1550: C1550 Hero Tree

C1550 Hero Tree

At this time, the sun is brighter than usual, the mountains are filled with passion, and I saw the Vice Commander-in-chief, Yi Ke and Chief of Staff Qin, walk onto the battlefield filled with blood and flesh in such a magnificent setting.

The dormant mountains and valleys were awakened by the rumble of artillery, the whirlwind of bright flames licking the grass, and as the earth trembled, a column of smoke rose from the valleys, the jungle, and the banks of the river, like black ink smeared on the clear and deep sky.

The smog grew, eventually connecting, the sky cloudy, the sun dim, the acrid smell of smoke and sulphur suffocating. The earth trembled in fright, the guns shattered the dream of peace, the birds that had lost their homes whined as they flew through the air, and the remains of human limbs, like instruments of death, were carelessly discarded on the charred surface of the ground. This was the first picture of the war that Qin and I saw as we ascended the front lines.

The situation was extremely unfavorable for his Revolutionary Army. The defensive positions of the Revolutionary Army upstream and west were quickly breached by the Mercenaries. Many soldiers who had drunk too much alcohol the day before became captives before they had even woken up. The powerful Mercenaries group was like an unstoppable steel blade, quickly sweeping through some of the important strongholds on the west coast that had the meaning of a strategic counterattack.

When the Mercenaries Army arrived at the river bank, they chose to pull the oxen ferry as the breakthrough point, and drove the locals to build many bamboo rafts, pile up sandbags, and set up light heavy machine guns to forcibly cross the river. The Revolutionary Army Army on the other side had sealed off the river with dense heavy machine guns, sinking and dispersing several bamboo rafts. The Gurkha soldiers also did not show any weakness as they organized an intense heavy machine gun firepower counterattack in the West Bank.

The battle of crossing the river was extremely intense. Colonel Badan had gotten a batch of charge boats from somewhere, and the boats were fitted with diesel engines, and the hull was covered with steel armor, like a tank in water. With the roar of the engines, the river surface churned up the white waves, and in the blink of an eye, the first mercenaries succeeded in landing and setting up a beachhead on the east shore.

Qin described to me how the Gurkha soldiers fought: they fought fiercely and were not afraid to die, but they were good at fighting, and their individual abilities were far superior to those of the old Burmese soldiers. As soon as they landed, they spread out like ants, hiding between the trees and the rocks, using the cover of the terrain to penetrate into the position.

They were as nimble as monkeys, or so many shadows that you couldn't hit him, but he could. And while you were wondering and thinking you were seeing things, they came up to the position and began to swing their shining swords in silence. "

Mercenaries have a foothold by the river, consolidating our beachhead, forcefully tearing open a hole in our defense line, our Revolutionary Army have been greatly defeated, and we are at the edge of the river, unable to defend.

At this moment, Qin and I, who had just entered the field, came upon this crucial moment of defeat: the defeated soldiers were as unstoppable as a flood, the soldiers could not find their men, the soldiers could not find their officers, and many of the recruits, in order to escape, threw away their guns and bullets.

In short, everyone was running for their lives. Failure spread like a plague, and the dead demons chased after the defeated soldiers, drowning them in a pool of blood.

All in all, this was a tragic scene. Once the army collapsed, it would be hard to save them.

At this time, an unimaginable scene appeared. Qin snatched a machine gun from the guard's hand, loaded it and viciously ordered the person beside him: "Shoot." Kill them all! "

I couldn't believe my ears, because this order wasn't directed at the enemy, but towards my comrades, the defeated soldiers who fought so bloody battles that they could easily escape the enemy's clutches.

I could not imagine what it would be like to be killed by one of my own men, but I understood that survival was a human instinct, that no one wanted to die, and that the soldiers' wish to live on the battlefield was justified.

But at this moment, I can't stop Qin from doing anything, because this is a life-and-death battle.

On the other hand, who is responsible for the failure? As officers, no one wanted to order a shot at their own soldiers, because no one wanted to be a sinner for all eternity. I believe that Qin is very clear of his own risks. The credit for his life might not even be worth a thousand years of infamy. It's not that he doesn't want these soldiers to live, it's just that once they are defeated, everyone won't be able to survive.

In this sense, deserters and gunners were forced to do so, both of them on the battlefield, out of no other choice, so I understand the military dilemma.

Thus, I saw with my own eyes, the guards beside Qin immediately fired fiercely at the defeated crowd, killing and injuring countless of soldiers on the spot. The corpses of the dead were everywhere, and the screams of the wounded could be heard. It was no different than a bloody massacre.

As for me, I didn't do anything to stop him. I didn't know if Qin would do the same if I were in his place.

The collapse stopped miraculously, the avalanche was halted, and the soldiers returned to the front lines.

The position was finally guarded, and the battle was temporarily in a deadlock.

After being carried back to the headquarters by the guards, Qin laid on the ground wailing and pulled out his gun in an attempt to commit suicide. Luckily, I managed to snatch him away in time.

Lee Shun comforted Qin for a long time and then ordered all the dead to be given a loyal pension without any discrimination.

"It was cruel and cruel, but I think the Chief of Staff was right to do so. It's just that this requires a lot of courage and courage! " Standing outside the headquarters, Lee Shun said to me.

I looked at Lee Shun and didn't say anything for a long time.

