Da www.biquge.info Some paratroopers quickly looked for cover after landing, drew their weapons and fired back at the Japanese troops.

At this time, the Japanese army no longer had an advantage, and at the same time they had to deal with the new paratroopers, and the two sides fell into a melee.

Gunshots rang out in the north-west direction, and a force was approaching. The scrivener box is a bit big, and if it was another Japanese army, this battle really couldn't be fought. It was not easy to stabilize the situation, and if there were enemy reinforcements, it would be impossible to resist at all.

"Company commander, our people!" The little monkey had sharp eyes, and he was the first to see the clues, he was very excited, and he had the confidence to fight this battle.

The heart hanging in the scrivener box was finally put down, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. There are quite a few people in the northwest, and there is enough to have a whole arrangement of troops. The scrivener almost screamed excitedly, such a new force arrived, and there would be no suspense in the battle.

Sure enough, as expected by the scrivener, the addition of this unit made the tide of the battle take a sharp turn, and the Japanese soldiers were instantly defeated. The fresh force of dozens of people against a dozen tired Japanese soldiers can be described as crushing, all kinds of light and heavy weapons are full of firepower, the army swept by, and the bones of the Japanese soldiers were scattered.

At the head was a large man, who spoke slurredly and had a walnut in his mouth. The scrivener knows this person, who is Song Da Tongue, one of the four King Kongs in the gambling boxing circle.

Kong Zhaoqiang and they naturally recognized it, and Old Kong shouted at Song Da's tongue: "Old Song is good, he didn't disgrace us Chinese." ”

Song Da had a solemn expression, glanced at Kong Zhaoqiang, did not speak, and led the troops to continue to crush the surviving Japanese soldiers. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded, and the remaining few were under the encirclement and suppression of all sides, although they were still alive and dead. Of course, they themselves did not want to die, and dragged their seriously injured bodies to retreat desperately to the south.

Directly south, a troop also rushed over, and before the guns could be fired, another troop arrived. As if grasping at a life-saving straw, the Japanese soldiers did their best to organize the defense, trying to hold out until reinforcements arrived. The Allied side increased their firepower, and it was a pity that they could not completely annihilate the enemy with such an advantage.

Suddenly, the troops who had just arrived suddenly opened fire. The bullet penetrated the chest of the Japanese soldier, and all the internal organs were exploded. The Japanese soldiers, who desperately resisted, realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but turn their heads and watch. This unit did not leave much time for the Japanese soldiers to observe, and a dense flood of bullets poured over. The few remaining Japanese soldiers were splashed with blood, and their eyes were full of despair, and it was not their own people who came, but the British, their mortal enemies.

The battle ended abruptly, and the last British soldiers to arrive began to clean up the battlefield, searching the bodies of the Japanese soldiers one by one, trying to find something valuable.

The British soldier's actions made Song Da's tongue very unhappy, what does this mean? Think the credit is theirs?

The scrivener and others are also very unhappy, they have been fighting for the longest time, it can be said that they are nine deaths, and the British soldiers don't even look at them, what is this, look down on people? The old generation didn't pay too much attention to this, and focused on the paratroopers, who suffered the biggest losses in this battle, and lost most of them before they landed.

The scrivener found the words "5307" on the paratroopers, which was the number of a unit. I heard from the Don guards that the 5307 Marauders were an army formed by the Americans, part of the Allied forces, and were said to play an important role in the operational plan for the counteroffensive against Burma. This unit is so famous that even the British respect three points, but they didn't expect to touch a nose in this operation, and they lost most of them before they landed.

The scrivener picked up a wounded American soldier and asked with a little comfort, "Are you alright, American friend?" "He spoke English.

The American soldier looked angry, glanced at the scrivener and did not speak. The guy struggled to get up and went to check on the other paratroopers. The situation of the American paratroopers was not optimistic, most of the casualties were half, many corpses were hanging in the air, the blood had been drained, and the clothes on their bodies were soaked in blood red, which made it unbearable to look at them directly. The soldiers who fell from the parachute rope with a dagger were also heavily wounded, and after a series of fierce battles, only three or five were left to stand up.

The surviving American paratroopers all had sad faces, they had just entered this area, and they were killed before they landed, and they died very aggrieved, and they were targeted by the Japanese army under unequal conditions. The few remaining American paratroopers were in a very depressed mood as they supported each other, and they were excellent soldiers in the United States, and their superiors entrusted them with important tasks to carry out special tasks. Just arrived at the designated area, and the people are almost dead! If this matter is passed back, I don't know if the superiors will go crazy.

The scrivener was sympathetic to these American soldiers and ordered Kong Zhaoqiang to go over and bandage the wounds of the wounded. They were carrying some medicines, which they seemed to be using.

"Chinese get out of here! Don't come near us! The American soldiers roared violently, hostile to Kong Zhaoqiang. Judging by the clothing, this man was supposed to be an officer.

Lao Kong looked at each other at a loss, the Americans spoke English, and he couldn't understand it. But the scrivener understood, and he was a little angry, and it seemed that his kindness was taken as a donkey's liver and lungs. If you have anger in your hearts, don't rush at the allies, you have a kind of going to settle accounts with the Japanese. The scrivener walked up to the American officer and said in English: "Allied friends in the United States, we sympathize with you for the losses, we can also help treat the wounds on your body, and we have medicine here." But please respect yourselves and do not insult my warriors and my country! ”

The American officer stared angrily at the scrivener box and roared: "The Chinese just deserve to die, why are you involved in this operation, do you deserve it?" If it weren't for your presence here, how would our soldiers have died! ”

The scrivener gritted with steel teeth, fucking Americans, is this your logic? What do you mean we shouldn't be here, we're fighting the little devils, who taught you to land here! He suppressed the anger in his heart and said to the American officer: "Allied friends, there is a problem with the logic of your words. It was we who were here first, and you who appeared. If anyone influences whom, it is you who influence us. You have anger in your hearts, don't you want to seek revenge on the Japanese, and don't get angry at us. ”

The American officer glared angrily and rushed forward to grab the collar of the bookcase, because what he had just said hurt his self-esteem too much. A few American soldiers stopped him in the back, muttering words of persuasion. These people are not all fools, and the casualties of their companions really cannot be relied on on the Chinese soldiers.

The five remaining U.S. soldiers were all wounded, and every movement touched the wounds, and blood gushed out, soaking through their clothes.