In fact, as early as a few hours ago, when Zhou Changfeng was hit in the ear by a hairpin, Lingzhi had already obtained permission from the court.
The Rongzang Bank Building is one of the few reinforced concrete two-story buildings in small Lingzhi. Naturally, it cannot escape the fate of being expropriated. Wei Gaoming's rear headquarters is located here.
In the largest compartment in the basement, more than thirty officers with the lowest rank being a major were crowded here. A minister from the Uzang Governor's Office was reading out the order of the Governor's Office.
Wei Gaoming did not sit in his seat, but stood with his hands behind his hands, staring intently at the huge map hanging in front of him.
"Concerning the planned operations in the Funan and Baimagang areas, we agree with the deployment of the Uzbek Governorate's No. A-22 telegram on June 17...
The specific battle will begin after 11 o'clock on the 18th after a note from the Foreign Affairs Department. After that, it is allowed to attack all enemy aircraft that invade the territory. Any targets in the Uszang area that may be bombed by the enemy must pay attention to air defense and beware of enemy air attacks...
If the launch is unfavorable, we should consider a short-term stalemate, so we have ordered the Army's 65th Infantry Division and the Air Force's 39th Air Defense Battalion to go to Tibet for reinforcements; we have also ordered the Jiannan Governor's Office to recruit cars and civilians to strengthen transportation capacity...
Be sure to inflict heavy damage to the enemy in front of you. If the enemy's combat power far exceeds expectations, you must adjust your deployment in time and select the weakest part of the enemy to resolutely encircle and annihilate it to strengthen the country's prestige...
Etc. cause. This is the order.
Order C No. 79
Governor's Mansion
Jiawu, June 18, the thirty-sixth year of Zhichang
——According to the imperial edict: accurate. The Uzang Governor's Mansion knows. "
After the order was read out, all the officers present were excited, and the basement was filled with an uncontrollable excitement.
Wei Gaoming turned around slowly, not paying attention to the thirty or so looks that fell on him, and said calmly: "Where is the Third Hun Brigade?"
"Report, the headquarters is unloading trucks and gathering at Chengdu North Railway Station, and the leading battalion has arrived in Yazhou." A staff officer immediately answered.
The words were still echoing in the basement, and someone nearby joked: "They can't catch up, so they came for nothing."
Someone else answered: "I can't eat the meat, but I should be able to make some money."
Wei Gaoming glanced at the Yan Ling Dao placed in the corner, and solemnly ordered: "Let's fight it. I emphasize again, be cautious when it's time to be cautious, and be bold when it's time to be bold. Okay... Let's all go back to the various ministries and wait for orders. There are only two hours left. "
"As you command!"
About four hours later, the launch of the battle was delayed by a quarter of an hour because a regimental commander of the 12th Division had a tire puncture on his way back to his unit.
The continuous heavy rain finally stopped, maybe this is a God-sent opportunity?
Eleven minutes, fourteen minutes and thirty seconds.
Lieutenant Colonel Drake, commander of the 2nd Assam Regiment (Battalion), stood in a small command post on a hilltop at the northern foot of the Mishmi Mountains, holding a 6×30 binocular and observing Gangriga in the north through the window. Bush Mountains.
Wearing a large cap and high-top riding boots, he stood upright and performed his tasks meticulously.
Early this morning, Drake received an emergency notice from the headquarters, reminding his troops to be more vigilant. According to intelligence, it could be expected that the Chinese would launch an attack soon.
So he came to the front line and planned to inspect the defense, but just a few minutes ago, he learned that the Ming Dynasty Foreign Affairs Department had notified the British minister.
It was obvious that the war was coming, so he simply rushed to the backup command post of this second-line position.
"Lieutenant Colonel, will the Chinese really come?" a corporal asked curiously.
"They will, unless they oversleep." Drake used a customary British humor.
After speaking, he raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. The second hand just pointed to XII.
A few seconds later, a series of flashes of light burst out on the Gangrigabu Mountains in the north, and a few seconds later, thunderous rumbles followed.
"Boom-boom-boom-"
Drake knew very well that a total of three positions and seventeen strongholds deployed on the northern mountains had all been heavily shelled by the Ming army.
Occasionally, a few long-range bullets missed the target and went straight to the back of the mountains, where they were.
The sharp whistling sound caused by the friction between the cannonball and the air before it hit the ground was frightening, and the subsequent explosion made people feel that the ground beneath their feet was shaking slightly.
Several soldiers wanted to pull the lieutenant colonel down, but the latter remained motionless. However, a staff sergeant was more clever and took off the big cap on the lieutenant colonel's head and put a MkII on him that looked like an iron pot. Steel helmet.
The flames of the explosion continued to flicker on his own position. Drake held the telescope in his hand tightly but did not pick it up.
The one responsible for the main attack on Gangrigabu Mountain was the 105th Regiment of the 34th Infantry Division of the Ming Army. This was a Category A light infantry division with Chongqing Prefecture as its territory.
The division artillery regiment and regimental artillery battalion launched a fierce bombardment on the enemy targets that had been surveyed many years ago. Four-and-a-half-inch, three-and-a-half-inch, and two-and-a-half-inch bombs were fired one after another. , tons of steel and explosives were dropped on the head of the enemy in front of him.
[The metric equivalent of one inch of weights and measures in the Ming Dynasty is 32㎜; the caliber of the Ming army's six-inch suppressed artillery corresponding to the West is four and a half inches, 144㎜; the caliber of the four-inch suppressed artillery is three and a half inches, 112㎜; the caliber of the three-inch suppressed artillery The diameter is two and a half inches, 80mm. 】
The two teams of the 1st Battalion and the three teams of the 2nd Battalion of the 105th Regiment have been waiting at their respective offensive starting positions for a long time. The officers have all put on their helmets, and the rifles in the hands of the soldiers have been loaded. bayonet.
Under the sunlight, the sword-shaped bayonet with blood grooves on both sides reflected dazzling light.
"Don't be impatient or panic."
"Please keep your distance and don't be close to each other."
"When shooting a gun, don't aim carefully. Just rely on your feel, and it won't hurt if you miss."
"When you encounter machine guns and artillery, you will immediately lie down. If you run around, just wait to be shot."
Except for the occasional small-scale conflicts between the northern frontier troops, the Ming army in the interior has not experienced war for many years. Except for senior officers, it can be said that everyone is a rookie who has never been in the battlefield.
Our own artillery fire became more intense. Everyone knew that there would be three minutes of rapid fire before the artillery fire extended to the enemy's rear.
In the starting position, even the veterans who had been in the army for more than ten years were a little uneasy, not to mention the new recruits, who all felt like their hearts were about to burst out of their chests.
"Guawazi, are you worried? Just follow me later, and don't get too close, just five or six steps." A veteran put the photo into his pocket, and then kicked the young man next to him. Soldier kicks.
The latter's hand holding the rifle was trembling slightly, his eyes were blank, and he just nodded dully upon hearing this.
"Beep beep beep-"
A sharp whistle sounded, which was the order to attack.
"Attack!"
The ridgeline to the east of the mountain is a platoon-level stronghold. In the shelling that lasted just half an hour, at least 300 rounds of various artillery shells fell here, and most of the preset field fortifications were destroyed.
However, it is no longer just a day or two since the British and Indian troops invaded and entrenched themselves here. Even for this platoon-level stronghold, its main position has been reinforced into a semi-permanent fortification.
The British and Indian soldiers who had been huddled and shivering in the shelter entered the position under the urging of non-commissioned officers and officers. Now about half of the position is still available, and it is not known whether it will be effective.
