Takijiro Onishi, who was sitting in the back row, left quietly and went to call the Sakurajima Naval Telecommunications Office to relay the good news to Isoroku Yamamoto in Rabaul. The Navy has already made plans, one of which is the repeated failure of experiments and the immediate resumption of production of suicide aircraft. The second is that if the experiment is successful, the design of the carrier ship will be started cumulatively. It is expected to be carried by Yangyan-class destroyers that have been damaged and overhauled from the front, or older destroyers that need to be refitted, with eight to ten of these weapons per ship. In terms of tactical settings, these warships are required to have ocean-going capabilities and be able to cruise behind the main fleet. Once the two sides began an artillery battle, these destroyers were put into battle as surprise soldiers. Of course, given the current pitiful range, it doesn't seem to be able to play a decisive role. It was even difficult to get close to the effective fire range of the enemy's heavy cruisers. THE STRAIGHT TRAJECTORY OF THE 152MM MAIN GUN IS ENOUGH TO THREATEN A SNEAKY DESTROYER 12 KILOMETERS AWAY, NOT TO MENTION HOW TO HANDLE IT IN THE FIERCE BATTLE OF DIFFERENT SEA CONDITIONS IS ALSO A PROBLEM, BUT THESE ARE THE THINGS OF TECHNICIANS, AND YAMAMOTO HIMSELF IS A MASTER WHO CHASES FASHIONABLE TECHNOLOGY, AND HIS SCHEDULE IS ALWAYS MUCH FASTER THAN THAT SET BY MAKINO.

Makino finished the experiment and walked in front of Asano with a sense of pride.

"Soon I will be able to extend the range to 20 km."

"It's still not as far as the battleship's artillery," Asano sneered, "not to mention the curvature of the earth, which will hinder further range improvement." ”

"Do you know the curvature of the earth?"

"Don't I know that the earth is round?" Asano stood up. He realized that Makino was too much of a deception.

"Seriously, we're going to have to cheer up," Makino said, pressing his hand on Asano's shoulder like an elder, "I think our fellow traversers have the upper hand." ”

"What a traverser, it's just your illusion."

"You haven't paid attention to Chu Tingchang in Myanmar?"

"Why should I care about people who are unknown? I have more important things to focus on. Asano said disdainfully.

"I asked Ying Zosan to check the battle records of the troops commanded by this person in Burma compiled by the 15th Army."

"When did you care about the troops?" Asano said strangely.

"I don't care about combat, but I care about strange things, and you must not know what scientific methods of judgment are."

"The scientific method? Coming to Mongolia again? ”

"I'm not going to fool people, I'll tell you what I think, statistics is a good way to prove something when we don't have the technical means to prove something."

"Statistics? Is it reckoning? ”

"Yes, I checked the battle damage and casualty figures of Chu Tingchang's troops. In Moneva, his troops lost 2,500 men, and ours lost 2,900. Fighting in the East Indies, the 18th Division was close to annihilation, and his troops lost 6,500 men. I don't know how the 15 military counted the enemy's losses far from the battlefield, but even with this seriously distorted number, the exchange ratio with our side is close to 2.5 to 1, even if his army suffers 1 casualty, we will have to sacrifice 2.5 people."

"How about that?"

"During the Burma campaign, the exchange ratio between our army and the British army was 1 to 21, and the exchange ratio with the Chinese army outside the Chu Ting Commander was 1 to 16. Even in the disastrous East Indies Campaign, the exchange ratio with the British army was still 1 to 4, and even though all these figures had been cashed in by the army staff officers, it could still be seen that the command realm of this Chu Pavilion Commander was far beyond this era. ”

"I've never heard of the numbers you said."

"You're in Burma, and you don't even pay attention to the statistics of the General Staff, and you're embarrassed to talk about the army?"

"A real handsome person doesn't need to care about the casualty figures of the soldiers."

"I won't talk to you about this, in short, I exchanged opinions with Ying Zuosan, and considering all aspects, this Chu Pavilion Chief is a traverser, or there is a great possibility that there is a traverser behind him. If he's a traverser, he can say one thing, he's far more capable of navigating war than you are. He used the historically weak and incompetent Kuomintang army to defeat the elite Japanese army. And you do the opposite. ”

"It's just nonsense, according to your assumptions, there is a nuclear submarine behind this person, what do I have?" In a hurry, Asanoguchi did not hesitate to say anything, and seemed to be in a hurry to admit the existence of nuclear submarines.

The conversation between the two ended in displeasure, and Makino retrieved the report submitted by the 15th Army to the base camp is indeed the truth, and the 15th Army naturally poured water desperately on the enemy's loss figures in order to shirk the responsibility for the defeat, but even so, it was already difficult to hide the military talent of Chu Tingchang. Makino is now almost certain that this man is by no means from his own time, and if he is really so powerful, why he has no name in the original history, which is very unreasonable.

