"Platoon commander, look over there!"

Just when they were pinned down in a corner and unable to move, a half-track armored vehicle suddenly appeared on the opposite street corner, followed by a large number of heavily armed soldiers.

"あそこに敵がいて! 攻撃する! ”

"火をつける!"

The devils upstairs also discovered the situation and immediately shifted their firepower, and the ink-like bullets clanged on the armored car, but the half-track car was not afraid to move forward, and the thick barrel of the car slowly raised and pointed to the roof

"The first platoon strikes forward to quickly engage the enemy, the second platoon covers the fire, and kills them in five minutes!"

"Yes!"

This group of people was the three regiment assault battalion led by Hong Mu, he half-squatted behind the low wall and commanded the battle in an orderly manner, and the surrounding soldiers immediately launched an attack formation without dragging mud and water.

Rumble!

The 75 anti-tank guns on the half-track armored car immediately opened fire, and the shells instantly smashed the machine-gun fire points on the roof of the building into pieces, thick smoke billowed and the concrete walls were blown in all directions.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the soldiers quickly charged forward, and the three MG3 machine guns in the rear spewed out several fire snakes, and the rest of the soldiers also used their weapons to build a terrifying and dense barrage at the same time.

The two groups of bazooka squads leaned near the watchtower, they loaded the shells in a hurry, and in the scream, the two rockets accurately hit the windowsill that was still blazing, and a large number of broken glass and blood droplets flew out, and the whole watchtower was crumbling, as if it would collapse at any time.

The commandos in the charge were agile, moving forward while alternating cover, and the tactical evasion maneuvers were used perfectly, and it didn't take long to approach the watchtower, and the soldiers didn't talk nonsense, dozens of grenades were thrown in like dumplings, like firecrackers, and they exploded non-stop.

Hong Mu came out of the low wall and nodded approvingly, he was still quite satisfied with the performance of his subordinates, if it weren't for the fact that there were no tanks around him, he wouldn't be happy to let people rush in, and directly fired a volley at the watchtower, even if the little devil had a tight defense, it would turn into a pile of powder.

The group of troops stationed in India next to him was dumbfounded, and in less than five minutes the defenders on the watchtower were completely cleared, this group of people was extremely experienced in tactical movements, and they did not care about the consumption of ammunition at all, and they did not waste a second of time where they could be covered by firepower.

"Platoon commander, this... Which unit are these people from, what... Why are you so violent? One of the soldiers couldn't help but ask, staring straight at the armored car with the cannon.

The platoon commander swallowed his saliva and was about to speak, but he saw the leading officer of the other side wave his hand, and several soldiers carrying iron cans on their backs immediately ran forward and sprayed at the ruins.

Nima also has a Pyro??

The platoon commander was completely messy, and he originally thought that their troops stationed in India were equipped and trained by the Yankees, and they were good enough in terms of strength and hardware, and they must have an unbeatable sense of superiority compared to some friendly troops in China who couldn't even eat enough, but now it seems that it is really a big difference... It's just that the bad side has become himself.

"Hey! Which of your troops is from? ”

The other party's shouting brought the platoon commander back to reality, and he quickly cheered up and replied: "We are from the 113th Regiment of the New 38th Division, dare to ask who your army is...?" ”

"Oh, the Indian Army, we are from the Honorary Third Division! Did you all 38 divisions come in? Hong Mu crossed his waist and shouted angrily, with a pride in his tone.

"Back to the commander, the main force of our division is in the Xiaogang River in the north, and there are still some Japanese there who are stubbornly resisting, and there are about two companies that we have assaulted on this area, and they are being cleaned up one by one." The platoon commander did not dare to slack off when he saw the rank of lieutenant colonel on the other party's collar badge, and hurriedly replied.

Hong Mu nodded and didn't say anything more, he knew that now was not the time to greet him, so he simply dealt with it and left here with his subordinates, there are still many little devils waiting to be cleaned up on the battlefield.

As time went on, the gunfire was decreasing, the city was full of expeditionary soldiers, and the number of Japanese troops was getting smaller and smaller, and the little devils tried their best but could not change the one-sided situation, and Myitkyina had completely fallen.

However, in addition to those madmen who were strapped to explosives and shouting about the board, there were also some Japanese soldiers who were afraid of death who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

The despair is suffocating, these people are quite sober-minded, and some of them are recruits who have just been sent to the battlefield by the base camp, **** has not brainwashed them thoroughly enough, and they did not hesitate to choose the former in the face of the test of life and death.

Anyway, defeat is a foregone conclusion, no matter how much they struggle, it won't help, they don't want to accompany high-ranking officers to the death, there is only one life, and it is not better to survive than anything else?

……

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the remnants of the Japanese army were basically cleared, and a large number of blue sky and white sun flags were erected in the city of Myitkyina, and the northern city of Burma, which had been captured by the Japanese army for more than a year, was finally recaptured by the expeditionary force.

……

Several military jeeps drove into the city, and the roads were full of soldiers patrolling back and forth, as well as corpse collection teams cleaning up the remains.

Liao Mingyu held a cigarette in his mouth and sat in the passenger seat quietly observing the almost ruined city.

Myitkyina, which covers an area of 13 square kilometers north and south and is claimed to be the largest city in northern Myanmar, is actually just a large town of several towns that have more than three floors before the Japanese occupation.

As a transportation hub connecting India, China and southern Myanmar, the permanent population reached more than 200,000 at that time, and there were many overseas Chinese living here, but the Japanese died after coming, and the rest were also captured by the little devils to serve as coolies for building fortifications, and less than one in ten has survived to this day.

"You three regiments have captured a lot of prisoners." Liao Mingyu stretched his waist and asked casually.

Along the way, you can see Japanese prisoners of war with guns pointed at their heads, these pigs and dogs have been disarmed, and they are sitting on the ground with their heads hung down, where is there still the arrogance of the past.

"Back to Junzuo, there are probably more than 300 devils captured, and there should be quite a few on the friendly side."

Chen Jize's eyes were cold, holding the steering wheel in his hand and staring intently ahead, only Liao Mingyu could enjoy such treatment when he was personally escorted by a brigade commander.

"Didn't I tell you that our division doesn't want any prisoners? It's a waste of air to keep this scum. The corners of Liao Mingyu's mouth twitched, and he complained disapprovingly.

Chen Jize raised his eyebrows unconsciously, Junzuo's murderous intent is still so big, but now it is not as good as before, thousands of pairs of eyes are watching, and he has to be cautious about prisoners of war.

"Before I could report to you, General Stilwell had just sent a telegram to the whole army, ordering all the troops to gather all the prisoners of war together for centralized management, and... He was arriving on a military plane from Pavara, India, and asked us to arrive at the 38th Division's garrison on time before 8 o'clock in the evening, saying that there was something important to discuss. ”

Hearing this, Liao Mingyu frowned, and the cigarette he was about to put in his mouth stopped in mid-air.

The Battle of Myitkyina had just ended, and Stilwell was about to gather all the commanders for a meeting, so could the next attack be planned? Even if he wants to, he can't do it according to the current situation of the troops, I really don't know what the hell this old man is going to do.

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