"Well, company commander, you eat more."

Yu Cheng came to Dai Anlan, whose face was blackened by gunsmoke, and with chopsticks, he wanted to give him some braised pork in the iron lunch box, but the company commander was tired enough, and he didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, from the first line of defense to the second line of defense, there were several rounds of battles back and forth.

"Sensei, you kid was hungry just now. Taking advantage of the British to stop the point, you hurry up and eat more. "The Mengmao Blockade has been going on for the third day. From the afternoon of the day the British arrived in Mengmao Town, the next day was still a full day of attacks.

An Indian division and an Indian brigade, divided into battalions or regiments, launched no less than 10 attacks on this kilometer-long frontal line.

At first, the commander of a part of the battalion of the 2nd Garrison Division of the Southwestern Army, thinking that the British were just tossing people to play, turned out to be poorly prepared, and with no artillery on either side to speak, only mortars and heavy machine guns and other heavy weapons participated, the first line of defense defended by a battalion was almost overwhelmed by a regiment of Indians.

If Zhuge Sheng hadn't urgently ordered the second battalion of the second regiment where Dai Anlan was located to go up to put out the fire, the first line of defense would have been lost by now. Of course, as a battalion commander who carelessly underestimated the enemy and was ineffective in fighting in battle, he had already been withdrawn on the spot, and he would report to the top of the Southwest Army for punishment only after the battle was over, and he might even be sent to a military court because of his subjective ineffective operation.

At this time, the grassroots commanders of the Southwest Army completely put away their contempt for the Indians, that is, these Indians are timid and afraid of death, and their combat skills are not as good as those of the Second Division, but the Indians of this division and a brigade are very clever.

The British gave the order to attack, they did not dare to disobey the order, but how to attack, these Indians are simply ghosts. Charge from afar, hunched over before the rifle is within range, looking for any possible cover, or hiding in the craters of the shells.

First hide far away, use the Lee Enfeld-style rifle in your hand to hit the air, and then slowly crawl forward. However, these clever Indians will rush forward in droves as soon as they see a hole in the defensive line.

After Dai Anlan finished the last two bites of rice and eliminated a piece of oily braised pork, he picked up the peeled white radish on the side and ate it like the soldiers. "Yu Cheng, you give me some stare at eating chili peppers to refresh me. It will be dark in a few moments, and if the Indians come again, they must hold on. ”

What made Dai Anlan more heartwarming was that after almost two days of fighting, the British army had never appeared, and the Indians had always jumped up and down in front of the position. These people dressed strangely, with a hat on their heads, and a short skirt on their bodies, which should have been dressed in military uniforms, made many soldiers of the Southwest Army addicted.

There is a very funny thing about a sharpshooter who confidently pulls the trigger and shoots at an Indian soldier, only to be shot in the head, but the soldier who was shot in the head just fell and got up.

The sharpshooter opened his mouth wide on the spot, unbelievable, could it be that the Indians were really anointed with divine oil, as the commanders said? However, if you apply divine oil, it shouldn't be it.

The sharpshooter's words made the comrades on the side laugh, it turned out that the observer assigned to the sharpshooter in the platoon reported that the Indian soldier had been hit in the hat, and at most he had only scratched his scalp. As a result, when the sharpshooters fired again, they would unconsciously sink the muzzle of their guns slightly, and the result was that when the Indians attacked, they wanted to stuff their heads into the crotch of their pants, and the companions around him who were shot in the head from time to time had already frightened him terribly.

After two days of fighting, each side made a lot of conclusions about each other.

"The Chinese on the other side, did they eat the legendary Mighty Pill?" General Knox stood in the observation bunker, remembering the story his uncle told him back then, and couldn't help but be slightly distracted, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the battlefield opposite. If this was not a battlefield in the line of fire, he really wanted to run over and take a look, pull those Chinese to his side, and strip naked one by one to see what had happened to them.

In the past two days of fighting, Knox went from being extremely contemptuous of the [***] people who blocked him at the beginning, and slowly turned into scolding and slander, then into contemplation, and then into doubt.

Why did the sick man of East Asia in his mouth become so brave and good at fighting? How can a country recognized as backward in the world, a country that cannot even support itself with nails and matches, have such armed forces?

Trench excavation, position structure these are not mentioned, as long as you spend a little effort can learn, although there are not necessarily Germans on the other side, but there must be Chinese who have returned from studying abroad, just like this former warlord Zhang Shusheng.

But look at what has fallen on the heads of damned Indians for the past two days!!

