As for why the fat man is so confident, it is because he knows the history of Sin Chew. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sin Chew became an autonomous state in 1959 and became independent in 1965, a point that even the British as colonizers could not contradict it.

Because colonialism in which one nation colonizes another nation is bound to perish in the long river of history, no one can violate the development of mankind, and neither can he.

Sin Chau is a good place, not only adjacent to the Strait of Malacca, but also has many deep-water ports, which is a good place for economic development.

He naturally chose Sin Chew as one of the two shortlists.

It's just that he hasn't been able to make up his mind because his Chinese heart is at work, and he has to do something for the bullied motherland.

After the war, he could not only seek survival and welfare for the brothers he followed, but also seek eternal life and a Chinese heart!

He knows the course of history, and this is his greatest capital in life.

In the thick of the night, Song Ming took a reconnaissance squadron of soldiers, carrying all kinds of civilian clothing, set off in a jeep, and drove the jeep into the woods to hide twenty kilometers before approaching the little devil's defense line, and then the scouts of the two squads, Qiao Zhuang, became Vietnamese civilians and went deep behind the enemy to investigate.

Song Ming himself led a team of scouts, carrying communication equipment and surveying equipment, to lurk and reconnoiter the defense line of the little devils.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, Song Ming led the scout soldiers to take their places, and used binoculars to observe all the firing points as far as the eye could see from the front, and then drew a map to record the coordinates of the shelling.

It's just that the latent reconnaissance in front of you can only see some performance, and the little devil's hidden castle and the like can't be seen, so Qiao Zhuang's soldiers have to sneak into the rear of the little devil to investigate.

As a qualified scout, he knew that the more detailed the reconnaissance, the more useful it would be for the troops to launch an attack, and the more likely it would be to reduce the casualties of the brothers.

The little devils also found the forward troops of the Allied forces, and they were only fifty kilometers away from them, so there were a lot of little devil soldiers who checked the entry and exit of the defense line during the day, and at night the roadblocks were blocked.

Therefore, Qiao Zhuang's soldiers all entered during the day, and then scattered behind the little devil's defense line, scouting around.

Soldiers who knew Vietnamese naturally wandered around the city, listening to the gossip of ordinary people, and those who did not know Vietnamese observed everywhere, recorded the back door of the dark fort on the little devil's defense line, and confirmed the location of the dark fort.

The daytime reconnaissance passed quickly, and at night, Song Ming took Erdanzi and a few soldiers to the front of the little devil's defense line again, and he had no other purpose, he wanted to measure the little devil's firepower.

During the day's reconnaissance, Song Ming felt that the distance was too far, but he could also find that the little devil's defense line was full of paddy fields, and most of the rice was snatched back, and the fields were originally dry, but in order to prevent the attack of the allies, the little devil actually used bayonets to let the Vietnamese civilians carry water, filled the fields with water, and trampled them into a mushy mud with people.

He personally went down to this paddy field and tried it, but the mud could actually reach his legs, and when he charged, this kind of battlefield was a nightmare for the infantry.

Of course, this kind of silt depth can definitely not trap tanks and armored vehicles, but the infantry following behind tanks and armored vehicles will be in trouble, and if you press this kind of water field to heavy tanks and armored vehicles, I am afraid that if the soldiers who follow behind go down, the silt can reach the knees, and it will be difficult to pull out the legs in the silt!

If you go to the ridge, so many charging troops are crowded on the ridge, I am afraid that the 38 big cover will pass with one shot, and the bullet string gourd can hit three or four soldiers.

Only night raids can work, and the number of people is not large, let alone walking upright, you must crawl forward, and the action must be light, otherwise this kind of paddy field is full of mud, and it is very easy to make a "bang" mud sound.

Song Ming's head is big, he not only has to personally test the firepower of the little devil's defense line, but also test how loud a person is lying in the paddy field and crawling forward, so that the little devil can find out.

A large-scale charge can not be counted on, only a small group can sneak in, the number of people is too small, it is not okay, it is not a problem, there are too many people, the noise generated will be large, and the little devils will find out early, that is, the disaster of infiltrating the troops.

Since it is an infiltration, it is necessary to disrupt the entire defense line of the little devils at the very least, otherwise the full casualties are definitely not small.

Song Ming lay on his stomach in the grass at night, his body covered in camouflage, and his gun was wrapped in oiled paper to prevent the mud from clogging the firearm.

At this moment, he was staring at the paddy field in front of him in a daze by the faint light of the little devil's searchlight at a long distance.

He was thinking about how to crawl forward in the paddy fields to minimize the sound of crawling forward and pulling mud.

"Erdanzi, find a wooden board for the master that is the width and size of the master's body, and the length is from the master's neck to the thighs!" Song Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and explained to the two eggs in a low voice.

"Master, I'll go right away!" Erdanzi nodded, quickly got up with a warrior, and rushed back to find the plank that Song Ming wanted.

Song Ming was lying on the grass with a telescope, observing the lights on the little devil's defense line.

No matter how concealed the bunker is, the shooting hole must be above the horizon of the nearby terrain, otherwise how can it hit the target? It's not a curved grenadier and all sorts of little devil cannons.

This observation also allowed him to see many hidden bunkers of machine-gun fire that could not be seen during the day, and quickly asked the communications soldiers who followed him to send the observed artillery coordinates to the soldiers on standby in the woods through walkie-talkies, so that the soldiers in the woods could immediately record them and send them back to the command headquarters by radio.

When he finished observing, Erdanzi also brought the plank, which was just the right size for him.

"Stay, continue to observe the defense line of the little devil, and the master will go to the paddy field to explore!" Song Ming carried the gun on his back, fixed the wooden plank under his body, lowered his voice and explained to the soldiers around him, and the people began to crawl close to the paddy field.

When he came to the edge of the paddy field, he untied the plank he was carrying on his back, and then put it in the paddy field full of mud, and then the man slowly lay on the plank, and his hands slowly and very slightly began to crawl forward.

The soldiers in the grass pricked up their ears and listened carefully, and they couldn't really hear the slightest "rustle" sound if they didn't pay attention, and the soldiers were all happy, this method was good, I hope the captain will be okay with this test.

Waiting for the soldiers to wait for the early hours of the morning, they heard the "rustle" sound again fleetingly, and after a while, Song Ming, who was clean and had mud on his arms and legs, jumped into the grass where they were lurking, and scolded in a low voice: "Special mother, I'm tired of the ball, the board is too thick, and the sound of sliding in the mud is a little louder, almost letting the little devil on the opposite side find out, special mother's, close to the little devil's defense line, only to see clearly so many firepower points missing, this trip is worth it, the little master recorded all the missing coordinates of the dark castle!" ”

After speaking, he took out a small notebook that was still hot from his arms, handed it to the communication soldier, and explained in a low voice: "Send the missing coordinates back immediately!" ”……