On the outskirts of Yangon, the battle to lure and annihilate the Burmese volunteers was carried out in full accordance with Tang Qiuli's prediction, and these Burmese traitors, who were half crazy and half under the coercion of the Japanese military police, chased them too far, and they did not even have a chance to turn around and flee back to the residential area to avoid death.

Dense rain of bullets, dusty, gunfire can not be counted, only the roar of the wind, within a few minutes, layers of Burmese volunteer team members' corpses, on the ground on the ground, splashed blood and broken pieces of flesh, the Burmese volunteer team members who fell behind are full of faces, survival instinct, use, they turned around and ran back.

What made these Burmese traitors even more frightened was that they found that the soldiers of the Imperial Army ran faster and earlier than themselves, and of course the military police of the Imperial Japanese Army was a strictly trained division with rich combat experience, and they had many tricks with the troops of the Independent Division.

In addition, the Japanese military police supervision team was originally at the rear, running back, of course, taking a big advantage, the dense rain of bullets like flying locusts were all consumed by the Burmese volunteers, with this layer of meat shield to block the fatal bullets, the imperial soldiers did nothing, as soon as the gunfire in front rang out, the imperial soldiers turned around and ran, reflecting their amazing speed and individual soldiers.

Feng Jiwu, who was engrossed in observing the battlefield, sneered, "Want to run? Dream on! "Order, tank troops, artillery regiments of all brigades, to carry out blocking and artillery bombardment, be sure to leave any bullshit Burmese volunteers and the little devils behind me, none of them can be let go!"

The tank, which had retreated behind the infantry, was no longer silent, the turret slowly turned, the muzzle of the gun raised, and with a dull loud bang, the low-trajectory shell, with a scream that pierced the air, swept over the heads of the Burmese volunteers. It fell on the heads of the Japanese military police, and at this time, the neighing sound of metal projectiles piercing the air was also heard overhead, at the same time as the tank shells fell. The shells that flew from the rear plunged headlong into the pile of Japanese military police.

The fire was glittering, the earth was flying, and shrapnel was flying, and on the road where the Japanese military police and Burmese volunteers retreated, a sea of fire and whistling shrapnel formed a web of death, and all living creatures approached this web of death. Without exception, they were torn to pieces, and the sky was covered with blood and broken limbs, mixed with the smoke of gunpowder, spread on the outer positions of Yangon.

The Burmese volunteers were covered with explosives, which exacerbated the disaster, and a shell fell, detonating the explosives on their bodies, exerting the effect of several shells, after a loud bang. Where the fire and smoke began, there were no bones left, and there were large pits everywhere.

All officers and enlisted men in the front-line positions of the Japanese army. Having witnessed this horrific massacre, Chief of Staff Kawashima was even more dumbfounded, such a result may have been expected by him, but Tang Qiuli's style of play was something he had never seen before, but such an eye-opening way was too cruel. It was so cruel that Major General Kawashima's mouth was full of bitterness, and his throat and eyes were dry.

At the same time, the commanders at all levels of the independent division were also in their respective command headquarters, watching this one-sided annihilation battle, Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the independent division. It's not a taste to be full of heart, after several days of shelling, thousands of large-caliber howitzers hit the moat, today, it's the turn to fight the little devils, but there is nothing to do with themselves, what's the matter?

To tell the truth, after the independent division set up an artillery headquarters, all large-caliber artillery was under his own command, and the artillery regiments of the corps brigades were at best some small and medium-caliber artillery and mortars.

Zheng Yong observed the battlefield with a high-powered artillery mirror, and shouted in his mouth, "This cannon is really stinky, lacks professional standards, and it is a row of artillery, isn't that running with the little devil?" Shoot sharply first, block the retreat of these bastards, and then, fight back from behind, and a run? The impact points are unevenly distributed, lack of training, if my artillery group, this kung fu will cover it twice, tsk! ”

The staff officers and communicators of the artillery commander, listening to where the commander was talking to himself, shaking his head and patting his legs, couldn't help but steal fun, but they were all used to it, the commander was like this, he couldn't fight a battle, and he felt uncomfortable, Zheng Yong suddenly turned around and said to his subordinates: "You say, our artillery points out four artillery groups, in two directions, and fires one-third of the base number of shells, can the division commander approve it?" ”

The head of the artillery command technical department said: "Commander, can you try?" It also saves me from watching others fire and itch in my heart," Zheng Yong glared at him and said, "Do you want me to go and be trained?" Besides, just a few little devils and two devils, let's do it, it's not worth it, it's overkill, isn't it? Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

This was just a small episode in this one-sided battle, the gunfire stopped, the smoke of gunfire on the battlefield had not yet dispersed, the attacking troops strictly carried out the orders of the previous commander, and none of the more than 18,000 Burmese volunteers left the battlefield alive, or rather, not a single intact corpse, not even the wounded, and the cries for help and screams of the seriously injured could not be heard.

