Boom boom boom…!
A military train loaded with firearms and food roared past the railway track, the plaster flag on the front of the train fluttering in the breeze.
The train slowly entered the station with white smoke and rumbles. The Japanese soldiers above set up machine guns and vigilantly observed the surrounding situation.
This is a small town called Panlagong located on the front line, only 80 kilometers away from Yangon. It was originally famous for the production of jade. The British established a railway here early. Now it serves as a frontline supply station for the Japanese army, supplying materials from the rear. Basically send them here.
"くそっ! だんだん load is reduced... There are less and less things coming from the rear."
Looking at the large piles of supplies unloaded from the train, Ryosuke Kawashima, a Japanese soldier standing on the guard tower with a gun on guard, couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, three to five military trains would arrive here every week, but now it only takes half a month for one train to arrive, which is simply incomparable.
"Ryosuke-kun, don't you know that the railway behind was severely bombed? There are not many lines that can still maintain rail transportation. We are still a pure land here."
The companion next to him was lying on the machine gun, talking with his eyes drooped. As a veteran, he knew the situation here better, and he was not surprised by it.
In addition to the supplementary supplies on the train, soldiers from two squadrons also got off the carriages at the back. Several sergeants were blowing assembly whistles and shouting loudly for the whole team.
From the looks of things, the soldiers were no more than sixteen or seventeen years old at most. Each one was very skinny, some were no taller than the barrel of a gun, and their young faces were full of surprise and bewilderment.
"Damn it, now the reinforcements sent from the base camp are actually like this?!" Ryosuke clenched his fists and couldn't help but cursed angrily. Rather than saying they were soldiers, they were more like children wearing military uniforms.
The machine gunner lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then handed the cigarette to Ryosuke's mouth. Then he said casually: "These soldiers seem to be going to replenish the 75th Regiment. It seems that Hikawa Daizuo probably I’m going to curse someone.”
Ryosuke took the cigarette and glanced at the companion next to him in surprise. He was like an outsider and didn't seem to care about this matter.
"Ishihara-kun, how can you say that?"
"Ha...I'm very sorry, Ryosuke-kun, I made a mistake." Machine gunner Ishihara glanced at Ryosuke and smiled contemptuously. Although he said he was apologizing, his tone was indescribably harsh.
Seeing the other party's attitude, Ryousuke was also very angry. He turned around and said to himself:
"The base camp should mobilize more young people and let them take up arms and serve the emperor, instead of sending these child soldiers here to harass us, and transfer the elites to the Pacific to fight with the Americans. What about Myanmar? There are only a group of new recruits who have never fought in a war and veteran cowards who don’t want to fight. It’s no wonder they can win!”
Hearing these remarks, Ishihara sneered and said nothing more. He didn't think about it. If there were still young men in the country, would they let these baby soldiers go to the battlefield?
In the past, if anyone would have said angrily that he was a coward and dared not fight, Ishihara would have definitely rushed forward and given him a big slap.
But now... I have been fighting for five years, moving from the Chinese battlefield to Myanmar. I have experienced too many things, and I have already seen through some things.
The young soldier next to him seems to have maintained his usual enthusiasm for the war, which is not necessarily a good thing. He has seen too many people with this idea, and now... most of them have gone to see Amaterasu.
Ishihara is lucky. After fighting for so many years, he has never been bitten by a bullet. The comrades around him have been replaced like leeks. Some have been promoted to high positions, and some have been buried in foreign countries with a black eye. The soil rots in a foreign land, but no matter what, it cannot change the fact that they are victims of war.
It stands to reason that a good man with five years of military service should be able to become a lieutenant, but it is precisely because of his cunning and slippery behavior in certain aspects that he is still a superior soldier.
But Ishihara didn't care. Being an officer meant more responsibilities and sacrifices. He had witnessed too many lieutenants and sergeants rushing to the front line with samurai swords. Without exception, most of them turned into cold corpses. It’s really not worth it.
The unpleasant conversation made the atmosphere awkward, and the two stopped chatting. They each played with their weapons and passed the time out of boredom.
