"Boom", "Boom", "Dada", the dark night was painted like a spider's web by the bright red ballistics that shuttled back and forth, and the fireballs that burst out from time to time made the eyes of the soldiers fighting at night on both sides flicker. It was already the fourth sneak attack after nightfall, and the Sasaki Wing was firmly blocked in Donghu by the Burmese guerrillas who were not afraid of death, and all the positions taken by the Burmese guerrillas under the cover of artillery fire during the day were taken back by the Burmese guerrillas at night.

In the eyes of Wing Commander Sasaki, the short, dark-skinned Burmese should be easier to deal with than the Shina people, and the Burmese around Yangon fled quickly when they saw the 22nd Division. "Boom" With the sharp whistling of a cannonball across the night sky, a fireball rose again in the position of the Sasaki Wing, and the Burmese on the opposite side also had mortars in their hands.

"It's raining, it's raining" The rain in Burma came without warning, and as the intensity of the rain increased, the warring sides died down almost simultaneously. "Dig a ditch, dig a drainage ditch" The open terrain occupied by the Sasaki Wing was slightly lower than the ground of the Burmese on the opposite side, and the rainwater that gathered into the position of the Sasaki Wing spread down the terrain, and the soldiers had to dig a drainage ditch with their soldiers, thinking of using the drainage ditch to drain the rainwater that had flooded into the position.

As the rain began to fall, the sentries in raincoats were either lying behind their bunkers or patrolling the positions, while the Burmese on the opposite side did not move at all. "Damn the weather" Captain Takada Hikatsuichi, who was lying behind the bunker, muttered a little dissatisfied, and turned his head to look at the fellow villagers lying on his left side, "Taro, do you still have cigarettes?" Give me one, this damn rain is putting me to sleep."

"Takada-kun, don't doze off, the wing commander has been in a bad mood these days, even with our squadron leader, if the officers know that you are sleeping while you are on alert, maybe they will send you to the baggage team to carry the ammunition box" Takego Taro smiled and tucked half a pack of cigarettes into the sleeve of his raincoat and handed it over. The latter took the cigarette and lowered the brim of the raincoat and carefully struck the match, "poof" A strong wind rushed towards him, the match that Koichi Takada had just drawn was extinguished, Taro Takego covered his mouth and snickered, laughing that Hikaru Takada couldn't even strike a match.

"Hmm" a few seconds later, Taro Takego, who sensed that the situation was not good, was just about to ask, when the rope that had been full of muddy water suddenly wrapped around his neck, dragging Taro Takego, who was wearing a raincoat, directly into the boundless rainy night. That is, a few breaths of effort, Takada Koichi and Takego Taro suddenly appeared in front of the guard, and the strange figure on all fours quietly sneaked to the sentry post where Takada Koichi and they were hidden just now, and the black shadow after the fall turned around and pulled the rope tied to the waist, and a rectangular oilcloth package full of muddy water was dragged over.

The dark shadows gathered together opened the layers of oilcloth bags, which contained guns and ammunition, "Beard, you take the catboy, Xiaoliang, and the bald head to the right, and the old bustard, you take the big cow, the second cow, and the wheat to the left, and the others follow me forward." Remember our mission, once discovered by the Japanese army, don't fight with them, and immediately leave the battlefield and retreat" The weapons in the oilcloth bag were distributed, and the black shadows disappeared into the rainy night in three directions. Mo Yo was about half an hour later, and two pillars of light of flashlights suddenly appeared on the position that had just been broken through by the black shadows half an hour ago.

The sound of treading water became a loud sound, and the barefoot Burmese guerrillas of the brigade touched the rain, and the flashlight was the signal, and the Japanese sentries between the two flashlight pillars had long been cleaned up by the black shadows. More than 500 Burmese guerrillas carrying Burmese knives braved the rain to touch the position of the Sasaki Wing, and the perennial life in the mountains and forests made these Burmese guerrillas swift and powerful, and their deliberately bare feet hid the movement when they moved, and when the soldiers of the Sasaki Wing found them, these Burmese guerrillas had already touched the outside of the third line of defense of the Sasaki Wing.

As if an appointment had been made, just when the Japanese troops on the third line of defense were about to shoot a warning, the depth of the "boom" "boom" "boom" Japanese position suddenly exploded, raising two huge fireballs. "Poof" "poof" "poof" "poof" The muddy and barefoot Burmese guerrillas took the opportunity to rush into the third line of defense of the Sasaki Wing and slashed indiscriminately, the single assassination of Japanese soldiers has always been the best in Asia, but it is a pity that it is raining tonight and they are still met with a group of madmen carrying Burmese knives, compared with the Japanese soldiers whose military shoes are covered with mud and slippery feet, the barefoot Burmese are more advantageous.

