。 Xiao Jinshan has his own calculations, as he said, in the dark night, the terrain is complicated, and it is not easy to distinguish between the enemy and our targets, and the pursuit under such circumstances will increase a lot of casualties. What's more, there is Fang Yuanshan's 10th Brigade behind, in case the contact is not timely, and they are hit by the old party's shells, they have nowhere to reason, and they don't chase after their butts, it also seems generous, besides, more than 15,000 people in the 10th Brigade are waiting for these bastards to run back with red eyes, anyway, they can't run away, why are they in a hurry?

After listening to Xiao Jinshan's report, Fang Yuanshan blinked his eyes a few times, and thought to himself, "You Xiao Jinshan fought a clever battle, and my old man is not a vegetarian," turned his head and ordered: "Order the brigade heavy artillery regiment, the artillery battalions of each regiment, according to the predetermined area, wait for the order, and carry out all-round covered artillery bombardment, by the way, use the mortars as well, and drive some turtle bastards back, I don't take your favor from Xiao Jinshan!" ”

"In addition, order all regiments on the front line, without my order, they are not allowed to take the initiative to attack, the British and Indian soldiers approached, they used light and heavy machine guns to hit hard, just hold the position, the black light is blind, so as not to fight this battle to lose money!"

The British and Indian soldiers who fled back could run back on the left bank of the Hukang River Valley, chaotically coaxing piles and batches, without any organization and tactics at all, they all hated themselves for running fast, the squadron's artillery fire completely destroyed their courage, and the living soldiers cursed Brigadier Singh viciously in their hearts, "Pure talk, this is the squadron that was pursued by us and the wolf bèi fled?" ”

After running back less than seven or eight kilometers, the shadow of the Anglo-Indian army's rout was caught by the forward artillery observation post and quickly reported to the brigade commander Fang Yuanshan. Fang Yuanshan said succinctly: "Let's start!" ”

A burst of artillery fire that was even more fierce than just now smashed down head-on, Fang Yuanshan used more artillery than Xiao Jinshan, and the explosion points were all connected. With flashing fire, shrapnel flying, and cannon rumbling, the artillery of the 10th Brigade formed a wall of death in front of the Anglo-Indian soldiers who were running back.

The British and Indian soldiers, who had been completely blinded, ran in the direction just now in a dizzy state, and Xiao Jinshan looked at it in the binoculars and grinned with a big mouth. "Hohoo! This guy from the old side doesn't appreciate it, and drove the British and Indian soldiers back to me, so what's polite, take it all as ordered, and order the artillery, drive these turtle bastards back to me! ”

Tossing back and forth a few times, the sky has already brightened. In the area of shelling between the two brigades, the British and Indian soldiers could no longer be seen running around in panic and headlessly, until the visibility could not affect the cleaning of the battlefield. The two brigades searched together and attacked together, and at about 6 o'clock in the morning, Xiao Jinshan and Fang Yuanshan met.

The two stared at each other for a while, the staff officers on both sides were nervous in their hearts, the two brigade commanders were like fighting cocks, the word Mars jumped in their eyes, don't quarrel for a while, what should you do with your subordinates?

Xiao Jinshan was "fluttering" and said, "How do you count the captives?" Fang Yuanshan waved his hand generously. replied: "I don't care about you Lao Xiao, half of one person, how about it?" ”

Xiao Jinshan patted Fang Yuanshan's shoulder, laughed and said, "In the end, it's an old guy, it's refreshing, I don't have an opinion." Let's send two companies each to the division commander as a meeting gift for the Northern Burma Campaign? ”

Fang Yuanshan pulled away Xiao Jinshan's big hand and said: "As far as your old Xiao has a lot of ghost ideas, agree, these turtle bastards, it's better to send them away quickly, I see it and hold my breath!" ”…,

The soldiers of the four companies escorted more than 1,000 British and Indian prisoners to the direction of Magao, and then, according to the original plan, the 9th and 10th brigades continued to meet more than 200,000 British and Indian troops on both sides of the Hukang River valley.

The first battle of the Northern Burma Campaign ended in such a clean and neat way, a mixed brigade of more than 7,000 British and Indian soldiers was completely annihilated, and there were only more than 1,500 wounded prisoners, of which most were British soldiers, and the rest fell under the fire of the two brigades, while the casualties of the division were only more than 100.

For Tang Qiuli and Alexander, the scale of hundreds of thousands of troops mobilized by both sides, the destruction of the 1st Jungle Brigade of the British Army in India Plam Garrison was just an inconspicuous small wave, which soon disappeared in the subsequent large-scale battles.

