Marven's heart was somewhat depressed, after their two submarines returned from Germany, in addition to daily training, they were hidden according to the orders of the command, if it weren't for the fact that there were some logistics personnel of the umbrella company on the island where the submarines were hidden, Marven and the other combatants would have gone crazy because of loneliness. At the moment, it was easy to have the turn of their submarine to go out, but they didn't want to be taken by the flying team, and their submarine didn't even have a chance to fire.

The four sisters-in-law Japanese ships that anchored in place have been under Marven's surveillance, and if anyone dares to think of taking the opportunity to escape, Marven's torpedoes are not vegetarian. Under the cover of the armored forces, a large number of soldiers of the 1st Independent Division rushed to Rangoon City, and the sound of guns and artillery immediately rang out, and a large number of fireworks rose on the battlefield.

defeated the mixed fleet that the Japanese army rushed to the rescue, and Zhuo Fei was not so worried about the battle in Yangon, after all, the previous performance of the 1st Independent Division was strong enough. The tank that "boomed" and opened fire shook its hull, and a Japanese firepower point dozens of meters away from the tank was blasted into the air in response, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers fell to the ground screaming miserably, and the debris that flew with the explosion hit their bodies like shrapnel.

"Fire, fire, kill them." The continuous firing also caused the machine gun in the tank to be hot and deformed, but the machine gunners in the modified tank had already gone crazy, even if all the spare barrels in the vehicle had been used up, they still switched to rifles and continued to shoot at the Japanese soldiers outside the vehicle. With the roar of tanks and armored fighting vehicles, the Japanese defense line was broken through one after another, and the soldiers of the 1st Independent Division poured into the Japanese position like a tide by relying on the strong firepower.

"Bring all the troops up, there is no need to keep reserves in this situation, and taking Rangoon is our last battle in Burma." Zhuo Fei's voice carried a thick coldness, the battle had become clear by this time, and without the support of the mixed fleet, the remnants of the Japanese army cowering in Yangon City would not be the opponent of the independent army anyway. With the continuous attacks and breakthroughs of the 1st Independent Division, it was only a matter of time before they took Rangoon, and the Japanese army, which had already panicked, wanted to evacuate to Thailand, but had already lost its best driver.

After a short break, the flight team appeared on the battlefield, and compared with the remnants of the Japanese army in Yangon City at this time, the pilots soaring in the air appeared more calm and leisurely. Bombs fell from the sky, and the Japanese positions were shrouded in large groups of smoke and fire, and the Japanese soldiers in the positions had fled backwards one after another, but they did not know that there was no way to escape.

The huge bombers dropped bombs over the Japanese positions with a screeching sound, and the fighters who could not find their opponents directly used large-caliber machine guns to strafe downward. The bullet tracks are like sharp arrows, using sharp arrows to constantly provoke the human body on the ground and in the smoke, causing them to roll in the spiraling smoke and dust. The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground could not withstand the strafing fire from the air, and jumped up one after another, scattering and running in all directions under the attack of the bombers.

The unfavorable situation of the war spread fear like a plague through the Japanese lines, and with the first figure running backwards, a second, third, or even more of them soon appeared, and even the toughest officers of the Japanese army could not stop it for a moment. "Guys, speed up, those guys from the flying team are here to grab food, whether they can eat meat or not, but it depends on our speed and means." The armored soldiers who served as the vanguard howled and accelerated the speed of the attack, and when they encountered the Japanese firepower again, they even chose to run over directly for the speed of the advance.

The Japanese defense line outside Yangon had almost collapsed, and many positions had formed inside the city, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur. By the light of the fire when the cannonball fell and exploded, Jiro Oshima, who had already been drowning in dust, saw more than a dozen figures rushing towards him in front of him. Jiro Oshima struggled to keep his eyes open, and with the help of the firelight, Jiro Oshima finally recognized that it was a group of enemy troops. Instinctively touched the cartridge box on his waist, and in a hurry, Jiro Oshima was already empty in the cartridge on his waist at this time.

"Da da da ......" A tongue of fire suddenly burst out of the crumbling ruins, and Oshima Jiro was overjoyed, he knew that it was a companion hiding in the ruins who was shooting at the group of body influencers on the street. Reluctant to throw away the rifle that had run out of bullets in his hand, Jiro Oshima ran towards the pile of ruins that spewed tongues of fire, and if he could get the bullets, then he and his companions in the ruins could fight back against the enemy troops who rushed into the city.

