In the Indian Ocean, a large fleet slowly entered the Strait of Malacca. The British flag on it flaunts its might. British officials at the local port rushed to help organize manpower and deliver supplies. The large number of cheap Chinese laborers on the docks naturally took on the responsibility of unloading.

Suddenly, there was a shout from a huge merchant ship. Accompanied by cursing in English and wailing in pain, it attracted the attention of many people. On a large merchant ship, a British sailor was beating a Chinese laborer.

"Bastard, who let you touch the goods." The British sailor scolded. The horsewhip in his hand mercilessly beat the Chinese laborers who fell to the ground.

The Chinese laborers curled up and wailed loudly, but they did not dare to resist in the slightest, and only tried to protect the vital parts of their bodies as much as possible.

"Stop, what's going on?" The captain of the large merchant ship came out of the wheelhouse and asked.

"Shipyard, this untouchable opened the canvas and saw the goods that I was transporting." The sailor put away his whip and said.

"Huh?" The captain frowned, looking at the Chinese laborers who were cowering and shy on his face, and the captain really couldn't see that he had the ability to divulge these secrets, and that their merchant ship was about to arrive at its destination, and even if the news was leaked, it would not be a big deal.

"Forget it. Cast him down! — What do untouchables know! In the end, the ship, which did not want to cause trouble, decided to release him - the horse.

"Thank you! Thank you! The Chinese laborers bowed humbly to the captain, did not care about carrying the goods, and finally picked up the utensils, staggered up, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

This incident did not cause much impact, and the Strait of Malacca, as a water artery connecting the Pacific and Indian Oceans, handles an astonishing amount of cargo every year. This requires a lot of labor. In the Strait of Malacca, although there are many Chinese laborers, they are only some people, and there are also people from other countries in East Asia. Even many down-and-out rì himself have come here to work as coolies to make money, but rì himself is coaxed everywhere he goes.

The complexity of the population has caused the circle of life in the Malacca docks to become a noon dye vat, where fights and brawls are common, and bloodshed and conflicts are not uncommon. People from the same countries unite to ensure their own interests and suppress others at the same time. In the past two years, the relationship between China and China has sharpened. In Southeast Asia, the Chinese and Rì himself are also full of contradictions. There are still some scruples about the contest between countries, but the struggle among the people is also extremely simple and cruel. And the Strait of Malacca is like a stage, a stage for Chinese and rì himself. In the past six months, there have been a lot of bloodshed every day because of the clashes between the Chinese and the people themselves, and the dead are even more common, and the British have not even been able to make a splash of the Chinese laborers, and they have been forgotten.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the identity of this Chinese worker was really not simple. He is one of China's intelligence forces in Southeast Asia. Now that relations between China and Britain are strained, the large number of British troop carriers moving east has worried everyone. Naturally, intelligence forces are under tremendous pressure. Naturally, the local intelligence forces tried every means to find out the truth of the British. This time, there was a huge British caravan and a warship escort, and the Chinese intelligence officer chose to take the risk of snooping. Although he was beaten badly, he managed to see what the enemy was carrying.

Judging by the results, he achieved unprecedented success as an intelligence officer.

Soon, the news spread from Malacca to the country and was sent directly to the headquarters of the Dark Thorn at a very fast speed. Jing Tong, the assassin boss, understood the importance of this matter, and had to send the news to Feng Yong in the first time.

Marshal's Mansion. Feng Yong's brows furrowed unconsciously.

"The British sent a large number of planes? Can you determine how many there are? ”

"I'm not sure, our intelligence agents only found out that there were planes in the delivery of supplies, and it is not clear if there are other big killing weapons. Young marshal, the British really want to do it! Jing Tong said solemnly.

"The British don't look down on the strength of our Wehrmacht! These greedy vampires have gained too much in China, but they are too greedy to get more. This time, I'll ask for some interest first. Feng Yong's god was cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Feng Yong's heart is full of hatred for the executioner who brought heavy suffering to China. Feng Yong in his previous life was an angry young man. It's just that in his previous life, he had no money and no status, and the way to serve the country was only to post some angry articles on the website, which was really of no help to the country and the people. However, this world is different, as the commander-in-chief of the National Defense Forces, he is the de facto head of China, and his actions can determine the fate of the country and the nation. Feng Yong never denied that he was a nationalist, but under the influence of later thoughts, this nation was not a completely narrow Han nation, and other ethnic groups that had been assimilated by the Han people were also regarded as equals. After all, there is not much difference between the various ethnic groups in China except for some small differences in their living habits. Unlike the West, Feng Yong repels Caucasians with high noses and deep eyes. Britain and France, in particular, have a real hatred for them

This era is not the same as the afterlife. In later generations, the Chinese hated Rì himself, but they were very close to Britain and France. The reason for this is none other than that the war of aggression against China and the eight-year War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression caused too much pain to the Chinese people, and the huge China almost perished as a result, and such a profound disaster covered up the previous half century of turmoil in China. But now it is different, in addition to the First Sino-Japanese War and the victory of the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China, Rì himself was defeated by the Wehrmacht when he later invaded the Northeast. This made the Chinese people raise their eyebrows and puff up, and at the same time, it also reduced their hatred for Rì himself. Moreover, it has only been more than ten years since the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China, and many people still have deep memories of those turbulent years, and they are naturally full of hatred for the culprits. It can be said that the anti-British forces of the people are far from the best forces.