Looking at the mountains to the west, the sun has hidden itself, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflects the sky red. Ryousuke can't help but think of his fiancée far away in his hometown. He wonders how she is doing at this time...
Just when he was in a daze, a terrifying roar suddenly appeared in the sky from far to near. Along with the roars, dozens of fire dragons slowly rose from the other side of the mountain range and headed towards this place at a speed visible to the naked eye. The edge is coming.
"あれは何ですか? Cannon... bombardment!?"
Ryousuke exclaimed, and those "fire dragons" like falling meteorites continued to enlarge in his penis.
Before he could react, Ishihara next to him pushed him down, and then his eyes were covered in countless firelights, and a huge explosion drowned out everything!
boom!
boom!
boom!
…
At this moment, in a low-lying open space seven kilometers away, thirteen Katyusha rocket launchers were firing rockets one after another at lightning speed.
When the rockets rushed out of the launch vehicle, the harsh sound was like the roar of death. The smoke and fire were like countless fire dragons flying across the sky. The firepower covered a wide area and suddenly fell like a violent storm.
Only the Japanese at the center of the attack felt the most devastating power of Katyusha.
The terrifying power of rockets is self-evident. The most despairing thing is the rounds of bombardment without gaps. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even solid fortresses and steel armor will be wiped out in an instant.
Countless artillery shells hit the station like raindrops. In an instant, most of the unresponsive Japanese troops and the supplies they had stored in the station were all blown into the sky. The train parked on the track was intercepted by several rockets. , the huge carriage instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal.
Ten seconds later, the place fell into complete silence. Under the baptism of 208 rockets, the broken limbs and broken legs were a mess on the ground. The charred soil mixed with blood showed a strange color, and the wounded were wailing and screaming. The only sound here.
The sentry tower where Ishihara and the two were located had long been blown up. In his last consciousness before he fell into coma, he only remembered that a cannonball exploded not far away, and his body was blown away by the shock wave.
"ah…"
Lying on the ground, Ryousuke twitched his fingers. He didn't know how long it took before he gradually regained consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and the tragic scene he saw made him despair.
Ryousuke tried his best to sit up and looked around. Ishihara fell five or six meters away. Remembering that the other party just threw him down regardless of the danger, he felt guilty and crawled forward. .
"Ishihara-kun? Ishihara-kun! Please cheer up!"
He shook Ishihara who was lying on the ground, but there was no response. Ryousuke turned Ishihara over with force. Only then did he find that a broken wooden board as wide as a palm had been inserted into Ishihara's lower back, almost penetrating the entire abdominal cavity and intestines. It all flowed out from the open wound on his stomach.
"Medic! Where is the medic!? Help!"
Ryosuke was so frightened that he shouted loudly, but now everyone was in danger, and no one could pay attention to him. Moreover, even the arrival of Daluo Immortal cannot help such an injury...
Those student recruits who had just gotten off the train suffered numerous casualties. Some of the soldiers who survived by chance looked blankly at the devastation on the ground, with shapeless corpses lying scattered on the ground. The indescribable misery of their companions was still vivid in their minds, and they could not even dream of it. Unexpectedly, the real battlefield turned out to be more terrifying than the Asura Hell.
In just ten seconds, almost half of the more than a thousand Japanese soldiers in the station were killed or injured. The surviving Japanese veterans were even more horrified. They simply could not understand what kind of artillery could unleash so much firepower in such a short period of time. of cannonballs.
Did the enemy use hundreds of large-caliber howitzers? How could there be no sign of so many artillery deployments! ?
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At the same time, on the Katyusha rocket launcher position...
The first actual combat was an eye-opener for the soldiers. Such a world-destroying power was simply unheard of. It was so exciting!
"Quick, quick, quick! Move quickly and coordinate with the loading hand, don't be so fucking lazy!"
According to the information transmitted from the forward observation post, the effect of the first round of shooting was very good, basically annihilating most of the targets and Japanese troops in the station. However, the order issued by the superiors was to shoot the target in two rounds, and the remaining shells were not fired. You're not allowed to get off work.
Under the command of the artillery officer, the soldiers were busy reloading, preparing to let the enemy feel the baptism of steel rain again!
