As night fell, there was no star in the pitch-black sky, and the drizzle seemed to wash away the blood on the battlefield.
The defense forces have cleared up the mess, and Myitkyina has gradually returned to peace, even though after the war, more than a thousand innocent souls have been added...
In order to deceive others, the Second Regiment carried out large-scale construction projects on the pretext of burying Japanese corpses. They strictly adhered to Liao Mingyu's central idea of killing and not burying them. The prisoners of war sent over were idle anyway, so it was better to let them throw the corpses of their companions into the pit.
After completing the burial of the remains, the Japanese prisoners thought their work was over, but what awaited them was the cold muzzle of the gun.
The thoughts of despair have penetrated into the bone marrow. The Japanese soldiers lined up in rows and were slaughtered without restraint like sheep. There was a time when they preyed on Chinese people like this, but now, the murderers have become lambs to be slaughtered...
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Liao Mingyu sat alone in the tent with a half-written pamphlet in front of him. Now was the moment he had been waiting for.
Originally, he was supposed to discuss the next action plan with the generals in the tri-service conference room, but who knew that Stilwell had temporarily changed the time and location of the meeting, so there was nothing going on tonight.
The reason was that in the afternoon, in a ruins in the inner city, a few Japs hiding in a hidden tunnel detonated explosives as the convoy passed by, blowing up two jeeps in an instant, as well as more than 20 soldiers and several officers. He was killed on the spot.
This incident made Stilwell, who was already timid and cautious, even more cautious. He was afraid that he would make a homemade aircraft if he was not good enough. Moreover, Chongqing also hoped that he could have a meeting with the leader of the expeditionary force to re-plan and formulate plans. Next action plan.
So Stilwell quickly changed his plan. On the one hand, he ordered all the troops to strictly clear out the remaining enemies in Myitkyina. On the other hand, he transferred to Baoshan and set the meeting location at the General Headquarters of the Western Yunnan Expeditionary Force.
Liao Mingyu didn't care about this. He just had one night to solve the things he had been putting off.
"System! Mr. System! Are you here??"
"Ding...Long time no see, host, what do you do for me?"
The long-lost voice reappeared in his mind, and it became more humane each time. This made Liao Mingyu wonder whether this guy would directly transform into a human form when his level got higher.
"It's nothing. It seems that this battle can be settled, hehe."
"Ding... data settlement is in progress... the end of the Battle of Myitkyina has been detected. With the cooperation of the other two armies, the host lasted 39 days and defeated four Japanese divisions through multiple battles such as the Bhamo, New Pingyang, and Kahun train lines. Defense, successfully captured Myitkyina, strategic evaluation: s, tactical evaluation: excellent.
Points awarded: 80,000.
1 chance to win heavy equipment lottery.
There are 3 small arms lottery opportunities...The current remaining points are 133650, report completed. "
Liao Mingyu nodded with satisfaction and immediately wrote a string of words on the paper. In addition to the lottery, there are also a lot of points rewards. Now we are also people with six-digit savings.
"After conquering Myitkyina, can we open up a base area? This territory has already exceeded your requirements."
The system immediately replied: "Ding... Myitkyina is located in the hinterland of northern Myanmar and connects to India to the northwest. It plays a vital role in counterattacking the Southeast Asian battlefield. In the future, it can be used as a material hoarding storage point to establish the first base. But the premise is that the host must Gain full control of the area.”
Oh...it's really not that simple. Liao Mingyu shook his head helplessly.
Let's not talk about the three troops in Myitkyina now. Just speaking of the Yankees, it is impossible to give up the piece of fat they have obtained, and it is still too close to the country. On the day of breaking out, they may still be restricted by the bald head. The reality is not the most ideal place.
Liao Mingyu's eyes slowly glanced at the Southeast Asian combat map on the wall. Marking points in each area and the direction of troop movement were clearly marked. One of the areas in the middle gradually attracted his attention.
I have to say that this is really the most suitable place...
Before dawn the next day, the intelligence department received an urgent report from the front line. There was a regiment of Japs in the southwest of Bhamo Town and they were moving north. In Myitsone, Moro and other places farther south, the Japanese were also there. Actively reinforce and at the same time gather the defeated troops to reorganize defense.