At about 6 o'clock in the morning on 27 April, the troops of the Third Division of the British and Indian Army camped in the direction of Xintaiji, which was only 20 kilometers away from the place where they had been bombed yesterday.

The Anglo-Indian soldiers who had already finished eating, lazily leaning under the big tree, with a lazy posture of doing nothing, just last night, the division commanders of the four Anglo-Indian divisions all received an order from Commander Alexander, "In view of the current unknown enemy situation and the great threat of the divisional bombers to our troops, all units will rest in place and wait for the order for the next move!" ”

There is no need to nervously pack up the tent and a set of marching equipment, do not need to drill into the forest with a stinky sweat, do not need to walk the mountain road with the soles of the feet grinding painfully, and do not need to be driven away by the commander like a ghost, for the soldiers, of course, it is a thing that cannot be sought, basking in the sun, sleeping in the cage, it is very beautiful, but the different food of the British soldiers and the Indian soldiers makes the Indian soldiers angry.

Major General Sorapunen, commander of the 3rd Division, woke up on time and opened the curtain of the tent, the early morning air in the mountains of northern Burma, mixed with the water vapor that had been deposited overnight, rushed to his face, and the cool fragrance of the trees made Major General Sorapunin feel refreshed, and he opened his arms and was about to breathe in the air of a new day, when there was a noise outside, which ruined the good mood of His Excellency the Major General.

Major General Solapunin and a few guards walked in the direction where the noise came from, and about a few hundred meters away, in a mountain clearing, what he saw made His Excellency the division commander angry, and a wave of anger burst into his heart.

In the open space, dozens of British and Indian soldiers were divided into two teams like cockfights, glaring at each other angrily, and there were many soldiers, with blue noses and swollen faces, on the ground, it was overturned food, trampled by countless pairs of military boots, making a mess, around, there were still many soldiers watching, some were not afraid of big things, whistling, shouting loudly, that means agitating to fight again!

Major General Sorapnin didn't need to go up to ask, he understood in his heart that it was because of the different food, and there was a quarrel between British soldiers and Indian soldiers, which then developed into a fight with each other, which was a common thing in the mixed units of the British and Indian troops.

In the view of Major General Sorapunen, it is natural and natural that British soldiers and Indian soldiers are not treated with the same food, and for the aborigines of the conquered colonies, they are themselves second-class citizens, and it is already a special grace for the British Empire to absorb them into the army and get out of the slums to eat their stomachs. …,

If we make trouble again because of the issue of food treatment, we don't know the severity and gratitude; if we put it in normal times, these Indian soldiers who don't know what to do or bad will be locked up with a military stick at the light level, and they will be shot to death on charges of violating military discipline and disturbing the morale of the army, but today is different; for two days in a row, being bombed by Chinese bombers has already made the army's morale unstable, and if it is not handled properly and causes a mutiny, it will be quite bad.

What's more, there is still a need for Indian soldiers, who rush to the front as cannon fodder when they are fighting, and Major General Sorapnin yelled to the staff officers beside him: "Let the gendarmes send all these troublemakers to the disciplinary soldier management brigade, and let them suffer well!" ”

In fact, Major General Sorapunen's approach seems to be fair, and the punishment of soldiers who violate discipline is treated equally, but as everyone knows, the Third Division's disciplinary management brigade is managed by the gendarmerie, and in the mixed unit of the Anglo-Indian Army, only the British can be the gendarmerie, and the Indians can't even rely on the side!

It is conceivable that when you enter it, the British soldiers are of course fine, and the only ones who suffer are Indian soldiers, and it will be very miserable, and the approach of the division commander of Solapunen, if in peacetime, there is no major problem, but in the front line of the battle with the division troops, the consequences will be manifested in the subsequent battles, the third division is the entire British and Indian army, the first to be defeated, so that it drags down the entire army.

At about 6:30 a.m. on 27 April, in a forest more than 50 kilometers east of Siduo in the Hukang River Valley, the camp of the main force of the British and Indian Army, the Middle Route Army, was encamped in a thin morning fog, and rows of tents loomed in the fog.

Of course, this kind of treatment can only be enjoyed by those old British soldiers, in the mixed units of the British and Indian armies, standing guard and doing rough work and tiring work, without exception, fall on Indian soldiers.

There is only one exception, that is, the cooks, the British soldiers, the Indian cooks are never allowed to run their own food, those who don't have tissue paper after pooping, dirty, smelly, and full of curry, the British soldiers are disgusted and want to vomit when they think about it.

From one of the widest tents, a soft call was heard: "Your Excellency, Commander, it's time to get up!" ”

(To be continued......)

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