At the risk of being hit by a stray bullet, Sergeant Davis opened the hatch, poked his head out of his car, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw two "rays" hit another A9 cruiser tank next to him, and the parallel machine gun that the latter had just strafed was suddenly muted.

Frightened and frightened, Davis immediately bowed his head and shouted, "Die!" Reverse! Reverse! We can't ......."

His words came to an abrupt halt as a 25.6mm armor-piercing tracer shot at the edge of the turret at a large angle of incidence, and it bounced past the top of the turret as it bounced, smashing Davis's head like a hammer into a watermelon.

His headless body slammed back into the car, and the gunner next to him screamed in fright.

The fierce fighting continued, and the so-called "darkest before dawn" was the most appropriate description of the psychology of the Anglo-Indian troops in the ring position.

Obviously, night combat is a great test of an army's quality and organizational ability, so most armies will actually try to avoid large-scale field battles at night, and usually only send a small number of elite detachments to carry out infiltration and detour missions.

The attack of the 3rd Mixed Brigade, although at first good, soon became disorganized due to the intensity of the fighting, poor visibility, and chaotic communications.

Zhou Changfeng, who watched the whole battle, felt regretful and helpless - if you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work!

It is entirely possible to send a few company-level detachments to infiltrate in depth to delay and delay the enemy's retreat, while the large force waits until after dawn to launch an attack, which is obviously a better choice.

From the binoculars, the entire battlefield has become a mess.

The main attack, feints, assists, containment, detours, etc., which were planned at the beginning, have been thrown out of the sky by various departments, and they can't even take care of the echelon.

Battalions and detachments launched non-stop attacks from all sides, repeatedly testing the joints of enemy lines, and once they found a weak point, they swarmed like sharks smelling blood.

After destroying and forcing back most of the tanks, the artillerymen pushed the anti-aircraft guns to the starting position of the assault, and directly bombarded the enemy's machine-gun bunkers and command posts at a distance of only 200 meters from the enemy, and even opened fire on individual soldiers.

64mm mortar shells also continued to fall, and the British and Indian soldiers on the front line of the ring position were blown up.

Amid the piercing whistle and the piercing sound of suona, the Ming soldiers braved the rain of bullets and leaped forward alternately, during which they continued to fire grenades, and when they reached a distance of 30 or 40 meters, they threw grenades in unison, and after a series of roars, they launched a dense assault to kill the stubborn enemy soldiers on the position with submachine guns and bayonets.

"Sir, the B4 region needs support, there are too many of them!"

"To the east... A1 has fallen! 我們是否要組織反擊? ”

"Please order the tanks to come to the rescue, those cowardly cowards!"

For a while, there was an emergency everywhere, and in the command headquarters under the back slope of Heights Zero, the field phone calls almost never stopped, and the few platoons that had just been sent out were the last reserves in Wilson's hands.

He had always been benevolent, and at this moment he had to strictly order the tanks to rejoin the battle, otherwise he would have to go to court-martial.

Although some people shouted "I'd rather be judged than go to the front" and refused to return to the battlefield, most of them still sat back in the tank with a dead mother's expression.

The precarious position was barely secured by the re-entry of the tanks into the battle - a group of Ming troops who rushed to the eastern position suffered heavy losses under the heavy fire of several tanks, and the British and Indian troops also took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack, and they were forced to retreat.

Imphal Air Force Base was brightly lit at the moment, more than a dozen planes slowly drove onto the runway, and the engines roared, and although the Air Force refused to participate in the night battle several times, the grim situation faced by Task Force Wilson could not refuse.

Half an hour later, nine Fury fighters and six Vincent bombers approached the sky over Demagi, and the navigators had already noticed the flickering fire from a long distance.

Upon reaching Ground Zero, more than a dozen planes circled, and two of the fighters dropped large aviation flares, which were not as strong as the small things fired by artillery.

Lighting tubes like little suns hang under parachutes, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daylight!

And the pilots were almost cardiopulmonary arrest by the scene below - the circular position of Task Force Wilson, with Heights Zero as the core, was like an isolated island in the ocean, surrounded by dense Chinese troops!

The brigade air defense team did not intend to let these British and Indian air forces get carried away, and under the unified command, the six machine guns that were staggered opened fire immediately.

A 20.8mm high-explosive fragmentation projectile and tracer bullet roared out, like an arrow of light piercing the night sky!

One of the Vincent bombers that was set on fire was torn to pieces by a dozen shells almost instantly, and before the other planes could react, the right wing of another Fury fighter was completely severed.

The six Type 34 anti-aircraft guns were a great display of their might, shooting down three and damaging five in just four minutes, and the anti-aircraft artillery even felt that it was easier to deal with these low-speed and low-altitude biplanes than it was to train them to shoot targets.

As a cutting-edge anti-aircraft weapon, the Type 34 anti-aircraft gun was the result of the Ming army's dissatisfaction with the Erlikon MS-cal.60 anti-aircraft gun and the Suluotong ST-5 anti-aircraft gun after the thirties, and was independently designed and finalized by the Shenyang Arsenal, with a caliber of six and a half minutes, that is, 20.8mm, and an air-conductive automatic principle, which was fed by a 20-round magazine or a 45-round drum.

Both the Ordnance Bureau and the military are full of praise for its performance, but due to the use of the air conduction principle, its process is complex, the production is difficult, and the cost is high. In contrast, the Libertybolt-Forward Shock Erikon, the Tube-Retreat Suroton, and the Madsen are all simpler and cheaper.

Although the support of the Anglo-Indian air force had little effect, the large-scale offensive of the Ming army still showed a certain decline, mainly because of the disorganization.

After the initial assault, subsequent echelons and support became messy and inefficient.

"Convinced, messed up!" Zhou Changfeng, who was bowing down in front of the artillery team mirror to observe the battlefield situation, couldn't help but complain.

Why is the artillery battalion not in place yet? Now that both sides have reached the limit, if there is a large-scale firepower attack at this time, the British and Indian armies will inevitably collapse first.

It happened that the telephone lines had already been laid and the communications platoon had just debugged the telephone exchange, so Zhou Changfeng made a phone call to the artillery command post.

"Hey, I'm the first battalion commander Zhou Changfeng, what's the matter with you?! Not in place yet?! ”

It sounded very noisy on the other end of the phone, and a somewhat sissy voice replied, "Oh! Brother Zhou, how are you? Brother, I'm worried to death! ”

"Grass! Lao Tzu asked you when the artillery support will start, don't be so! ”

"Okay, well, the command post and the guns have just been in place, now I'm waiting for the subjective and sideways to pull the telephone line over, wait another quarter of an hour."

"I can see the situation on the front line clearly, and I can't wait for a minute." Zhou Changfeng, who was speechless, looked up at the distance again as he spoke, and said anxiously: "I can't wait, shoot at intermittent sights, and the firepower of the whole brigade is under my command!" ”