My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 411
"Platoon leader, look over there!"

Just when they were suppressed in the corner and could not move, a half-track armored vehicle suddenly appeared on the opposite corner, followed by a large number of heavily armed soldiers.

"あそこに敌がいて! 攻撃する!"

"Fire wo tsukeru!"

The devils upstairs also noticed the situation, and immediately shifted their firepower. The bullets jingled like splashed ink on the armored vehicle, but the half-track vehicle continued to move forward without fear, while the thick barrel on the vehicle was slowly raised and pointed towards the armored vehicle. top

"The first row rushes forward to quickly meet the enemy, the second row covers with firepower, and kill them within 5 minutes!"

"Yes!"

This group was the [-]rd Regiment Assault Battalion led by Hong Mu. He squatted halfway behind the low wall and commanded the battle in an orderly manner. The surrounding soldiers immediately launched an offensive formation without dragging their feet.

boom!
The 75 anti-tank guns on the half-track armored vehicle opened fire immediately, and the shells instantly blasted the firepower of the machine guns on the roof into pieces, thick smoke billowed, and the concrete walls were blown up everywhere.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the soldiers charged forward quickly, and the three MG3 machine guns at the rear sprayed out several fire snakes, and the rest of the soldiers also used their weapons to build a terrifying and dense barrage at the same time. The devil tasted the feeling of being dominated by firepower.

Two groups of bazooka squads approached the watchtower, and they loaded the shells in a hurry. Amidst the screaming sound, the two rockets hit the window sill that was still firing, and a lot of shattered glass and blood foam flew out. The entire watchtower was crumbling, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The commandos in the charge were strong and strong, moving forward while alternately covering, using tactical evasion movements with proficiency, and approached the watchtower in a short while. The soldiers did not talk nonsense, and dozens of grenades were thrown in like dumplings. Like firecrackers, they exploded non-stop.

Hong Mu walked out from the low wall and nodded approvingly. He was quite satisfied with the performance of his subordinates. If it wasn't for the lack of tanks around him, he wouldn't be happy to let people rush in, and directly fired a volley at the watchtower. All defenses will be turned into a pile of ashes.

The group of Indian soldiers next to them was stunned. The defenders on the watchtower were completely wiped out in less than 5 minutes. The tactics of this group were extremely sophisticated, and they didn't care about ammunition consumption at all. The places that could be covered with firepower were never wasted. one second.

"Platoon leader, which unit do these... these people belong to? Why... why are they so fierce?" A soldier couldn't help asking, staring straight at the armored vehicle with the gun.

The platoon leader swallowed, and was about to speak, but saw the leading officer on the other side wave his hand, and several soldiers carrying tin cans ran forward immediately, spraying at the ruins.

Nima and the flamethrower! ? ?
The platoon leader is completely messed up. I thought that their troops stationed in India received the equipment and training from the Yankees. They are already good enough in strength and hardware. Compared with some friendly troops in China who can’t even eat enough, they must be invincible. A sense of superiority, but now it seems that it is really far behind... It's just that the inferior side has become myself.

"Hey! Which unit are you from?"

The other party's shout brought the platoon leader back to reality. He quickly cheered up and replied, "We belong to the 38th Regiment of the New 113th Division. May I ask who your army is...?"

"Oh, the ones stationed in the Indian Army, we belong to the Honorable Third Division! Have you all entered the 38th Division?" Hong Mu shouted angrily with his hands on his hips, with a sense of pride in his tone.

"Returning to the officer, the main force of our division is in the Xiaogang River in the north, and there are still some Japanese resisting there. There are about two companies that we have assaulted here, and they are cleaning up one by one." The school's military rank did not dare to be negligent, and quickly stood at attention and answered.

Hong Mu nodded and didn't say anything more. He knew that now was not the time to exchange pleasantries, so he simply dealt with it and left with his men. There were still many little devils waiting to be dealt with on the battlefield.

As time goes by, the gunfire is gradually decreasing, and the city is full of soldiers from the expeditionary army, but the number of Japanese troops is getting smaller and smaller. The little devil has tried his best but still can't change the one-sided situation. Completely lost.

However, apart from those lunatics who were strapped with explosives all over their bodies and yelled onboard, there were also some Japanese soldiers who were afraid of death, begging for mercy on their knees.

Desperation is suffocating, this group of people is still clear-headed, and some are recruits who have just been sent to the battlefield by the base camp. He hesitated to choose the former.

Anyway, failure is a foregone conclusion, and no matter how hard they struggle, it will be of no avail. They don't want to accompany high-level military officers to die. They only have one life. Is it better than anything else to survive?
……

At around [-]:[-] p.m., the remnants of the Japanese army were basically wiped out, and a large number of blue sky and white sun flags were erected in the city of Myitkyina. This big city in northern Myanmar, which had been captured by the Japanese army for more than a year, was finally recaptured by the expeditionary force.

……

Several military jeeps drove into the city, and the roads were full of soldiers patrolling and guarding back and forth, as well as the corpse collection team cleaning up the remains.

Liao Mingyu sat on the co-pilot quietly observing the almost ruined city with a cigarette in his mouth.

Myitkyina covers an area of ​​[-] square kilometers from north to south, and is known as the largest city in northern Myanmar. In fact, it is just a large town composed of several towns. Before the Japanese occupation, there were not many buildings with more than three floors.

As a transportation hub connecting India, China, and southern Myanmar, the resident population at that time reached 10,000+, and many overseas Chinese lived here. It’s just that the Japanese died and fled after they came, and the rest were also taken away. The little devils were arrested and used as coolies for the construction of the fortifications, and less than one out of ten survived.

"Did your three regiments capture a lot of prisoners?" Liao Mingyu stretched his waist and asked casually.

Japanese prisoners of war with guns pointed at their heads can be seen everywhere along the way. These pigs and dogs were disarmed, and they crouched on the ground with their heads bowed and dejected. There was no arrogance in the past.

"Hui Junzuo, probably more than 300 devils have been captured, and there should be quite a few more on the friendly side."

Chen Jize's eyes were cold, and he held the steering wheel in his hand and stared intently at the front. Only Liao Mingyu could enjoy such treatment if he, a brigade commander, personally drove and escorted him.

"Didn't I tell you that our division doesn't want any prisoners? It's a waste of air to keep this bunch of scum." Liao Mingyu twitched his mouth and complained indifferently.

Chen Jize raised his eyebrows subconsciously, Junzuo's murderous intent was still so great, but now it was not the same as in the past, thousands of eyes were watching, and he had to be more cautious about the prisoners of war.

"I haven't had time to report to you. General Stilwell has just ordered the entire army to be electrified. He ordered all troops to gather prisoners of war together for centralized management, and... he is coming from Pawala, India by military plane, and wants to We arrived at the 38th Division's station on time before eight o'clock in the evening, saying that we had important matters to discuss."

Hearing this, Liao Mingyu frowned, and the cigarette he was about to put into his mouth stopped in mid-air.

The Battle of Myitkyina had just ended, and Stilwell was about to gather the commanders from all walks of life for a meeting. Could it be that the next attack was planned?Even if he wanted to, but judging from the current situation of the various troops, he couldn't do it. I really don't know what the hell this old clapper is going to do.

(End of this chapter)