The commander of the Independence Army's Northern Theater, Wu Pan, is one-third Chinese, taller than most Burmese, and speaks Chinese with a Deqin accent. Born in a headhunter tribe since childhood, he was later a spy trained by the Southern Organ, and received spy training on Hainan Island. After returning to China, he devoted himself to infiltrating the overseas Chinese in northern Myanmar to collect intelligence on the expeditionary force, and planned several assassinations against Du Yuming.

Before the 55th Division raided Lashio, the information on the deployment of the national army's troops was completed by a small detachment led by him, because because of his fake overseas Chinese identity background, he was active in the area from Jingdong to Kokang, which was not easy to arouse suspicion. Of the 10 reconnaissance teams dispatched by the Southern Organs, eight of them disguised themselves as monks, and all of them were caught and shot, while the other group disguised themselves as pawns of peddlers, failed to infiltrate and escaped.

In Wu Pan's view, the entire 15th Army from Kimura down owed him a favor, otherwise the Japanese would not have entered northern Burma so easily. Of course, the Japanese reciprocated the favor and gave him the greatest support, including 2,000 rifles and 20 machine guns, as well as mining and opium concessions, and he relied on these equipment to recruit four or five thousand people to expel overseas Chinese for the Japanese in northern Burma.

In fact, Wu Pan's desire to defend northern Burma was even greater than that of the Japanese, and he regarded the gem mines as his own. The Japanese don't care much about jadeite minerals, they only care about tungsten and oil.

Of course, Nanji was still worried that Wu Panwei would not be able to lose, and kept putting his troops in front with the allied forces. Wu Pan is not very literate, he is a reckless man, charging into battle and never flinching. The greatest pleasure of his life was to slash and kill captives with a Burmese scimitar.

Wu Pan found that the number of Chinese troops was not large, and decided to quickly descend the mountain and chase after him, he was familiar with the mountainous areas in this area, and knew that although the rain stopped, it did not mean that the mountain runoff would decrease, on the contrary, there was always a time difference between the maximum flow of flash floods and precipitation. He looked at the water below, and the water was cloudy, indicating that siltation had formed upstream, and the sediment had washed down due north. Once the flood water comes down, then they will stop themselves and watch the enemy flee, so they must act quickly.

The troops also did not eat and immediately threw themselves into pursuit. His common sense told him that marching through the primeval jungle would always be more difficult for those who went first to cut the road, and that it would be easier for them to follow. Just keep up, and when the enemy is tired, block the way and surround him. Then you're done.

"Report to the Commander," the signal man, who had been following closely, suddenly received a call from his superiors, "Chief Suzuki wants to talk to you." ”

Wu Pan impatiently took the intercom, he could speak Japanese, but not well, Suzuki could speak Burmese but not very well, so they talked to each other in Chinese.

"Sir, I have confirmed that the enemy in front of me is Chu Tingchang's men and horses, and there are many radio stations. I'm about to catch up and annihilate them. ”

"Commander, please don't worry, Chief Chu is cunning, just follow him closely, and wait for the other people to arrive before making a move."

"Sir, rest assured, my sorcerer told me that the devil has entangled them, and the time to cut off the head of this traitor is today and tomorrow, and if you miss it, the demon will no longer have patience."

He talked proudly about ghosts and gods and victories, not to fool the Japanese, but to believe in the headhunter culture in his bones, which included a lot of witchcraft and divination, and every time he fought, he had to ask for witchcraft and good luck. It's also very easy to ask God every time, just kill a chicken.

"Wu Panjun, don't be careless, Chu Tingchang is definitely ......" The voice on the radio suddenly became noisy, and then it was inaudible. This hell place is like this, the communication is good one second, and the next second you don't know. But it's okay to break it, Wu Pan found that the Japanese were very jealous of Chu Tingchang, which made him feel very ridiculous, he didn't cross the river with 10,000 people, there were only more than 100 people around him.

He didn't hear the name Chu Tingchang for the first time until a month ago, when his troops stormed a Guandi temple, grabbed several Chinese, and were about to be slashed when one of the little boys shouted: Chu Tingchang and Old Master Guan will avenge us.

He can still recall that scene, at that time, he even wanted to keep this child, keep him to see with his own eyes how he got rid of Chu Tingchang, of course, in the end, he couldn't help but cut it first; But the hatred for Emperor Guan of Chu Ting Changhe is over. In the past month, he has destroyed seven or eight Guandi temples in northern Myanmar. It is to let the Chinese see that their gods are no longer working, and here, only the fierce gods of Myanmar work.

As the troops descended the mountain, the roar of engines sounded in the clouds, and it seemed to be a group of aircraft, and there were quite a few of them. The soldiers hurriedly squatted or lay on their stomachs to avoid exposure. However, in such a jungle area, the plane in the sky cannot see below. Sure enough, the plane flew westward, and there was no intention of dropping bombs.

"The god of trees bless us, and the enemy will become blind and deaf." He shouted loudly to show that he was not afraid of being heard by the planes in the sky.

Seeing that his men were still pouting and dodging, he angrily kicked them and told them to get up and work.