The enemy's reaction should not be unpleasant, but at this moment, the combat order from the superiors of the expeditionary force has not been issued, which can not help but make people feel that it is a kind of dereliction of duty on the command.
Liao Mingyu, who had always been decisive, did not have time to wait for his superiors to fart. He immediately ordered Meng Fangli to bring a regiment still repairing in Nankan to support Ba Mo. At the same time, he ordered the third regiment to go south immediately, making sure that no one pinched the waist.
There was another person who had the same idea as him, and that was Sun Liren, known as "Oriental Rommel".
As soon as Chen Jize left with the third regiment, the two main regiments of the New 38th Division also started a new journey. The artillery and tank troops followed closely behind, and the logistics department was also actively preparing for war.
It's just that their goal is Myitsone, Moro and other places southwest of Bhamo, which happens to form a left-right clampdown with Chen Jize. From a strategic point of view, they can completely protect each other.
This big boss doesn’t care what others think, as long as he thinks it’s the right thing to do, the army stationed in India already listens to the instructions of the top officials of the government, but as the second-largest figure in the Chinese army in India, he also has the confidence to do so. Cut first and play later.
Liao Mingyu was happy now. Why not share some of the pressure with his subordinates? Moreover, he admired Sun Liren's temper very much.
Although I have never met him, I feel like I have met a close friend whom I have known for a long time. Perhaps I will be able to meet this famous anti-Japanese general in person in the near future.
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"I said Jun Zuo, you are such a big shot, why don't you get a special plane to fly directly to Baoshan like Commander Yu? If you have to drive this four-wheeled iron and suffer this, oh... my little master's butt is broken into eight pieces. Half."
On the east line of the Burma Highway, a convoy of more than a dozen wheeled trucks and armed jeeps was driving slowly along the winding and rugged mountain road.
Meng Fan, who was in the car, moved his sore buttocks and complained with a grimace.
After deploying the operation, Liao Mingyu followed the request of his superiors and rushed to Zenda to attend a meeting on Myanmar's counterattack. When passing by Nankan, he happened to pick up Meng Fangli, the talkative staff officer and "Minister of Logistics".
They drove for six hours before they could get past Wanding and rush to Mangshi. At this speed, it would take at least ten hours to drive to Zenda.
"Whoever is happy will sit on that crappy plane. I won't take it anyway!"
Liao Mingyu was lying on the passenger seat with half-squinted eyes, his head in his hands and his feet resting comfortably on the front of the car. His military cap covered his eyes, blocking the dazzling sunlight.
"It's not Junzuo. Why is the plane in ruins? Then the Yankee's transport plane can't run much faster than here?" Meng Fan's eyes widened and he immediately retorted.
"Tch, what's so good about that thing? It's noisy, it's not airtight, and it shakes like a scarifier. Have you forgotten that the first time we went to Myanmar, we were called the iron coffin by you?" Liao Mingyu's eyelids froze. He preached disdainfully without raising his head.
Meng Fan was speechless when talking about this. That experience is still vivid in my mind, and I can't help but feel chills running down my spine just thinking about it.
Because the engine power and lift of aircraft during World War II were limited, it was impossible for ordinary aircraft to fly to the tropopause with gentle airflow. Ordinary transport aircraft could only fly at an altitude of 6,000 to 8,000 meters. When encountering strong airflow, they would shake like crazy. If it's powerful, the people inside will be shaken around like dice.
Moreover, the sealing performance of the aircraft body is very poor and the noise is loud. The temperature gets colder as you go up. The pilots are all wrapped in mink fur clothes. If they don’t wear thicker clothes, they may freeze to death on the aircraft. In addition, there is a lack of oxygen at high altitudes, mechanical failures, etc. The problem...the probability of an air crash is quite high.
All in all... Liao Mingyu didn't want to suffer the punishment of death. To put it more bluntly, he was afraid of death. Anyway, he was not in a hurry. Instead of betting on the one-in-a-thousandth chance, he might as well spend more time enjoying the bright and scorching sun, although there were some Dazzling…
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