Although it was midnight, Zhou Changfeng, who was in the temporary headquarters, still did not sleep, but was writing the battle plan and the leader's determination map with strong spirits.

Of course, the name of the Ming army is different, and the latter is called a "tactical strategy map".

Xie Wancheng strode in and found that several communication soldiers were arranging telephone lines and exchanges, while Zhou Changfeng was slapping himself? The two snaps are quite loud.

"Battalion commander, why don't you sleep first? I'll draw this sketch. He suggested with concern.

"No, it'll be done right away, you can bring me two cans, one meat and one fruit." The circumference continued to write and draw without raising his head.

Later, Xie Wancheng took the sketch he had drawn, neat, refreshing, and worthy of being a high-achieving student.

And after Zhou Changfeng opened the canned fruit, he ate and ate, and the sleepiness from instinct suddenly came up, and he fell asleep in such an instant, and his face puffed into the canned orange, and he was stained with sugar water.

Slightly embarrassed, he picked up an old newspaper on the ground, wiped his face, and then simply stood up and ate.

At three o'clock in the morning, the soldiers of the city and the southwestern highlands were woken up punctually after a shallow sleep of three and a half hours, and their fatigue seemed to have subsided a little, and they began to wield small shovels assigned to individual soldiers, and desperately dug for bunkers and fortifications.

Riflemen digging foxholes, machine gunners digging machine gun bunkers, artillerymen digging mortar bunkers, everyone repeating the action of digging in the earth almost like crazy.

The excavated earth is thrown forward and piled up, tamped to form a breastwork; After the individual bunkers have been excavated, continue to dig communication trenches to connect each foxhole together; Then the bunkers were further strengthened and anti-artillery holes were dug.

Due to the rush of time, it was too late to dig the shelter and trench with a larger amount of earthwork, so Liu Qidong, the leader of the first team, immediately ordered the serpentine trench to be extended 40 meters to the left and right flanks, and to build a machine-gun bunker as a side-fire point.

Luckily, the summer rainfall in the Assam region is very abundant, and it has been raining for the past few days, so the soil is damp and soft, making it easy to dig.

Liu Qidong, with a solemn face, walked through the trenches, and ordered as he walked: "Go and help dig machine gun bunkers if you are free!" Heavy machine guns are arranged at least three firing positions! Confirm the horizon and clear the shooting boundary. ”

As students of the French army, the Ming army had many ideas of their own, and there were many differences in discipline and doctrine, but at least in terms of defense, everyone agreed that firepower was the key to effective defense.

The Ming infantry units, with heavy machine guns and mortars as their tactical core, were obviously well versed in this truth, and were also adept at camouflaging their positions, at least even Zhou Changfeng, who personally came to inspect them, was very satisfied.

"Have all the firepower elements been calibrated? Be sure to figure it out. ”

"You put a hundred hearts, and there is no omission." The vice-captain of the cannon team patted his chest and reassured.

Zhou Changfeng took a deep breath, then picked up his binoculars and observed that there was a large area of dense woods to the northwest and due north of Demagi, which could be described as lush and green in the middle of summer.

The enemy will definitely make a detour from the woods, and the probability is one hundred percent.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a forward position there, and then a diagonal position at the rear?

Unfortunately, time was running out, so he had to have a few guard posts set up there and some mines laid.

He turned his head to look at Liu Qidong and asked seriously: "After the battle starts, you are the most dangerous, can you have confidence in being attacked on three sides?" ”

The latter nodded without hesitation, and replied confidently: "At least today will be all day." ”

Zhou Changfeng smiled and left without further ado.

The sun leaps out of the horizon, shining warm rays onto the earth, and with a few puffy clouds floating in the blue sky, it will be a clear day no matter how you look at it.

However, such weather was also excellent for the Anglo-Indian Air Force.

Task Force Wilson, who had been camping since the early hours of the morning and had begun their march, had once again encountered mines that had annoyed them.

Are the remnants of the army that had harassed them still trying to stop them? What a group of pathetic unlucky guys, Lieutenant Arik, who was at the back of the line, scolded.

But soon, another earth-shattering roar startled the British and Indian soldiers, and the smoke of the explosion became the shape of a mushroom cloud.

The Ming army found some NH₄NO₃ fertilizer in several warehouses in the city, and the sappers paired it with the initiating charge and arranged it on the side of the road, connected by detonating cords and mines. Once the latter is triggered, more than a dozen bags of fertilizer are detonated.

A Bantam off-road vehicle was restored to a parts state, and the four British and Indian soldiers who were in it also flew directly on the Turkish plane.

Major General Wilson looked through the telescope at the city of Demagi in the distance, and it was certain that the Chinese army was in it, and was ready to use the terrain to stop them.

The adjutant came over and reported: "Your Excellency, according to air reconnaissance, there are traces of Chinese in Demagi. ”

"What about the outer grounds? Like on that mound. ”

"It wasn't mentioned in the report."

It took the huge team a full two hours to cover the ten miles, and the British and Indian soldiers were now terrified by the mines and mines, and every step was cautious.

Wilson ordered the troops to stop at a distance of four miles from Dema, as the leading units and reconnaissance units had already spotted the Chinese troops operating on the high ground.

After two days of fighting, the coordination between the various units of the task force was in full swing - a battalion of the 16th Anglo-Indian Infantry Brigade immediately dispersed in formation, the 4th Artillery Regiment (Battalion) was immediately deployed, and the Royal 5th Tank Regiment (Battalion) slowly marched forward to guide the infantry to attack.

Everything was in order, and the British officers who felt good about themselves even felt that it was worth taking pictures of and could later serve as a typical example of infantry and tank cooperation.

The situation of the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Mixed Brigade forcibly marching through the mountains to come in reinforcements was obviously not expected by the British and Indian troops, and the aerial reconnaissance even ignored the mountainous area by default, because the air force staff believed that "no one would choose to march from there."

As a result, they still thought that the Ming army that was trying to delay them was the third battalion of the 38th Regiment, which had suffered heavy losses in the past two days.

If you have the upper hand and deal with some remnants of the defeated army who are short of ammunition and lack firepower, do you still need to attack on the flanks as recommended in the combat regulations? What a waste of time.

So the indifferent British and Indian troops chose to launch a frontal attack directly, thinking that they could end the battle neatly and at once.

The 4th Artillery Battalion even thought there was no need to waste shells, so it only randomly fired a four-round salvo; The battalion 76.2mm mortars of the Nagpur battalion also fired only six shells.

"Beep-beep-" Albert, the commander of Company C, blew his whistle, and then said lightly, "Hurry up with these guys, and then go into the city for afternoon tea." ”