However, Tao Mingzhang felt more and more that this nervous battalion commander could actually be trusted, for example, he said that there would be 10 to 12 enemy tanks, and he counted the enemy tanks exposed from the smoke and dust, which was almost the same number.

He was ready to use the tactics of flanking the enemy to block the attack, so he deployed two guns on each side of the passage to form a crossfire, although the task given to him by Chu Tingchang was to completely block the enemy and not let one go, but he was sure to carry out interference shooting from 3000 meters, before the enemy passed, consume most of the enemy, and then ...... And then it's up to you.

He is not a brute man, he believes that this is a more reasonable tactic, if he deploys head-on, then the enemy will have a certain opportunity to use his speed, outflank his own 4 guns, and eat himself.

In fact, it was the several extremely low-cost victories in these days that rekindled the enthusiasm of him and a large number of young soldiers of the synthetic battalion for tactical exploration, considering not only the destruction of the enemy, but also the casualties.

In the countless battles before this, when they were outnumbered and still lost, the fighting spirit of these people had almost been wiped out, but now, it was reborn in their hearts. The appearance of Pavilion Chief Chu, and perhaps the credit of Lin Linqi, made them see the hope of victory, borrowing Lu Xun's evaluation of Zhuge Liang, Chu Pavilion Chief's ability is like a demon.

"Remember the interval between shots, don't be too greedy." He used walkie-talkies to advance another group of gunners 1 km away.

"Don't worry about the company commander, the first 1.5 kilometers, one shot in 40 seconds."

Tao Mingzhang put down the Motorola walkie-talkie and used a 6x telescope to observe the smoke and dust in the distance, but he had to be very careful, because he was close to the angle facing the sun, and it was easy to be exposed with any optical equipment.

He placed two six-pounder guns on each side of the passage, and in order to disguise himself, he even removed the gun wheels to reduce the height, and of course cut off the rear road, so that he was not prepared to drag the guns to escape. He's been doing a lot of research on camouflage lately, and he's already had some small lessons. It is difficult to find a position from a Mercedes-Benz half-track, and in terms of observation, the motor vehicle is in an unequal disadvantageous position with the latent gun position, and it is absolutely impossible to find it without entering 200 meters.

The only possibility of exposure at long distances comes from the smoke from the firing of the artillery. If you fire sharply, after about five or six rounds, a cloud of smoke will form above the head of this gun, depending on the wind speed at the time. This makes it easy to guide the enemy commander to see where you are hiding and then take countermeasures, and usually the most advantageous countermeasures for tanks are to use the advantage of mobile platforms to quickly deploy and outflank. This puts a lot of pressure on everyone in the gun position.

He calculated that it would take about 5 minutes for the enemy to pass through a 3-kilometer section, and if they were fired from an unknown position, they would inevitably slow down and observe, and the time would drag on even longer. So there is no need to rush the shells out, the key is to maintain concealment. As for the breakdown, he didn't think much about it. With the use of 57 mm guns*, 95 can be penetrated from the maximum flat fire table distance, and he has tested it with a bad tank on the front of Ringanqiang, and 97 will not be much different.

Aizawa kept looking backwards and finally threw off the enemy, and when he joined up with Hiratsuka's troops, there were less than a squadron of 11 tanks left. The family of the 14th Wing was basically defeated in this battle, but he finally escaped.

He's not the kind of fool who thinks of death when he gets setbacks, and he comes from a merchant family and doesn't have a different understanding of traditional shame than the poor samurai, so he tends to delve into tactics rather than fight hard.

"Nakasa, we might as well turn around and fight the enemy again." On the radio, Hiratsuka shouted with a crying voice, he was on the flank just now, and he tried to rescue desperately several times, but he was stopped by Aizawa.

"Bastard, to turn back and fight back is to bring about your own destruction, this is unwise behavior."

"But we also lost this battle...... So many comrades-in-arms ...... like this"

"So, we need to save ourselves...... for revenge in the future. ”

"I can't swallow this breath, the Chinese army dares to ...... with heavy armor"

Hiratsuka does have reason to be angry, he has never suffered such a loss from the landing in Shanghai to the present, destroying 2 Chinese tanks and countless firepower points.

"Hahahaha." Over there, Takuji Aizawa suddenly laughed, which startled all the commanders who were following orders on the radio, thinking that the wing commander had been beaten stupid.

"Look at where we came from. If they send a squad of Stuarts from there to outflank us, wouldn't we be wiped out? ”

"This ......"

"The enemy's cunning is nothing more than that, so don't be discouraged, I will personally cut off the head of the enemy commander in the future."

His voice had just fallen. There was a buzz, and a slump whistle was heard, and something flew by. In his experience, it is a very fast cannonball, and it is almost flying right towards itself, that it will form such a strong Doppler sonic compression.

He turned around and saw in the distance, a pile of smoke was raised, which was where the shells fell, apparently not exploding, and it seemed that the caliber was not small.

"How so?"

He used his binoculars to search the suspicious jungle on the right side of his head, which should be there if someone was ambushed. He waited for the second shot in ten seconds so that the smoke could be seen. But nothing can be seen.

Chinese anti-aircraft artillery positions.

"Company commander, use the rangefinder, it's too far away and the error is too big." The gunner asked Tao Mingzhang for instructions.

"No, wait until the clouds obscure the sun."

He glanced up, and it was almost there.

The two guns opposite his gun emplacement, without such scruples, used individual image ranging to track the movements of the Japanese tanks, and then opened fire. The two guns fired at intervals, but they didn't hit the first round, and most of the long-distance sports targets in this year still relied on Meng. The important reason why Tao Mingzhang asked to start shooting from 3 kilometers away was to let the gunners gradually find the feel when tracking maneuvering targets. After the last ambush, he knew very well that the real decisive distance was within 1 kilometer.