The large-caliber heavy field artillery not only blew down the attacking Indians piece by piece, but also gave its two mountain artillery regiments to the company. Artillery of this caliber, even if it breaks through the international arms embargo and enters China, it will not be able to escape the sight of the excellent agents of the empire, no matter where they enter the southwest, they are behemoths and cannot do anything.

However, they were not only, but so many, and the artillery commander told him that the Chinese had at least thirty 120mm field heavy guns.

There are also heavy machine guns densely arranged in the bunkers, all Makqin heavy machine guns, and on a battle line more than a kilometer long, I can't count how many heavy machine guns the other side has arranged. Doesn't this stuff cost money? As far as I know, according to the reports of those excellent British agents, among the most elite units in the north and south, the number of heavy machine guns is still pitiful? Why is a local warlord so much stronger than them?

And then there are the mortars. Knox knew very well that the most glorious period of mortars should be on the trench positions of World War I, and mortars with curved fire had a great chance of falling into the trenches at a large angle or even vertically, setting off a storm of death. But why do the Chinese also pay so much attention to the configuration of mortars? Their mortar density is even higher than that of their own 4th division.

And, of course, the damned German Mauser, but just looking at the range, it's obviously a lot stronger than the damn murderous Germans old Mauser, did the Germans sell their improved Mauser rifles to China as well? Has the arms embargo become a dead letter?

These are not the most shocking things about Knox.

He believed that as long as that damn Zhang Shusheng scavenged enough ocean or gold, he would be able to get his hands on these weapons, even damn cannons, and someone would smuggle them to him, even if that smuggler was from the greedy civilized world.

But why are the opposing soldiers so much stronger in combat skills than the Indians?

No! Absolutely not!!

These Indians have been trained by the empire for more than two years, and they are better than the Indians in everything from battlefield shooting to heavy machine gun strafing, to battlefield evasive maneuvers, throwing grenades, etc. At least a significant portion of them do. And the most damn thing is that the Chinese also have soldiers with higher shooting skills, very much like those damned sharpshooters on the battlefields of World War I a few years ago.

"Ten years, the Chinese spent at least ten years training this damned army. The opposite side must be their main force. Knox slammed his fist on the table, startling the hearts of the generals next to him. Since entering China, the Empire has hardly received any specific reports on the Southwest Army from the hands of Yue himself, all of which are unknown.

"My Lieutenant Colonel Simon, I order you to lead your regiment in the evening to launch an unprecedented attack on the Chinese positions. The remaining artillery units will also support you. The other troops are ready to follow up, and once the first line of defense of the Chinese collapses, we must blow up and defeat this odious squadron on the opposite side. ”

"Yes!!"

"Whew......"

At nightfall, less than half an hour after the Indians retreated, the mountain artillery, which had long disappeared from the British, finally launched a fierce artillery bombardment of the first line of defense of the Southwestern Army again. The remaining 21 mountain cannons are in full swing, as if they want to vent all the wretched gas they have suffered in the past few days.

The artillery did not even stop, and the British took advantage of the darkness of the night to attack.

"Quick, quick, give Lao Tzu back."

The commander of the second battalion of the third regiment, who was about to retreat, shouted loudly, after two days of fighting, the soldiers are not the first brothers, on the battlefield, they have seen everything in the past two days, there are dead and wounded, and there are individual deserters, but 99% of the soldiers have a stronger will to fight.

At this time, it is inconvenient for both the attacker and the defender, and the line of sight is too small. The battalion, which had just been about to withdraw, had no time to replenish the bullets and grenades, so they threw themselves back in front of the sandbags, endured exhaustion and hunger, and held the line to the death.

But when they tried to shoot ahead, they found that the original twilight seemed to be thicker at this time, and more than 100 meters away were numb and blind, and they couldn't see it really.

"Bang bang bang...... Da Da Da ...... Boom ......"

The mountain artillery of the British began to fly again to the first line of defense of the Southwest Army, which was more than a kilometer long and nearly 100 meters wide, and was already brightly disfigured by the flames of war.

The soldiers of the second battalion of the Southwestern Army finally discovered that something was wrong, this time the troops did not seem to be Indians, and there were casualties quickly, which showed that the British had come into play, and at this time, they had reached the defensive line by night. The British commander was really not stupid, and actually took advantage of the rotation of the Chinese to suddenly launch an attack of the main regiment less than half an hour after the end of the attack.