The troops quickly descended into the valley, and the river rose a foot or two more than it had just been, and to be honest, it was a bit risky to cross the river at this time, because no one knew if the flood would come down upstream. But in the morning the wizard told him that the pursuit would be smooth today, and that tomorrow there would be twists and turns, and that he would need to kill a pig to get it done.

"Listen to it, grab Chu Tingchang, and reward a piece of gold (a unit of measurement in Myanmar, about the same as three city catties)."

His shout echoed through the valley and was immediately uplifting, a large sum of money, irresistibly alluring to his bandits.

At this moment, 16 U.S. B25 bombers are flying upstream in formation to find that location. Stilwell was also shocked when he received the telegram forwarded by Zhou Youfu, first of all, he didn't expect that Chief Chu Tingchang would have such an unexpected plan, and secondly, he didn't expect that he would let his troops relay the telegram. He looked at the map and felt that this plan was still unrealistic, but it was better to send all the bombers idle, which was all the bombers that the Fourteenth Air Force could dispatch. The fleet will fly into the forest, looking for guidance on the ground. Due to the fact that it reached the far boundary of the British East India radar detection, there was also a lack of navigation stations in other directions except for the north, and navigation was indeed a problem, but after the heavy rain, the sky was like a wash, and the pilot still found the tributary of the Qingdun River from a high altitude, and then the Shuo River went west, and found purple smoke on the ground. It looks like the river has accumulated enough water to overflow in all directions.

The bomb was a little difficult, and the pilot circled a few times, waiting for the opportunity. The timing of the bombing still needs to be confirmed by Chief Chu Ting, and all the operational requirements for air-ground cooperation that he put forward to the Americans are not simply bomb drops, not only to drop bombs in the right place, but also to the problem of strict time matching, and the American pilots are naturally very disgusted with this, but their superiors have gradually found some ways.

After receiving the command to drop the bomb, the pilot continued to reduce the altitude and flew over the bomb at a low speed of 100 meters above the dammed site. More than a dozen planes, in turn, dropped bombs. Throw down 227 kg*. The reason for choosing a smaller * is an attempt to carpet bomb and cover the target area.

The plane flew horizontally, and * crackled and fell. Explosions exploded one after another at the mouth of the silted river, and some were thrown into the river, and the explosion stirred up a huge surge to rush towards the silt, which also formed a strong squeezing force.

Chinese scouts, who were hiding a kilometer away, saw signs that the silted area was beginning to loosen. In addition to the large trucks of dirt, there are also trees that have been rolled down from the upstream, all of which come together to form a seeping embankment. No one has calculated the possible role that an explosion could play in the release of internal osmotic stress. Pavilion Chief Chu didn't even see the situation here with his own eyes, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was blindly commanding. All his previous actions were not really based on luck, but this time, he really needed some luck.

Bombing and explosions continued. A pine tree blocking the mouth of the silt was blown away, removing the last obstacle before resisting the seepage water. The torrent rushed through a small gap, and then the gap grew larger and larger, and within seconds, the huge flood water was completely out of control and rushed downstream.

After all, Wu Pan was a bold warlord, in addition to the clear rewards and punishments, he was also able to take the lead, he led the command to rush into the turbid torrent and grab the river.

About the headquarters of a company, the first to cross the river. Wu Pan jumped to the heights, raised his scimitar high, and howled like an ancient warrior. The soldiers were inspired to cross the river together.

Chu Tingchang observed this place with a telescope not far away, and the scene of more than 2,000 people entering the water together was really spectacular. He had just learned that the flood was coming down and was on his way, so he stopped to take a look. He is the general who has the deepest understanding of the role of informatization in this era, and he must know it as soon as the torrent descends. For him, this is a very ideal opportunity to show his face in front of his subordinates. Even though he had shown enough faces, he still enjoyed it.

A loud roar suddenly came to mind in the valley, the sound was so strange that it was almost impossible to distinguish the direction, and the soldiers swimming in the river could not help but stop and look around.

Someone saw a sea of turbid currents rushing from behind the mountain, about a kilometer away.

The soldiers in the river began to run in both directions, but many of them were still stunned, standing still in the middle of the river.

A pine tree that arrived first rushed across the river, sweeping down all the soldiers who stood in its way, and the waves rolled and swallowed everyone who stayed in the river. The river, which was less than 40 meters wide in the valley, suddenly expanded to both sides, and some of the people who had already reached the shore and were sitting on the shore wearing clothes and shoes were also swept away by the huge waves.

Wu Pan stood on a high place, but he was not swept away by the torrent. He watched as the flood filled the valley and wiped out almost all of his men. He stood still, as if he had lost three souls and seven spirits, and he couldn't believe the reality in front of him.

Chu Tingchang saw that about 400 people had no time to go down the river, and were blocked by the flood on the opposite bank, and they had already fled in the wilderness, and only a few dozen barely crossed the river. There was a stupid man with a red turban and a cutlass in his hand, standing on the shore. He was followed by a man who was carrying a radio, apparently an officer. He ordered Zhao Xiaoli to hurry up and arrest people, and reward ten yuan for grabbing the communication soldier, two yuan for capturing the officer alive, and five yuan for killing one.