After listening to the words of division commander Tang Qiuli, Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe smiled "fluttering", laughing so much that Tang Qiuli was inexplicable.

Zhao Yuhe said: "Division commander, I see your special order to allow drinking, it's an afterthought, just before I sent the telegram, I received a call from Commander Le, people have already arranged a dinner party tonight, in addition to the pilots of the combat duty unit, even the ground staff participated, and it was very rich." ”

Tang Qiuli shook his head helplessly, and said, "This kid, give me a prelude," Zhao Yuhe continued: "I asked him, why don't you call the division commander, you just report to the division commander directly, and use a telegram?" ”

Tang Qiuli asked curiously, "How did Le Yiqin answer?" Isn't he having some tricks? ”

Zhao Yuhe said happily: "Commander Le said so, Chief of Staff, you don't know, as soon as I talked to the division commander on the phone, I was nervous, originally ten sentences, one or two sentences were finished, take a telegram, it can be more detailed, and save yourself in front of the division commander, there is a suspicion of taunting, at least, you can't be criticized, saying that I have a tail!" ”

Tang Qiuli laughed and said to Zhao Yuhe: "This Le Yiqin, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, also has cunning times, Yuhe, the phone call is our heart to the grassroots troops, in addition, tell Sù Le Yiqin, about the results of this air battle, for the time being, we will not announce to the public, moreover, our losses should be exaggerated, creating a false impression to the outside world that our air force is unable to fight again." ”

"Eat the air power of the British in one go. I wonder how Alexander felt? I'm most afraid he'll be held back because of this. To frustrate my plan for an ambush by Ma Gao, let Le Yiqin be aggrieved for the time being, close the door first, steal the music by himself, give Alexander the illusion of a disastrous victory, continue to confuse the British, and, from tomorrow, stop the bombing of the British and Indian troops. ”

On the night of April 26, Chahabari, India. The commander of the British Air Force Command in India, Lieutenant General Bright, angrily drove all the staff officers and adjutants out of the war room. He turned off all the lights, sat down in a high-backed chair in despair, closed his eyes, and curled up in the darkness like a ghost.

The light in the corridor, seeping in through the glass on the door, dimly reflected Lieutenant General Bright, his pale face, the last fighter plane, which landed crookedly at the airport, was already four hours ago. He has not yet recovered from the fiasco.

It was a fiasco, an unprecedented fiasco, a fiasco that made the air force stationed in India completely lose the strength to fight again, and sent out five fighter wings, six hundred and twenty-four fighters, two bomber wings, one hundred and thirty-five bombers, a total of more than six hundred and sixty aircraft, and finally. Only thirty-nine fighters flew back, less than half of one fighter wing, and two bomber wings were wiped out.

"It's gone, and the air force of the Indian army has completely disappeared over Myanmar on the Indochina Peninsula. More than a thousand excellent pilots of the British Empire were buried in this way. Tang Qiuli, you devil! Le Yiqin, you murderer who deserves to go to hell! Brett muttered to himself, cursing nervously, he was no longer in pain, his heart was numb, what pain was there?

Suddenly, Lieutenant General Brett jumped up in a rage and yelled at the wall, "You old fellow, old bastard! Are you satisfied? My Air Force, my pilots, are in your hands, on your stupid orders that even God cannot forgive," the blank wall turned into Alexander's disgusting face.

Bright's eyes were full of fierceness, and he cursed loudly, and in the corridor, more than a dozen staff officers and adjutants were stunned, looking at each other, listening to the loud roar of His Excellency the commander in the war room, the hoarse screaming and scolding, and the worried brain was sweating, but no one dared to go in to persuade him, the general was obviously in a state of rage, and if he was caught unlucky, his fate would be very unpleasant. …,

"Smack!" The sudden gunshot, in the closed corridor, seemed to be extremely loud, which frightened these staff officers and adjutants, and they were all excited, not knowing that the person reacted, and shouted, "Not good! His Excellency the Commander shot himself! A strong lieutenant kicked open the door, and a dozen people rushed in and turned on the light.

It's not like that at all, under the bright light, Lieutenant General Bright, holding a pistol that is still smoking, standing like a clay sculpture, on the wall, a black bullet hole, on the ground, there are scattered texts and telegrams, no one dares to speak, the air in the war room is strangely frozen.