"The planes of the British can be advanced, and if they are put into the battlefield, it will be very unfavorable to the situation in our southwest. Young Marshal, should we inform General Cai Yu immediately, so that he can be on guard. Jing Tong said.

Feng Yong nodded and said: "In this world, not only the British have planes, we also have planes. Li Yang, you sent me an order to transfer the SS flying group to the southwest front, and I want to see what kind of expression the old gentleman was when the British plane was shot down by us. ”

"Yes!"

While the two sides were preparing behind the scenes, the British 9th Brigade finally arrived in northern Burma and pounced on Biyun Mountain without stopping. This army of tens of thousands of people is not at all the same level as the 500 soldiers led by Colonel Chester. As a British colony, Burma lacked warfare, and the 500 British soldiers had already become veteran soldiers like Colonel Chester, and in addition, the Burmese soldiers were responsible for the usual tasks of suppressing bandits and anti-smuggling, which made the combat effectiveness of the British army further decline. If it weren't for Lieutenant Colonel Gay's adherence to his duty as a soldier, coupled with the good equipment level of the British army, he would have had a good performance in the war with the Wehrmacht.

The Wehrmacht apparently did not expect British reinforcements to come so quickly. At the time of receiving the news, the enemy was not far from Biyun Mountain.

"Commander, I suggest that you abandon Biyun Mountain immediately and avoid the enemy's edge! Wait until the main force of the brigade headquarters arrives to make a decision. Ji Cong suggested. No one knows how this group of British troops is actually car, and the fact that they participated in the First World War is enough to attract everyone's attention. Veterans of a hundred battles on the battlefield have always been the most terrifying.

"No, this Biyun Mountain is the border between China and Myanmar, and if we retreat, it will inevitably cause the loss of the country. What's more, although the enemy is strong, we are not completely hopeless, and the reinforcements led by the brigade commander are also coming. As long as we hold our ground, the British will not be able to take advantage. Qian Dagen waved his hand and rejected Ji Cong's suggestion. As a border guard, it is your duty to defend the territory. And they have just completed a victory, and fleeing without a fight at this time will seriously affect morale.

"But the brigade commander is on the march, and we can't get in touch, so we can't grasp the time of his arrival, and resistance like this headless fly is likely to give us all the people here." Ji Cong also has his own concerns. As a political commissar, his mind is naturally much more delicate than Qian Dagen. After defeating the Burmese division, he conducted a careful examination of the situation in Burma. It really gave them a lot of useful information. And the news of Britain's transfer of battlefield veterans from home naturally made him check it. This made Ji Cong more careful.

"I can't wait that much now. We have the duty to defend the territory, even if we die in battle, we cannot retreat. "When it comes to national honor, Qian Dagen's mind has become extremely clear. No culture is nothing, but no vision is fatal to a good general.

After the British reached Biyun Mountain, they took a short rest and launched an artillery bombardment of Biyun Mountain. The beautiful black cloud village is shrouded in a sea of fire.

"Fuck, fortunately, Lao Tzu set up the position at the foot of the mountain, otherwise the enemy - with artillery fire, Qingding would have explained where we are." Qian Dagen said as he watched the enemy's attack in the trenches.

"He is worthy of being a veteran of a hundred battles, and the artillery is quite accurate.

Look, the regimental commander, the enemy infantry is coming up. ”

"nǎinǎi's, there are so many people, give Lao Tzu a hard beating!"

With Qian Dagen's words, dense gunshots rang out in the mountains and forests. However, these British soldiers were worthy of the nickname Jīng Rui, and in the face of the Wehrmacht's sudden attack, they reacted very quickly, and the whole person quickly lay down and attacked with the help of limited terrain cover.

Da-da-da-da!

The textured sound of the heavy machine gun rang out. The positions of the Wehrmacht were suppressed by intensive British artillery fire. The British soldiers took the opportunity to organize a raid.

"nǎinǎi, heavy machine gun Lao Tzu also has. Order all the heavy machine guns to open fire and knock these white-skinned bears down on Lao Tzu. Watching the British army charge with the vitality of the heavy machine gun, Qian Dagen brandished his pistol and shouted. Usually they bully people with the advantage of equipment, but I didn't expect it to be the other way around today.

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