"Are you coming?" The first rays of the morning sun slanted into the woods, and a deep voice sounded in a bush, where Yan Wudao, clad in camouflage nets and holding a Garand rifle, lay here. The pursuit of the Japanese army for several days consumed too much physical strength of the mercenaries, and this hill was the last barrier of Lashio, and Yan Wudao and the 300 mercenaries behind him were the vanguards, and they were tasked with engaging the enemy first.

The lookout post standing on the branch made a vague gesture, the sun had already come out, but the shadow of the Japanese army had not yet been seen, and everyone, including Yan Wudao, could only choose to wait, and the Japanese army from Taunggyi could only go here to Lashio. "Pap" "Pap" "Pap" Just as Yan Wudao and the others were waiting for the Japanese army to appear, the Japanese army who had captured the commanding heights was shooting the black-clad Burmese guerrillas who intercepted them with rifles.

In the eyes of the Japanese army, the black-clothed Burmese in the open field were no different from live targets, but the distance of 100 meters was as simple as eating and drinking for the old veterans of the Japanese army. Perhaps the most bitter battle the Japanese had fought since they marched north from Taunggyi to Lashio, the officers who commanded the battle did not use mortars and grenadiers to bombard the Burmese in the open field. "Pap" "Pap" Japanese veterans fired no bullets, and every time a gunshot was fired, there would always be a Burmese man in black who fell to the ground and could not be shot, and in an instant, dozens of Burmese corpses and wounded appeared on the open ground.

"Kill to give" Seeing that there were not many Burmese below, the officer commanding the battle finally drew his command knife and ordered a charge, and more than 300 Japanese soldiers rushed down the mountain bag with rifles and rushed towards the Burmese in the open field. "Coming, coming" Ned Win, who was lying on his stomach in the grass covered with thick grass, looked at the Japanese soldiers who were approaching here, and muttered silently, the Japanese soldiers who rushed down the mountain pack were getting closer and closer to the bush that was used as a marker, and Ne Win's finger was on the trigger of the machine gun, waiting for the order to start the battle.

The Burmese guerrillas, who had taught simple training to mercenaries, were no longer natives who only used earthen guns to hunt in the mountains, and in this open field with heavy casualties, there were seven machine gunners like Ne Win in disguise. The officer in command of the team equipped each machine gunner with a Japanese light machine gun and four magazines, and their task was to use the four magazines as quickly as possible after the battle order was issued, and then retreat along the established route.

A burst of submachine gun fire rang out in the open field, and Ne Win pulled the trigger of the machine gun almost reflexively. The tongue of fire that burst out of the grass rushed into the formation of the Japanese army, where was there any cover in the open field where the weeds were only below the ankles, and the Japanese troops who had just shot the Burmese on the mountain bag became the target of slaughter at this moment, and 7 powerful machine guns blocked their way, and it was difficult for them to break through this machine gun fire net with only bolt-action rifles.

Ignoring everything, the rain of bullets swept through all the "obstacles" that stood in their way, and the Japanese soldiers who were hit by the bullets could only twist and twitch their bodies in the dense rain of bullets, and before the corpses hit the ground, they had already been beaten into a bloody sieve by the bullets. The sudden rain of bullets caught the Japanese soldiers off guard, and those Japanese soldiers who reacted quickly and lay on the ground could not escape the fate of being swept by the rain of bullets, and the weeds that were only below their ankles could not provide them with the necessary cover, as long as they were targeted by machine guns, the end could only be one - death.

"Boom" "Boom" Smoke began to rise from the open ground, and the Japanese soldiers on the mountain pack were using grenadiers to provide cover for their companions below, and a grenadier grenade exploded on the left side of Ne Win, and Ne Win, who was replacing the last magazine, only felt a sharp whistling flash in his ears, and a piece of scattered shrapnel cut off a piece of his left ear. "Da Da" Nedwin, who endured the pain, pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and he still remembered what the officer had said that he could only retreat after firing all four magazines, otherwise half of the 30 kilograms of rice promised to the machine gunners would be deducted.

"Click" the empty gun hangs up, the bullet in the last magazine has also been shot out of the chamber by Ne Win, it is time to retreat, Ne Wen curls up his legs vigorously, and uses his back to push the thick turf covering his body. Like the other machine gunners who were ambushed here, Ne Win was lying on his stomach in a shallow pit 2 meters long and 60 centimeters deep, and his body was covered with thick turf, so as long as the people in ambush below did not move, the Japanese could not find their location.

