite with a telescope, and had received a telegram from the headquarters that an advance battalion directly under the headquarters was rushing here.

With only one battalion of troops, Phogelin didn't have much hope, he just hoped not to lose face as an officer. At the very least, he was able to maintain the dignity of a British officer when he surrendered to the Japanese army. "Move the machine guns here, and bury more mines in front of the trenches," Phogelin whispered to the staff officers around him from time to time, arranging the defense of the position.

"Ah, what's that?" An officer pointed to the mist ahead, and Phogelin turned his telescope in the direction of the officer, and what he saw through the telescope froze him instantly, and under the cover of the mist, a large patch of earthy yellow was rushing towards him. At least a thousand Japanese soldiers took advantage of the cover of the mist to get out of behind the concealment, lined up in the famous pig formation of the Japanese army, and rushed towards this side, with the intention of breaking through the British position in one fell swoop.

Phogelin put down his binoculars and shouted loudly, "Japanese attack, Japanese attack" As he shouted, several mortar shells whistled down and rained, raising a few clouds of smoke over the British position. Vergelin jumped into the trench and kicked the British soldiers who were still in a daze, "Defend, defend, the Japanese are coming" Under the kicking of Vergelin and the officers, the soldiers were in confusion.

For a while, the British position was boiling, and the soldiers who reacted were already lying in the trenches and shooting at the Japanese soldiers, but some panicked soldiers could not find their guns and steel helmets. The attacking Japanese did not care about this, they cried out for something to rush into the British trenches. The unprepared British were disrupted by the sudden attack of the Japanese army, and the Japanese had already rushed to a distance of only 50 meters from them, and only a few soldiers in the trenches began to counterattack.

The Japanese army had already rushed very close, and the British army could even see the hideous expressions and sharp bayonets of the Japanese army, and many British soldiers were frightened by the madness of the Japanese army, and only fired a few shots, and began to flee backwards. Vergelin led the officers to stop the soldiers from escaping, but the British army had lost its effective defenses and could not stop the Japanese attack at all.

The Japanese covered fire, consisting of grenadiers and light and heavy machine guns, swept through the British positions like a torrential rain, and suppressed the British troops who dared to return fire in the trenches. The British army was no longer in the back of the ground to cover up, and in the event of a rout, only death or capture awaited them. Knowing this, Vergelin's only hope now was that the two battalions of expeditionary force could come to rescue them in time, so Vergelin sent his adjutant to contact the two battalions of expeditionary force on the radio.

But there was still no movement on the side of the expeditionary force, and Vergelin angrily scolded "I knew that those Chinese were unreliable" A British soldier ran in front of Vergelin with a dizzy rifle, and his mouth was still shouting "The Japanese are crazy, they are all crazy, run" Vergelin fiercely kicked the soldier down in the trench, and scolded angrily "Bastard, go back to fight, go back to me" The soldier got up and didn't look at Volinger, and thought about continuing to run. The angry Phogelin couldn't care about the officer's self-restraint, and pulled out his pistol and shot the soldier in the foot, shouting "Shoot the person who dares to run away"

The madness of Foglin and the efforts of the officers finally stabilized the position temporarily, and the British position seemed to have suddenly awakened, and the rain of bullets splashed on the Japanese army, temporarily withstood the crazy attack of the Japanese army. The British artillery in the rear also began to bombard, and from time to time Japanese soldiers were blown up by shells. After being hit hard by the British counterattack, the Japanese army adjusted the direction and formation of the attack in time, continued to entangle the main position of the British army with accurate shooting with a small number of troops, and divided most of the forces to attack the flank of the British army, which was the weak point of the British defense.

"Protect the flanks, flanks" Ignoring the incoming bullets, Phogelin straightened up and shouted loudly, drawing out some of his forces to support the flank position. "Boom" A grenade fired by a Japanese grenadier exploded next to Phogelin, and Phogelin was pushed out several meters away by the air wave, covering him with mud and stumps. The staff officers scrambled to get him out of the dirt, and Vergelin kept spitting out the dirt in his mouth, shouting to his staff officers, "Hold on, hold the flank, reinforcements will come"

As if hearing Foglin's words, the whistling sound of artillery shells suddenly sounded in mid-air, and "75 mountain artillery, hidden, hidden" An officer shouted sharply and burrowed into the anti-artillery hole. The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were also cheering in unison, it was their artillery, and the long-range fire finally came, and the excited Japanese soldiers got up one after another, ignoring the bullets fired by the British and began another round of crazy attacks. "Boom" "Boom" 75 mountain shells fell to the ground and exploded, but unfortunately it was not a British trench, and the shells smashed directly into the attacking Japanese formation.

"Idiot, hit the wrong place" A Japanese soldier cursed in the direction of the artillery position, and with an explosion, the place where the soldier stood became a crater. The British troops in the trenches were also confused, and they couldn't figure out why the Japanese artillery bombarded their own people. One misfire was enough, but if the 75 mountain guns fell into the Japanese attack formation one after another, it was not a misfire.