"What? The British are coming up!! Can not see clearly? I'll fuck it, let Xu Er Mazi suppress Lao Tzu immediately, by the way, light the flares, two hundred meters in front of the position, give Lao Tzu more shots. ”

Zhuge Sheng is not military blind, but has dabbled in ancient and modern China and the West, and he knew that something was going on as soon as he heard the report. He made a quick decision and gave the order to fight. "Order the first battalion and the second battalion of the third regiment to immediately press Lao Tzu, if the first line of defense of the first regiment is gone, Lao Tzu will shoot them."

At nightfall, a line of defense was breached, and Zhuge Sheng knew the consequences very well. If the other side only has the same division of troops, rushing over will be a night battle in the dark at best. However, the other side is close to three divisions, and even if a rough count is made in the past two days, more than 1,500 Indian troops have been killed or wounded, but the total number of people on both sides is still very different.

The Southwest Army is well-trained, and the actual combat officers who graduated from the Huaxia Military Academy have the art of command, and the number of people on both sides who are fighting together will inevitably determine the final fate.

"No! Someone came, ordered the 2nd regiment, and immediately launched a countercharge. Yes, now!! ”

Zhuge Sheng gave the order almost angrily, and he understood almost instantly, no matter how much he defended, it was better to attack. Haven't you been asking the scouts to look for the other party's main force for more than a day? Come and go, it looks like tonight is an opportunity. Zhuge Sheng, who understood it, called to the communication staff officer next to him: "Give me the front finger, I want to find Chairman Zhang." ”

"Rush!!"

While the British were on the ground, firing at the first line of defense, Lieutenant Colonel Simon, who was leading the team, seemed to have seen hope. Indians have always been Indians and cannot be compared with the good soldiers of the empire. If you don't take advantage of the night to attack, the Chinese will not be able to.

"Three battalions divided into three sections, attack with all your might!" Simon, who gave the order, had nothing else to do, the telescope was useless, he could only hope that his troops would break through the Chinese defense line in the night, the stalemate was more than a day, and the Indians died so much, isn't it for this moment?

Isn't it just for the wise Lieutenant Colonel Simon to lead the warlike Imperial soldiers to break through the defense line of the savage, stupid and backward Chinese?

The Indians could not do it, and although the soldiers of the Reich struggled against the Germans, they were more than enough to deal with the Chinese.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to think that his own regiment will launch a surprise attack in the night, and the defenders on the opposite side are just a battalion fighting in turns.

It can be said that for more than a day, both sides have had reservations, and even the two wings are interspersed and surrounded in a roundabout way are useless, just because neither side has exerted all their strength.

Just imagine, the Chinese put a battalion at the front and take turns fighting against the Indians. Even if the British sent an entire division for a flank attack, it would be resisted by a considerable number of Chinese.

In Simon's view, the soldiers of the empire cannot be sacrificed easily, which is also the original intention of General Knox to defeat the Chinese on the opposite side with as few casualties as possible.

Moreover, the other side still has damn artillery, and they even seem to mark every area, and once there are more Indians gathered in any area, they will immediately be covered by artillery fire.

"Brothers, give me bayonets."

Dai Anlan saw the thief accurately, and a pistol shot killed a British soldier who tried to rush into the trench ten meters away, at this time, limited by the field of vision, the first line of defense could no longer stop the British.

I have to say that the British are indeed much stronger than the Indians, at least in this low-visibility environment, the shooting level of both sides is actually about the same.

Both sides have suppressive fire, heavy machine guns and mortars are flying towards each other, but the effect is extremely poor, and they don't know where people are, and it seems that there are people everywhere.

With Dai Anlan's loud roar, the second company of the second battalion, which had just been supported through the traffic ditch, took the lead in jumping out of the trench, a small group of five people, the deputy squad leader and the squad leader each led a team, but two people had an extra pistol.

In this way, a small bayonet battle group was formed, four bayonets and a pistol, and the battle group rushed to the oncoming British in an orderly manner.

These white-skinned monkeys, all tall and large, and even the soldiers who were closer could smell the fox smell emitted by the confrontation.

"Drink!! Kill! ”

Yu Cheng saw that there were several British soldiers on the opposite side rushing towards him with bayonets, 10 meters away, and rushed over in a few clicks, taking the lead and roaring, and several soldiers behind him also roared in unison, "Kill!!" ”

"Bang bang bang......" Yu Cheng raised his hand for a few shots, and put down three British soldiers on the spot, and the British who rushed forward seemed to hit the wall, and bounced back and flew upside down with a bang. The power of the Southwest Military standard military pistol is not in the slightest under the Chinese Type 54 military pistol in later generations, and at a distance of a few meters, even if it is stronger than a pig, it can be easily overthrown by the British. The brake surname and the damage surname can be quite prominent.