However, this shot was enough to make the Japanese change formation and speed, and at the same time draw attention to the past. They found that the enemy artillery emplacements could not be on the right, but on the left.

The firing window, again on Tao Mingzhang's side, the enemy has already entered the 2-kilometer area. He ordered the reloading*. He felt that since the chance of hitting was not very good, it was better to use * to disrupt the enemy's formation first.

Soon the two guns on this side opened fire, and the shells exploded in the Aizawa formation, still not hurting any of them, but the Japanese army began to disorganize, and a tank, which had been wounded in the previous battle, turned in fright, suddenly stopped and could not start. So the other one stopped, ready to pick up the personnel. This gave the Chinese artillery an excellent opportunity to shoot at the target, but everyone did not rush to grab the head, but shot in the order set by Tao Mingzhang.

The shooter was very clever and did not shoot the obviously faulty tank, but aimed at the one that had stopped and was ready to meet the personnel. The * that has been filled can't be returned, so just use it.

"Distance 1550"

The rangefinder gives a number, which means that the distance is still too far.

The gunner carefully adjusted the height, the increase and decrease were all hands-on, and now the target stopped, and ...... The six-pounder gun was affected by the wind deflection and was much smaller than the 37 gun. So...... He controlled himself not to think about these superfluous things, and tried to relax his brain, relying on the experience of actual combat to correct the deviation. In the scope, several Japanese crew members escaped from the faulty tank and climbed onto the tank in front, apparently abandoning the vehicle.

A dull cannon sound, the cannonballs flew in a shallow arc, after a long wait. The shell exploded on the surface of the tank, blowing up all the crew members standing on it. Then the tank burned up and began a series of explosions, apparently * also fatal to this light tank.

Aizawa spun around the turret, still unsure of the enemy's location, and he could roughly determine that the enemy was hiding in the jungle on both sides to form crossfire, but the enemy's fire was sparse and the firing rhythm was irregular, and it was difficult to find. However, if you look at the eyes, you have to grab the front obstacle, and it seems that you can speed up the fight. He didn't have much of a choice, because the pursuers behind him were soon coming.

Japanese tanks began to fire along the forward route*. However, at the time of the battle just now, most of the tanks had already emptied the *, so the smoke formed was not dense.

The Chinese artillery turned the muzzle and replaced it with a real * to increase the hit rate. The enemy is getting closer and closer, and the sides are exposed. The 6-pounder gun could destroy a kilometer or so of 97 tanks at any angle, but the projection area on the sides was larger.

"One body ahead of the body, shoot."

A cannonball flew swiftly towards the target, piercing the enemy vehicle. It's not like 37 shells left a small hole in the turret. The heavy ammunition severed the commander's waist and detonated one side of the ammunition.

Aizawa saw the enemy's gun position in a panic, but it disappeared again in a flash, and then changed to the other side. Vaguely, the enemy fired at intervals, not because of unfamiliar technology, but deliberately? He had the foresight to turn to the other side, and sure enough, he saw another tank destroyed. The enemy uses some kind of powerful kinetic energy projectile, maybe 75 mm or more?

Seeing that nearly a third of the enemy has been wiped out, he no longer has the strength to outflank himself. Tao Mingzhang ordered free fire to annihilate the enemy with maximum efficiency.

The Aizawa tank complex fell into real hell. This time, they could see the smoke from the enemy's position, but the enemy's low barrels were almost close to the ground, making it difficult to carry out a counterattack, and even if they stopped, they were not sure of hitting. Only rushed hard.

Just as the Chinese Expeditionary Force was beating the arrogant Japanese army on various battlefields. A transport plane flew over Mandalay Airport. This plane is not small, not only escorted by 2 P40s, but also a convoy under the airport, where senior Chinese, American and British generals gather, waiting for a big man to arrive.

Vice Admiral Mountbatten, who had just returned from a visit to Chongqing and was on his way back to India, heard of the great victory of the Allied counteroffensive in Burma, and he decided to take the risk of landing in Mandalay to boost his morale. It was less than 50 kilometers from the front line, frequented by Japanese aircraft, and it was clear that this decision required some courage.

The plane circled over Mandalay Airport and saw the welcoming procession on the side of the runway, and the larger crowd in the downtown area, much to Lord Mountbatten's flattery.

"George, are all these crowds here to welcome me?" He asked the adjutant next to him.

"I'm afraid not, these are Chinese in northern Burma, they should be seeing off the Chinese 96th Army that has just entered Burma, sending them to the front line to fight the 18th Division."

"What?" The smile on the lieutenant general's face stiffened a little, not because he was a little sentimental just now, but because it triggered a trace of hidden worry in his heart: "Oh my God, there are so many Chinese in Myanmar?" ”

"Yes, there were millions in the whole of northern Myanmar. When the Japanese army attacked Guangxi, about 1 million refugees poured into northern Burma from Yunnan; In fact, the Chinese never think that this is a foreign country, during the Ming Dynasty, Mizhi was managed by the Chinese Tusi, and the more overseas Chinese went north, the more overseas Chinese were donating, and half of the grain of the Chinese army was raised by them. ”

"Do you think it is possible for them to defeat the Japanese?" The lieutenant general asked in a tone of indifference.

"Yes, this battle plan is simply a genius formulation, I think you will be encouraged, of course, even if it is a stalemate, it is the rarest undefeated record achieved by the Allies since the Pacific War. The performance of the Chinese army is nothing short of impressive. ”

"You think I should be inspired?" The lieutenant general sneered and stopped talking.