Nankan originally belonged to China's territory. In 1897, under pressure from Britain, the Qing government was forced to permanently lease the 220 square kilometers of land to the UK.

According to the "China-British Treaty on the Continuation of Myanmar Agreement" signed by China and Britain that year, the UK recognized Nankan as the land of China, but was leased to the UK by China, and the lease price and other matters will be discussed later.

It was later occupied by the Japanese army. It was not until 1945 that the Chinese Expeditionary Force regained the land and established the Guangfu Township. However, the National Government continued to rent it to Britain for a rent of 1,000 rupees per year, and it was not until the founding of New China and the independence of Myanmar was interrupted.

Judging from the history of Nankan, it is simply the second Hong Kong. It was also threatened by the British, but their endings were completely different. The latter eventually returned to the embrace of the motherland, but Nankan, an enclave surrounded by three sides, did not come back. Jiangxinpo, Nankan and other places were forever assigned to Myanmar.

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The smoke on the battlefield had not yet dissipated, but the sky gradually turned white, and the night of bloody battle finally ended.

"A hundred and eighty-five cuts thirty-one, and another thirty-six cuts, how much does it take..."

Monk Zhou sat alone on the sandbag, holding a small notebook and a pen in his hand, and was struggling to compete with a few numbers. It seemed that he was obviously not very skilled 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 notice it even when he walked to his side.

"Monk, how many casualties will be done in the army?"

Monk Zhou raised his head and slashed his mouth, looking helpless: "36 died, 31 injured, and 118 breathable heads left. What about the company commander... I'll fight and repay the mourning again, don't always let me do such a thing."

When he became a monk, the master saw that he was smart, so he taught him some simple arithmetics and asked him to be responsible for the accounting expenses in the temple. Unexpectedly, after many years, he developed a "side job"

"All scholars have been sacrificed. Now you only know a few numbers in the entire company. If you don't look for anyone you want."

Mo Youcai gave him a bad look and sat down next to him: "Do you think I'm not annoyed? Fuck you just report the numbers, I have to wipe my butt!"

Monk Zhou sighed and looked at the corpse in the distance that was neatly prepared to be loaded onto the truck, and felt a little uncomfortable.

After a battle, a few familiar figures always passed away. This is the law of war. Veterans are used to suffering everything silently. Perhaps they will only wipe away tears in a place where no one is.

"Slowly, I'll cover him, hurry up! Come and help me!"

On a Sherman tank, Yuan Li and several soldiers carried the dead driver out.

Half of his head was broken, and he could only wrap it in thick clothes to prevent brain fluid from flowing everywhere. The tragic situation touched everyone present.

During last night's battle, a bullet shot from a very tricky shot through the tank observation hole. After the angle ejection, it instantly turned into a powerful stray bullet, which unfortunately hit the driver's head.

"Go along the way, brother..."

Before lifting the driver's body into the car, Yuan Li held his cold hands and said his final goodbye to him. This was a brother who shared weal and woe in the concentration camp at that time. The endless torture did not defeat him, but unexpectedly, he was separated by the yin and yang.

"Battery Commander, Ah Fei is gone, we... no one is driving our tank car." The gunner slowly leaned against the frame and sighed in frustration.

Yuan Li picked up the kettle and drank it hard, and said helplessly: "Wait, I have reported it to the regiment commander. He said that the new driver will not arrive at the earliest for two or three days."

"This is not a accurate number yet, so don't we have to wait for several days?"

"What's the solution? I heard that they seized more than a dozen armored vehicles in Wanding. You don't know how shortage of drivers are in each unit now, so wait."

Yuan Li spread his hands and waited for the driver who had agreed to come for a few days. Even if he came, he would probably be a novice. At present, there are many vehicles transporting from various troops, but there are extremely shortage of skilled drivers. As a last resort, Liao Mingyu also set up a car driving training camp in the rear to train drivers for the front-line troops.

But after all, driving a tank is different from driving a car. The principles are similar but the structure is very different. It is difficult to get started without systematic training.

When the gunner heard this, he became even more unhappy and muttered to himself: "Car No. 3 was lit by the mobilization bottle. Fortunately, the guys inside were very lucky and were not dead, but they were also very injured. We have fewer drivers, so why don't we lose two tanks when we go to Lashio?"

"You kid still wants to go to Lashi, why don't you let go of any good things? The 200th Division and the First Gang are responsible for it. We have already taken 6 Shermans from other families, so we don't have to leave some meat for them to taste? Besides, aren't you tired?" Yuan Li cursed with a smile. As soon as he hit Nankan, his subordinates actually thought about going to Lashi.

"What are you tired? I'll be excited when I fight the Japanese!"

The gunner's words made Yuan Li smile bitterly. Why didn't he want to continue to fuck those Japanese?

But now the front line is lengthening, and logistics supply is getting slower and slower. Although we fought so hard last night, we wiped out so many Japanese devils, they were all made of tons of ammunition. The next batch of supplies is probably not available tomorrow afternoon, so they can only rest on the spot before that.

Although the chariot battalion pushed over the road, some losses occurred. In addition, from yesterday afternoon to 4.5 am now, the high-intensity battle made the soldiers very tired. No matter how strong the steel was, it was not made like this. Therefore, the first priority at the moment is to rest and wait for the arrival of new orders.

At this time, Mo Youcai strode forward and also held a list in his hand: "Battery Commander, this is the casualties of our two companies. 78 people were killed and injured in the Sixth Company and 67 people were killed and injured in the Seventh Company, with a total of 219 people left. Please check it out."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, why didn't Company Commander Ji come?" Yuan Li asked after seeing it.

"Ji Laosi has been hung up, his shoulders and thighs are tinged twice, and he has been sent down now."

"Oh... I understand. Go back and rest. There should be no combat missions these two days. Let the brothers of the infantry company have some rest and I will notify you when the supplies come."

"Yes! But the battalion commander... are you okay? Are you injured?" Mo Youcai asked with some concern as he saw the blood on Yuan Li's face and body.

"No, this is my driver." Yuan Li's eyes declined as he spoke, and his eyes turned to the tank behind him. He was still feeling sad for his comrades to leave.
Chapter completed!