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Chapter 1633 Overture to the Great Offensive

At the moment when An Yi's order was issued, the fifteen artillery regiments deployed in the rear of Shicomb Wind City concentrated more than 500 120mm caliber howitzers, more than 200 150mm howitzers, and 200 eight-barreled 150mm rocket launchers to launch a fierce artillery attack on the enemy in front of them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the first bomb exploded among the attacking Siamese soldiers with a piercing screech, almost for a moment, the Siamese army turned into a chilling steel "jungle" from the top of the charging arrow to the starting position in the rear.

This jungle is all composed of "shrubs" that are several meters high and more than ten meters high, and the waves of smoke and fire, dust and debris set off by bombs are overwhelming, making people feel like they are in the end of the world.

Huge shells, with great might, smashed large craters several meters deep on the ground, huge rocks, cemented clods of soil, and thick branches were blown into the sky, and in the burst of shrapnel, they were crushed into pieces, and then fell like rain, and then they were blown up by the next shell.

In this hell where gunsmoke and fire are intertwined, countless Siamese soldiers were swept into the air by the power of the explosion in the lightning flashes and flames, torn into sections, with stumps and severed arms mixed with five internal organs and six lungs, and the air was filled with gunpowder smoke and blood. And those Siamese soldiers who narrowly escaped the destruction trembled in the craters that exploded one by one and two meters deep. Most of them, the first time they had been subjected to such intense shelling, their ears and noses were oozing blood, and their faces were shaking uncontrollably, hideously terrifying.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and when the sound of the artillery gradually stopped, it was followed by the sound of the tank chain that made the earth tremble.

Siam and Nanhua are on the southeast coast border, and belong to the extension of the Greater Momei Mountains of Champthaburi and Banta, together with the Biandan Mountains to the north and the Cardamom Mountains to the south, forming a natural dividing line between the two countries. The valley between Siam Prachinfu and Namhua Ssophon has been a major transportation route between the two places since ancient times, and this road is long and narrow, with endless jungles on both sides, palms, pines, cypresses, teak, and ebony trees, and this road is a hard and smooth mountainous area, which is very conducive to the combat of mechanized corps.

The tanks, armored vehicles, and infantry of the An Jia Army were mixed into a group, and the group charge was launched in a black and oppressive manner, and from the Siamese position, as far as the eye could see, all the An Jia troops were pouring in like a tide, and the situation made people feel weak in their legs just by looking at it.

This is definitely not an exaggeration, in order to be able to defeat the claws of Siam stretching out to Nanhua in one fell swoop, occupy the crucial valley from Pobe to Shajiao, and realize the follow-up battle plan, Gu Changfeng only arranged for a surprise attack on the narrow corridor less than five kilometers wide in front of Shisofeng.

Most of these tanks are Wolf and Leopard I tanks, and some Leopard II tanks, they are lined up in seemingly loose queues, echoing back and forth and running over the positions of the Siamese army, which was originally the attacking side. The armored vehicles, armed with 37mm anti-tank guns and a general-purpose machine gun, followed closely behind the tanks and fired on the spot any fish that slipped through the net.

And between the queues of tanks and armored vehicles, those officers and soldiers with automatic rifles, semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns and rocket launchers in their hands behaved even more staggeringly. Gu Changfeng's department was originally a priority unit, and 80% of the team were veterans of the An Jia Army, who had experienced a hundred battles and forgot to die, and the dense fire on the Siamese defense line, as well as the raging fire at the front of the position, could not stop the charge of the An Jia Army infantry at all, and the Siamese battle line was broken through one by one.

The Siamese people seem to have suffered the most terrible nightmare in the world, originally from last night to now, although they have paid great casualties, but all the battles are within the understandable range, but the current battle has long been out of the expectations of the officers of the Siamese army.

The large-caliber howitzers equipped by the Anjia Army have a firing range of up to 10 kilometers, and the Siamese Army, which is poorly prepared for the large-scale artillery bombardment of the Anjia Army, has nearly half of its troops concentrated within the range of the artillery.