"Sir, reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming" A blackened officer stumbled over, clutching a telegram tightly in his hand. "It's the advance battalion, the advance battalion has arrived" Foglin was very excited when he looked at the message, and he didn't care that the advance camp was only more than 300 people. For Vergelin, at such times, even the arrival of 100 people is a life-saving straw.

The 75 mountain artillery successfully cut off the Japanese troops in front of the main position in two, and the Japanese troops behind temporarily gave up the attack, and dozens of Japanese troops were left alone in front of the British position, and were killed one by one by the British troops who had greatly increased their fighting spirit as live targets. The Japanese attack on the flank positions did not go well, and the British took advantage of the Japanese artillery bombardment to transfer several heavy machine guns from the main position to the flanks. The covering fire of the Japanese in the rear had been plowed by the 75 mountain guns, and in comparison with the firepower, the British troops on the flank positions had far outnumbered the Japanese.

Taking advantage of the defeat of the Japanese army in the main position, two soldiers in American military uniforms rushed down from the hillside, "American troops, it was the American army that came to save us" The British soldiers in the trenches opened fire one after another, providing fire cover for the two American troops. The Japanese apparently noticed the two American soldiers, and the grenadiers and light machine guns began to turn their fire to kill them before they stormed the British trenches. The two American soldiers who rushed left and right in the rain of bullets, with the help of various covers on the battlefield and with a body of gunsmoke, finally plunged into the trenches of the British army.

"Where's your chief?" An American soldier took off his steel helmet and asked the British soldiers in the trenches. When another soldier in American uniform took off his steel helmet, the British soldier in the trench was stunned, and under the steel helmet was a yellow-skinned face. "Japanese soldiers, Japanese soldiers" Several panicked British soldiers raised their guns and shouted, their voices full of trembling and panic. "I'm Yan Shijun, the herald of the advance battalion directly under the Expeditionary Force Headquarters, not a Japanese," the yellow-skinned soldier opened the muzzle of the gun pointed at him with his hand with great contempt, and answered the questions of the British soldiers in fluent English.

"I am Colonel Vergelin, commander of the 3rd Brigade of the British Assault in Karaka," a dusty and blood-stained Phoglin followed a soldier. Yan Shijun and the American soldier stood up and saluted, Yan Shijun took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Vergelin, "Sir, this is the frequency band of our advance battalion walkie-talkie, our commander Zhao Zhi is waiting to talk to you" Ignoring nonsense, Vergelin hurriedly adjusted the frequency band of the walkie-talkie on the position and got in touch with Zhao Zhi.

After contacting Zhao Zhi, Vergelin seemed to be several years younger, and his face, which was still gray just now, was already full of joy at this time, the advance battalion had captured the artillery position of the Japanese army, and contacted the expeditionary force of the two battalions. Now that they had far outnumbered the Japanese in numbers, Phogelin only had to defend his position before the agreed counteroffensive.

The Japanese had realized by this time that there was something wrong with their artillery positions, but they did not have time to care about it. The Japanese troops, having regrouped, decided to make a desperate attempt to attack the British positions again. Dozens of shirtless Japanese soldiers lined up at the front of the line with headbands and explosives tied to their heads, ready to charge through the gaps with meat bullets and storm the British trenches.

Shao Zuo, who was at the head of the "kill to give" platoon, pointed forward with a command knife and asked the Japanese soldiers to start charging. The whistling of cannonballs sounded in the sky again, and Shaozuo, who was still shouting hysterically just now, was immediately drowned in flames and smoke. The shells kept falling in the Japanese formation, and the explosives on the flesh shells were also detonated one after another, and a large cloud of smoke rose up, mixed with the crackling of broken corpses.

The Japanese formation began to loosen and scatter, but the bombardment from the air intensified, and later there were some mortar shells and grenades from grenades. "It's now" Zhao Zhi waved his hand, and the dog and the steamed bun shot out two signal flares one after another, and the signal flares that rose in the middle of the hill were like water poured into an oil pot, causing a burst of boiling. Fierce gunfire was heard from the rear and flanks of the Japanese army, and Vergelin also organized hundreds of British soldiers to climb out of the trenches and use cover to start a counterattack against the Japanese army, and the entire battlefield was turned into a pot of porridge because of Zhao Zhi's two signal flares.

The Japanese army was squeezed into a narrow strip by counterattacks coming from three directions, and they were huddled into a ball, without the slightest frenzied energy from the front. When the British began to retreat to the front, Zhao Zhi's advance battalion and the two battalions of expeditionary soldiers, under the cover of heavy firepower, pressed against the Japanese army who were still breathing.

While marveling at the expeditionary force that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the Japanese army was shrinking its front and concentrating all its forces on a mountain ridge, completely preparing to be trapped beasts. Is this still the expeditionary force that was pursued by the Japanese army for half of Burma last year and was unable to escape? All the Japanese troops were thinking about the same problem, and after not seeing each other for more than half a year, the expeditionary force seemed to have changed. The tactics are more flexible, the firepower is stronger, and the combination of infantry and artillery is more skilled than the Japanese infantry, which claims to be the best in the world. The Japanese army, which originally took the initiative on the battlefield, was now being pressed and beaten by the expeditionary force, and it had been suppressed on a mountain ridge, and it had really entered the Jedi.

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