Then another emergency came: the Northwest, and the mighty Kachin army of the other way, coming to the city as well.

Leaving Qin to continue commanding, Lee Shun and I will head straight to the Northwest Battlefield.

Good news came from the Special Operations Unit just before departure. One of their teams found the abandoned military airport and blew up two planes parked there, destroying the runway at the same time. At the same time, another unit took down the enemy's heavy artillery position and turned the cannons into a pile of scrap iron. The Special Forces unit will soon return to its position without a single casualty.

This gives us all some comfort.

Afterwards, Lee Shun and I headed straight for the battlefield in the northwest border. There, we were facing off against the great Kachin army.1

Regarding the Kachin Tribe's extreme army, Qin had introduced it to me before.

Under Wu De's persuasion of money, the Golden Triangle produced a unique looking Kachin Expeditionary Force: the mountain soldier was bare-chested, his head was wrapped in a black headband, his oily black chest was crossed with a bullets bag, and a machine gun was slung over his shoulder, which was bulging with muscles.

In addition to the officers, most of the soldiers wore silver collars around their necks, a traditional ornament of the gods to keep them safe. They wore no pants on their lower body, but instead carried a bridle, and carried long bows and swords in addition to their rifles.

When the battle began, the mountain soldiers used their bows and arrows to kill the Revolutionary Army sentries. The commandos nimbly jumped onto the roof like lynx and used all kinds of weapons to shoot at the people inside the house. The forest had become a trap of death. No matter where the Revolutionary Army Warriors fled to, they would be met with poisonous arrows or glittering kachin blades.

The soldiers at the top of the mountain exterminated the Revolutionary Army Warriors like avenging gods. They chopped off the heads of the Revolutionary Army Warriors to celebrate their victory.

Further upstream, to the west of the other side of the river, Revolutionary Army occupied a high ground that was of strategic defensive importance. A company of soldiers was stationed there. Who would have thought that under the attack of the Kachin Army, Revolutionary Army people would be annihilated in a row without enough time to resist, and many people would lose their lives before even seeing the enemy clearly.

The Kachin soldiers were good at mountain warfare. They used the terrain to attack them cleverly, sometimes jumping from behind trees, sometimes climbing from the seemingly insurmountable cliffs. Even the ancient bows and swords were their best weapons in the battle of the jungle.

Often, without making a sound, without even knowing where the enemy was coming from, the Chinese fell to the ground and died. With the sound of the wind howling from the Revolutionary Army, he had no choice but to abandon his position and retreat towards the east bank of the river.

The Kachin army had won, and the vanguard was closing in on the treacherous Eagle Mouth Ferry.

Compared to the intense battle in the Western Battlefield, which was being repeatedly sawed at, the Northwest Battlefield was relatively calm.

The commander on the battlefield was a young man. He calmly commanded the troops to wait as they pleased. The task Qin gave him was to snipe the Kachin soldiers and prevent them from crossing the river to threaten the western flank. He placed his team on the banks of the river, dozens of kilometers along the river, blocking all ferries regardless of their size. All the ferries sank, relying on the deep, rushing river to confront the Kachin soldiers across the river.

This was a strange war, or it could be said that there was no war on the north-west side of the border. During the day and night, the sounds of gunfire were sporadic, as if reminding people that war was going on here, but the war had been cut off by the river, so for the time being there was no fierce face-to-face fighting or confrontation.

Lee Shun and I now know that the Kachin soldiers are good at fighting in the jungle. The forest is their home, and the only obstacle in front of them is the river. Once they crossed the river, it was like letting a leopard out of its cage and a wasp out of its nest. The airtight rain forest and the soft vines that spread out like a big net became a hiding place for the Kachin soldiers.

The upstream of this river is the Nu River in Yunnan. The Raging River rolled down from the Tibetan Plateau, converging into the Hundred Rivers of Na and splitting open the valleys. Because Golden Triangle was a plateau, the Salwyn River was surrounded by gorges, reefs, waves, and thunderous roars. People and animals would have to cross the river at several crossings where the water flow was gentle. They would be carried on large rafts with steel cables that could only be slowly crossed during the day.

The Kachin soldiers mobilized the laborers to cut down the big dragon bamboo, built many big bamboo rafts, and built many campfires along the river during the night.

Obviously, there was going to be a big battle going on here as well.

On the eve of the war with the Kachin, Lee Shun and I walked out of the headquarters to observe the enemy's situation.

We raised our telescopes and saw the northern tribes of the mountaineers on the other side of the river eating and drinking around the fire. Many of them were playing harps and beating their foot drums and dancing their national sabres, as if they were celebrating the annual Murnau Anthem Festival.

Lee Shun smiled at me as if he was happy. He then gave the command to the mortars, and soon there was the sound of the mortars turning in the trees.

At night, fires were the most obvious target. The Kachins were all good hunters, but they were not necessarily good soldiers because they had never been trained in the military.

I raised my binoculars and continued to look across the river.

A few minutes later, a test shell with a shrill whistle fell from the sky and landed at the back of the mountain. The violent explosion startled all the soldiers and they all straightened their necks, as if they didn't know why the thunder had struck them.

After that, the incoming artillery shells corrected the soldiers' understanding of the modern war in time. The artillery shells landed accurately on the bonfire, causing a huge fireball to rise. The forest was burning, and the corpses that had been blown into pieces hung upside down like kebabs on the branches.

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