"Huh...huh..."
Kimura Hyotaro, the supreme commander of the Yangon Defense Force, is being transferred to a bunker in the east of the city under the escort of the guard.
There were heavy breaths under the gas masks, but they didn't dare to stop. The explosions that came from all around made everyone extremely nervous.
Finally arriving at the bunker, the soldiers quickly closed the entrance door after all the senior officers entered.
This is a fortification built deep into the ground. It is about thirty square meters and is divided into three floors. Half of it is exposed on the surface and the other parts are buried underground. They are all made of reinforced concrete.
There are also tunnels leading to other exits. The entire fortification is extremely strong. Even if it is hit by a 500 kilogram aerial bomb, it will only destroy its surface at most. There are three layers of partitions at the bottom, which is very safe.
It's just that this bunker is located too close to the periphery. It was originally used to serve as the core of the city's east defense line. However, the original command post has been covered by poison gas bombs. For safety reasons, the command post can only be moved here.
Kimura Hyōtaro, who had just arrived in the bunker, hurriedly took off his gas mask and breathed in the fresh air. The same was true for the people around him, who were all worried about the scene outside.
"Have the casualties of each unit been sorted out?" Kimura, who had just taken a breath, put his hands on the table and asked the chief of staff hurriedly.
"Each regiment on the outer positions has been affected to varying degrees by the enemy's chemical bombs. According to conservative estimates from the reports of the troops below, more than 5,000 people have lost their combat effectiveness..."
Chief of Staff Nobuo Minamizawa glanced at everyone and continued to preach helplessly:
"The most severely damaged were the 45th Division and the 22nd Brigade. Their stations were right in the center of the enemy's attack and had the greatest impact. Four brigades lost contact. Among them, the Matsumoto Regiment of the 29th Brigade lost less than 100 soldiers. one thousand…"
Hearing this, the officers around him were all silent. Kimura Hyōtaro was so angry that he gritted his teeth and his face was trembling.
"Damn Chinese people! Damn it!"
With the continuous explosions coming from outside, the floating ash on the surrounding solid walls couldn't stop falling down, and the poisonous gas bombs were followed by endless shelling. This was obviously a long-premeditated plan by the other side, and it didn't give them any breathing space. Chance.
"Call me the commander-in-chief of the temple to report the current situation in Yangon and ask for tactical guidance! And the Siamese Fourth Division. When will these cowards be willing to cut off the Chinese logistics line!?"
Kimura Hyōtaro's expression was ferocious, and he looked like he was losing his temper. He was walking around the room at a loss, and he was no longer as high-spirited as he was at the beginning.
"Your Excellency, Commander, we should take the initiative to contact the navy now and ask them to continue counterattacking the enemy's artillery..." Nobuo Minamizawa made a weak suggestion.
"Are those red deer in the navy blind!? They've been beaten like this and don't know how to fight back? Do you still want me to beg them?"
This mediocre, incompetent and opinionated guy is indeed worthy of his title of "robot". He only knows how to act according to orders, and becomes confused when encountering problems. Now he actually cares about his face and refuses to take the initiative to contact friendly forces.
Nobuo Minamizawa felt very contemptuous in his heart, but he did not dare to show off. He could only continue to patiently dissuade him:
"The Chinese people are so generous, obviously they have made sufficient preparations for the attack. At present, we should actively rescue the wounded soldiers, organize the remaining warriors to rebuild the defense line, and at the same time put aside our prejudices and let the navy do its best to reinforce us, otherwise..."
Nobuo Minamizawa didn't put it too bluntly, but everyone knew what the most terrifying result would be.
"Okay, I understand!" Kimura Hyōtaro couldn't help but sigh. No matter how proud he was, he had to assess the situation at this moment.
When I arrived in Yangon, I thought that with the help of tens of thousands of troops and the navy, I could completely stop the Chinese.
From the beginning, he commanded his troops to take the initiative to attack the Honorable Third Division, which had just moved south from Bago Province. However, the cruel reality slapped him hard.
The current Japanese army is completely out of proportion to the expeditionary force in terms of firepower and logistics. Some of the new recruits recruited from China are even more combat-effective. It is conceivable that they blindly go into battle and are directly beaten by the Honorable Third Division and the Armored Brigade. North cannot be found.
Then came the beach landing of the 200th Division and the 50th Division, which went straight to the rear. At this time, Kimura Hyoutarou realized that he was no match at all and hurriedly asked for help. After receiving permission to retreat, he retreated to the southern part of Yangon Province.
So in the days that followed, they were constantly suppressed by Long Wenwen, losing important towns such as Yongsheng, Boxi, and Donggua one after another. Even with four divisions in hand, they could not do anything to the opponent.
If it weren't for the several easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack highlands outside Yangon City, as well as the arriving navy heavy cruisers that curbed the offensive momentum of the Third Rong Division, I'm afraid the entire Yangon garrison would have been defeated by the victory. The 88th Army rushed to the sea to feed the fish.
………
At this time...under the guidance and correction of the airship, the artillery units of the expeditionary force were firing at the enemy in full swing. Each round of artillery fire could almost hit the target accurately. The fierce artillery fire seemed to dye the city of Yangon red.
The Japanese defense line has turned into a cemetery, like a doomsday meteorite. Countless houses and fortifications have been destroyed. The soaring number of casualties has made their commander scratch his head with anxiety.
However, with a serious lack of heavy firepower, they can only be passively beaten. There is really no other way but to request support from the navy.
This is the first time in several months that the expeditionary force has opened fire, and the horrific bombardment is heart-breaking. The rolling dust covered the sky, and the shells were like hailstones that barely paused.
At this time, hiding in ordinary trenches has lost its meaning. The shells will hit the sky with people and soil, leaving only a deep pit a few meters wide on the ground.
Even those seemingly solid fortresses will be shattered by a 155mm heavy artillery shot, and the soldiers inside will be killed or injured.
For this general offensive, Liao Mingyu mobilized five transportation regiments and three engineering regiments, as well as a large number of civilian workers. All non-frontline combat troops joined the logistics and transportation queue.
The number of 105mm or above artillery shells that have been transported to the front line recently exceeds 20 tons. Coupled with high-intensity and high-density shooting, a huge amount of ammunition is consumed every minute.
This kind of scene is a rare one. Many soldiers have never seen such a terrifying battlefield. Those shells seemed to be free of charge, and they hit the Japanese positions crazily, leaving almost no grass growing wherever they hit.
At this time, a hydrogen observation balloon was also raised on the Japanese naval ship. Headed by the three heavy cruisers, all the gun ports began to adjust the angle parameters, preparing to use the same method to contain the opponent's bombardment.
Although I am somewhat dissatisfied with the Army's attitude,