A loud "boom" came from behind him, and Jiro Oshima, who was pushed to the ground by the air wave, tried to look back, and a broken wall that he didn't want was already exploding into ruins, and three Imperial soldiers in khaki military uniforms had fallen in a pool of blood. Jiro Oshima hesitated in his heart, then got up and ran towards the three injured companions, fortunately, the two sides were not far away, and Jiro Oshima only had to cross the street to get close to the other three.

"Run! Get out of here. A Japanese soldier lying in a pool of blood looked at Jiro Oshima, who rushed towards him, and tried to shout loudly. Boom" was another explosion, and just as Jiro Oshima had already rushed to the middle of the street, a shell hit the broken wall that was already broken, and the three Japanese soldiers who were waving hard at Jiro Oshima immediately disappeared into the fireworks.

Jiro Oshima, who was knocked to the ground head-on by the air waves, roared like a dying beast, tears had already blurred his vision, and after being slightly stunned, Jiro Oshima could only numbly drag the injured leg that had not fully healed and staggered forward. To live! To be able to keep fighting! He had no choice but to abandon his robes.

The pile of ruins that shot the tongue of fire earlier had long since disappeared by this time, and Jiro Oshima could only carefully walk through the ruins of the city with a gun alone. After passing through a few streets, he suddenly saw a figure shaking at the intersection in front of him, and although it was blurred, Jiro Oshima quickly judged that these were enemies from the color of the opponent's military uniform. As the fighting continued, more and more Independence Army soldiers had rushed into the city, relying on stronger weapons and equipment than the Japanese army, and the street fighting of the Independence Army soldiers was impressive.

The Japanese armed expatriates who remained in Yangon had just withdrawn into their underground bunkers under the fierce fire of the Independence Army soldiers, when a storm of shells covered the neighborhood and the wreckage of buildings was reduced to pieces in the raindrops. Such a hot and spectacular scene made Jiro Oshima, who was hiding in the ruins on the street corner, shudder, secretly glad that he didn't hide in those buildings, and a strange feeling of luck filled Jiro Oshima's body.

At this point in the battle, both in terms of strength and firepower, the Independence Army had the upper hand, and in fact, the forward troops of the 1st Independent Division had already launched an attack on the whole line of Yangon City. Observing Fang's movements with a monocular, Yan Xiguang, who had already broken into the city, saw a black-gray figure faintly appearing in the ruins of the street in front of him. A large group of Japanese soldiers, already physically and mentally exhausted, were dragging their somewhat awkward steps towards their side, and they did not even assault in a skirmish line, but discharged a dense bayonet formation. Seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Xiguang couldn't help but gasp, "The little devil is simply crazy!" ”

Yan Xiguang didn't know that these Japanese soldiers who appeared in a bayonet formation had already made up their minds to break the net, rather than being killed by a bomb in the city or shot like prey by the soldiers of the Independent Army entering the city, it was better to stand up directly and have a duel like a real soldier, even if they died here, at least they had to pull a few cushions first.

Yan Xiguang, who had already put down the binoculars, never gave the order to open fire, and during this period, the Japanese soldiers who were planning to fish to the death were getting closer and closer to this side. "Don't fire! Wait for them to get closer! Ignoring the anxious eyes and rapid breathing of his soldiers, Yan Xiguang directly grabbed a light machine gun and grabbed it in his hand, looking at the Japanese soldiers who were getting closer and closer, Yan Xiguang couldn't help but secretly hold his breath.

Until the distance between the two sides was less than 50 meters, with Yan Xiguang's order, the soldiers of the Independent Army, who had already been ambushed in the ruins on both sides of the street, suddenly opened fire. Several machine guns formed a crossfire net, and the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were knocked down in pieces like wheat harvesting. At the same time, dozens of grenades were thrown from both sides of the street towards the nearest Japanese soldiers, accompanied by the smoke and shrapnel flying in all directions, instantly reaping the lives of dozens of Japanese soldiers.

Yan Xiguang is just a microcosm of the whole battle, with the roar of armored vehicles, more than half of Yangon City has been occupied by the Independence Army, and the desperate Japanese soldiers either choose to commit suicide or choose to come out and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Independence Army soldiers. The sound of gunfire gradually weakened, and although there were still sporadic explosions and gunfire in the city, the forward troops of the Independence Army had already cut through the entire city, and the Japanese troops cowering in the city had no strength to fight again.

"Win, we won, Myanmar is ours." The young staff officers at the headquarters began to cheer, and the news from the city and the reconnaissance planes showed that most of the Japanese troops in the city of Rangoon had been wiped out, and that only sporadic operations in the city were left to search for the remnants of the enemy, in other words, the Independence Army had actually taken control of the whole of Rangoon, which was a sign that the Independence Army had taken control of the whole of Burma.