Chapter 142: Just a League Flag! (Second Update!)

"Colonel, the Sichuan Army has broken through the second line of defense..." The regiment chief of staff, who had just returned from the front line, came to the regiment headquarters and reported.

As a result, he saw the blood scab on Colonel Yamazaki Nobukazu's forehead and asked hurriedly with concern.

"Colonel, are you injured?"

"Baga, how can you, a bunch of useless people, protect His Excellency the Colonel?" After saying that, he turned around and cursed at the other people in the regiment headquarters.

"It has nothing to do with them. A heavy artillery shell just landed here, and the splashing stones scratched my face." Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki shook his head and said.

"Ah? Have the Sichuan Army's heavy artillery reached here?" the chief of staff asked in surprise.

"Well, it's not surprising that the American 155mm howitzer could hit here." Perhaps he understood what the military meant. At this moment, Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki looked very calm, as if he had seen through life and death, and had no emotional fluctuations.

"How is the situation on the front line?"

"Battle situation..." The chief of staff was about to say something when he was interrupted by an explosion.

boom!
The house not far away shook a few times under the bombardment of heavy artillery and finally collapsed.

"Colonel, do you want to change your position?" The chief of staff looked at the house that was bombed into ruins, his eyelids twitching wildly.

I always feel like the next shell will land here.

But Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki shook his head and said.

"There is no safe place in the city now. The shell just now must have landed here accidentally. They are currently correcting the coordinates. The target is still the fortifications in the city."

"It's a pity that there are no heavy artillery in the city. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to tolerate the Sichuan Army's presumptuous behavior."

The heavy artillery is all in Lashio, and Hsipaw is indeed a place where wounded soldiers are concentrated, and there are not even many mountain artillery.

However, at this time, the mountain artillery would not be as effective as having a few more mortars.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. What's the situation on the front line?" Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki asked again.

"The situation was very bad. The Sichuan Army used a new tank that was more advanced than the US M3 tank. With it, they destroyed many outer fortifications and even broke through the walls with impunity."

"Several suicide squads have been organized on the front line, but they were all repelled, and not a single enemy tank was destroyed."

"I'm afraid all the street fighting plans we've planned will fail. The Sichuan Army doesn't want to fight any street fighting with us at all." The chief of staff's words were filled with a hint of loneliness.

When was the Imperial Japanese Army defeated without any chance of fighting back?
It seems there is none at all!

Even when facing the Mi beasts, they would pin them down and beat them.

But now, the Sichuan Army, which consisted of only a few thousand people, was almost defeated.

"New tank? Could it be the M4 tank?" Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki asked puzzledly.

"M4 tank?"

"Well, the new American medium tank is aimed at the Soviet-made T34 tank, which is several times stronger than our tank." Although Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki's words were emotionless, it was obvious from his expression that he was envious and jealous.

Can't they build a medium tank?
Do not!
They can make it, but most of their steel has been eaten up by the navy, this gold-devouring behemoth, and the remaining steel is simply not enough to meet the needs of the army, so they can only choose light tanks.

Another point is that the infrastructure in the Far East is really too bad, and light tanks are more suitable than medium tanks.

"What should we do now?" It was unwise to fight a positional war with the Sichuan Army under such a steel behemoth. They could only use buildings to engage in street fighting with the enemy.

But the Sichuan Army was not foolish and it was obvious that they were unwilling to engage in street fighting.

Heavy artillery has been used to clear out houses in the city.

"I have asked people to set up a new underground command center. Come with me to take a look." Listening to the increasing number of explosions around him, Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki said expressionlessly.

Then he took his command knife and walked towards the underground command center with a few people.

boom!
boom!
boom!
A few dozen meters away, the shells landed again.

"It's almost unsafe here." Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki glanced at the explosion in the distance and shook his head again.

"Come in." The door of a basement was opened and several people walked down the stairs.

.........

"Commander, do you want to stop for a while?" Meng Fanle looked at the smoke-filled Xibu City in the distance and said with some heartache.

"Why stop? Keep bombing." Cun Yunsheng did not put down the telescope, but continued to observe the situation in the city.

"But we only have less than half of the heavy artillery shells left." Meng Fanle said helplessly.

"Don't worry about the ammunition supply, it will be delivered soon." Cun Yunsheng said nonchalantly.

In the past two days, Gold Finger has accumulated a new batch of shells, enough to last for a few days.

