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    Outside Yangon, the battle to lure and annihilate the Burmese volunteers was going on exactly as Tang Qiuli expected. These Burmese traitors, who were half crazy and half coerced by the Japanese military police supervising team, pursued them too far.  He didn't even have a chance to turn around and flee back to the residential area to avoid death.

    The dense rain of bullets made the dust fly, and the number of gunshots was indistinguishable. There was only the roar of the wind. Within a few minutes, layers of corpses of the Burmese Volunteer Team members were spread on the ground, splashing.  The faces of the Burmese volunteers who were left behind were covered with blood and broken pieces of flesh. Using their survival instinct, they turned around and ran back.

    What made these Burmese traitors even more frightened was that they discovered that the soldiers of the Imperial Army could run faster and earlier than themselves. This was of course the Imperial Military Police of Japan. They were rigorously trained soldiers with rich combat experience.  , I often competed with the ** Division troops. Although I never won, my victory was due to my rich experience and wide knowledge, and I knew how powerful the ** Division troops were.

    In addition, the Japanese Military Police Supervisory Team was at the very back, and of course they had a great advantage by running back. The rain of bullets as dense as locusts was endured by the members of the Burmese Volunteer Team. With this layer of flesh,  The shield blocked the fatal bullets, so nothing happened to the imperial soldiers. As soon as the gunshots in front rang out, the imperial soldiers turned around and ran away, reflecting their amazing speed and individual quality.

    Feng Jiwu, who was concentrating on observing the battlefield, sneered, "Want to run? Go ahead and dream!" "Order the tank troops and artillery regiments of each brigade to carry out interception and artillery bombardment. The bullshit Burmese volunteers and the little devils behind must be killed.  Keep them all, no one can let go!"

    The tank that retreated behind the infantry was no longer silent. The turret rotated slowly, the muzzle was raised, and there was a dull loud noise. The low-trajectory shell, with a scream that cut through the air, passed by the members of the Burmese Volunteer Team.  top of head.  Falling on the head of the Japanese military police, at this time, the hissing sound of metal projectiles cutting through the air was also heard above the head, and at the same time as the tank shells fell.  The artillery shells flying from behind plunged into the crowd of Japanese military police.

    Fires were flashing, soil was flying, and shrapnel were flying across the way. On the retreating road of the Japanese military police and Burmese volunteers, a sea of ??fire and roaring shrapnel formed a net of death for any living creature that came close to this net of death.  Without exception, they were torn into pieces. Blood rained all over the sky, and broken limbs were everywhere, mixed with gunpowder smoke and laid out on the outer positions of Yangon.

    The members of the Burmese Volunteer Team were covered in gunpowder, which aggravated the disaster. A shell fell and detonated the gunpowder on their body, exerting the effect of several shells. After a loud noise.  Wherever the fire and gunpowder smoke started, there were no bones left, and there were huge pits everywhere.

    All officers and soldiers on the front lines of the Japanese army.  Everyone witnessed this horrific massacre, and Chief of Staff Kawashima was even more stunned. Such a result may have been expected by him, but the method of attack adopted by Tang Qiuli was something he had never seen before.  However, such an eye-opening approach is too cruel.  It was so cruel that Major General Kawashima's mouth was full of bitterness and his throat was dry.

    At the same time, commanders at all levels of the ** Division were also watching this one-sided battle of annihilation in their respective headquarters. ** Division Artillery Commander Zheng Yong.  I was filled with discomfort. After several days of shelling, my thousands of large-caliber howitzers were all hitting that earthen trench. Today, it was my turn to fight the little devil, but I had nothing to do. What was going on?  of?

    To be honest, after the ** division established the artillery headquarters, all large-caliber artillery was under its own command. The artillery regiments of each brigade of the corps were at best some small and medium-caliber artillery and mortars. Zheng Yong looked down upon him.  , just like this, people are eating meat, and I just stare at it, thinking wrongly, and finding faults a lot.

    While Zheng Yong was observing the battlefield with a high-power artillery scope, he was shouting, "This artillery fire really stinks. It lacks professional standards. If you fire a volley of artillery in front of you, doesn't it make the little devils run away?"  Shoot quickly to block the escape route of these bastards, and then shoot back from behind. Are there any escape points? The impact points are unevenly distributed, and there is a lack of training. If my artillery group had covered it twice with this effort,  Tsk tsk!¡±

    The staff officers and correspondents at the artillery point couldn't help but have fun listening to the commander talking to himself, shaking his head and slapping his legs. However, they were all used to it. The commander was like this, and he couldn't win a battle.  Feeling uncomfortable, Zheng Yong suddenly turned around and said to his subordinates: "You said that our artillery pointed out four artillery groups and fired one-third of the base number of artillery shells in two directions. Can the division commander approve it?"

    The director of the gun pointer technical department said: "Commander, if you can't do it, why don't you give it a try? It will save you the itching of watching others fire." Zheng Yong glared at him and said, "You want me to go and be trained? Besides,  There are just a few little devils and two devils. It¡¯s not worth it if we use our guns to attack them. They are overqualified and underused, aren¡¯t they?¡± Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

    This is just a small episode in this one-sided battle. The gunfire stopped and the smoke on the battlefield has not dispersed. The attacking troops strictlyAfter carrying out the order of the front finger, not one of the more than 18,000 Burmese volunteers left the battlefield alive, or in other words, not a single complete body, not even the wounded, and the cries for help and misery of the seriously injured could not be heard.  scream.

