"Liu, you must launch an attack on the 55th Division of the Japanese Army tomorrow, I have already spoken on the phone with Lieutenant General Slim about this matter, and he agreed to my proposal to intercept the two expeditionary divisions of the 55th Division of the Japanese Army head-on with great casualties, and if they continue to fight like this, tomorrow their two divisions may not be able to hold their positions, and it will be a disaster for the expeditionary force!"

On the phone, Stilwell was saying this to the fat man in an almost pleading tone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Buddha Xiao, why not at night and in the early hours of the morning?

In this era, the only way to distinguish between friend and foe is to have no way to fight at night.

In particular, the Anglo-Burmese army from the back and the expeditionary force from the front, in the dark night, it is very easy to cause accidental injuries.

However, this is not a problem at all for the rogue detachment that is accustomed to fighting at night, but the fat man cannot require the British and Burmese troops and the expeditionary force to have the night combat ability of the Liu Hoolian detachment.

He could only retreat and cooperate with the expeditionary force to intercept the two divisions of the 55th Division of the Japanese army, and launch an attack at dawn the next day.

"Boom, boom, boom......" little devil bombers frantically ravaged the positions of the expeditionary force and the Anglo-Burmese army, trying to kill and wound a large number of soldiers, so that the Japanese 55th Division that was caught in the flanking attack could easily escape.

The two divisions of the expeditionary force were able to resist at least part of the bombardment because of the trenches, while the Anglo-Burmese army and the Liu Yu detachment were new to the battlefield, and there was no time to dig trenches, although the soldiers were lying in the bunkers formed by the terrain, they still suffered huge casualties.

The fat man lay in the bunker, looking at the little devil plane that kept circling in the sky and dropping bombs, and prayed in his heart that as long as he survived this bombing, the sky would soon be dark, and then the air would never attract bombing from the little devils again.

The only thing that can be used to avoid the little devils with air superiority is at night, and only by attacking the 55th Division in the dark will it avoid excessive losses of soldiers.

As soon as the bombardment of the little devils passed, the soldiers of the 7th Armored Brigade and the 1st and 17th Divisions of the Anglo-Burmese Army dug trenches and set up camps under their respective commanders.

And the fighters of the rogue detachment were waiting for the fat man's order on whether to dig trenches or attack the 55th Division.

The fat man believed that the Anglo-Burmese army should also know the plan to attack the 55th Division tomorrow, so the soldiers of the Anglo-Burmese army would dig trenches and build camps.

He didn't want to order the soldiers of Liu Yu's detachment to do the same, although Fo Xiao was conducive to attacking, but the little devil's bomber was easier to confirm the target bombing, which would bring greater casualties.

In this era when there are no night vision devices, the night is an excellent environment to disguise all military operations!

The fat man immediately recruited the head of the rogue detachment, and the Anglo-Burmese army was digging trenches, but he held a meeting, and he wanted to make a set of his own.

"Gather everyone here, it's the fat man who has an idea in his heart, let's not listen to those military orders, it's still the old rule, let's do the little devil of the special mother at night!" He said directly.

"Fat Liu, what do you say!" Zhang Liguo knew the time of the general attack discussed between the expeditionary force and the Anglo-Burmese army, but in the absence of air superiority, in order to avoid casualties, it was more appropriate to take advantage of the night to do a little devil, so Zhang Liguo raised his hands and feet in favor of his proposal.

"Feel the wind today." The fat man grinned and said.

"Damn, I've never felt such a strong wind today!" Jia Daode said dissatisfied.

"Today's wind is really strong enough." Sai Lao took over the conversation and nodded.

"It's pretty big." Kong Ning's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand what the fat man was going to do.

"Fat Liu, you don't want to burn down the little devil barracks, do you?" Zhang Liguo Zou Mei asked.

"Almost!" The fat man smiled and nodded.

"The idea of burning the little devil barracks is good, but it is difficult to implement. We have to prepare a lot of gasoline, and the 7th Armored Brigade should have a lot of it, but what do we use to pack gasoline for little devils? How to mix up the position of the little devils? Zhang Liguo sighed.

"Lao Zhang, you don't understand, when the blind man was in the Blind Ridge, the little devil was so tightly defended, and he still mixed us into the barracks, you don't need to worry about this." Kong Ning patted Zhang Liguo's shoulder with a smile and said.

"You can ask the soldiers who carried out the burning of the little devil barracks to pour out the water in the kettle they carry with them and fill it with gasoline." Xiao Banshan is also a person with a belly full of bad ideas, and now that the fat man has set the tone, he just needs to think about the details.

"Master, have you ever thought that there can't be many brothers on the task of setting fires, so as to minimize the discovery of little devils, but the number is small, just with the amount of gasoline carried by the brothers, it is not enough to burn the entire little devil barracks!" Zhang Liguo said.

When the fat man heard Zhang Liguo's words, he shook his head, it seems that Zhang Liguo's problem of not knowing how to be flexible is still deep-rooted!

"Lao Zhang, you're too stupid, one of our brothers carries a few, or more than ten or twenty kettles filled with gasoline, isn't this simple?" Kong Ning replied.

Zhang Liguo was a little dumbfounded, and muttered a little embarrassedly: "I didn't expect this, hehe." ”

"Is that okay?" The fat man asked the people present with a smile as he took a cigar in his mouth.

"There's no problem, now it's up to us to get through the little devil position." Xiao Banshan Zou said with eyebrows.

"It's not simple, our uncle's fat young man hasn't been dispatched for a long time." Jia Daode thought about the fat man disguised as a little devil officer, that style, full of little devil fat young man!

His words immediately caused the fat man to stare fiercely, but this proposal was exactly in the fat man's hands.

"Jia Daodao, Jia Siye, a squadron of little devil uniforms and weapons, it's up to you!" The fat man glared at Jia Daode and said.

"Ahh Jia Daode exclaimed, it seems that it is easy to get into trouble if he has a lot of mouths, and this kind of miscellaneous matter of looking for a devil's military uniform is actually his turn.

The fat man's military uniform needs the kind of plus-size, and I'm afraid that not a single division can find one.

Fortunately, Boss Huang once in Qingzhou gave him a Shaozuo military uniform that was in line with his figure, and treasured it for four years, although the rank of the little devil was changed once during the period, he captured a new rank in the battle, and he has always made his "fat Shaozuo" can be impersonated anytime and anywhere.

Last night, the 18th Division was annihilated, there were too many little devil uniforms, and they were being piled up together to clean up, and Lieutenant General Slim was kind-hearted, ready to see these military uniforms used and distributed to the poor Burmese people.

Jia Daode led a small group of soldiers and drove a truck back to Ren'anqiang overnight, and in the early hours of the morning, Jia Daode loaded a truck with more than 200 sets of military uniforms and weapons and equipment of little devils, and had already returned to his position......