The death squad rushed into the Japanese position like a whirlwind... quickly tore open the Japanese defense line and spread to the two sides of the Longzhu. The Japanese army once again showed Bushido's tenacity. The front-line soldiers fought on their own and defended to the death. The commander quickly assembled counterattack troops in depth and fought with the suicide squad that had entered the depth.

In the darkness, gunfire sounds were weaving, explosions, fires, and fierce battles occurred in every corner. Following the suicide squad were a whole battalion of troops. They divided into several routes to encircle the Japanese army in depth along the passage opened by the suicide squad.

The concave semi-automatic rifle is powerful in close combat and does not require bolts to pull the gun. The continuous firepower takes a huge advantage in the short impact. Xiboxi led the suicide squad to rush across two streets in a row, rushed to the intersection, and sprayed two bullets from the rubble opposite. The soldiers who rushed in the front were immediately knocked down by the bullet rain tongue. Xiboxi quickly flashed behind a broken wall and looked up at the opposite side.

This intersection is the main road leading to the northeast of the city. Xiboxie is very clear about the terrain of this area. He knows that opposite is a British company's trading business. From here, you can go directly forward and leave the city. The road on the left leads to the West Gate. After passing the West Gate, you lead to the Xidanghe Bridge.

"Battlehot, destroy the fire point, machine gun cover Xiboxi shouted in a low voice. Two soldiers carrying the bazooka ran up from the back. The buildings opposite had been destroyed in a fierce battle that lasted for several days. There is almost no intact building in the same ancient city. The rain of bullets flying out of the ruins locked the open ground in front. In the fire, you can see figures of people who were shooting desperately and shaking steel helmets.

There were no snipers in the suicide squad, only equipped with bazooka, and these two bazooka hands were at the end. They quickly came up and rushed into the tile. "Boom!" The grenade launcher exploded among the rubble, crackling mud fell from the air, and the shooting soldiers ignored it.

"Boom! Boom!" Two white lights flew out and violently hit the bullet rain. Two balls of fire were raised, and smoke rose up. The Japanese firepower point suddenly became hoarse.

"Blow the trumpet! Go back."

Qi Boxi was the first to rush out again, but as soon as he rushed out two steps, a blood flower appeared from his back and fell down without a sound. The soldiers behind him did not stop and rushed past him. Suddenly a bunch of bullets appeared among the rubble, but it was wiped out by the Chinese soldiers who rushed over. In just over ten seconds, seven or eight suicide squadrons fell under the bullets.

The Japanese army in the city was in danger. Hebian Dongyuan hurriedly mobilized troops to reinforce from outside the city. However, before the reinforcements rushed into the city, the remaining Japanese troops retreated from the city in chaos. The squadrons behind were still chasing them. The two troops collided head-on on the side of the city. A fierce battle began on the side of the city.

The chaotic and bloody night slowly passed, the morning light was slightly exposed in the sky, and the sun shone through the smoke on the battlefield. I wonder if both sides of the hard fighting were tired. After the sky was shining, the battlefield calmed down and the New 39th Division recovered most of the new city. The Japanese army only occupied one area in the northeast corner.

The war in Xincheng District calmed down, artillery fire sounded again in the south and east, and the battle at Keyonggang Airport farther was even more intense. The Japanese army was extremely angry at this squadron that dared to stop the advance of the Imperial Army. Ten consecutive days of fierce fighting and major casualties made the Japanese army determined to annihilate all of this troops in the ancient city of Myanmar.

"Eight Grids". After receiving the report of being driven out of Shinchi Tanaka, he couldn't help but curse Japanese-style curse. The scale of the squadron opposite was already very clear. As an officer who had fought in China, he thought he knew the combat effectiveness of the squadron. But the troops in front of him were very surprised. He actually blocked the attack of two Japanese multiple divisions with the power of a division, and it was not the trump card of the squadron's 49th Army. "The combat effectiveness of the Chinese army seemed to have increased again. Tanaka Shinchi sighed in his heart. If this continues, when will the China incident end?

"Order the Kimura corps to strengthen the attack, take down Nanyang Station as soon as possible, and close the Chinese army's escape route." Tanaka Shinichi suppressed his disappointment and began to adjust the attack deployment: "Let the Riverside corps retreat, let the Maruyama corps replace them and continue the attack. The Chinese army is already at the end of its strength

Shinichi Tanaka did not put all the troops in his hands into the attack. According to the information transferred from the military headquarters, the allies were gathering troops in Mandalay. If the troops suffered too much casualties in Tonggu, they would not be able to complete the task of restraining the Chinese army in Mandalay.

