My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 609 The Difficult Yangon City
The time has come to mid-June. On the Yangon battlefield, a week has passed since the 88th Army launched the general offensive, but the brutal street fighting is still going on.

The two main regiments of the Honor 200rd Division have captured several streets in Beicheng District, and the Armored Brigade and the [-]th Division have also controlled the West Gate and are gradually advancing inward.

However, the [-]th Division, which was supposed to join forces a few days ago, encountered tenacious resistance in the east. The Japanese went straight to the rear through the tunnel, and the originally captured position was suddenly taken back by the enemy. The casualties were heavy.

Even though the Japanese army was severely hit by gas bombs a week ago, their combat base is there, and tens of thousands of troops cannot be wiped out just by saying annihilation.

Even tens of thousands of pigs are enough for the soldiers of the 88th Army to catch them for several days, not to mention the little devils who are desperate to jump over the wall.

The Japanese army passed through many circular fortification groups, and then used the support between the tunnel and the building as a cover, making it difficult for the attacking team.

I don't know why the little devil likes digging holes so much. Those bunkers and traffic roads are like rabbit holes, which are hard to defend. Often the positions that are taken during the day are taken back by the elusive Japanese army at night.

Large-scale street battles are all about the fighting will of the soldiers and the close cooperation between the teams. There is not much difference between the two sides. The soldiers of the 88th Army have powerful firepower and armored troops to rely on. Facing the firepower of the little devils It was a tough one without fear.

But the Japanese are not vegetarians either. Everyone knows that if they don't try their best in this final decisive battle, what awaits them is a dead end.

In the past few days, the devils have been committing suicide attacks one after another. They even put corpses on the ground, waited quietly for the attacking team to approach, and then slammed the explosive packs on their bodies and rushed towards the crowd to die together.

This kind of behavior can always kill many people by them, so that the soldiers behind them have to shoot another round when they see the corpses on the ground, so as to avoid the situation of "fraudulent corpses".

The little devil will also mount the anti-war artillery in a hidden spot at the corner of the street, cover the body of the artillery with camouflage, and will not fire when the enemy infantry comes, but will not hesitate to fire when the armored vehicle or tank arrives.

The frontal armor of the Sherman tank can completely withstand the blows of anti-aircraft guns, but the side or tracks cannot block 37mm armor-piercing projectiles at close range.

Although it may not necessarily be scrapped after one shot, there is still a high probability that it will cause casualties or temporary loss of mobility of the crew, not to mention the thinner armored infantry fighting vehicles.

The tactical guidelines of the soldiers of the armored brigade stipulate that soldiers must maintain coordinated progress when accompanying armored vehicles or tanks in combat, and they must not leave the vehicle or the person from the vehicle.

Therefore, the Japanese army's act of bayoneting the cannon will be counterattacked by a large amount of firepower after firing, and all the artillery crew members went to see Amaterasu in an instant.

But they think it’s worth exchanging a gun for an armored vehicle or tank, at least the efficiency of this one-for-one exchange is much better than holding a pack of explosives or holding a "Taijun Happy Stick" to attack the crowd of the opponent's step-tank coordination Well, because the soldiers of the 88th Army who have served several times will never let the devils get close.

Street fighting... It is indeed the most terrifying battlefield in the history of world wars. It is no 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 brought infinitely closer by this complicated battlefield environment.

Facing 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 flame-breathing armored vehicles to kill and injure the enemy's vital forces.

In order to avoid excessive casualties, the earliest offensive teams, such as the first main force regiment of the third division and the mobile regiment of the 200th division, have all been withdrawn and replaced with fresh troops.

But the number of casualties is still soaring, and the wounded are constantly being sent down from the front line, and the field hospitals at the front are full of people.

……

"Ah!"

"Ah...it hurts!"

Noisy shouts continued, the hospital was full of wounded waiting to be rescued, and the medical staff were so busy that their feet would fly off.

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Give…"

"Prepare to suture, and add two more bags of plasma!"

In a certain operating room, a big and tall doctor is performing an operation in an orderly manner. Compared with his 1.9-meter-high figure, the other assistants seem a bit clingy.

Sweat dripped from the gold-rimmed glasses, and the assistant kept wiping him with a towel, but it didn't affect his subordinates' movements in the slightest.

This person is Li Lei, the director of the military field hospital. Even though he is 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 he entered Myanmar to fight.

"Get out of the way!"

"Doctor, hurry up! Save our officer!"

At this time, a group of bloody soldiers rushed into the hospital compound in a hurry.

They were also carrying a stretcher. The man lying on it was bloody and bloody, his left arm was severely burned, his face was blackened and he couldn't see his face clearly, and there were few good parts of his body.

The pain made his face contort, his teeth clenched and twitching constantly, if it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the pain long ago.

The second lieutenant at the head grabbed a passing young doctor and said eagerly, "Doctor! Save our company commander!"

The young doctor had no choice but to stop and lean down to examine carefully. The wounded man was seriously injured.

The most fatal thing was that his left thigh was blown off, and the remaining scorched flesh and the broken fabric on the trousers stuck together, only a tight tourniquet could barely stop the gushing blood...

Under normal circumstances, he might have died a long time ago. Perhaps it was because of his tenacious vitality and willpower that he made it to the hospital.

"No, the injury is too serious, it's hopeless, treat it as a category C wounded person, come, come over to someone, give him a shot of morphine first..."

The young doctor shook his head. He has seen this kind of situation a lot, and it is basically impossible to save him. Even if he is sent to the operating room, there is a high probability that he will not be able to get off the operating table.

Not to mention wasting medicine and manpower, it also affects the treatment of other wounded, so generally speaking, it will not be given priority.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with the young doctor's way of dealing with it, but the second lieutenant in the lead became impatient on the spot.

He threw his arms around the doctor's neck, took out a pistol and immediately pressed it against the doctor's chin, shouting: "What the hell are you talking about! Don't save yourself!? If our company commander can't save you I am the first to kill you!"

The soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield were full of murderous spirits and ghosts, and the young doctor, who had never seen such a battle before, was so frightened that his face turned pale and he couldn't speak, and he was carried like a chicken.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down!"

Hearing someone yelling at him, the second lieutenant turned his head.

It turned out that a pretty female nurse was glaring at him with her almond eyes wide open.

(End of this chapter)