"Once we capture Hsipaw, we will send a telegram to Stilwell and ask him to airdrop supplies. Don't worry about the ammunition, the Americans will pay for it." Goldfinger's ammunition must be taken out reasonably, and then naturally it will be handed over to the Americans.

"Then why don't we just stop the shelling and let the infantry take action?" Meng Fan asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"The Japanese have been fighting to the death until now. It is obvious that they want to fight us in a street battle. Can I let them lead me by the nose?"

"So you're going to let the artillery battalion use heavy artillery to blow up the houses in the city? Aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring civilians?" Meng Fan glanced at the other party and said with some concern.

"What about civilians? They are all vassal troops. Besides, those people from the Allied Forces won't care at all. As long as we can take over Xibu, they will just ignore the civilians." Cun Yunsheng said indifferently.

"Well done, who fired this shot?" Looking at the smoke rising in the distance, it was obviously a small arsenal of the Japanese army.

"I guess it's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse." Meng Fanle said casually.

"Okay, you never hear a good word from your mouth." Cun Yunsheng sneered and then asked.

"Where are Long Wenjian's people? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"It should be soon, right? He called me not long ago and is on his way, but he said in the telegram that he has a surprise for you." Meng Fanle scratched his head and said.

"Surprise? I'm afraid it's not a shock?" Cun Yunsheng sneered.

"Don't tell me then that the soldiers he recruited are all capable of becoming division commanders."

"Hiss, what you said is really possible. I heard that they are doing very well recently and are thriving." Meng Fanle felt that it was more and more possible.

Only Cun Yunsheng is a little bit fucked up, Master?

A group of natives who put down their hoes and couldn't even stand in line?
I guess they can only bully the volunteers, and they will probably only be beaten when facing the Japanese army.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that they were probably going to ask for weapons again.

In addition to the supplies promised by Stilwell, the weapons and equipment brought by Goldfinger could equip at most one regiment per month, and most of them were half a regiment.

It seems like a lot, but it’s actually not much.

Because he had to maintain his arms business, he had to sell at least half a regiment's equipment every month.

Therefore, there were not many weapons and equipment that could be saved, and they could only find ways to ask Stilwell for reimbursement.

But he is not a fool. It is impossible to give him whatever he wants immediately. He needs to verify it.

If Long Wenjian really got a division of troops, it would probably not be a surprise but a shock.

Can’t support it!
It's impossible to support it.

"Where is Dong Dao? Has his reconnaissance battalion infiltrated into the city? Find a way to kill the Japanese command center. In this way, the Japanese troops in the city will lose unified command and fight on their own. It will be much easier to annihilate them." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and looked at Meng Fan again.

"I've personally led a company of soldiers into the city. We should have news soon." Meng Fanle said.

"Well, let's wait for their news here and let the artillery camp rest for a while. After half an hour, if there is no news, we will continue to bombard." Cun Yunsheng said after looking at his watch.

"The air force should be taking off at this time."

After saying that, he looked up at the distant sky and fell into deep thought.

.........

"Battalion commander, battalion commander, we haven't found the Japanese command post." Since taking over the outer positions, Dong Dao, under the order of Cun Yunsheng, led a company of soldiers, changed into Japanese military uniforms, and infiltrated the city.

The purpose is to find the Japanese headquarters and carry out a decapitation operation.

This is a skill that the reconnaissance battalion has been practicing recently, infiltrating behind enemy lines. For this day, Dong Dao personally took the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion to learn Japanese.

Although it's not very standard or authentic, at least there is no problem with basic communication.

After listening to the reports from his subordinates, there was no fluctuation on Dong Dao's face, as if nothing could affect his mood.

"In the entire city, this should be the only area suitable for serving as a command center. It's impossible that there isn't one here." Dong Dao muttered as he looked at the map in his hand.

"Are there any more prisoners?"

"No more." The other soldiers looked at each other when they heard this.

captive?

When would the Sichuan Army keep prisoners?

Isn't that a waste of food?

"Go capture a few prisoners and ask them. Remember, remove their jaws first." Dong Dao reminded again.

"Yes."

Not long after, several soldiers came over, escorting two Japanese soldiers with their jaws removed.

"Where is Colonel Nobukazu Yamazaki?" Dong Dao asked in unfluent Japanese.

The two Japanese soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads.

Seeing this, Dong Dao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

The sword flashed!
The head of one of the Japanese soldiers flew out, and blood spilled directly on the body of the Japanese soldier next to him.

