Nankan was originally a territory of China. In 1897, under pressure from the British, the Qing government was forced to permanently lease this 220 square kilometers of land to the British.
According to the "Sino-British Renewal of the Burma Treaty" signed by China and Britain that year, Britain recognized Nankan as a Chinese territory, but it was leased by China to British jurisdiction. The lease price and other matters will be discussed later.
It was then occupied by the Japanese army. It was not until 1945 that the Chinese Expeditionary Force retook this land and established Guangfu Township. However, the National Government continued to lease it to the British at a rent of one thousand rupees per year until the founding of New China and the independence of Myanmar. Interrupt.
Judging from the history of Nankan, it is simply the second Hong Kong. It was also coerced by the British, but their endings were completely different. The latter eventually returned to the embrace of the motherland, but Nankan was an enclave surrounded by three sides. But they did not want to come back. Jiangxinpo, Nankan and other places were permanently assigned to Myanmar.
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The smoke on the battlefield has not yet cleared, but the sky is gradually turning white, signaling that the bloody battle has finally ended.
"One hundred and eighty-five minus thirty-one, then minus thirty-six, whatever you get..."
Monk Zhou was sitting alone on the sandbag, holding a small notebook and pen in his hand. He was struggling with a few numbers. It was obvious that he was not very proficient in addition and subtraction within a hundred.
Although arithmetic was very difficult, he spread his fingers and calculated seriously, so that Mo Youcai didn't even notice when he walked next to him.
"Monk, how many casualties did the troops have in the end?"
Monk Zhou raised his head and clicked his lips. Ku Da Qiu Shen looked very helpless: "36 people died, 31 were injured, and there are still 118 heads that can breathe. What can the company commander... fight and report back?" Don’t let me do this kind of thing all the time when you’re in mourning.”
When he became a monk, his master saw that he was more clever, so he taught him some simple arithmetic and asked him to be responsible for the accounts and expenses of the temple. Unexpectedly, after many years, he developed a "side business"
"All the scholars have sacrificed their lives. Now you are the only one in the company who knows a lot. If not you, who will look for you?"
Mo Youcai rolled his eyes at him angrily, and sat down next to him: "You think I'm not annoyed? You just report the damn numbers, and I have to wipe my ass!"
Monk Zhou sighed, looking at the corpses in the distance that were neatly arranged and ready to be loaded onto the truck, he felt strange in his heart.
After a battle, there are always a few familiar figures passing away. This is the law of war. Veterans are accustomed to bear everything silently. Perhaps they will only secretly wipe away their tears in a deserted place.
"Slow down, his head is covered, hurry up! Someone can help!"
On a Sherman tank, Yuan Li and several soldiers carried out the driver who died in the battle.
Half of his head was broken, and he could only be wrapped in thick clothes to prevent his brain matter from flowing everywhere. The tragedy touched the hearts of everyone present.
During last night's battle, a bullet was shot through the tank's observation hole from a very tricky angle. It bounced off at an angle and instantly turned into a powerful stray bullet. Unfortunately, it hit the driver's head.
"Let's go all the way, brother..."
Before carrying the driver's body into the car, Yuan Li squeezed his cold hands and said his last goodbyes to him. This was a brother who shared weal and woe in the concentration camp at that time. The endless torture did not break him, but he did not expect that in this yin and yang Two partitions.
"Battal Commander, Ah Fei is gone, we... no one is driving our tank." The gunner slowly leaned on the frame and sighed in frustration.
Yuan Li picked up the kettle and took two deep sips, and said helplessly: "Wait a minute, I have already reported to the group leader. He said that the new driver will not arrive until two or three days at the earliest."
"This is not yet accurate, so don't we have to wait for several days?"
"Then what can we do? I heard that they seized more than a dozen armored vehicles in Wanding. You don't know how many units are short of drivers now. Just wait."
Yuan Li spread his hands and waited a few days for the promised driver to come over. Even if he came, he would probably be a novice. At present, there are many transportation vehicles for various troops, but skilled drivers are in extremely short supply. As a last resort, Liao Mingyu also set up a driving training camp in the rear to train drivers for frontline troops.
But after all, driving a tank is different from driving a car. The principle is similar but the structure is very different. It is difficult to get started without systematic training.
Upon hearing this, the gunner became even more unhappy and muttered to himself: "Car No. 3 was set on fire by a Molotov cocktail. Fortunately, a few guys inside survived, but they were seriously injured. We are short of them." Driver, wouldn’t we be missing two tanks when we go to Lashio?”
"You still want to go to Lashio, why don't you miss any good thing? The 200th Division and the First Regiment are in charge there. We have already taken 6 Shermans, why don't you leave some meat for them to taste? Besides, aren't you tired?" Yuan Li scolded with a smile. He had just captured Nankan, but his men were actually thinking of going to Lashio.
"Why are you tired? As long as I beat the little devils, I'll be in high spirits!"
Yuan Li could only smile bitterly at the gunner's words. Why didn't he want to continue to fuck those naughty Japanese?
But now that the front line is lengthening, logistics supplies are getting slower and slower. Even though we had a good fight last night and killed so many little Japs, they were all laid out with tons of ammunition. The next batch of supplies is not expected to arrive until tomorrow afternoon. Before then, they can only rest in place.
Although the tank battalion pushed forward all the way, it also suffered some losses. In addition, the fighting lasted from yesterday afternoon to 4.5 o'clock in the morning. The high-intensity fighting made the soldiers very tired. No matter how strong the steel is, it is not made like this, so The first priority right now is to rest and wait for the arrival of new orders.
At this time, Mo Youcai strode over with a list in his hand: "Batalion Commander, this is the casualty situation of our two companies. The sixth company has 78 casualties and the seventh company has 67 casualties. The total number of casualties is 219. Please You take a look."
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Why didn't Company Commander Ji come?" Yuan Li asked after looking at it.
"Ji Laosi is in trouble. His shoulder and thigh were stung twice, and he has been sent to the hospital now."
"Sigh... I understand. Go back and rest. There should be no combat missions in the past two days. Let the brothers of the infantry company have a good rest. I will inform you when the supplies arrive."
"Yes! But battalion commander...are you okay? Are you injured?" Seeing the blood on Yuan Li's face and body, Mo Youcai asked with some worry.
"No, this belongs to my driver." Yuan Li's eyes fell as he spoke, and his eyes turned to the tank behind him. He was still feeling sad that his comrades had left.
"Then the tank won't be able to be driven like this?" Mo Youcai said in surprise. He looked intently at the tank with some bloodstains on it, and felt suddenly in his heart. His feelings might not be safe in this iron lump.
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