Mutaguchi was full of ambition, waiting to take the head of Chu Tingchang to pay tribute to Lieutenant General Sakurai, who was killed in Burma. He also found some time to begin to think about how to guide the wording of the military department's press releases, avoiding boring and empty patriotic propaganda, and focusing instead on the significance of winning the war. There are two layers of meaning, one of which is the superstitious mechanization of the enemy, which he proves to be only a castle in the air, beautiful and fragile. Mechanization ignores the importance of man, and is paralyzed at any time by the slightest mistake. The second is the elimination of the Chu Ting Changbu, which means that the Republic of China's attempt to build an iron army on foreign aid has become disillusioned.

The drone has been tracking the headquarters of the 18th Division, but it is still impossible to determine the location of Mutakou, so Lin Xiuxuan had to postpone the bomb dropping time to daytime, hoping to confirm the identity of the enemy chief with optical equipment. If the drone is low enough, it can perform facial recognition, but only if the target has its head up.

The Japanese army once again launched a group charge, and they marched here without eating or drinking, and immediately engaged in a continuous attack, and this fanaticism itself was enough to prove that their spiritual strength was indeed very strong.

The drone clearly saw the state of confrontation between the two sides through the thermal imager, the 48th Wing attacked from the west alone, the 56th Wing from the east and the 55th Wing from the north were still far away, and the encirclement still left a huge air attack. Of course, the enemy can think that most of the way has been blocked according to the sand table or map, and since the headquarters of Chu Tingchang has lost gasoline, it should not be able to escape. They opened up the road network to the south, and deployed only a small number of Japanese troops and a few thousand men of the Indian 3rd Division, of course, because it was estimated that the Chinese army would not go crazy to run south. At a distance of 30 km, the 18th Artillery Brigade was advancing in a hurry, and the Japanese soldiers were desperately whipping their horses so that they could barely drag the 150 field guns, which were usually towed by tractors, of course they did not. However, Mu Tian didn't care about this, he just set a strict timetable for the troops, and ordered them to arrive before dawn. In his eyes, Japanese horses, like Japanese soldiers, can squeeze out spiritual power.

Complicating the southern blocking position were the main force of the Indian 3rd Division, more than 3,000 people, who were given the task of building positions to prevent the enemy from breaking through.

Division Commander Rabish was happy to accept the task of holding off the Chinese army, and he did not want to equip himself with poorly staffed troops to block the Bedford Regiment in the northwest.

A year earlier, when he was in North Africa, he was a major in the 4th Indian Infantry Brigade (now he is a lieutenant general), and he had seen this ace army in battle, and knew that the Bedford Regiment was known for its offensive strength, and every battle was covered by artillery fire and assaulted by armored vehicles. Several battles with Rommel never fell to the upper hand.

So during the day, he deliberately slowed down the march and let the whole army move slowly, and he gave up the main march route to the fanatical Japanese, and sheltered the Japanese who had fallen behind due to heat stroke. Subjectively, he was trying to avoid playing the British team too early; Objectively, of course, there is no strength for a rapid march. If his troops were to march like the Japanese, it is estimated that many people would have to throw away their guns.

He has a twelfth point in his heart against the Chinese army, India is poor and weak, but after all, he has followed the British into the Forbidden City twice, and he still has a psychological advantage. Now, he intends to keep his distance and ask his troops to dig trenches and prepare to annihilate the Chinese forces that try to slip away from their positions after dawn tomorrow. He gave the order to take more prisoners of war and not shoot them all. Nanjing Wang Jingwei had just established diplomatic relations with the new India, and the new ambassador, Mei Siping, had just arrived in Calcutta, and when he met with Nehru, he made this request with tears in his eyes.

The soldiers didn't care whether they killed the Chinese or not, but they had some complaints about the night requirements, especially the new division commander, who had very little combat experience, had been messing around with the heavy troops of the 4th Brigade in India, and was the sycophant of the British; During the Battle of Singapore, Rabish led the surrender without firing a single shot, and later joined the Indian National Army. It's just that because he is a fellow villager with Nehru, he was designated as the commander of the Third Division.

Kenner, the deputy division commander, was particularly disdainful of the commander, who was one of the 20 men who accompanied Bose from Germany on a submarine, and was a veteran of the Nationalist Army. Just because he surrendered a year earlier than the division commander (in North Africa), the rank was only captain at that time, and the rank of seniority seemed slightly inferior to that of Rabich, but if you calculate the time to surrender and surrender, it should be earlier.

In the end, though, it was subtle politics that worked. After Bose had already appointed the commanders of the 1st and 2nd divisions, he really couldn't look too ugly, and in order to find a balance, he finally sealed a Nehru man to be the division commander.

The order went down, and some of the people below did not buy it, and dragged it until after midnight in the distance like locusts, where the Indians lazily waved shovels and picks, and finally dug the trenches to waist deep, and the machine guns were set up casually, and everyone sat down to smoke cigarettes and began to talk.

In the darkness of the night, a pair of Chinese reconnaissance cavalry teams quickly approached. It happened to catch up with the Indian army to extend the night prayer time in order to grind foreign workers.

The cavalrymen couldn't see what was going on, so they hurried and leaped over hundreds of pouting butts. The Indian soldiers, standing still after getting up, couldn't figure out what was going on, and hurriedly sent someone to their superiors to check if there were any of their own troops passing without greeting. Suddenly, flares fell from the sky, illuminating the enemy's position.