Even the Japanese soldiers who were used to seeing life and death were frightened by this scene and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Tell me, where is it?" Dong Dao asked with a blank expression.

"There." The Japanese soldier couldn't help swallowing and pointed to the house not far away.

"Are you sure?" Dong Dao asked.

"Yeah." The Japanese soldier seemed frightened and nodded quickly.

Swish!
White light kills them all again!
The Japanese soldiers' heads flew into the sky again!
He stared at the sky with wide eyes in confusion!

Seems like asking again!

why!
Didn’t I say that?

"Let's go and take a look." Dong Dao wiped the big knife in his hand with the clothes on the Japanese soldier and said to his subordinates.

Even after becoming a battalion commander, he still habitually carried the big knife on his back.

In Cun Yunsheng's words, this is a sense of security.

When he arrived at the command center, he found that it was already empty. Dong Dao frowned slightly.

"Withdrawn?"

"You're so alert."

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese's antenna is still there." At this time, a soldier ran over and said breathlessly.

antenna?

This means that the Japanese command center is still here and has not gone far.

"Search for me more carefully, especially some secret doors." Dong Dao ordered.

"Yes." Dozens of scouts immediately dispersed and began searching.

Ten minutes later, a soldier came trotting over and said that they had found a basement, which was suspected to be the Japanese army's headquarters.

"Right here." The soldier pointed to the area in front of him that was covered with mud.

But from the naked eye, it is absolutely impossible to tell that this is a basement. Even Dong Dao didn't notice anything different.

"Are you sure?" Dong Dao asked.

"I promise, this place may look the same as anywhere else, but the soil here is actually new soil."

"New soil?" Dong Dao looked at the other party in surprise.

"Could your ancestors be tomb robbers?"

"My ancestors taught me a few tricks." The soldier scratched his head and said with obvious embarrassment.

Got it!
It really is!
Dong Dao was too lazy to dwell on this issue any further.

"Let's use the flamethrowers that the commander has newly equipped us with. Don't you like being a rat? It happens that I haven't roasted a rat for a long time, so let's try it on them."

With Dong Dao's order, the hidden basement entrance was opened.

But the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion did not enter immediately, but threw a few grenades first.

boom!
boom!
boom!
As explosions sounded, wailing sounds were heard from inside.

"Go!" Dong Dao said to the soldier who was carrying a flamethrower on his side.

"Yes!"

As the trigger was pulled, a fire dragon instantly drilled into the basement.

The oxygen inside was completely consumed, and the Japanese soldiers inside felt dizzy instantly.

Before they could react, they saw a fire dragon coming towards them.

The Japanese soldiers guarding the cave entrance instantly turned into firemen.

The shrill wails echoed throughout the basement.

When attacking such a basement, you can either fight in close combat regardless of casualties, or use a flamethrower to burn everyone to death.

The former may be for the purpose of obtaining valuable intelligence, while the latter is simply irrelevant.

And the order that Cun Yunsheng gave them was that they only wanted the dead ones and didn’t want the others.

That's why Dong Dao dared to use the flamethrower. Otherwise, if the fire was so big, everything inside would be gone.

After another five minutes, I used a torch to test it and found that the room was filled with oxygen again, so I dared to touch it.

At this moment, the basement had already been burned beyond recognition.

Looking at everything in front of him, Dong Dao said with some regret.

"What a shame to waste so much valuable information."

"Send a telegram to the regimental commander. We have completely wiped out the Japanese headquarters."

"Yes."

Cun Yunsheng smiled when he received the telegram.

"Commander, so much valuable information is lost just like that, maybe even the regiment flag is gone." Meng Fanle said with some heartache.

"I can't bear to sacrifice so many elite soldiers for a mere flag. Besides, it's not the flag of a high-ranking regiment. I don't like it. It should be at least that of the 18th Division." Cun Yunsheng said indifferently.

Besides, this was an infiltration operation behind enemy lines. It was already very difficult to accomplish the decapitation goal. Why should we be so harsh on them?

What's more, there are still many joint flags in Myanmar now. If this one is gone, there is still that one.

At this time, bursts of roars came from the distant sky.

finally come!

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Cun Yunsheng's mouth.

　After I finished writing at noon, I went to sleep. I didn’t even have lunch. I got up, ate some bread, drank a bottle of milk, and quickly typed. There are still two chapters to go. I’ll have something to eat later. I’m so hungry that I’m dizzy!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)