A small number of Japanese instructors in the Siamese army organized anti-aircraft artillery to lay down one anti-aircraft gun for flat firing, and the Type 88 75-mm anti-aircraft gun was a great threat to both the Wolf and Leopard I tanks, but it was a little helpless against the Leopard II tanks that increased the thickness of their armor again.

As the tanks and armored combat vehicles of the Anjia Army advanced hand in hand, coaxial machine guns, course machine guns, and anti-aircraft machine guns formed a dense rain of bullets, shooting like water at the frantically fleeing Siamese army.

The dense barrage of bullets fired by tanks and armored vehicles set off bursts of red mist among the Siamese soldiers, and one after another explosions rang out, and the Siamese soldiers were torn apart by grenades, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and when the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the intestines, internal organs, and minced meat of the Siamese people were stained with the chariots.

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In the city of Bangkok, the national sentiment of the Siamese people was thoroughly aroused by the speeches of the government dignitaries in the morning.

Two or three hundred thousand Siamese people walked mightily on the wide and smooth streets, and among them, those who walked in front of the procession held high slogans and shouted slogans loudly, celebrating the victory of the Siamese army in the battle against South China, and vowing to wash away the century-old shame of Siam with the blood of the enemy. It seems that after these people's roar, Siam's international status has increased dramatically, and it has immediately become the hegemon of Indochina.

The Siamese who followed the procession looked excited, carefully planned by the Siamese left-wing party, some carrying glistening woodcutters and cane knives, others harpoons, many more with long, sharpened sticks, and a few with rifles or pistols obtained from nowhere.

The procession became more and more agitated, and some people began to rush out of the queue, carrying machetes to chase down the more obvious Chinese onlookers on the side of the road, and when they saw the shops with Chinese characters written on the signs, some young people with white cloth strips wrapped around their heads rushed up, showing an impassioned look, shouting slogans to hunt down the Chinese shopkeepers and employees, and burning the shops with the looted kerosene.

The Chinese population in Bangkok is mainly concentrated in the Chinese district east of the Chao Pi Ya River.

Since the military group took control of the military and political power in Siam in 32, the parliament passed the "Decree on Demarcating Areas to Prohibit the Residence of Aliens", originally the Chinese were distributed all over the city of Bangkok, engaged in industrial and commercial trade, but with the military group using the army to forcibly relocate, up to now, more than 100,000 overseas Chinese in Bangkok, most of them were driven to live around the Golden Buddha Temple, and soon formed a Chinese district here.

At the corner of the street in the Hua District, behind the messy defense line built with stalls, carriages, furniture, and grain bags, there were dense young men dressed in black and armed with firearms, distributed in the bunkers, roofs, wall feet, and windows of the streets, vigilantly watching the surging crowd, a large number of rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns, pointing at the mob in sight.

"Solemnly warned, those who trespass in the Chinese area will be killed!" A man dressed in black, holding an automatic rifle, said murderously into a megaphone.

These black-clad men were all members of the Hung Xing Society, and they had long been informed to beware of Siamese people taking advantage of the rising national sentiment to take action against the Chinese. When these Siamese people came out of the square in front of the Grand Palace and marched all the way to the Chinese area in an organized way, some members of the society desperately ran to return the letters. The Bangkok branch of the Hung Xing Society had already made a plan of action, and after hearing the warning information, it immediately took action, quickly piling up furniture, horse-drawn carts, and grain bags at the street corners to form a blocking fortification on the street.

In the face of the dense black muzzle of the gun, the mob suddenly calmed down and looked at each other, and the situation suddenly became deadlocked.

In a Chinese school near the Christian Hospital in Bangkok, three kilometers away from Hua District, the teacher who jumped from the podium grabbed the man in black who was panting and broke into the classroom.

"This is the place of saint indoctrination, and it's class time, what are you doing here?"