Several Stewart tanks emerged from a distance, and they lined up a kilometer away, rumbling towards the positions of the Indians. Chief Chu asked them to break through once and not drag the mud and water. The tank commanders were lying on the turret, taking advantage of the falling flares and the enemy positions getting brighter and brighter, carefully observing the opponent's positions, hoping to immediately find the position of heavy fire. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of breaking through the vanguard, and naturally dare not slack off. The cavalry in front had just reported that they had easily broken through and not fired a single shot, which was really puzzling.

From a distance, the Indian soldiers could be seen standing upright in the trench, exposing half of their bodies, and I don't know if they were brave and brave, deliberately not dodging, or if the trench was dug too shallowly.

Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, Stewart stopped and fired with his cannon at the machine guns that were high above the trenches. For a time, several haphazardly deployed heavy machine guns were smashed to pieces. After the flares fell, the wilderness fell into darkness again, and the Indian army began to fight back indiscriminately. But the Chinese tanks stopped firing, and they could only fight indiscriminately into the darkness. When the gunfire is a little sparse, the rumbling of tanks can be heard approaching, but it is not visible.

When the new batch of flares of the Chinese army fell, the tanks that suddenly appeared in the darkness were much larger than just now, and they were almost in front of them.

Ignoring the strafing of the tanks, the Indian soldiers jumped out of waist-deep trenches and fled in all directions. The tanks rushed to the front of the ditch and stopped very carefully, carrying bundles of firewood to fill the trench. But the commanders quickly determined that it was completely unnecessary and could drive straight over. They also had another mission, which was to intercept the Japanese heavy artillery units.

After the infantry took control of the passage, they quickly filled part of the Indian trench, and the field doctors of the 200th Division followed and began to evacuate. Of course, on the one hand, they also believe that even if there is a breakthrough, the Indian army can at least defend for a while. The Indian 1st Division left a good impression on Mutaguchi, and he felt that it was quite capable of fighting, but this 3rd Division, which was named after the Indian Leopard, had a lot more combat effectiveness.

Behind the striker and hospital was the headquarters of Chief Chu Ting, and one after another the trucks drove through the wilderness, onto the road, and sped south. This was followed by the Sherman Tank Company, which was a strong force of Chu Ting's commander, who followed the command at any time.

At the same time, fierce fighting in the village was going on. A few light tanks at the rear of the hall suppressed the frantically rushing Japanese with firepower, giving the infantry time to board the half-track at the other end of the village. Zhao Xiaoli's jeep convoy blew the whistle all the way to contain the soldiers who had no time to get on the bus in the chaos.

Everything was compact and efficient, and the convoy full of people was speeding south, and the Japanese could not catch up at all. The last few tanks reversed as they fought, exited a sufficient distance, quickly turned, and swept away in dust. Just now, the fierce battle between the two sides was still in a stalemate, and in a blink of an eye, the Chinese army was gone.

Mutaguchi was in a landlord's compound and was waiting for the good news ahead, but when he heard the gunfire in front of him, he hurriedly went outside and looked through a telescope and found that there was a ceasefire. He thought it was strange, but he really couldn't understand what was going on, and in general, if the enemy wanted to run, he would have to peel off his skin.

After a while, the front reported. The enemy's tanks, which were originally only fixed firepower, suddenly came to life and made a limited assault, and the attacking troops were frustrated and retreated slightly, and the long queue behind the enemy's village actually went south together, not at all as if they had run out of fuel.

The commander of the division was taken aback, what the hell is the enemy doing? If he had gas, why didn't he run earlier?

He suddenly remembered an important thing, his most precious artillery was slowly coming in the direction of the enemy's breakthrough at the moment, would he be touched by the enemy's blind cat and a dead mouse? Of course, he could not believe that the enemy could anticipate the path of his artillery, and it was impossible for the night march to be detected by aircraft. However, after thinking about it, the intelligence unit said that the demon Chu Tingchang could often judge some famous people inexplicably.

He hurriedly went back to the house to look at the map, fortunately, there were still several thousand Indian troops guarding here, even if they could not resist the Chinese army, hoping to delay time, let himself adjust the deployment, and let the artillery quickly transfer. He immediately ordered the division commander Rabish to hold his position, and at the same time told the artillery brigade Iwata Nakasa to quickly turn around.

25 kilometers away, Iwata got a telegram. He didn't dare to slack off, and immediately deployed a U-turn. But the 150 guns in the team, which were dead and heavy and had only a layer of rubber on their wheels, turned around if they wanted to. The pack horses in the team neighed, and these beasts were also a little angry, and they ate countless whips along the way, and they insisted on getting things here, and they wanted to turn around? It just doesn't make sense.

As soon as the eastern horizon was exposed, and the Japanese troops were still making noise here and could not retreat, a group of cavalry on the hillside galloped to the front and shot and slashed at the Japanese troops who were in a mess.

For these cavalrymen, it was not the first time that they attacked the artillery halfway, and they knew that they had to quickly cut off the formation and let the enemy mess up. Sitting in the mosquito net, Chu Tingchang could pinch his fingers and count that the enemy's artillery was advancing overnight, and the route was also clear, which was simply amazing.