"How many tanks do you have?" Zhang Chi asked.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you!" Burke replied: "All you need to know is to execute the command!"

Zhang Chi couldn't help but find it funny. Lieutenant Burke seemed to have been in Myanmar for a long time and was used to calling Burmese people high and above. Now he is naturally facing the Chinese people... He can't even figure out which green onion he is.

"Sir!" Zhang Chi replied: "If you don't tell us how many tanks there are... we can't know exactly whether the last one passed by is the tank of the Your Army or the Japanese tank. In this way, we will not be able to blow up the iron bridge in time. So unfortunately, if the Chief does not cooperate with us, we can only blow up the bridge at five o'clock according to the original order!"

"You..." Lieutenant Burke obviously did not expect Zhang Chi to answer like this. He was stunned and realized that the Chinese army in front of him were not obeying his orders at all, so if they really wanted to blow up the bridge at five o'clock, they would really have no choice.

On the other hand, Lieutenant Burke felt that the Chinese soldier was right. If the war became nervous, it would be necessary to pinch the last tank when it passed through the iron bridge.

So Lieutenant Burke nodded, touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "Da Lan has more than fifty tanks and forty armored vehicles, and there are seventy cars full of ammunition supply."

"Yes!" Zhang Chi nodded calmly.

In fact, he was already shocked by the numbers reported by the British... Damn, the Fifth Army of the Kuomintang claimed to be the only mechanized unit, and only 80 tanks were only 80 tanks. Moreover, these tanks have been damaged by more than half. There are only more than twenty tanks that can reach Myanmar, and only three can reach Tonggu. This British man is so good. There are more than fifty tanks in one armored regiment, as well as a large number of armored vehicles and cars full of supplies... This is a treasure that is worthless to be exchanged for Tonggu's defenders who lack equipment!

Thinking of this, Zhang Chi made up his mind to pull a few hairs from the armored regiment, even if he could only pull three tanks, he could double the number of tanks in the ancient times. Moreover, the American tanks were much more advanced than the T26.

But...how can I pull out a few hairs?!

Ask the British?

Zhang Chi quickly overturned this idea. At this time, China was a weak country, and the Western powers did not take China seriously at all. It was precisely because of this... the British deserters just now laughed at the Chinese who stayed to fight.

So, in this case, asking the British for equipment will only cause a burst of ridicule.

This is also true in history. The British would rather leave their equipment to the Japanese than give them to the Chinese.

So, force rob?

This is even worse. Not to mention that the person in his platoon is not a match for the British armored regiment at all. China and Britain are still in alliance at this time, so Zhang Chi doesn't want to die.

Second Lieutenant Burke thought Zhang Chi was making things difficult for the original order, so he handed a cigarette and said, "Brother, don't worry. You have our British side to coordinate and promise not to blame you. Not only that, you may even reward your courage to help! You know, if our armored regiments cannot pass, they will fall into the hands of the Japanese..."

"Um!" Zhang Chi suddenly had an idea after hearing this, and responded no longer hesitated: "No problem, blow up the bridge at six o'clock!"

"Thank you!" Lieutenant Burke happily patted Zhang Chi's shoulder: "Then that's it. I will leave two communication soldiers to keep in touch with a radio station. I will report your behavior to the Chinese side!"

After Burke left, Zhang Chi waved to him and called several squad leaders in front of him.

"The bridge was blown up at 6 o'clock in the evening, and the British had an armored regiment that had not come yet!" Zhang Chi said bluntly.

"Yes!" The three squad leader looked at Zhang Chi blankly. They all knew that Zhang Chi would not call them to say this just to say this.

Sure enough, Zhang Chi cursed: "Damn, this British man's armored regiment has more than fifty tanks and a large number of armored vehicles and cars!"

"Wow!", the three squad leaders couldn't help but scream.

You should know that they are all soldiers of the mechanization unit, so it is clear that at this time, there were only 20 tanks in our country, and 30 tanks could be used, and then more than fifty tanks came at once.

"Where are these tanks going?" The fellow countryman asked in confusion: "Are you going to fight the Japanese?"

"Bad!" the gangster cursed: "When you beat the Japanese, you go south, and when you go north, you go south, you run away!"

"What? So many tanks escaped?! Then..." The fellow villager looked sad and sad.

"Look out!" The squad leader nine pulled out the cigarette rod from his waist, put the tobacco in skillfully and lit it. Ba sucked two mouthfuls and said, "This British guy is so smart. They are asking us to stand in front, and they preserve their strength to retreat the troops to the rear!"

The squad leader of the ninth squad leader was in his fifties. Because he was old and had been a squad leader for many years, the soldiers called him the old squad leader. It is said that the old squad leader participated in the Northern Expedition and could be said to be an experienced veteran.

From this we can also know what kind of unit the 200th Division is. Even veterans like the Ninth Squad Leader can only be one squad leader... No wonder the gangster was resentful of Zhang Chi so quickly.

Here, several squad leaders started scolding on the spot:

"What's the alliance like this? There are so many good equipment and we'll use it as a shield!"

"What else is the British guy who has advanced equipment, but it's useless to be advanced!"

...

This is exactly what Zhang Chi wanted to see. He needed to mobilize the hatred of these squad leaders towards the British and the pain that the equipment slipped away from him. Only in this way can he share the same hatred for the British and set a trap for the British and pull a few hairs from the armored regiment.

"Oh!" Zhang Chi sighed, adding another fire to the atmosphere: "It doesn't matter if we are shields in front. What's hateful is that we are lacking tanks and ammunition, but the British are still transporting tanks and ammunition to the rear!"

"That's it!" Although the gangster was not convinced by Zhang Chi, he waved his fist at this time: "No, you can't let the British go away like this. Platoon leader, go and tell the British and let them keep a few tanks down, otherwise we won't let them live!"

"Yes! We just said we wanted to blow up the bridge! Let's see if they agreed..." The fellow villagers also agreed.

"What are you going to do with me?" The old squad leader shook his cigarette pole: "If Shangfeng knows this, it will be a serious crime to destroy the Sino-British League. Do you still have to be the head?"

The gangster and fellow villagers heard this and there was no sound. The old squad leader was right. Even if the British were threatened by the bombing of the bridge, wouldn't they go to the top of the mountain to surrender? Maybe this matter would have a very bad international impact!

Seeing that the time was coming, Zhang Chi looked at no one around and lowered his voice and said, "We can't rob it, but what if the Japanese devils rob it?"
Chapter completed!