The time came in mid-June, and on the battlefield of Yangon, a week had passed since the general offensive launched by the 88th Army, but the brutal street fighting continued.

The two main regiments of the Honor 3rd Division have taken several streets in Beicheng District, and the armored brigade and the 200th Division have also taken control of the West Gate and are gradually advancing inward.

However, the 50th Division, which should have been united a few days earlier, met with stubborn resistance in the east, and the Japanese penetrated straight into the rear through the tunnels, and the positions they had captured were suddenly recaptured by the enemy, and the vanguard was attacked from both sides and suffered heavy casualties.

Don't look at the fact that the Japanese army was severely hit by poison gas bombs a week ago, but their combat base is there, and tens of thousands of troops cannot be annihilated by annihilation.

Even tens of thousands of pigs have enough for the soldiers of the 88th Army to catch on for a few days, not to mention the little devils who are desperate and jump over the wall.

The Japanese army passed through many ring fortification groups, and then used the support between the tunnels and buildings as a cover, so that the attacking team could not move forward.

I don't know why the little devils like to dig holes so much, those bunkers and traffic roads are like rabbit holes, and they are often taken by the Japanese army at night.

The large-scale street fighting is the soldier's will to fight and the close cooperation between the teams, which is not much different between the two sides, and the soldiers of the 88th Army have strong firepower and armored troops as a support, and they are not afraid to face the firepower of the little devils.

But the Japanese are not vegetarians, and everyone knows that if they don't fight hard in this final decisive battle, what awaits them is a dead end, and even if they fight with their lives, they must hold the front.

In the past few days, the suicide attacks of the devils have emerged one after another, and they even pretend to be corpses on the ground, quietly waiting for the attacking team to approach, and then pull the explosive bags on their bodies and pounce on the crowd to die together.

This kind of behavior can always kill many people by them, so that the soldiers in the back have to shoot another round when they see the corpses on the ground, so as to avoid the situation of "cheating the corpse".

The little devils will also set up the battle defense guns at the hidden point at the corner of the street, and the gun body is covered with camouflage, and they will not fire the artillery when they see the enemy infantry coming, and will not hesitate to shoot when the armored car or tank arrives.

The frontal armor of the Sherman tank was fully capable of withstanding the blows of anti-aircraft guns, but the sides or tracks could not block 37 mm armor-piercing shells at close range.

Although it may not be scrapped after a single shot, there is still a high probability that it will cause casualties or temporary incapacitation of the crew, not to mention the thinner armored infantry fighting vehicles.

The tactical guidelines of the soldiers of the armored brigade stipulate that soldiers must maintain a coordinated advance when fighting with armored vehicles or tanks, and must not leave people or vehicles.

Therefore, the Japanese army's behavior of putting bayonets on the cannon would be counterattacked by a large amount of fire after the fire was fired, and all the artillery crew members went to see Amaterasu in an instant.

But they feel that it is worth exchanging a cannon for an armored car or tank, at least this kind of one-for-one efficiency is much better than holding an explosive bag or holding a "Taijun Happy Stick" to impact the crowd of opponents' infantry and tans, because the soldiers of the 88th Army who have been fooled a few times will not let the devil get close at all.

Street fighting... It is worthy of being the most terrible battlefield in the history of world warfare, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a meat grinder for soldiers, even if there is a certain gap in strength between the enemy and us, it will be infinitely narrowed by this complex battlefield environment.

In the face of the frenzied resistance of the little devils, the soldiers were not to be outdone, and the front-line attacking troops used various powerful street fighting weapons such as white phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, and fire-breathing armored vehicles to kill and injure the enemy's living forces.

In order to avoid excessive casualties among the troops, the first main force regiment of the 3rd Division and the mobile regiment of the 200th Division were the first to attack and were withdrawn and replaced with new forces.

But the casualty toll is still soaring, with the wounded constantly being brought down from the front lines, and the field hospitals at the front are packed.

……

"Ahh

"Ahh It hurts! ”

Loud shouts continued, the hospital was full of wounded people waiting to be rescued, and medical staff were so busy that their feet were flying.

"Hemostat!"

"Give..."

"Ready for stitching, plus two more bags of plasma!"

In a certain operating room, a tall doctor is operating methodically, and compared with his figure of more than 1.9 meters, the other assistants seem a little birdy.

The sweat on the gold-rimmed glasses slipped down drop by drop, and the assistant kept wiping it with a towel to help him, but it didn't affect the movements of his hands at all.

This person is Li Lei, the director of the field hospital of the army, even if he is in a high position, he insists on treating the wounded on the front line, and his superb surgical skills have saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers since the war in Burma.

"Get out of the way!"

"Doctor, quick! Save us, sir! ”

At this time, a group of soldiers covered in blood hurriedly broke into the hospital compound.

They were also carrying a stretcher, on which lay the man who was already a blur of flesh and blood, with a severely burned left arm, a blackened face that could not be seen clearly, and almost no good parts of his body.

The pain distorted his face, his teeth clenched and twitched, and he would have fainted from the pain if he were an ordinary person.

I saw that the second lieutenant at the head grabbed a young doctor passing by, and spoke eagerly: "Doctor! Help our company commander! ”

The young doctor had to stop and lean down to examine it carefully, and the wounded man was very seriously injured.

The worst thing was that his left thigh was blown off, and the remaining charred black flesh was stuck to the broken fabric on his pants, and only a tight tourniquet could barely stop the gushing blood...

Under normal circumstances, he may have died a long time ago, or perhaps it was because of his tenacious vitality and willpower that he made it to the hospital.

"No, it's too badly injured, it's hopeless, let's treat it as a category C casualty, come, come here, give him a morphine injection first..."

The young doctor shook his head, he had seen a lot of this situation, and he basically couldn't save it, even if he was sent to the operating room, there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to get off the operating table.

Not to mention the waste of medicine and manpower, it also affects the treatment of other wounded, so generally speaking, it will not be prioritized.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with the young doctor's approach, but the second lieutenant in the lead was anxious on the spot.

I saw him put his arms around the doctor's neck, took out a pistol and immediately put it on the other party's chin, and yelled, "What the fuck are you talking about!" If you don't save you when you die, don't you!? If our company commander can't save us, I'll be the first to kill you! ”

The soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield were all murderous and unapproachable, and the young doctor had never seen this battle, and his face was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he was carried like a chicken.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down! ”

Hearing someone next to him scolding, the second lieutenant turned his head.

It turned out to be a female nurse with a delicate face, glaring at him with her apricot eyes wide open.

(End of chapter)