The slightly curved Burmese knife was full of momentum, and the soldiers of the Sasaki Wing who were slippery under their feet could not resist it at all, and the "boom" and "boom" were several explosions, and a large group of mud splashed up, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, and a large number of Burmese guerrillas rushed out in the rainy night and poured into the position of the Sasaki Wing. There were desperate wrestling people everywhere, screams and howls everywhere, blood splatters everywhere, the Japanese machine gunners who had already loaded their bullets really didn't know where to shoot the bullets in the machine guns, the two sides of the melee were covered in muddy water, and the darkness of the night made it impossible for the Japanese machine gunners to distinguish between themselves and the enemy.

The three flares of "Tong", "Tong" and "Tong" were shot into the air, and the cold light emitted by the flares on the position of the Nakajima Brigade where the melee took place turned a miserable white, and the two sides of the melee were extremely conspicuous under the cold light, and there were at least nearly 1,000 Burmese people wielding Burmese knives and desperately slashing and killing. The Nakajima Brigade was the most powerful brigade in the Sasaki Wing, and their defensive position was on the left flank of the entire defense line of the Sasaki Wing, and the Anqing Brigade, which was closest to them in the middle line, seemed to be unable to rush to help, because there was another series of explosions on the position of the Anqing Brigade.

The Burmese on the Nakajima Brigade did not seem to want to deal with the Japanese troops who were fighting with them at once, and the barefoot men wielding Burmese swords only forced the Japanese to retreat little by little, forcing them to retreat to the rear of the position themselves. "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, don't kill me, I'm not going to fight anymore, I'm going home" One of the young soldiers in Nakajima's brigade finally broke down, watching his companions be beheaded, necked, and limbs cut off by the ghostly Burmese, the young Japanese soldier threw away his rifle and turned around and ran, screaming sharply as he ran.

Collapse is the simplest reaction of fragmentation, when the two sides of the battle are anxious and fighting to the endurance, the first side to riot is always the side that breaks up, because people's fear is contagious, and sometimes fear spreads faster than the wind blows. The first person who had escaped had already appeared, followed by the second, the third, and most of the soldiers on the forward position of the Nakajima Brigade had turned around and fled. The Burmese guerrillas, wielding Burmese knives, drove the scattered Japanese soldiers backwards like sheep, and in front of them were the machine-gun battlefields of the Nakajima Brigade, and if they were breached, the positions of the Nakajima Brigade would be completely destroyed.

The machine guns hidden in the dark night finally began to burst into fire, and a series of bullets shot a few meters in front of the scattered soldiers. "Gaba, don't retreat, resist them and go back to fight" Captain Nakajima Kojiro drew his command knife and first hacked to death the young soldier who fled first, and then carried the bloody command knife and ordered the soldiers who broke back to fight back on the spot. "Boom" "Boom" The gunners of the infiltrator squad, who had been waiting for a long time, fired mortar shells at the machine gun positions of the Nakajima Brigade, and the burst of gunfire was the best coordinate guidance.

"Captain Nakajima was killed" After a series of explosions, not to mention the machine gun position, even the captain Nakajima Kojiro, who was standing majestically in the muddy water with a command knife just now, disappeared, and the half of the corpses in the crater in the muddy water had already given the answer, and their captain was killed by the mortar shell just now. "Retreat to the right, we will join the Anqing brigade" The remaining soldiers who were still alive retreated to the Anqing brigade defense line in the middle under the command of a second lieutenant, as long as they could enter the defense line of the Anqing brigade alive, they would be safe.

"Open fire" A burst of gunfire suddenly erupted in the dark night, and a torrential rain of bullets rushed towards the group of Japanese soldiers who were fleeing in the muddy water. "Tong", "Tong", "Tong" and "Tong" were shot into the air again, and I don't know when, several machine guns appeared at the junction of the defense line of the Anqing Brigade and the Nakajima Brigade, and the defeated soldiers of the Nakajima Brigade were within the range of the machine guns at this time. The mercenary operating the machine gun tightly held the butt, his body shook rhythmically with the shooting of the machine gun, and the hot bullet casings fell into the muddy water, and the bullets that pierced through the Japanese army's body fell into the muddy water unabated, and the strings of muddy water splashed were actually blood-red.

The battlefield was full of shouts and killings, and after the position of the Nakajima Brigade was breached, the positions of the Anqing Brigade and the Kamigawa Brigade, which had exploded continuously, also appeared in a melee situation, and Sasaki, the wing commander who controlled the reserves, did not know what to do. The roar of the chariot sounded, and the only four light chariots in Sasaki's wing rushed out, and Sasaki, who was in chaos in his head, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, maybe it was a good idea to send the chariot up at this time.

The rampage of the chariot decided the situation of the battle, and the Burmese guerrillas wielding Burmese knives obviously knew the power of these four iron guys, and as soon as the chariots appeared, the Burmese guerrillas quickly dispersed and retreated, not giving the Japanese chariots a chance to bombard and shoot at all. The appearance of the "Da Da" tank distanced the Japanese army from the Burmese guerrillas, and the Japanese machine guns began to join the battle, but unfortunately these barefoot Burmese retreated at about the same speed as when they came, and the machine gun bullets fired by the Japanese were almost as accurate as seeing them off.