"Platoon commander, look over there!"
Just when they were pinned in a corner and unable to move, a half-track armored vehicle suddenly appeared on the opposite street corner, followed by a large number of heavily armed soldiers.
"The enemy is the enemy! Attack the enemy!"
"火をつける!"
The Japs upstairs also noticed the situation and immediately diverted their firepower. Bullets like splashes of ink hit the armored vehicle with a clanging sound, but the half-track vehicle was not afraid and continued to move forward, while the thick gun barrel on the vehicle slowly raised and pointed towards the building. top
"One platoon charges forward to quickly engage the enemy, while the second platoon provides fire cover and kills them within five minutes!"
"yes!"
This group of people was the assault battalion of the Third Regiment led by Hong Mu. He squatted behind a low wall and commanded the battle in an orderly manner. The soldiers around him immediately launched an offensive formation without any delay.
boom!
The 75mm anti-tank gun on the half-track armored vehicle opened fire immediately. The shells instantly blasted the machine gun fire point on the roof into pieces. Thick smoke billowed and the cement wall was blown everywhere.
Taking this opportunity, the soldiers quickly charged forward. The three mg3 machine guns at the rear sprayed out several fire snakes. At the same time, the other soldiers used their weapons to create a terrifying and dense barrage. Now change to the smaller ones. The Japs had a taste of what it felt like to be dominated by firepower.
Two groups of rocket launcher squads approached the watchtower. They loaded the shells smoothly. Amidst the screams, the two rockets accurately hit the window sill where the gunfire was still coming. A large amount of broken glass and blood spray flew out. The entire watchtower was crumbling, as if it would collapse at any time.
The charging commandos were agile and moved forward while taking cover alternately. They used tactical evasive maneuvers with great proficiency. They approached the watchtower in just a moment. The soldiers did not waste any time and threw dozens of grenades in like dumplings. It crackled and exploded like firecrackers.
Hong Mu walked out of the low wall and nodded approvingly. He was quite satisfied with the performance of his men. If it weren't for the tanks around him, he wouldn't be happy to let people rush in. He would directly fire a volley at the watchtower, no matter how strict the little devils were. All defenses will turn into a pile of dust.
The group of troops stationed in India next to them were dumbfounded. In less than five minutes, the defenders on the tower were completely cleared. This group of people was extremely sophisticated in their tactics and did not care about ammunition consumption at all. The areas that could be covered with firepower would not be wasted. One second.
"Platoon leader, which unit are these... why are they so fierce?" A soldier couldn't help but ask, staring straight at the armored vehicle with the gun.
The platoon leader swallowed his saliva and was about to speak when he saw the leading officer on the other side wave his hand. Several soldiers carrying iron cans on their backs immediately ran forward and sprayed the ruins indiscriminately.
Damn, there are also fire-breathing soldiers! ? ?
The platoon leader was completely confused. He originally thought that the troops stationed in India had received equipment and training from the Yankees and were already good enough in terms of strength and hardware. Compared with some friendly troops in China who couldn't even eat enough to eat, they must be a bit arrogant. A sense of superiority, but now it seems that there is really a big difference... except that the worse one has become myself.
"Hey! Which army are you from?"
The other party's shouting brought the platoon leader back to reality. He quickly cheered up and replied: "We are from the 113th Regiment of the New 38th Division. May I ask who your army is...?"
"Oh, over there with the Indian Army, we are from the Honorable Third Division! Have all your 38th Division come in?" Hong Mu shouted angrily with his hands on his hips, a hint of pride in his tone.
"Reply to the officer, the main force of our division is in the Xiaogang River in the north. There are still some Japanese resisting there. There are about two companies that have attacked this area and they are clearing them one by one." The platoon leader saw the center on the opponent's collar badge. The school rank did not dare to neglect, and quickly stood at attention and replied.
Hong Mu nodded and said nothing more. He knew that now was not the time for small talk, so he simply said a few words and left with his men. There were still many little devils waiting to be dealt with on the battlefield.
As time goes by, the sound of gunfire is gradually decreasing. Expeditionary soldiers are everywhere in the city, but the number of Japanese troops is getting smaller and smaller. The little devils tried their best but still could not change the one-sided situation. Myitkyina has already Totally lost.
However, in addition to the lunatics who were covered with explosives and yelling about the board, there were also some Japanese soldiers who were afraid of death and were kneeling down and begging for mercy.
The despair is suffocating. These people are still mentally sane, and some of them are recruits who have just been sent to the battlefield by the base camp. The *** has not brainwashed them thoroughly enough, and they will not face the test of life and death. Hesitantly chose the former.
Anyway, failure is a foregone conclusion, and no matter how hard they struggle, it will be of no avail. They don’t want to accompany the senior officers to death. They only have one life. Isn’t it better to survive than anything else?
…
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the remnants of the Japanese army were basically eliminated, and a large number of blue sky and white sun flags were erected in the city of Myitkyina. This large city in northern Myanmar, which had been occupied by the Japanese army for more than a year, was finally retaken by the expeditionary force.
…
Several military jeeps drove into the city, and the roads were filled with soldiers patrolling back and forth, as well as corpse collection teams that were cleaning up the remains.
Liao Mingyu held a cigarette in his mouth, sitting in the passenger seat and quietly observing the city that was almost in ruins.
Myitkyina covers an area of 13 square kilometers from north to south. It is known as the largest city in northern Myanmar. In fact, it is just a large town gathered together. Before the Japanese occupation, there were few buildings with more than three floors here.
As a transportation hub connecting India, China and southern Myanmar, the permanent population at that time reached more than 200,000, and many overseas Chinese lived here. However, after the Japanese came, they died and escaped, and the rest were left behind. Less than one out of ten people who were captured by the Japs and used as coolies in building fortifications have survived to this day.
"You three regiments captured a lot of prisoners." Liao Mingyu stretched and asked casually.
Along the way, Japanese prisoners of war with guns pointed at their heads could be seen everywhere. These pigs and dogs were disarmed and squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands dejectedly. There was no trace of the arrogance of the past.
"Back to Junzuo, we probably captured more than 300 Japanese soldiers, and there should be quite a few friendly troops there."
Chen Jize's eyes were cold, he was holding the steering wheel in his hand and staring straight ahead. He was escorted by a brigade commander in his own car. Only Liao Mingyu could enjoy such treatment.
"Didn't I tell you that our division doesn't want any prisoners? Keeping these scumbags is a waste of air." Liao Mingyu curled his lips and complained nonchalantly.
Chen Jize raised his eyebrows unconsciously. Jun Zuo's murderous intention was still so great, but it was not as good as before. Thousands of pairs of eyes were watching, and he had to be more careful about prisoners of war.
"Before I have time to report to you, General Stilwell has just issued a call to the entire army. He ordered all units to gather the prisoners of war together to facilitate centralized management, and... he is arriving by military plane from Pawara, India, to ask for We arrived at the 38th Division station on time before eight o'clock in the evening, saying that we had important matters to discuss."
Liao Mingyu frowned when he heard this, and the cigarette he was about to put in his mouth stopped in mid-air.
The Battle of Myitkyina has just ended, and Stilwell is about to gather the commanders from all walks of life for a meeting. Has the next attack been planned? Even if he wanted to, judging from the current situation of the various units, he couldn't do it. I really don't know what the old man is up to.
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