"Oh no, the Siamese people are gathering and are storming the Chinese area! It is expected that the riot will soon spread here, and everyone should hurry up and evacuate......" The member of the Hongxing Society, who came all the way, had already been misunderstood, and he was not angry, and said with a big gulp.

The reason why I rushed to the school to report the news was to let the students in the school quickly hide in the tunnels, and all along, whenever there was a riot, the Chinese schools that taught Sinology would be the first to be hit and the first to be impacted. With the military clique coming to power, there are now only 52 of the hundreds of Chinese schools in Siam, of which the number of schools in Bangkok has been reduced from 62 to 8, which has naturally become a thorn in the flesh of the Siamese people.

In recent years, with the connivance of the military government, the Siamese people have often launched anti-Chinese riots, which have long made the Chinese living in Bangkok develop the habit of being vigilant at all times.

The teacher listened to the sparse and not dense gunshots coming from outside the classroom, his heart tightened, and he couldn't care about the dignity of the teacher, so he hurriedly organized the students to retreat from the tunnel.

Soon after more than 400 teachers and students of the school hid in the underground passage, the school gate was smashed open, and countless Siamese youths with white turbans on their heads rushed into the school building.

Almost at the same time, the other seven Chinese schools were also set on fire, and black smoke billowed from all over the city.

The once calm and peaceful Bangkok, a city bathed in the light of Buddha, has been shrouded in filth, the streets are full of Siamese youths with machetes, buildings with Chinese, Islamic, Buddhist and European styles, changed color by the black smoke that keeps coming out of them, and groups of Siamese youths on the streets are excitedly carrying the heads of Chinese or Europeans, howling loudly and excitedly, those heads are still dripping blood.

Outside St. Dominic's Church, a white residential area east of Bangkok, a number of white men and a small number of British, French, and American soldiers, under the command of a British naval officer, fought back desperately, and the screams of women and children continued to be heard inside the church.

Outside the church, Siamese youths carrying machetes, sugar cane knives, and sticks kept trying to kill from around the church, but in the face of the bullets, any effort was futile, and the angry Siamese youths kept screaming, cursing, and shouting for foreigners to leave the Siamese land.

Then, I don't know where the Siamese brought two earthen cannons, and they bombarded the church, and the wall of St. Dominic's church collapsed a corner, and several white soldiers who were hiding there to shoot fell in pools of blood. Taking advantage of the chaos, the Siamese rushed over and bloody hand-to-hand combat began. The sheer superiority in numbers crumbled the carefully organized lines of defense of the whites.

Soon, all the Caucasian men were killed, and the Siamese natives looked at the panicked white women, their eyes glowing green, and they screamed and pounced.

"No—please, I can give you the money, and you will spare me and my daughter, okay?"

A richly dressed woman pleaded bitterly, and as she breathed a little excitedly, the pair of squeezed huge ripples on her chest shone with dazzling brilliance, but unfortunately not in the palatial banquet hall, but in the church that had been stormed by thousands of Siamese thugs, and she was greeted by the wild laughter of the Siamesees, the sound of the cloth being torn apart, and the screams of pain as the women struggled.

Jesus, weeping blood on the cross, testified to the evil that was unfolding in the church, but it was clear that God was equally powerless in the face of such atrocities.

Looking at the Caucasian woman who used to be commanding, like a sow wailing and moaning under her body, many Siamese people exuded their energy, and after exuding their energy, they went berserk, wielded a machete, and cut off the beautiful heads that once represented identity and status, and carried them in their hands, showing off everywhere, attracting more imitators.

No one noticed that behind the statue of Jesus, the lens of a video camera was shimming, faithfully recording everything at the scene.

At the corner of the street in Hua District, the members of the Hung Xing Society and the overseas Chinese who were clinging to the barricades built by horse-drawn carriages, furniture, and grain bags looked at the streets in the distance with some astonishment, and the Siamese who were excitedly brandishing their knives to chase and kill the Caucasian people as if they had been beaten with chicken blood -- the Siamese people, who had always been peaceful and cowardly, would actually chase and cut down the Europeans.