    The battlefield was so quiet that it was suffocating. The battle ended as suddenly as it started. In just over thirty minutes, the battle ended.

    The soldiers of the Niangziguan Garrison Corps and the 29th Corps looked at the smoke-filled battlefield with cold eyes and disdain. Such a battle was not challenging at all for the troops of a main field corps. Look at the battle.  What kind of guys were they, without even the most basic training? During the entire battle, the participating troops of the ** Division did not receive any counterattack.

    This battle was extremely boring. There were more than 18,000 living targets. As soon as the gunshots were fired, their backs were exposed and beaten. From North China to Burma, I have never encountered such a pustule of little Japanese troops. The brigade commander put it  Is the formation out of a mountain made out of a molehill?  Is such an opponent worth dispatching so many tanks and infantry?

    In fact, the soldiers did not know that what they were fighting was a ragtag group of Burmese traitors who bullied ordinary people and harmed the Chinese. They were absolute masters. When it came to fighting, they were not even as good as a rookie. In addition, Ito was wearing a disposable  Their thoughts destined the Burmese volunteers to be cannon fodder. The Japanese did not regard these Burmese traitors as human beings in the first place, they were just dogs!

    The more than 18,000 members of the Burmese Volunteer Corps were completely wiped out. There was not even a single wounded person who ran back. The sound of gunfire subsided for a long time, and the smoke that filled the battlefield gradually dissipated. Looking at the broken corpses everywhere,  There were numerous bomb craters, and the Japanese division troops and tanks had long disappeared. Kawashima picked up the phone with a bitter mouth.

    He said in a heavy tone: "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, the ** Division troops have stopped attacking the outskirts of Yangon and have all retreated. Our defense line is still in the hands of the imperial army." Kawashima used "attack stop" instead of "attack".  Retreat, he could only say this. Kawashima witnessed the whole battle with his own eyes. He absolutely believed that as long as the tanks of the ** Division continued to advance, what would be lost today would not only be the outer trench, but also the first road on the outskirts of the city.  Line of defense.  "

    On the other end of the phone, Kawashima clearly heard the voice of Commander-in-Chief Ito heaving a long sigh of relief. Ito said: "Kawashima-kun, thank you for your hard work. We successfully blocked the attack of Tang Qiuli's troops. It seems that,  Those members of the Burmese Volunteer Team still played a certain role. Kawashima-kun, how many tanks of the Japanese Army were destroyed in total? "

    Kawashima swallowed and spat, "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, I was about to report this to you. In the battle that just ended, the Burmese volunteers were wiped out." Ito paused, obviously surprised by the news. Ten thousand  More than 8,000 people were all killed. He was somewhat surprised by how fierce and cruel the battle was.

    After a moment of silence, Ito said thoughtfully, "Kawashima-kun, don't pay too much attention to it. Their death in battle is worth it. They sacrificed their lives for the jihad of the Empire of Japan. They are the most loyal friends of our Empire of Japan.  Regarding the aftermath, please deal with it in detail to show the sincere care of the imperial army for its friends. Also, the air force has dispatched planes, and their deaths are very valuable! "

    In Ito's view, it should be possible for more than 18,000 people, no matter how useless or useless, to kill hundreds of tanks of the Japanese Army. The value of their deaths is not just this, the Burmese volunteers are brave.  The team successfully held back the tank troops of the ** Division and gained opportunities and precious time for the aviation team to rush to the battlefield. Therefore, the pension should be thicker. Anyway, it is the money of the Chinese and does not need to be paid by the empire.

    Moreover, Ito considered that on a deeper level, such a gesture by the imperial army would attract and inspire more Burmese people to join the imperial jihad and become the most loyal friends and allies of the Japanese imperial army.  No, there is a saying in Japan, "Respect for the dead is for the living." It's just a gesture!

    But Kawashima's words shattered all his good wishes. Kawashima continued with great effort: "Commander-in-Chief, all the Burmese volunteers were killed in action, but they did not destroy a single tank of the Japanese Army.  Yes, one of our military police units responsible for supervising the battle was also shattered and no one survived."

    Ito jumped up suddenly and shouted in disbelief: "Honey? There are more than 18,000 people, and they didn't get a single Army tank? Kawashima-kun, you read that right? Could it be that these idiots are  Stand still and let the soldiers of the ** Division be shot one by one? Baga! Chief of Staff Kawashima, how did you command? "

    Kawashima was aggrieved and angry, almost crying, "This has nothing to do with the command. Even if you, Ito, came in person, it wouldn't be done properly. If it weren't for your stubborn order, the original plan would not be possible."  Change, let the infantry chase the tanks, how could such a tragedy happen? Oh, now you are beating me up and asking me how to command??, screw your mother, why do you still want to bully others?  "

    (To be continued) (To be continued Piaotian) This work is recommended by registered literature members

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