At around five o'clock, Liao Ming, who was far away at the forward headquarters, was standing at the observation window, quietly looking at the hazy Yangon City a few kilometers away in front of him.
As the morning approaches, a thin layer of mist rises from the sea and along the coast. However, the strong wind has not yet formed a large scale, but has a tendency to be blown away.
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Liao Mingyu had been staying here since the second half of the night and never slept a wink. With so many thoughts on his mind, he was anxiously waiting for the result until the watch hand landed on the five o'clock mark.
It seems that today's operation will fail. The influence of the wind direction is still very huge.
Looking at the quiet city of Yangon, Liao Mingyu felt extremely melancholy. He knew that there were not many opportunities left, and it would be even harder to find another opportunity in the future.
According to the weather forecast for the past two days, the rainy season in Myanmar is about to enter. It may rain continuously for some time in the future, which will also greatly affect the use of inhalation gas bombs such as phosgene.
Once the Yangon defenders cannot be eliminated in a short period of time, the situation will fall into a stalemate again. The longer it is delayed, the more anxious the situation will become. After all, the war will be over in a few months. If you want to gain a foothold in the world after the war, You have to get enough capital before then.
"Have the First and Second Air Forces already set sail?"
"Back to Junzuo, they have already taken off as planned and are heading towards the Yangon battlefield loaded with ammunition. They are expected to arrive in twenty minutes." the staff member replied truthfully.
"Let them cancel the operation and return to the airport to wait." Liao Mingyu shook his head and felt helpless.
He turned around and put on a military coat, preparing to say a few words and then go back to catch up on his nap. After all, the battlefield situation was not always as expected.
boom! boom! boom……
At this moment, there was an explosion in the distance, and the dull sound of artillery echoed in the silent sky, which immediately startled everyone in the headquarters.
Liao Mingyu's eyes instantly brightened, and he rushed to the observation window in one stride.
The 92nd Infantry Cannon is indeed an artillery weapon known as the "ghost cannon". Only its sound can be heard but its shadow is not seen, which is even more appropriate in this hazy morning.
The situation has changed, and it seems that Krupp still insists on firing.
Although a series of cannon fire echoed through the sky, Liao Mingyu, who held a telescope and looked for a long time, did not find their specific location.
With a sharp mind, he immediately reacted, stopped the staff officer who was about to send the report and ordered: "Wait a minute, the aviation team's mission is continuing as usual. If the notice continues, all units will continue to implement the plan as planned!"
"yes!"
Soon the shells fell into the city of Yangon, and the little devils inside were frightened by the sudden artillery fire. The alarm sounded loudly, and the soldiers took up their weapons and entered the bunker.
The sound of artillery had not stopped yet, and artillery shells continued to be fired into the city one after another. However, the Japanese soldiers hiding in various bunkers did not panic too much. They were accustomed to such shelling from time to time.
The explosion of the poison gas bomb is not very noticeable, just like an exploding grenade, and does not have the power of a conventional artillery shell.
I originally thought this was just the enemy's daily fire attack, but the huge explosion in my impression did not come. Instead, each impact point emitted bursts of yellow smoke, but it was not obvious in this dim early morning.
The faint smell of rotten grass began to permeate the surroundings. The Japanese who were closest to him soon felt an indescribable nausea. His chest felt tight and he coughed, and he felt increasingly difficult to breathe.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
"Poison ガス弾です!"
"Cough...ahgu..."
As the poisonous mist spread, more and more Japanese soldiers developed symptoms of shortness of breath, nausea and vomiting. No matter how strong they were hiding in bunkers, they could not stop the pervasive poisonous gas.
Although it does not have the terrifying lethality rate of mustard gas and tabun, the people in the center of the phosgene bomb still collapsed and lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.
The little devil who reacted hurriedly ran away with the poisoned person, but soon he was also affected by the poisonous gas. He gradually felt that his whole body was paralyzed and unable to breathe, and his violent coughing made people retching.
The shells are still falling, covering almost the entire northern part of Yangon City. As the wind slowly blows southward, the scope of the poisonous gas is further expanding.
Only then did the little devil think of gas masks, but these life-saving items were not standard equipment. Each regiment was equipped with more than a hundred pairs at most, and they had to be given priority to officers. Ordinary soldiers were in dire straits.
Panic spread like a virus, and the Japanese command system was in chaos. In just a few minutes, the troops gradually lost control. Countless soldiers began to run away like crazy, not obeying the orders of their superiors.
Most people lost their ability to move due to the poison gas bombs. Although they did not die directly, the uncomfortable toxicological reactions tortured everyone's body and mind.
At the same time, the Japanese navy ship one nautical mile outside Yangon port was also noisy. The piercing siren sounded and the sailors rushed to their respective posts to stand by.
"What's going on? (What happened)"
In the control room of the control tower of the cruiser Ashigara, Captain Hayashikawa Ikuru Ozuo asked eagerly.
He held his binoculars high and looked at the battlefield ahead. The sound of artillery in the distance could be clearly heard. Yangon City was suspected of being shelled, but it seemed that no trace of enemy fire was found.
"Captain, this is an urgent message from Zhongdao Command. The Chinese have used special bombs. All units have suffered huge losses. We request fire support."
"Nani!?" Lin Chuanyigu's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Even they themselves dare not use weapons like special bombs that can easily cause a large number of casualties. How did the Chinese get it?
"Can you calculate the location of the enemy's artillery?" Lin Chuanyigu pondered for a moment. Now was not the time to think about those issues.
"According to the data provided by the garrison observation station, the enemy should be within 1.5-2 kilometers northeast of Yangon City, but the specific location cannot be determined." The adjutant replied immediately.
Since it was still dark, the reconnaissance plane could not take off immediately. It could only judge the enemy's approximate position based on the reports from the observation points on land, but it was enough for the dozens of naval guns on their several cruisers.
"Contact Myoko and Kuroba immediately to provide shooting elements, and all naval guns will fire at the target range!"
"Hey!"
After Lin Chuanyigu's order was issued, the Japanese navy began to get busy, shouting and shouting, and the deck was full of soldiers running around.
Within a moment, all the two-battery 203 main guns on the three heavy cruisers were slowly raised, and their muzzles were all pointed at somewhere northeast of the shore...
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Only twelve minutes had passed since the opening of the cannon. The eighteen 92 infantry cannons fired at full strength, firing a total of nearly three tons of ammunition, but there were still some unfinished fire.
The continuous reloading and shooting made the soldiers sweaty and exhausted, but they all knew the importance of this operation, so they gritted their teeth and persisted.
After Krupp fired two rounds of cannons himself, he went to the side and kept looking at the time with his watch until the fifteen-minute mark had just passed. He immediately stood up and waved the flag in his hand.
The roar when the cannon is fired is deafening. If you want to stop suddenly at this time, if you just use your mouth, you will break your throat and no one will hear it. You can only specify the firing base in advance or use the command flag to transmit the signal.
There was an observer behind each gun emplacement. After seeing the command flag in Krupp's hand, he immediately stepped forward and signaled the gunner who was loading to stop firing.
"Sir?" The artillery battalion commander ran over and asked puzzledly.
But Krupp shouted to everyone: "Everyone gather and withdraw from the position immediately!"