From time to time, some white people covered in blood fled into the Chinese area with their families, just as in the past few hundred years, when the indigenous anti-Chinese riots were in various parts of Nanyang, there were always some Chinese who did not hesitate to flee into the white people's houses in order to save the lives of their families. However, compared to those white people who took advantage of the fire to rob, these white people who fled into the Chinese area did not suffer any extortion.

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

The blonde and blue-eyed James is a correspondent of the British "Times" in Bangkok, and he keeps thanking the Chinese who bandaged the wounds of their daughters. James's wife had been hacked to death by the natives in the riots, and with hatred at this time, he vowed to make the Siamese blood pay for it.

"Porphyry—"

At the north entrance of the Chinese area, the general-purpose machine gun let out a roar of tearing cloth, and forty or fifty thugs armed with machetes who tried to attack the Chinese area were torn to pieces by the dense bullets. Then the Siamese pushed the earthen cannon again, but this time they were faced with mortars of various calibers, and before the Siamese earthen artillery could be erected, several 120mm caliber mortar shells fell into the crowd of people operating the earthen cannons, making an earth-shattering sound, and everything with the people and cannons was reduced to fragments.

This burst of machine-gun fire and artillery shells frightened the Siamese, and they had to separate some of them to watch the entrances and exits of the Hua District, and then go to other places to vent. After all, Bangkok is so big, although most of the Chinese have migrated to the Chinese area, there are also many Chinese stranded in various parts of the city for various reasons, and they have naturally become the best catharsis objects.

At this time, the city of Bangkok was completely in chaos, and Siamese people armed with machetes and sugar cane knives robbed every place worth robbing from house to house, rape, robbery, and massacre, and began to spread inside and outside the city.

A mob on the street set fire to looted shops, and then Siamese people with knives shouted outrageous slogans such as "Kill the Chinese, burn them, these Chinese dogs" and "Return the ancestral heritage plundered by the Chinese".

At this time, when the four overseas Chinese who were chased and cut down were desperately running to the corner of the street, they suddenly found that more than ten Siamese people were rushing across the street, and the middle-aged overseas Chinese looked at the wife whose forehead was cut by the tip of a knife, and the wife's face was covered with blood, and the beautiful daughter who combed her short hair to her ears and wore a blue dress and black dress had a desperate look in her eyes, and her eleven or twelve-year-old son was holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand, glaring angrily at the thugs who were getting closer and closer.

The woman looked at the exhausted man, then turned her head and looked around in front of and behind her, hey, there was no way to escape.

The woman's heart was sour, patted the ashes on her body, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to her husband, and then looked at a pair of children with tears in her eyes, hugged them tightly, and whispered something.

The man with the kitchen knife in his hand gritted his teeth tightly, with tears in his eyes, and did not say a word.

At this moment, the kind-faced woman suddenly pulled out a bamboo bun from the hair piled up on the back of her head, and stabbed her daughter in the neck fiercely, and the crimson blood gushed out, and the light blue clothes were instantly dyed red. The beautiful girl, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, did not scream, but looked at her parents with tears in her eyes, and her weak slender hands gently touched her brother's forehead.

When his sister's hand fell, the boy did not cry, but just held the stick tightly in his hand. The woman who was like a lost soul glanced at her husband, who had not said a word, then looked at her son, and stabbed her own throat with a hairpin again, and the woman lying in a pool of blood looked at her son, wanting to say something, but she was speechless, and the blood foam gushed out along the hairpin inserted in her throat, rolling down, and gathering into a stream.

The middle-aged man had a sad face, but he still didn't say a word, and it was better for his wife and daughter to commit suicide than to fall into the hands of those thugs.

