My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 463
The war starts when you like it, but it won't end when you like it. The short-lived "peace" that lasted for several months was broken by the tension between the two sides, and the war spread again in central Myanmar.

The first to catch fire was Dongzhi City near Mandalay. The fifth and fourth divisions of the Japanese army stationed here quickly received a report from the forward observation post. People have already driven to the vicinity, and the distance between the two sides is less than 200 kilometers.

The Fifth Division was the first to respond. The division commander, Seiichi Yamada, immediately ordered the troops to prepare for an attack, and at the same time sent a message to the Fourth Division, preparing to launch a joint attack with friendly forces.

Just kidding, anyway, the two divisions on my side have tens of thousands of people. If you put aside the fact that the Huaxia people were not able to compete with several times the number of troops in the past, the worst is that the number is not much apart.

More than 6000 people dare to come here to provoke. It is simply audacious and reckless. When did the Chinese people become so arrogant?
For this kind of behavior of pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth, the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Division agreed that they should teach each other severely, give them a blow in the head, and at the same time curb the enemy's offensive momentum.

When this information was transmitted to the Mandalay headquarters, Yamashita immediately decided to test it first, and issued offensive orders to the two divisions of Taunggyi one by one.

So the 11th and 21st infantry regiments of the 200th Division quickly moved into action, one after the other, and double-teamed the [-]th Division from two directions.

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"Langda? Is there going to be a war again?"

"I heard that the vanguard of the Huaxia people is approaching us, and the Fifth Division has already moved forward."

"Isn't it because of this that the patrol team has increased their vigilance in the past two days..."

In Hung Hom Village in the north of Taunggyi, where the 37th Regiment of the Fourth Division is stationed, an infantry squad is routinely patrolling the periphery.

The marching team was boring in every possible way, but several Japanese soldiers couldn't help but whispered to each other.

"I heard that the opponent only has more than 6000 people. Isn't this a very easy battle? Let's touch it quietly and let him catch them all in one go?" said a little soldier.

But the companion didn't take it seriously, and immediately said: "What do you know, don't you see the enemy's planes flying around all day long? Everyone can see your every move clearly."

"Will the Chinese people find out if you hide in the woods?" Xiaobing asked with a question as he put the gun in his hands.

"Is it useful to go less? As long as more than 1000 troops are mobilized, people can find out. Do you think the other party is blind? Besides, more than 6000 people dare to come here. It is obviously a fraud. I really don't know what the idiots in the headquarters are doing. want."

The soldier shook his head and spoke logically, as if he was especially good at analyzing information, which stunned his companions.

"Okay, Shikamaru is starting to scare people again, Captain, don't you think so?"

"What are you talking about? What Shikamaru said is not wrong." The squad leader next to him didn't have any intention of blaming him, but nodded his head and thought it made sense.

Most of the soldiers felt that there must be something wrong with this matter, and they should investigate carefully before making a decision.

The patrol team slowly came to the intersection of a road. At this time, another team came in front of them. Several armed motorcycles in the team led the way, followed by many transport trucks and armored vehicles. The number of people was large enough. There is a big team.

"Stop! Which unit are you from?" A major came out of the team and shouted at the patrol.

"Hey!" The team leader quickly stepped forward and stood at attention and replied, "Report to Your Excellency, we are the 8th Patrol Team of the 67th Regiment of the Fourth Division, and we are performing daily patrol tasks. May I ask you..."

"We are from the 21st Regiment of the Fifth Division..." The Major glanced up and down at the squad leader, then raised his eyelids to look at the sloppy soldiers behind him, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes:
"The headquarters has already ordered all the frontline troops to assemble in the direction of crossing the river south, and your 8th Wing is still patrolling in place. It's really leisurely!"

The [-]th Division is stationed further forward than the [-]th Division, and it stands to reason that the assembly speed should be faster than the latter, but the order from the Mandalay Headquarters has been issued for two days, and these guys are still in the same place. Stepping on the ground, without the slightest intention of moving forward.

"Hey... Back to Your Excellency, Major, I don't know much about this matter. If the joint captain gives the order, we will definitely cooperate as soon as possible." The small captain replied with a smile on his face, not annoyed by the other party's attitude.

"Hmph, I really don't know why General Yamashita asked you to come to Burma...Let's leave it at that, you continue to patrol and make way for our Fifth Division."

Shao Zuo knew the virtues of the Fourth Division very well, and he didn't want to talk nonsense here, so he returned to the team after speaking.

"Hey, take care of yourself, protect yourself!" The squad leader immediately bowed down to salute, and said a word of blessing unique to their Fourth Division.

The Major, who turned around and was about to leave, suddenly twitched. It seemed that he had underestimated the nature of these bastards. Fuck your mother's body first...

In fact, all units of the Japanese army would send a congratulatory message when they parted. People generally said "martial luck is prosperous" or "martial luck lasts forever".

The Fourth Division is different from others. When they say goodbye, they often say "protecting the body", which means taking care of your body and putting your body first, or simply "keeping your life is the most important thing".

"A group of red deer who are greedy for life and afraid of death..."

Shao Zuo murmured in a low voice with a dark face. The other party was a blessing anyway, and it was not easy to curse back in this situation, so he had to leave quickly without looking back.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving in a hurry, the team leader shook his head, sighed helplessly, "I really don't know why you have to risk your life like this, even if you know it's a pit, you have to jump down."

"Captain, shall we continue to patrol?" the soldiers ran over and asked.

The team leader stroked his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and immediately changed his face, as if he put on a mask of pain in an instant.

"Oh, the gunshot wound I received before has started to inflame again. Hiss...it hurts too much! No...I have to go to the field hospital immediately."

Before the other party could speak, the squad leader shook off his arms and walked towards the way he had come. The other soldiers in the patrol had no choice but to keep up when they saw this.

"Eh? Has the captain ever been shot before? I clearly remember..." one of the young soldiers asked his companion curiously.

"Baga, don't inquire about those who shouldn't!"

Veteran Shikamaru interrupted him unceremoniously, turned his eyes and suddenly covered his stomach and grinned and wailed:

"Alas...Actually, my stomach has been uncomfortable for the past two days. It seems to be suffering from malaria. If it doesn't work, I have to go to the hospital."

After saying that, Shikamaru quickened his pace and ran forward, leaving only the astonished little soldier standing there, not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)