"Snap" Ne Wen picked up the light machine gun that had already fired all the bullets, and ran wildly, only a few steps away, and a bullet from behind pierced his body. "Plop" Ne Win fell to the ground heavily, the light machine gun in his hand was also thrown out of the distance, and the remnants of the Japanese army who rushed down the mountain bag used the corpses of their companions to build cover, Ne Win's retreat with such a big move happened to be the target of their revenge, it was a Japanese soldier who shot Ne Win, and the bullet just passed through Ne Win's heart, and the Burmese young man who was a mountain man half a month ago paid the price for the 30 kilograms of rice.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang" Only three of the seven machine gunners who were ambushed in the open field were withdrawn, and the remaining four were all shot by the Japanese army, but their lethality was also amazing, and more than 300 Japanese strikers who rushed down the mountain were killed by more than half of the seven light machine guns. Counting the Burmese who were shot dead by the Japanese army in the open field before, the casualties of the Japanese army and the Burmese guerrillas here were about the same, and it should be regarded as a tie.

The ambush of the Burmese brought out the anger of the Japanese army, and the Japanese troops of the two squadrons chased the Burmese who fled in all directions all the way to the north, 5 kilometers away from Lashio, and the 18th and 55th divisions of the combined army did not pay attention to any tactical formation and coordination for the sake of Lashio's food, and ordered their respective troops to speed up and follow the forward troops to kill Lashio. The successive interceptions were all made by the Burmese dressed in black, which made Mutaguchi and Takeuchi think that Lashio's forces were empty enough to intercept them.

"Coming, the Burmese have withdrawn, chasing after about 400 Japanese troops, and their large force has not yet seen it" The lookout post squatting on the branch had not yet made a gesture, and the foot talkers had already received the news of the scout's return from the front.

"Go to a small team, take the withdrawn Burmese to lead the more than 400 Japanese troops to Dongling, our target is a large Japanese army, these forward Japanese troops are brought into the forest and slowly cleaned up" Yan Wudao can't look down on these 400 forward Japanese troops, and they have been ambushed here all night, in order to deal with the Japanese troops in the brigade, only more than 400 Japanese troops want to expose their firepower arrangement, it is simply delusional.

A squad of 50 people led the way out of the hideout to meet the retreating Burmese guerrillas, the east ridge was on their left, a primeval forest, as long as this group of forward Japanese soldiers followed into the forest, their heavy fire weapons would be useless, and the 50-man mercenary team was enough to clean up the 400 Japanese troops. "Contact Haig and tell this Jewish madman that he must not shoot in advance until I have given the order to attack here" Yan Wudao was hiding a Jewish machine gun company less than 100 meters behind them, and a full 30 Browning heavy machine guns and 20 Browning light machine guns were placed there, and the commander was a German Jew named Haig.

It's not the first time to fight with the Jewish forces, but Yan Wudao's heart is still bottomless, especially the guy named Haig always likes to contradict mercenaries, the last time he was in Tengchong, it was because this kid didn't listen to the order to fire in advance, and he was almost killed by a mortar shell from the Japanese army. Haig's blunt Chinese came from the walkie-talkie, this time this stubborn Jew chose to follow orders, because it was Yan Wudao who commanded them, the most trusted person around the boss Zhao Zhi, the cunning Haig knew who he could offend and who he couldn't offend, Yan Wudao obviously belonged to the kind of people he couldn't offend.

The mercenary squad that rushed out of the hidden place diagonally successfully met the Burmese guerrillas who withdrew from the front, and the two teams of people who joined forces turned around and went to Dongling, and the Japanese strikers who were chasing after them also bit their tails and went to Dongling, everything was going in the direction that Yan Wudao was expecting, if nothing else, the Japanese army would suffer a loss this time. "Coming, coming" The lookout post on the branch finally saw the shadow of the Japanese army, the Japanese army was strong, and the scouts who were thrown out by Yan Wudao had already withdrawn from the outer position.

"Ready" Yan Wudao slowly pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, the artillery observer next to the foot soldier was using a telescope to observe the speed of the Japanese army, the ambush point selected by Yan Wudao had already been calibrated by the artillerymen, the observer only needed to report the corresponding coordinates to the rear artillery group according to the Japanese army's marching speed and position, and a British 88 mm 25-pounder field artillery group assembled 5 miles away would undertake the task of artillery bombardment. The wanton looting in Europe and Hitler's gifts gave Zhao Zhi a lot of European-style weapons in his hands, and this 88-mm 25-pounder field gun was one of them, and these 30 25-pounder field guns were relied on to defend Lashio.

"Here, the Japanese army is coming, they are all in the hole, they are all in the hole to hide" The lookout post on the branch quickly slipped down, and Yan Wudao and others opened the entrance of the cave and got in. Once the artillery group in the rear fires, this open area will become their main target, and staying on the surface will only cause them casualties, and it is safest to hide in underground shelters with steel roofs.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, are you going to make this thing?" The Artillery Spotter pushed away the mercenaries who were crowded next to the Artillery Mirror, and pressed his eyes to the Artillery Mirror. The battle is about to start, and the artillery observer is the eye of the rear artillery group, and whether it can inflict a large number of casualties on the Japanese depends on the performance of the observer.