Nankan was originally part of the territory of China, but in 1897, the Qing government, under pressure from the British, was forced to lease this 220 square kilometers of land to the British in perpetuity.

According to the Sino-British Treaty of Renewal of Burma signed by China and Britain in that year, Britain recognized Nankan as the land of China, but China was leased to British jurisdiction, and the lease price and other matters were discussed later.

It was then occupied by the Japanese army, and it was not until 1945 that the Chinese Expeditionary Force recaptured the land and established Guangfu Township, but the Nationalist Government continued to lease it to the British at a rent of 1,000 rupees a year, which was interrupted until the founding of the People's Republic of China and the independence of Burma.

As far as the history of Nankan is concerned, it is simply the second Hong Kong, which was also coerced by the British, but their ending is completely different, the latter finally returned to the embrace of the motherland, but Nankan, an enclave surrounded on three sides, did not come back, Jiangxinpo, Nankan and other places were forever assigned to Myanmar.

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The smoke on the battlefield has not yet dissipated, but the sky is gradually white, which marks the end of the bloody battle.

"One hundred and eighty-five minus thirty-one, and then thirty-six, how much do you get......"

Monk Zhou sat alone on the sandbag, holding a small notebook and pen in his hand, and was struggling with a few numbers, looking at it, he was obviously not very proficient in addition and subtraction within a hundred.

Although arithmetic was very difficult, he also broke his fingers and calculated seriously, so that Mo Youcai didn't notice it when he walked to his side.

"Monk, how many casualties did the troops end up in?"

Monk Zhou raised his head and clicked his mouth, and he looked very helpless: "36 died, 31 were injured, and there were 118 heads left that could breathe." What is the company commander...... Fight a battle to report a funeral, and don't keep letting me do this kind of thing. ”

When he was a monk, the master saw that he was more clever, so he taught him some simple arithmetic and instructed him to be responsible for the accounts and expenses of the temple

"Xiucai has been sacrificed, and now you know a few numbers in Quanlian, and I don't want you to find anyone."

Mo Youcai glanced at him angrily, and sat down next to him: "You think I'm not annoying?" Fuck you just report the number, I still have to wipe my ass! ”

Monk Zhou sighed, looking at the corpses in the distance that were neatly arranged and ready to be loaded onto the truck, and he felt strange in his heart.

There are always a few familiar figures passing away after a battle, this is the law of war, and the veterans are accustomed to bearing everything silently, perhaps they will only secretly wipe away their tears in a place where no one is around.

"Slow down, wrap his head around him, quick! Hurry up and get someone to help! ”

On a Sherman tank car, Yuan Li, together with several soldiers, carried out the driver who had died in battle.

Half of his head was shattered, and he had to wrap it in thick clothes to prevent his brain from flowing everywhere, and the tragic situation touched the hearts of everyone present.

During last night's battle, a bullet entered through the tank's viewing hole in a very tricky way, and after an angle, it instantly turned into a powerful stray bullet, unfortunately hitting the driver's head.

"Go all the way, brother......"

Before carrying the driver's body into the car, Yuan Li squeezed his cold hands and said his final goodbye, this was a brother who shared hardships and hardships in the concentration camp at that time, and the endless torture did not break him, but he did not expect to be separated by yin and yang.

"Battalion commander, Ah Fei is gone, let... No one drove our tanks. The gunner slowly leaned back on the frame and sighed in frustration.

Yuan Li picked up the kettle and poured it twice, and said helplessly: "Wait, I have already reported to the head of the regiment, and he said that the new driver will not arrive until two or three days at the earliest." ”

"There's no exact number yet, so don't we have to wait a few days?"

"So what's the solution? I heard that they captured more than a dozen armored vehicles in Wan Town, but you don't know how short of drivers there are in various units now, just wait. ”

Yuan Li spread his hands, and it would be good to wait for the driver who had promised to come over in a few days, even if he came, he was probably a novice. At present, there are quite a few transport vehicles in various troops, but there is an extremely short supply of skilled drivers, and as a last resort, Liao Mingyu also set up a car driving training camp in the rear to train drivers for the front-line troops.

But after all, driving a tank is not the same as driving a car, the principle is similar but the structure is very different, and it is difficult to get started without systematic training.

As soon as he heard this, the gunner was even more unhappy, and muttered to himself: "Car No. 3 was lit by Molotov cocktails, and a few guys in it were lucky that they didn't die, but they were also injured enough, we have one less driver, so won't there be two tanks missing when we go to Lashio?" ”

"You kid still want to go to Lashio, why don't you let go of any good things? Over there, the 200th Division and a regiment are in charge, and we have already taken 6 Shermans, so we can't leave some meat for them to taste? Besides, aren't you tired? Yuan Li scolded with a smile, just after he laid down Nankan, his subordinates actually wanted to go to Lashio.

"What are you tired of, as long as you fight the little devil, I'll be strong!"

The gunner's words made Yuan Li have to smile bitterly, why didn't he want to continue to fuck those dog-day Japanese?

But now that the battle line is stretched, the logistics supply is getting slower and slower, don't look at the fight last night to destroy so many little devils, it was all tons of ammunition paved. The next batch of supplies is expected to arrive tomorrow afternoon, and until then they will have to rest in place.

Although the chariot battalion pushed all the way over, there were also some losses, plus from yesterday afternoon to 4.5 o'clock in the morning, the high-intensity battle made the soldiers very tired, no matter how fierce the steel is, so the first task at the moment is to rest and wait for the arrival of new orders.

At this time, Mo Youcai strode over, and he also held a list in his hand: "Battalion commander, this is the casualty situation of our two companies, 78 dead and wounded in the sixth company, 67 people in the seventh company, a total of 219 people remaining, please take a look." ”

"Well, it's hard work, why didn't Company Commander Ji come?" Yuan Li asked after looking at it.

"Ji Laosi hung up the lottery, his shoulders and thighs were stung twice, and now he has been sent down."

"Alas... I know, go back and rest, there should be no combat missions for the past two days, let the brothers of the infantry company have a good rest, and I will inform you when the supplies come. ”

"Yes! But the battalion commander ... Are you alright, are you hurt? Seeing that Yuan Li had blood stains on his face and body, Mo Youcai asked with some concern.

"No, it's my driver's." As he spoke, Yuan Li's eyes fell, and his gaze turned to the tank behind him, and he was still feeling sad for his comrades leaving.

"Then the tank won't be able to drive?" Mo Youcai was surprised. He fixed his eyes on the tank with a little bloodstain, and his heart was also in a daze, and his feelings may not be safe in this iron lump.

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