Yu Cheng is an experienced veteran, the 19-year-old military pistol has 9 rounds, and when he rushed out, he loaded one bullet, replaced the magazine with the ninth bullet, so that he could have ten bullets. You must know that only veterans of actual combat will pay attention to these details, and Yu Cheng obviously knows what kind of benefits each extra bullet will have when fighting bayonets on the battlefield.

He'll be able to kill one more enemy, and maybe save one more of his men by the way.

"Kill!!"

The bayonet team soon ran into several Britons, and although Yu Cheng was trying his best to shoot the enemy, some Britons still rushed to the side of the soldiers, and the stabbing was inevitable.

The Huaxia Type 1 rifle had a flesh-and-blood collision with the British's Lee Enfield rifle for the first time on the battlefield.

In the early militia system, bayonet fighting was a very strict rule, and every soldier was required to be trained strictly, which was as important as building war fortifications.

Zhang Shusheng is very aware of the need for bayonet fighting. Although he will do his best to prevent the soldiers from fighting to the death with bayonets with the enemy, but the war is ruthless, all kinds of situations will happen, think about the future battlefield of resistance, those Chinese soldiers who were put down by Yu himself with a knife, are really dead, not at all like in the TV series, the Chinese are all gods slaughtering in the world, slaughtering Yue himself is like killing pigs.

Moreover, bayonet fighting is very helpful in raising the morale of the troops and cultivating the murderous spirit of the troops, and it is difficult for a unit without murderous spirit to defeat the opponent.

Perhaps, when there are enough planes, artillery and tanks, the operation will go smoothly, as the Americans swept through the end of World War II. However, once the battle is not smooth, or it is an extremely difficult night battle or a field team encounter, fighting is the capital to save your life. As strong as the Americans, there are also times when they are forced to bite the bullet with a bayonet, not to mention China, which is still weak.

"Poof!" With a soft sound, Dai Anlan put the pistol back into his waist, and the two sides who were already completely close to each other, and the power of the pistol at night was also reduced. Picking up a Chinese-style rifle next to him, he skillfully stepped forward, and stabbed a British soldier with all his hands. The British, who had not undergone strict bayonet training at all, were not even as good as those outlaws of the Dian Army and the Gui Army who had only undergone rigorous training in assault style, and were tired of dealing with the combat group, and as a result, Dai Anlan picked up a leak.

"Company commander be careful!"

Suddenly, a soldier next to him violently pushed Dai Anlan away, and a British bayonet was instantly inserted into his left chest.

"! Fuck you, British! Dai Anlan pulled out his pistol, regardless of the distance, almost against the body of these shameful invaders, pulled the trigger, and fired the bullet at close range, and even pierced the British soldier who had no time to withdraw his bayonet.

There were several loud "......bangs", and several flares rose on the forward positions. And more and more soldiers were crawling out of the trenches and driving the British towards the back.

More reinforcements from the second line of defense finally arrived, turning the night's desperate victory in the direction of the Southwestern Army.

"What? Failed offensive with heavy losses? The Chinese fought bayonets at the last moment and blocked the troops? Major General Knox was furious and kicked Lieutenant Colonel Simon, who was neatly dressed in front of him and didn't even have a single bruise, to the ground, "A regiment of excellent Imperial soldiers, attacking the position of a battalion, and it was a surprise attack, damn it, you actually didn't take the position, not to mention, you also lost more than four hundred brave Imperial soldiers." My dear Simon, I don't think you are fit to wear such a tall uniform, and from now on you will be replaced by Major Gasri. ”

Originally, the commander did not need to be punished for such a temporary change of commander after a defeat in a battle, but this battle, which filled Commander Knox with expectations, ended in a big defeat.

No matter how many Indians died, it didn't matter, and in a night battle of the entire regiment, more than 400 brave Imperial soldiers were killed and wounded, why? Why? The Indians suffered more than 1,500 casualties in two days. Why did the soldiers of the Reich die so many in one attack? Nearly a third of the regiment just fell.

Major General Knox, the commander-in-chief, only felt a dizziness in his brain. Yes, when the Indians died, he was calm about the casualties that were constantly reported, but the hundreds of imperial soldiers were gone between attacking and retreating, and he couldn't accept it.

In fact, if Major General Knox thinks about it calmly, he will understand why this incredible situation has occurred.

