Age of Conquest Reborn

Outside Yangon, the battle to lure and annihilate the Burmese volunteers is going on exactly as Tang Qiuli expected. These Burmese traitors are half crazy and half under the coercion of the Japanese military police supervising team. They are chasing 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 volunteers were spread on the ground, splashing.

Blood and broken pieces of flesh covered the faces and bodies of the Burmese volunteers who were left behind. 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 Japanese Military Police. They were rigorously trained soldiers with rich combat experience.

, I often fought against 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 originally at the back, so it certainly took 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 gunfire 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 for me, no one can let go!"

The tank that retreated behind the infantry was no longer silent. The turret slowly rotated, 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.

The top of the head fell 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. At the same time as the tank shells fell, the shells flying from behind plunged into the crowd of Japanese military police.

The fire was flashing, the soil was flying, and shrapnel was flying across the way. On the way the Japanese military police and Burmese volunteers retreated, there was a sea of ​​fire and roaring shrapnel, forming a net of death. No living thing came close to this net of death.

The exception was torn into pieces, with blood raining all over the sky, and broken limbs everywhere, mixed with gunpowder smoke and laid out on the outer positions of Yangon.

The members of the Burmese Volunteer Team were covered with gunpowder, which aggravated the disaster. A shell fell and detonated the gunpowder on their bodies, exerting the effect of several shells. After a loud noise, fire and gunpowder smoke started.

, there are no bones left, and there are big pits everywhere.

All the officers and soldiers on the front lines of the Japanese army witnessed this horrific massacre. Chief of Staff Kawashima was even more stunned. Such a result may have been expected by him, but Tang Qiuli's strategy was

It was something he had never seen before, but such an eye-opening method was 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. Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the ** Division, was filled with discomfort. After several consecutive days of shelling, he himself

Thousands of large-caliber howitzers were all attacking that earthen trench. Today, it was the turn to fight the Japs, but I had nothing to do. How did this happen?

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, which Zheng Yong looked down upon.

, 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 from behind, isn't that just making the little devils run away?"

Quick cum

Shoot, block the escape route of these bastards, and then hit back from behind, and there is still a way to escape? The impact points are unevenly distributed, lack of training, if my artillery group, this skill, has been covered twice, 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 that doesn't work, why don't you give it a try? It will save you the pain 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, and it’s not worth it for us to use our guns to attack them. They are overqualified and underused, aren’t they?” Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

This was just a small episode in this one-sided battle. The gunfire stopped and the smoke on the battlefield had not dispersed. The attacking troops strictly carried out the orders of the front commander. More than 18,000 Burmese volunteers

None of the team members left the battlefield alive, or in other words, there was not a complete body, not even the wounded, and the cries for help and screams of the seriously injured could not be heard.

The battlefield was suffocatingly quiet, and 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? They didn't even have 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, and when 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 battle formation made out of a mountain out of a molehill? Is it worth deploying so many tanks and infantry against such an opponent?

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 weapon.

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 injured 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 ** 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 in the battle. The battle was so fierce and cruel that he was somewhat surprised.

After a moment of silence, Ito said carefully, "Kawashima-kun, don't pay too much attention to it. Their death in battle is worth it. They sacrificed their lives for the Holy War of the Japanese Empire. They are the most loyal friends of our Japanese Empire.

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 bad they are, no matter how useless they are, 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. After all, it was the money of the Chinese and no need to pay for it from 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 National Army.

Yes, one of our military police units responsible for supervising the battle was also shattered into pieces at the same time, and no one survived."

Ito jumped up suddenly and shouted in disbelief: "Honey? More than 18,000 people did not get a single Army tank in exchange? Kawashima-kun, you read that right? Could it be that these idiots are...

Standing motionless and letting the soldiers of the ** Division kill them one by one like target practice? Baga! Chief of Staff Kawashima, how did you command? You must be responsible for your own stupidity and incompetence!"

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 and let the infantry chase the tanks. How could such a tragedy happen? Oh, and now you are beating me up and asking me how I commanded it. Damn it, you mother, you still want to bully others?"

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