"Kill, son! Let's kill all these thieves! Kill one is enough, kill two and earn! ”

Looking at the thugs who were getting closer and closer, the middle-aged man shouted, waved the kitchen knife in his hand, and accelerated towards the thugs.

"Bang Bang-"

A dense burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, and the rioters who had gathered were beaten by a rain of bullets and howled, and after leaving dozens of corpses, they quickly fled.

The middle-aged man's feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground, and the young man was holding a stick and breathing greedily.

A team of more than fifty men in black appeared on the street corner, with more than a hundred frightened old and young people behind them. Several black-clothed youths with automatic rifles quickly rushed to the father and son, and one of the leaders glanced at the poor mother and daughter on the ground, shook his head, showed regret, and then said:

"Dude, the riots are raging in the city, we need to get out of here quickly...... Don't worry, the search and rescue team sent by our Hongxing Society, I will take you to the Hua District now, where there are thousands of guns and a large amount of food and supplies, which can ensure safety for the time being. ”

The middle-aged man perked up when he heard this, stood firmly, held his son's hand steadily, and quickly followed the team. As for the bodies of wives and daughters, they must be recovered only after the situation is brought under control, and priority must be given to ensuring the lives of the living at all times.

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"No, we must mobilize the army to suppress the riot!"

The Marquis of Siam's Prime Minister, Pai Feng's face turned pale, and he said loudly: "If the riots continue to develop, the good reputation we have so hard won in the West will be ruined!" ”

"However, our front line is being attacked by the superior forces of the An Jia Army!"

Phibun. Song Kan gritted his teeth and said: "The French and Japanese have lied to us, they say that the main forces of the An Jia army are concentrated in Mongolia and Central Asia, but now what is the army that suddenly appeared to attack us? There is also the overwhelming shells reported by the front-line generals, and even I can clearly hear the screaming of the shells in the microphone, so you can imagine how much pressure there is on the front! I'm worried that the troops in front won't be able to hold ......"

The Marquis of Pat Feng's real name is Piye. After the successful coup d'état in June 32, King Rama VII was forced to knight on a large scale. He was proud of the title of Marquis of Pai Feng and was always called Marquis of Pai Feng to show his contribution to the democratization of Siam.

Marquis Paifeng asked with some confusion: "What is the matter with the failure of the front line and our suppression of the riot?" ”

Phibun. Song Kan smiled coldly: "Most of the people who are participating in the riots now are the 'Youth Party', the 'Greater Siamese Party', the 'Siamese Blood Group' and other domestic ethnic radical organizations and political parties, and they are the staunchest supporters of our military regime. ”

"This—"

Beads of sweat oozed from Marquis Paifeng's forehead: "However, now those mobs are attacking the white people's churches and residential areas, if it weren't for our army protecting the embassy area, I'm afraid those mobs would have stormed the embassies of Britain, France, the United States and other countries!" Now the Foreign Ministry has received dozens of phone calls, and the British, American, and French governments have all expressed concern about the unrest in Bangkok. Paper can't contain fire, and once the massacre is exposed, we're done! ”

"But what if we put all this on the Chinese?"

Phibun. Song Kan stood up and walked to the window, and in the square in front of the building, there were still countless people gathered. Phibun. Song Kan pointed outside and said: "We can infer that the Chinese in Bangkok wanted to instigate a counterattack launched by their compatriots in Shimofeng, and then there was a riot, anyway, there is no proof of death, who can prove that it was our people who did it?" ”

Marquis Pafeng was dumbfounded: "There are many people who have fled into the embassy area, and they have witnessed everything ......"

Phibun. Song Kan smiled coldly: "Then even the embassy district will be destroyed together!" ”

Marquis Pat Feng was paralyzed with fright, and muttered in his mouth: "Crazy, crazy......"

Phibun. Song Kan glanced at Marquis Feng contemptuously, strode to the telephone, and dialed the phone of his henchman: "I am Pibun, I order now, the twentieth division, the twenty-first division, go out now, the goal is ......"