Age of Rebirth

Tang Qiuli's thoughts have jumped out of the current world. Flying back decades later, since he has such strength and such an excellent opportunity, if he does not take advantage of it, historians of later generations will use it like this With the pen of the pen, he wrote that he is a big fool, a top idiot and a fool.

Since the British governor in India can create a McMahon line and leave China with a scar, he can't create a Tang Qiu offline and dismember the Indian continent. Anyway, India is now in the hands of the British, God If you want to pay it, don't take it, it's against the peace of heaven, everything is a fait accompli, even in later generations, the mouth lawsuit, let the third and the British fight.

However, I'm afraid that when the time comes, the Asan's will not even be able to find the right owner. This time, I flew to Germany to destroy the British Isles. Thinking of this, Tang Qiuli was very excited, and for his motherland in advance, Getting rid of a restless and annoying neighbor is not in vain for two lives.

From a distance, Shanhu saw Tang Qiuli's expression was lost in confusion and contemplation again, and said to himself, "Okay, Xiaoqiu's old problem has happened again, why are you giggling?" Many times, no surprises, Shanhu is used to it.

Shanhu came to Tang Qiuli to report something. The troops that entered the East India region earlier sent a capable guard group to meet their division commander. The division commander was not far away. He was very excited. Waiting for the teacher's call. [

Shanhu arrived in front of Tang Qiuli, sighed intentionally, and said, "Hey, I've lost my mind again. If I had known this, I would have let Liu Xinlan come with me, and it would save me from worrying all day long!"

Tang Qiuli came back to his senses, and seeing Shan Hu's sympathy, he even shook his head and sighed, glaring at Shan Hu, and said, "Huzi, why are you lost? I'm thinking about something, okay? What does it have to do with Liu Xinlan?" , tell me, what's the matter?"

Shanhu replied: "Look, are you angry? The army has sent people to meet us, and the head of the regiment is waiting for you, the master, to be summoned. I will report and ask the teacher for instructions!"

Tang Qiuli looked at Shanhu for a while, "puchi" laughed, and said, "Huzi, you. When did you become slick? If Ouyang Lan sees it, you won't be blamed if you don't fix it?"

Immediately, his face changed, and he asked: "What did you just say? Send someone to pick us up, return the strength of a regiment, and mess around. In this case, it is mainly concealment. How big a target is a few thousand people? Do you know what's going on in their minds?"

Head Colonel.Excited and uneasy, waiting for the meeting between the division commander and the division commander, Tang Qiuli and Shan Hu came over, and the regiment commander hurried forward and stood at attention to salute: "Report to the division commander, Yu Jingjiang, the commander of the first regiment of the second brigade of the Sulu Mobile Corps , under the order of the brigade commander, come to protect the safety of the division headquarters, and ask the division commander for instruction!"

Yu Jingjiang was a little nervous, too.Among the nearly one million troops of the Independent Division, there may be thousands of regiment-level officers alone, and there may be a few who have personally met the division commander and received his instructions face to face.This is a great honor. When I accepted the task, the other old men's eyes turned red with jealousy, and they complained that the brigade commander was partial and gave up all good things.

Tang Qiuli took a look at Yu Jingjiang. He was an officer in his 30s. He looked capable and capable. Although he was sweating profusely, his military appearance and appearance showed no signs of confusion or embarrassment. He nodded slightly. Very satisfied with his performance.

Then, he seemed to ask casually: "Commander Yu, why did your second brigade send someone to pick up the division headquarters? How far is your brigade headquarters from here? Was there any fighting on the way here?"

The amiable attitude and gentle tone are also Tang Qiuli's habits. He never gets angry with the commanders of the grassroots troops. , I'm afraid it's going to be bad luck.

Of course Yu Jingjiang didn't know. Tang Qiuli asked the meaning of these words, and replied honestly: "Reporting to the commander, this is the hidden area of ​​our second brigade. It is more than [-] kilometers away from the current location. , are under our control, there is no danger, after receiving the telegram from the division headquarters, the brigade commander ordered our first regiment to protect the safety of the division, it was getting dark, and the location of the brigade headquarters was hard to find."

Yu Jingjiang's answer was concise and clear, without a word of nonsense, and without sloppiness. Tang Qiuli nodded in satisfaction. The problem he was most worried about no longer existed, and his face became more and more kind. He said, "Commander Yu, please lead the way. , tonight, I will bother you Brigadier Liao."

Then he said to Zhao Yuhe beside him: "Yuhe, send a notice to the brigade commanders. Tomorrow morning, a military meeting will be held at the second brigade station to deploy operations against the British and Indian Army's Eastward Expedition Corps. Let's go, don't let us go." Captain Yu is waiting for us, let's see what local food Brigadier Liao prepared for us?"