Looking at the subordinates who suddenly poured in, Lieutenant General Bright's empty eyes gradually focused, and he had a trace of anger, and after looking at his worried subordinates, he suddenly said viciously: "Director of Communications, record the following telegram, General Alexander, Commander-in-Chief of the British Empire Forces in India, and Lieutenant General Bright, Commander of the Air Force. ”

"All the fighters of our air force, in accordance with your order, commander, were completely lost in the fierce battle with the Leyiqin unit of the independent division in the airspace north of Burma this afternoon, and only 39 fighters returned home, of which 23 were damaged in battle.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening of 26 April, in a forest east of Sindo in the Hukang River valley in northern Burma on the India-Burma border, General Alexander, commander of the British forces in India, was looking at Lieutenant General Bright's telegram with an ugly face.

Of the more than 600 planes, only 39 have come back, and 23 can no longer be used, that is to say, the fighter planes available to the entire air force unit of the army stationed in India are only 16 fighters, how is this possible? Alexander's first reaction was that Bright's timid guy was deliberately exaggerating his losses, in order to avoid playing again in the future, laying the groundwork for himself to preserve his strength.

After calming down and thinking about it, I felt that it was unlikely, such a serious thing, Bright that idiot, shouldn't tell this lie, he lost the battle so badly, he lost almost all of the Air Force's funds, looking at the tone of his telegram, it seemed that he was quite angry with himself, Alexander couldn't help but get annoyed, he lost the battle, how can he say that it was because of my orders?

What Alexander considered was, should he take this opportunity to get rid of this Bright and replace it with his own henchman? If you think about it carefully, it doesn't feel right, it's not Bright's responsibility, it's not so big, but the timing is not right, the Air Force is in a panic, from top to bottom is shrouded in the love of defeat, people's hearts are extremely unstable, it's not a good opportunity to move Bright at this time!

Moreover, Alexander thought of the ground forces from the fiasco of the Air Force, without air cover, Tang Qiuli's hundreds of bombers, throwing bombs on his head all day long, would definitely not be easy, he for the first time had a trace of anxiety about his plan to actively attack northern Burma, this worry, like a poisonous snake, gnawed at his heart.

Although three-quarters of the Hukang Valley had passed now, and if he had turned back at this time, it would have been too late, and although he was absolutely unwilling, Alexander had considered the question of withdrawing to the East Indies after all, and this night was a sleepless night for the British general who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, and all kinds of thoughts and judgments were constantly intertwined in his mind.

On the night of 26 April, at about 9 o'clock, the office of General MacArthur, commander of the US military headquarters in Southeast Asia and the South Pacific, was still brightly lit in Manila, the largest city on the island of Luzon.

MacArthur and General Stilwell, chief of staff of the headquarters, sat facing each other, their faces were not very good-looking, and the atmosphere was a little tense. …,

The cause of the incident is also related to the great air battle that took place in northern Burma this afternoon, and the US military stationed a liaison officer in the British army stationed in India, who immediately reported the news of the disastrous defeat of the British air force stationed in India to the general headquarters, and it happened to be the chief of staff, General Stilwell, who was on duty, and after receiving the telegram, he was so shocked that the cigarette in his hand fell to the floor.

He hurriedly found out the telegram sent back by the liaison officer a few days ago about the progress of the Anglo-Indian army, and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more Stilwell's brow wrinkled, and then he thought that Alexander's Anglo-Indian army had entered the Hukang River Valley for a few days, except for a day of fierce fighting in Sido. did not encounter a strong resistance from Tang Qiuli's troops.

With Stilwell's understanding of Tang Qiuli's character and the combat effectiveness of the independent division, this is very abnormal, according to the conventional way of playing, as long as Tang Qiuli arranges a part of the main force in the Hukang River Valley, Alexander will never advance hundreds of kilometers so easily, and the terrain conditions of the Hukang River Valley are originally conducive to defense.

And Tang Qiuli showed weakness like this, allowing Alexander's troops to advance unimpeded, if there is no conspiracy here, killing Stilwell does not believe it, that Tang Qiuli is not a humble gentleman who can't fight back and scolds back, a weak and incompetent Chinese, on the contrary, he is still a fierce and cunning person who will put his opponent to death when he makes a move, and if something goes wrong, there must be fraud in it!

How arrogant was Ito Yanzaburo in the Indochina Peninsula, fighting more than 400,000 British and Burmese troops like a sweep, Tang Qiuli waved his division into Burma, fought more than a dozen battles, and the remnants of the Japanese army were defeated and fled south to the Malay Peninsula, cowering in a corner of Singapore, the navy and air force suffered heavy losses, and the Third Fleet became a trophy for the Chinese.

In Stilwell's mind, the Anglo-Indian army, which had never been on the battlefield and had seen blood, was inferior to the original British army in Indochina.

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