On the Rakhan border, several four-man U.S. military teams were thrown directly into the vast forest at the rear of the battlefield by the transport class. One of the groups, with only two soldiers successfully falling to the ground, quickly packed up the radio and began to look south for the rest of their teammates. When they landed, they saw their teammates drifting south, about 1 km away. But by the time they arrived, the Japanese had already taken the lead. At takeoff, their superiors told them that the main danger came from the beasts, and that the Japanese should still be 150 kilometers away.

The Japanese soldiers, armed with machetes, climbed a tree more than ten meters high, and cut off the branches of the entangled parachute despite the begging of the American soldiers for mercy. The Americans fell down and were stabbed to death by the nearest day*, and it was clear that these beasts were on a covert marching mission, and not firing a shot was part of the mission. The American soldiers immediately and quietly retreated, looking for a place to report this important enemy situation, and the artillery fire was still raging behind the mountain, and the blocking battle was going on 5 kilometers away.

He Bisheng shrank his troops to the last bell mouth in the valley, which is the narrowest part of the valley, and the density of fire will also be at its maximum.

He used the burning of the chariot to temporarily block the enemy, had enough time to reconfigure the fire, and even used machine gun parts to repair a few machine guns, and also changed the cooling water for all the water-cooled machine guns, and simply bandaged the lightly wounded. The enemy had no heavy machinery and could not get past the burning position, so he had to stop and wait for the fire to gradually extinguish. However, this also caused the momentum of their continuous combat to gradually extinguish.

This kind of arrogance that is eager to fight comes from the heart, and it needs to be charged one at a time to show it vividly. After 40 minutes of waiting, the momentum of desperate fighting with the enemy had been dissipated a lot, and the vacancy was filled by a lingering hunger.

The trumpeters began to blow their horns weakly, rallying their troops, and then covered by a dozen or so mortars, the last of the last two shells. Then the enemy began to charge with shouts.

The shouts were loud and loud, echoing in the valley, but He Bisheng and his soldiers clearly heard the bluff in it, the enemy was still fighting hard, but he was already weak, that was a very subtle difference that the veteran could perceive, this courage faded, not the screams of exhaustion could be raised, on the contrary, the shouts would reveal that they were physically and mentally exhausted.

The defense line of the Chinese army was so tight that no one shot in advance even if it fell, and some veterans were even smoking and watching, watching at least 3,000 enemies get closer and closer, and the enemy no longer looked hideous and terrifying, but weak. When it was time to look at the eyebrows, the veteran took a puff of cigarette, picked up the gun, and began to aim at the target he had chosen.

Why did he give the order to shoot after putting the enemy within 90 meters. All the machine guns fired together, splashing bullets. Mortarmen did not correct at all, but fired continuously at maximum speed. Ten guns on the entire artillery position, in one minute, fired 250 shells. All scattered in the dense crowd of enemies.

When the enemy was blocked, they fell to the ground one after another, some were hit, and some fell down to shoot. They had not eaten for two whole days, and the two high-intensity charges had overdrawn the physical strength of all the Japanese soldiers here, and they found that their hands began to tremble, and it was already difficult to aim at a target seventy or eighty meters away.

Funakoshi used his binoculars to observe the situation ahead, and he realized that this unit might be planted today, and although the troops were still moving forward, there was a certain balance in the suffocating battlefield: the balance between the lives of the Japanese soldiers and the enemy's bullet consumption was no longer the critical point of one or the other.

He no longer had any new reserves to mobilize, and all the brigades were transferred to fight at least once, and the entire valley was covered with at least five thousand corpses, of which nine-tenths were Japanese soldiers. If you can't break the balance, it means you can't break through. He thought, could his troops really be trapped in front of this last line of defense?

He Bisheng was also observing the battlefield, and now he was sure that he had reported the victory to the division, and he quickly drafted a telegram asking the signal corps to send it back to headquarters. He needed to tell the boss that the enemy had been largely suppressed, and that they would either continue to charge meaninglessly and annihilate the entire army today, or retreat back to the forest, where they would starve to death in a few days, and perhaps a few enemies would be able to escape over the mountains, but the 31st Division, as a vicious enemy unit, was about to be wiped out by him, a little-known student of the 14th Whampoa Phase.

Soon, he waited for a call back from Chief Chu. The telegram was only a single line: I see that the enemy's morale is not exhausted, and your troops quickly retreat to the northwest mountains and join up with the tanks to prevent the sudden appearance of the enemy situation behind you.

He Bisheng stared at the telegram blankly, then took off his steel helmet and threw it on the ground. He no longer has reserves to defend the rear, but how did the enemy suddenly appear behind him? Seeing that the machine guns are harvesting the enemy like wheat, they are about to withdraw? But Chu Shizuo is clever, when will it be missed?

Chu Tingchang, who was worried about why Bisheng would not retreat from the battle, hurriedly chased and sent a telegram and strictly ordered him to retreat, he knew that He Bisheng did not have reserves and fortifications to defend the rear, and once the enemy situation came from behind, even if there was only one squadron, it might fall short. He did not say in the telegram that it was a telegram from a US scout, not because he wanted to continue to pretend to be a ghost, but because he knew that he had reached a fever pitch at the moment, and only his own chrysostom could influence the will of the officers and soldiers. They don't necessarily listen to what the Americans say.