The battlefield was suffocatingly quiet, and the end of the battle was as abrupt as it had begun, but in just over thirty minutes, the battle was over.

The soldiers of the Niangziguan Garrison Corps and the 29th Corps looked at the battlefield with cold eyes and disdain, such a battle was not challenging at all for the troops of the main field corps, and it was not even the least training to see what kind of guys they fought, and they did not even have the most basic training, and during the entire battle, the participating troops of the independent division were not even counterattacked.

This battle was fought exhaustively, more than 18,000 live targets, as soon as the guns rang out, they exposed their backs and were beaten, from North China to Burma, they had never met such pus-filled little devil troops, and the formation put on by the brigade commander was not a big fuss? Is it worth sending so many tanks and infantry to such an opponent?

In fact, the soldiers don't know that what they are fighting is a rabble composed of Burmese traitors, bullying ordinary people and mutilating the Chinese, that is an absolute master, if it comes to fighting, even rookies are not as good, plus Ito has the idea of one-time use, doomed the Burmese volunteers to be cannon fodder, the Japanese did not take these Burmese traitors as people, just a dog!

More than 18,000 members of the Burmese Volunteer Corps were wiped out, not even a single wounded ran back, the sound of gunfire had subsided for a long time, and the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield had gradually dispersed.

In a heavy tone, he said: "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, the troops of the Independent Division, the attack on the periphery of Yangon has stopped, all retreated, and our defense line is still in the hands of the Imperial Army," Kawashima used the attack to stop, not to repel it, he could only say this, the whole process of the battle, Kawashima witnessed it with his own eyes, and he absolutely believed that as long as the tanks of the Independent Division continued to advance, what was lost today was probably not only the outer trenches, but also the first line of defense on the outskirts of the city. ”

On the other end of the phone, Kawashima clearly heard the voice of Commander-in-Chief Ito breathing a sigh of relief, and Ito said: "Kawashima-kun, you have worked hard, we successfully blocked the attack of Tang Qiuli's troops, it seems that those Burmese volunteers still played a certain role, right, Kawashima-kun, how many tanks of the independent division were destroyed?" ”

Kawashima swallowed and foamed, "Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, I was about to report this to you, in the battle that just ended, the Burmese Volunteers were completely annihilated," Ito paused, obviously surprised by the news, more than 18,000 people, all killed, the battle was so fierce and cruel, he was somewhat surprised.

After being silent for a while, Ito said carefully, "Kawashima-kun, don't worry too much, their death is worth it, they sacrificed their lives for the holy war of the Great Japanese Empire, they are the most loyal friends of our Great Japanese Empire, about the aftermath, you deal with it specifically, to reflect the sincere care of the Imperial Army for your friends, and also, the air force has dispatched planes, and their deaths are very valuable!" ”

In Ito's view, more than 18,000 people, no matter how poor or straw bales, should be able to kill hundreds of tanks of the independent division, and the value of their death is not only that, the Burmese volunteers successfully dragged the tank units of the independent division, and won opportunities and precious time for the aviation team to rush to the battlefield, so it is necessary to be more generous, anyway, it is the money of those Chinese, and there is no need for the empire to pay for it.

Moreover, Ito considered a deeper layer, the Imperial Army made such a gesture, which would attract and inspire more Burmese people to devote themselves to the imperial holy war, and become the most loyal friends and allies of the Imperial Japanese Army.

But Kawashima's words shattered his good wishes, and Kawashima continued with great effort: "Commander-in-chief, all the Burmese volunteers were killed, but they did not destroy a single tank of the independent division, and one of our military policemen who was responsible for supervising the battle was also shattered at the same time, and no one survived. ”

Ito jumped up and shouted in disbelief, "Hani? More than 18,000 people, not in exchange for a tank of a separate division? Kawashima-kun, you read that right? Could it be that these fools stood motionless and let the soldiers of the independent division shoot targets one by one? Yaga! Chief of Staff Kawashima, how did you command? You are responsible for your stupidity and incompetence! ”

Kawashima was even aggrieved and angry, and almost cried, "This fucking has nothing to do with the command, even if you Ito came in person, it wouldn't be a good thing, if it weren't for your fucking stubborn order to keep the original plan unchanged, let the infantry chase the tank, how could such a tragic thing happen, oh, now you are beating me upside down and asking me how I commanded, fuck your mother's, how do you want to bully people?" ”

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