All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 282, bet when they surrender

In the absence of good vision, night combat is not a good choice.

Even the position of the enemy can't be seen clearly, so the difficulty of hitting the enemy can be imagined.

Of course, not attacking does not mean stopping.

In the silent night, the cannon roared from time to time, like a giant hammer hitting the enemy's heart.

Boom, the explosion raised smoke and dust, and shattered stones flew everywhere.

In the circular fortification surrounding the airport, Major Nobi put down the binoculars in his hand, and the shell hit just right, which was definitely a shock to the British guy in front of him.

The Major could even imagine how the British guy was shivering in the trenches.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to the lieutenant beside him:

"Those old people in the base camp still cling to the concept of 20 years ago, thinking that the British and American ghosts and animals are too powerful.

The British ghosts and animals are also powerful in the navy. Their army is really ineffective. "

Lieutenant Furukawa next to him nodded approvingly: "The British ghost army is not weaker than our army in terms of weapons, but their fighting will is too weak.

Once surrounded, it is completely unimaginable for imperial soldiers to surrender. "

"Indeed, fortunately they are our opponents." Major Nobi said with gratitude.

The Chinese Expeditionary Army was paired with British ghosts and animals stretched across. It was like a gathering of "creeping dragons and phoenix chicks". No matter how clever the general was, they would have a headache.

Major Nobi suddenly became interested and wanted to make a bet with Lieutenant Gu Chuan.

Just bet on when the British ghosts will surrender.

"The shelling will continue tonight, and tomorrow morning at the latest, the British ghosts and animals will come out and surrender to the imperial army."

Shao Zuo gave his guess, Lieutenant Gu Chuan could only smile wryly upon hearing this.

It was really difficult for him to make a higher estimate of the British army: "Then I can only guess that they will come out and surrender before our army launches its first attack tomorrow."

After hearing this, Major Nobi was not satisfied. The guesses of the two were too close, and there was a high possibility of a tie in the end. How could this show his superior vision?

He asked the lieutenant to give a more specific time: "I think tomorrow after the sun rises, around seven o'clock, how about you?"

"Then I have no choice but to guess around eight o'clock." Lieutenant Gu Ming explained the basis of his guess: "Major, I really can't overestimate the British ghosts and animals."

"Hahaha..." Major Nobi laughed loudly.

Betting on when the besieged British monsters will surrender is like a gamble that has already revealed its cards, and there is no suspense.

In fact, before the Burma campaign, they did not have the arrogance they have now.

They might not have believed it when they heard that the British army had collapsed before, but after experiencing many battles and seeing the British surrender with their own eyes, they had to believe it.

Victory always gives people confidence, and the Japanese army is filled with a strong sense of pride, thinking that the British are not as powerful as they are rumored to be, but they are actually vulnerable.

The name of the expeditionary force sent by the Chinese government in Chongqing was changed, but the personnel remained the same.

The two sides have dealt too much, and the Japanese army believes that there is no need to regard it as an opponent at all.

Since the landing in Yangon, the offense along the way has been enough to be called devastating.

Few of the enemies could confront the imperial army head-on. There was only one tough battle, and then there was a furious pursuit.

The road is full of weapons and supplies abandoned by the enemy, which can be pulled out for more than ten miles.

Afterwards, they pursued and devoured the enemies left behind, and the success could not have been more smooth. In a short period of time, their brigade accumulated and captured thousands of people.

The number of enemies eliminated has exceeded the number of their brigade itself.

And what about the price you paid for yourself?
There is no time statistics yet, so it can only be said that there are very few.

The only thing that can reduce the combat effectiveness of their troops is that the enemy is too scattered and they are forced to divide their troops to pursue this one reason.

Assuming that the British army at the airport had more courage and did not surrender tomorrow morning, Major Nobi would divide his troops and leave a squadron to continue the attack.

He himself led the remaining nearly 300 people and continued to sweep northward along the road to pursue the enemy.

Of course, Major Nobi was unwilling to divide the troops again, so he called the messenger:

"Don't be stingy with the shells. The warehouses of the British army's ghosts and animals are indispensable. Keep firing. Don't stop tonight."

The artillery and shells they seized were quite a lot, and it was very troublesome to carry them.

Simply be generous and exchange firepower for victory.

at the same time.

The command post of the British Army at the airport, in a wooden white two-story building.

Six or seven well-dressed military officers gathered around the long table, discussing the battle situation that made them anxious.

A captain officer said with a serious face:

"Sixteen of the airport guards were killed and 21 were wounded. A quarter of the casualties have already been lost. If there is no reinforcements, I'm afraid they won't be able to continue."

Everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but at this time they had reached the worst situation.

If half of the casualties are reached, and there is no hope of reinforcements arriving and evacuating, the soldiers below will definitely mutiny.

They would rather surrender than continue fighting.

The chief commander of the airport, Major, shook his head: "You all know that the main force of the army is withdrawing to India, and no reinforcements will come."

"Then can we send a plane to pick us up?" the captain asked eagerly.

The lieutenant officer in charge of telecommunication communication said: "Little Japan's planes have already controlled the airspace above us, and they will not send transport planes to take risks."

Another second lieutenant added: "There is no way to land on the runway even if there is a transport plane. Little Japan's artillery fire can completely cover the runway, and the plane cannot land and take off normally."

Reinforcements are unlikely to come.

It is almost impossible to evacuate the airport without an aircraft.

The outside has been surrounded by the Japanese army. They lack the courage to fight to the death, and it is impossible to break out of the encirclement.

You can't fight, you can't defend, you can't walk.

It seems that there is only one way to choose.

All the officers looked at their highest officer, the fat and out-of-shape major, expecting him to make a decision.

The major stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on the military uniform, and said solemnly:

"Gentlemen, stick to your posts and do your duty, we are already worthy of the empire.

Next, for the consideration of all colleagues at all airports, what do you think of a decent surrender to our newly rising opponent? "

"agree."

"Agree."

"What a wise decision."

All the officers stood up to express their views, and it was not difficult to follow the crowd to make a decision.

What's more, they don't have the cultural tradition of fighting to the end.

If they can't beat the enemy, they choose to surrender decently and let their family members pay ransom for their lives. This is their tradition that has lasted for hundreds of years.

It can only be said that they are too stupid to know how brutal their opponent, the Japanese army, is.

Perhaps even if they knew it, it would not change their determination.

After all, they are "gentlemen's soldiers of the Great Empire", and they are not skilled in anything other than raising the white flag to surrender.

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(End of this chapter)