The fundamental reason is that the Indians are too greedy for life and afraid of death, and when attacking and charging, they do not look at the absolute timing, and they will never get up and charge, and would rather lie on the ground and touch the ** than rush.

But the British soldiers were different. The British soldiers, who had a very good sense of self, saw that the hateful Indian soldiers had been frustrated in their attacks, and they had long wanted to show their skills. And because they looked down on the Chinese, the troops of a regiment took advantage of the night to attack with a deadly clashes, and by all coincidences actually got the opportunity to fight with the Chinese with bayonets.

Before the fight, these gentlemen of the Empire still thought that the victory was in their hands, and the Chinese, thin and unbearable, together with the monkey himself, said that they were the sick men of East Asia, fighting bayonets, and absolutely could not fight the strong and mighty warriors of the British Empire.

Outcome...... The result was so cruel, under the stabbing of a regiment and a battalion, the Chinese, who had a triple advantage in courage, technology and numbers, finally let these bold British guys taste great.

By the time they retreated, they had already suffered heavy casualties.

Because of the "good war", on the contrary, there were heavy casualties, but they were all caused by underestimating the enemy and undertraining. What's more, it is still a fight between the aggressor and the patriot.

When several generals and colonels met, they didn't dare to touch the old guy's brow, this General Knox, who claimed to be an enlightened gentleman in Britain, was already on the verge of murder.

"Colonel Victor, is your Royal Gurkha Regiment ready for battle?" General Knox was hard to accept the first British casualties, and perhaps the Royal Gurkha Regiment would give him a different hope.

"Yes, General. My warriors of the Royal Gurkhas, ready to fight at any time. Although Victor's face was very serious, his heart was already happy, yes, among the several colonels in the exhibition this time, only he and another colonel had not suffered a big loss. And their own troops will turn defeat into victory.

He was convinced of this, because his troops were not stupid Indians, nor underperforming imperial soldiers, but the royal Gurkha regiments, which were best at mountain warfare, sneak raids, and field battles.

He will lead them and fight the breakthrough results of this war. And he may become the first candidate for promotion to major general after the war.

"It was a good fight, if only the casualties could be lower."

Zhang Shusheng put down the battle report that had just been sent to the front finger, thought about it, picked up the phone, and called the second division, "Hey, Zhuge Sheng, I'm Zhang Shusheng!" The main forces of the British were too well defended, and the plan for a night attack on the British, I did not approve. ”

"What? Chairman, this, this ......" Zhuge Sheng said depressedly, but he didn't dare to refute directly. Thinking about it carefully, it is about the battlefield, and he is still ready to strongly recommend it: "Chairman, the British are too arrogant, we can't be beaten passively, we must try to take the initiative to ......"

"It's not that you won't be allowed to fight." Zhang Shusheng nodded secretly, although this Zhuge Sheng was obedient to his words, he was not confused, and added: "The special team has discovered the supply base of the British, which is in a Burmese village on the border of China and Myanmar, I will give you the combat authority of a regiment, and tonight, let your second division be the first to go abroad." ”

"Hahaha...... Good, good, great. Chairman, promise to complete the task! Zhuge Sheng was overjoyed when he heard this, where to find such a good thing? The ancients said: Before the soldiers and horses moved, the grain and grass went first, Lao Tzu burned your British food supplies, it would be better if there were ammunition and materials for the war, and then let you gnaw the grass roots, eat the bark, and use the rifle as a blowtorch.

Zhang Shusheng thought about it, but still reminded: "The battlefield is changing rapidly, Zhuge you have to command flexibly." Hold out for another two days, and the reinforcements will arrive immediately. Moreover, the other side has even dispatched the British Home Division, and I think that it will be the turn of the Royal Gurkha Regiment next, and I will send a special unit to fight with you. ”

The Southwest Army is not invincible, at least not now, so Zhang Shusheng almost crossed his fingers to dissect the strength of the British, especially this is very unobtrusive, especially in China, this royal Gurkha regiment may not be known by many people at all, but Zhang Shusheng knows that this is a tiger.

And what he has to do is to send a group of hunters to exterminate these Gurkhas, who can be called quasi-special forces, in the cradle.

In fact, for the sake of absolute secrecy, Zhang Shusheng did not say another thing: if he held out for a few more days, the troops of the Great Detour would be able to penetrate into place from the Burmese border, and the encirclement of the British by various units would be a sure thing. On this battlefield where there are no British planes, Zhang Shusheng is absolutely sure that this roundabout battle plan will send a surprise gift to the entire Yubu Empire.

(To be continued)