Yu Jingjiang smiled honestly, and immediately relaxed his nervous mood, thinking to himself: "The teacher is more approachable than I imagined, and I was nervous for nothing."

The night covered the land of East India. In the dark night, a long convoy of convoys galloped along a simple dirt road towards the station of the second brigade. Outside of the troops of the Independence Division, no one would have thought that Tang Qiuli, the number one figure of the Independent Division, who had stirred up a lot of wind and rain in the Indochina Peninsula and the Hukang River Valley, had entered the land of East India.

Compared to Tang Qiuli's easygoing and easy-going attitude, Lieutenant General Chelsea, the commander of the British Army's Eastward Expedition in Imphal, was in a bad mood and wanted to curse.

According to the traditional habits of the British Army, the Eastward Expedition Corps of the Indian Army should be organized as a group army, and its commanding force can reach 10,000+ people. It can fly to Lieutenant General Chelsea in Imphal one day earlier, and open the troop deployment table. After only a few glances, the first thing to do was to throw the coffee in his hand, together with the cup, at the feet of the training director of the major general stationed in India.

The poor major general's training director, who didn't dare to say a word, looked at the commander in a rage, full of grievances, can he blame himself?The daily training of the troops stationed in India is always a matter of success or failure. Those Indian soldiers are lucky to say that the British soldiers are all about the same as young masters. If they are talking about drinking, gambling, and women, they are all masters. But when it comes to training, you can hide if you can, and you can rely on it.

In addition, this time Commander Alexander went east to northern Burma and fought against the Chinese, and he took out all the relatively well-trained troops. If it weren't for most of the Indian soldiers to act as a front, I, the training director, can dismiss the class, and this department should also be abolished. [

Chelsea waved his hand, like chasing flies, telling the training director to leave immediately. He looked annoyed, the training director seemed to be pardoned, packed up the things on the table, and disappeared in front of His Excellency the Commander with movements faster than a rabbit.

If Chelsea wanted to scold someone, the first thing he wanted to scold was that Alexander, this old bastard, who took out all the elite troops stationed in the Indian Army to see what was left for him?

On the troop allocation table, there are no more than 9 people at full strength. I am afraid that only God knows how many posts there are. Moreover, they are still distributed in various parts of the Indian continent, especially the troops in East India and Dongba. Empty, the garrison in some places only has the strength of a pitiful company, and that's all.

The key is the quality of the soldiers. This is the most annoying thing for Chelsea. When he first arrived in Imphal, he took the time to inspect the local garrison with all the officers of the regiment command organization. Parr left behind a regiment of garrison troops, but when the troops assembled, Chelsea's enthusiasm turned into a basin of cold water, pouring cold water into his heart!

It is said that it is a regiment, but the soldiers assembled are only a little more than two battalions, and most of them are Indian soldiers dressed in curry. As for the compatriots in the country, they just look like that. With the temperament of a soldier, all of them are in good spirits, and they are unshaven, as if they are hangover.

British soldiers in disorganized uniforms accounted for the majority. If it were not for the presence of Indian soldiers, Lieutenant General Chelsea, who was extremely disappointed and furious, would not hesitate to order them to run along the playground until they vomited blood. The soldiers of the Empire are disgraced.

Checking the weapons and equipment again, Lieutenant General Chelsea said thoroughly. Many of the soldiers' weapons and equipment were dilapidated and defective. The rifles in the hands of some soldiers were full of rust in the barrel. After picking up the parts, after careful questioning, each soldier, on average, shoots less than ten times a year, and only shoots five rounds each time.

In other words, after serving as soldiers of the British Empire for two or three years, they shot less than 20 rounds in total. Lieutenant General Chelsea was sure that even if these soldiers were allowed to shoot Chinese soldiers at a distance of [-] meters, some of them would More than half of them would miss the target, and the rest probably peed their pants in fear, couldn't even lift the gun, or simply ran for their lives.

As for the regiment of the Imphal defenders, the whole regiment does not have a heavy artillery or field artillery, more than [-] mortars, all of which are all belongings, and there are very few light and heavy machine guns. This is still the defender of the important town of Imphal. Army, what about other places?

Lieutenant General Chelsea didn't dare to think about it. That old bastard Alexander did a great job. He transferred all the artillery and tank troops away, leaving nothing good for himself. Whatever the result, he left it in Burma. In the Hukang River Valley in the north, he was surrounded by the Chinese, waiting pitifully for rescue.

In the end, Lieutenant General Chelsea didn't even have the strength to get angry. The biggest problem he faced was how to solve the equipment of the troops and the time for the scattered troops to gather in Imphal on time.

(to be continued) (to be continued...)