The New 39th Division was forced to the Japanese army for ten days in Tonggu, which surprised the British and Americans. Since the outbreak of Zhang Feng in the Pacific, from Malaysia to Singapore to Yangon and the Philippines, no unit has been able to hold on for so long under the attack of the superior Japanese army for so long. With the military reporters, they began to stir up, inquired about the commanders of this unit, and reported the war between the two Gu in Chinese and Western newspapers.

Weber scoffed at the enthusiasm of his peers. Although this kind of report was very eye-catching, he was not interested. He had long interviews on the Chinese battlefield and was very familiar with the strength of the squadron. The squadron's mobilization made Pochuan so strange. When he heard that the 58th Army had been unable to compare with the front line due to lack of transportation capacity, he immediately felt that there was an article in it.

"Commander Zhuang is definitely not the kind of person who sits and waits for the enemy. There must be some mystery in it?" Weber told Charles and Logan. Logan is also a reporter for the Times. He once interviewed Honghu Anti-Japanese War, but after that, he was transferred to the Philippines.

"Maybe the Chinese generals are unwilling to fight in Myanmar, and their actions have always been slow." Logan looked at the officers who were in and out. The club in Mei Miao was a British official club, and all the people who were in and out were British officials or British and American civilians. There were not a shortage of Asian faces. Those hospitality were all Asians. Weber glanced at Logan and shook his head: "Since the Battle of Nanjing, Commander Zhuang has not been such a weak person. According to his habit, even if he is safe, he will have to let the 58th Army go to Mandalay. There must be a problem here. It would be great if Miss Mei was there. At least she could go to Zhuang's headquarters.

His words were full of regret. Mei Youlan thought that if she was not allowed to be an old man, she would recall her to Chongqing. In addition, Lan and Webber had received much less information from China, which made Webber very depressed.

Charles agreed with Weber's words: "Logan, you have never met General Zhuang. He is the most attractive general I have ever seen. The squadron has defeated the Japanese army several times in his command. It is not the kind of cowardly and timid person. The troops he commands are at least stronger than most British teams at present.

The British team's performance was so poor that Charles, who was a compatriot, felt nothing to say. He could only say ridiculously: "It seems that only when we reach India, the British can fight."

"It's a mess, everything is messy." Charles complained angrily. Two officers came in from the door, and Logan stood up immediately. When he met, Weber and Charles did not move. After a while, Logan brought them over.

"This is Mr. Weber, and this is my colleague Charles." Logan first introduced Weber and Charles, and then introduced the tall major: "This is Major Ruhr from the British Logistics Department, and this is Captain Rick, the Air Force Staff."

Rick is about twenty-six or seven years old. He is shorter in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, with a rare red hair. His smile looks a little shy.

Ruer pulled open the chair without any scruples and sat down, and smiled cheerfully, "Why are you here? I heard that the reporters have all gone to Mandalay. The Chinese are fighting a beautiful battle with Gu, but they are still there."

As he said that, he turned to the side and snapped his fingers at the waiter: "Martini, Rick, what do you want?"

Weber frowned slightly, and he attributed this emotion to jealousy. The more beautiful the Chinese beat, the more the British incompetence it was. He looked at Lake. The latter asked for a glass of gin. Weber picked up the cup in front of him and drank. Lake was a little uneasy under his gaze.

"Mr. Reck, do the Allies still have planes in Myanmar? Weber stared at Reck with a little provocative attitude.

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"Of course," Lake hesitated and replied: "Wait for a maximum of half a month, and a hundred planes coming from the United States will arrive."

"Come on." Ruhr drank the Martini brought from the net in one sip, then asked the waiter for two more cups, turned his head and interrupted Rek indifferently: "Those hundred planes have been transferred to Egypt, here. We can only pray for the rainy season to come quickly, and in half a month, Rek, Rek. In half a month, the rainy season will come, and no plane can go to heaven.

Rick was even more embarrassed, and he quickly explained: "That's the case with Ruhr. He can't drink alcohol. Once he drinks, he can't control himself. But he also made a mistake. The ownership of the one hundred planes is still being discussed. General Weiville is fighting for London, and the battlefield in North Africa is also very tense."

"I said, you'd better go to India, there's nothing here." Ruhr soon drank the two glasses of wine from the net, and supported his hands on the table. He stared at Webber and said, "There's no battle here. The Chinese just wanted to take away the supplies here. When the supplies were transported, they left. They were not stupid at all, my poor British Empire."

Webber was shocked, his face suddenly became solemn, Charles had the same expression, and Logan obviously knew more, his face seemed normal.

"This war will not only bury Nazi Germany, but also the warriors of the East, and Ruhr of the British Empire, were a little drunk. He stood up and patted Weber on the shoulder, and his steps were a little slippery: "Sir, Myanmar is not only poor mountains and bad water. We will wait for them in India. These yellow-skinned monkeys, their short legs, cannot cross the jungle on the border of India-Myanmar. If they come, at least half of them will have to feed the beasts in the jungle."

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