It was mid-June, and on the Yangon battlefield, a week had passed since the 88th Army launched the general offensive, but brutal street fighting continued.
The two main regiments of the Honorable Third Division have already captured several streets in Beicheng District. The Armored Brigade and the 200th Division have also taken control of the west gate and are gradually advancing inward.
However, the 50th Division, which should have been united a few days ago, encountered stubborn resistance in the east. The Japanese penetrated into the rear through tunnels. The positions they had originally captured were suddenly taken back by the enemy. The leading troops were attacked from both sides. There were heavy casualties.
Although the Japanese army was severely hit by poison gas bombs a week ago, their combat base is there. The tens of thousands of troops cannot be annihilated by simply annihilating them.
Even tens of thousands of pigs would be enough for the soldiers of the 88th Army to capture for several days, let alone the desperate little Japanese who jumped over the wall.
The Japanese army passed through many ring-shaped fortification groups and used tunnels and buildings as cover, making it difficult for the attacking team to move forward.
I don’t know why the little devils like to dig holes in the ground so much. Those bunkers and traffic roads are as hard to guard against as rabbit holes. Often positions taken during the day are taken back by the elusive Japanese army at night.
Large-scale street fighting relies on the fighting will of the soldiers and the close cooperation between the teams. There is not much difference between the two sides in this regard. The soldiers of the 88th Army have strong firepower and armored units to rely on, facing the firepower of the little devils. It was a hard pass without fear.
But the Japanese are not vegetarians. Everyone knows that if they don't fight hard in this final decisive battle, what awaits them will be death. Even if they fight with their lives, they must hold on to the front.
In the past few days, the Japanese have been committing suicide attacks one after another. They even put corpses on the ground, waiting quietly for the attacking team to approach, and then they would pull out the explosives on their bodies and pounce on the crowd to kill them all.
This kind of behavior always caused many people to be killed by them, so that when the soldiers saw the corpses on the ground, they would shoot again to avoid "fraudulent corpses".
The little devils will also set up anti-war artillery in hidden spots at street corners, and cover the artillery with camouflage. They will not fire the artillery when they see the enemy infantry approaching, but will not hesitate to fire when the armored vehicles or tanks arrive.
The Sherman tank's frontal armor can completely withstand combat artillery strikes, but the sides or tracks cannot stop 37mm armor-piercing projectiles at close range.
Although it may not necessarily be scrapped after one hit, there is still a high probability that it will cause casualties to the crew or temporarily lose the ability to move, let alone an infantry fighting vehicle with thinner armor.
The tactical principles of the armored brigade soldiers stipulate that soldiers must keep moving forward in coordination when accompanying armored vehicles or tanks, and they must not leave the vehicle or the person or the person.
Therefore, the Japanese army's behavior of attaching bayonets to cannons would be met with a large amount of firepower counterattack after firing. In an instant, all the artillery crew members went to see Amaterasu.
But they feel that it is worthwhile to exchange a gun for an armored vehicle or tank. At least this one-for-one efficiency is much better than holding explosive packs or holding "Taijun Happy Sticks" to attack the opponent's infantry-tank coordinated crowd. Well, because the soldiers of the 88th Army who have been deceived several times will never let the Japanese get close to them again.
Street fighting... is indeed the most terrifying battlefield in the history of world wars. It is not an exaggeration to call it a meat grinder for soldiers. Even if there is a certain strength gap between the enemy and us, they will be infinitely closer to each other by this complex battlefield environment.
Faced with the crazy resistance of the little devils, the soldiers were not to be outdone. The frontline attacking troops used various powerful street fighting weapons such as white phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, and fire-breathing armored vehicles to kill and injure the enemy's effective forces.
In order to avoid excessive casualties, the earliest offensive teams such as the First Main Regiment of the Third Division and the Mobile Regiment of the 200th Division have been withdrawn and replaced with fresh troops.
But the number of casualties is still soaring, wounded people continue to be sent down from the front line, and frontline field hospitals are full of people.
…
"Ah!"
"Ah...it hurts!"
There were constant noisy shouts, the hospital was full of injured people waiting for rescue, and the medical staff were so busy that their feet almost flew up.
"Hemostats!"
"Give…"
"Prepare to suture and add two bags of plasma!"
In a certain operating room, a tall doctor was performing an operation in an orderly manner. Compared with his height of 1.9 meters, the other assistants looked a bit small.
Sweat dripped off his gold-rimmed glasses, and his assistant kept wiping them with a towel, but it did not affect the movements of his hands at all.
This person is Li Lei, the director of the field hospital accompanying the army. Even in a high position, he insists on treating the wounded on the front line. His superb surgical skills have saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers since entering Myanmar.
"Get out of the way!"
"Doctor, hurry! Save our commander!"
At this time, a group of soldiers covered in blood hurriedly broke into the hospital compound.
They also carried a stretcher, on which the man lay in a bloody mess. His left arm was severely burned. His face was so blackened that his appearance was unclear. There were almost no good parts of his body.
The pain made his face distort, and he clenched his teeth and twitched continuously. An ordinary person would have fainted from the pain.
The leading lieutenant grabbed a young doctor who was passing by and said eagerly: "Doctor! Please save our company commander!"
The young doctor had no choice but to stop and lean over to check carefully. The wounded man was seriously injured.
The most terrible thing is that his left thigh was blown off, and the remaining charred flesh and blood were stuck together with the broken fabric on his pants. Only a tight tourniquet could barely stop the gushing blood...
Normally, he would have died long ago, but perhaps it was his tenacious vitality and willpower that allowed him to make it to the hospital.
"No, the injury is too severe and there is no way to save it. Treat him as a Category C casualty. Come, come over and give him an injection of morphine first..."
The young doctor shook his head. He had seen this kind of situation too many times. It was basically impossible to save him. Even if he was sent to the operating room, he would most likely not be able to get off the operating table.
Not only is medicine and manpower wasted, it also affects the treatment of other injured people, so generally speaking, it is not prioritized.
Originally there was nothing wrong with the young doctor's treatment, but the leading second lieutenant became anxious on the spot.
I saw him grabbing the doctor's neck, taking out a pistol and putting it against the doctor's chin immediately, shouting: "What the hell are you talking about! You will not save me, right!? What if our company commander can't save us?" I’ll be the first to kill you!”
The soldiers who had just come off the battlefield were all murderous and difficult to approach. The young doctor had never seen such a battle before. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he could not speak. He was carried like a chicken.
"What are you doing? Put the gun down!"
Hearing someone scolding him, the second lieutenant turned his head.
It turned out to be a female nurse with a delicate face who was staring at him with her almond-shaped eyes and an angry look on her face.
(End of chapter)
