A sharp roar fell from the sky, and the explosion roared the engine's roar: the tail of the machine nimbled and pulled the head up and flew away... Turned a corner in the distance, and then pounced down fiercely.

Seeing these planes, Watanabe was angry and didn't fight. Iida Tani promised to drop supplies to them. But above this battlefield was the world of the expeditionary force, and the airdrop operation became a disaster. The fleet of transport aircraft protected by more than 20 fighter jets was attacked by more than 40 Chinese purchases. Not only did they lose more than a dozen aircraft, but only a few transport aircraft dropped the supplies. These supplies were scattered within a radius of dozens of miles, and only a very small number of troops that needed supplementary services were obtained.

After the heavy losses this time, Watanabe never received any supplements, and only the figure soaring in his chest was left above the battlefield.

"Report, report" Watanabe turned around, and said, "The blood-stained officer ran over and straightened his body in front of Watanabe. Watanabe was paused. The officer gasped and supported the rock next to him with his hands. The staff officer next to him hurriedly went up to support him. What's the matter? The officer pushed the staff away and looked up at Watanabe: "The herbal colt sent me to ask for reinforcements."

Watanabe's eyes darkened, and the officer's undisguised request showed that the situation in the wing was on the verge of crisis, and the officer's body was injured. His shoulders were bandaged randomly and bandages were wrapped around his head.

"The wing has been broken through and there is no strength to block the gap. All forces have been put into use. Captain Wumu was killed, Captain Minji was killed. There are only more than 1,300 people left in the wing." The officer's words were very urgent and desperate.

But Watanabe was even more desperate. Among the three divisions, "3rd Regiment was a gang tuned out of the regular division. It has always been the main force of the division and the sharpest sharp knife. However, this Lashio battle, the sharp knife was broken. In the attack on Mount Papani, the "undiment suffered a heavy blow. Then the battle to attack Lashio City" the gang suffered even greater losses, and a captain died in the battle. The officers below the squadron suffered countless losses. It is precisely for this reason. During the retreat, Watanabe did not choose to let the gang serve as the forward.

"Eight-Grades!" Watanabe walked to the officer and raised his hand to slap him twice. The officer straightened his body and replied loudly, "Hayi!"

"Imperial samurai must not lose confidence at any time." Watanabe stared at the officer sternly, and the officer tried hard to stand firm: "Go back and tell the Herbs. Without reinforcements, we must give full play to the spirit of Bushido. Use the spirit of Bushido to defeat the Chinese people! Do you understand!"

"Hayi!" Jun An Qiang saluted Watanabe in a spirit, then turned around and left. The officers around him looked at his departure back silently.

"Your Excellency, please beg for something." Chief of staff came in. Watanabe looked at the green stuff he handed over. Two days ago, the division had no food and began to dig wild vegetables to live. In order to avoid poisoning, some wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness voluntarily tasted the vegetables, and many wounded people were poisoned to death.

This green and pasty tastes bitter and has an indescribable smell. Under normal circumstances, these things can't even be eaten by pigs, but now they are foods that keep the entire division fighting.

Watanabe took it and swallowed it again and again. Although these things were worse than pig food, they were not easy to come. They were gathered in the jungle by the wounded in the fire.

"Your Excellency, should you ask General Iida to urge Tanaka to worship quickly?" Lungjin suggested carefully.

Watanabe shook his head. Iida Sujiro had already arrived at Shinichi Tanaka's command center to supervise the battle himself. The entire Myanmar army was trying hard to rescue them. But they were too far away and reinforcements were going to come. It was not a day or two. Now the only one who could save them is themselves. They must persevere until the reinforcements arrive.

"Order Ota to move closer to me and give up the breakout from the Quzha Valley." Watanabe finally helpedlessly decide the intention of the Chinese general to shrink the troops: "Order the Herbal Regiment to shrink the front line."

The Japanese army's tenacious resistance caused a lot of trouble to the attacking squadron, but this was also expected by them. The two divisions were poisoned into the encirclement. This large-scale annihilation made the generals at all levels of the squadron extremely excited, from Sun Liren and Huang Botao. Liao Yaoxiang and Chen Mingren below.

Even if Watanabe shrinks and adjusts, it is very difficult for the squadron to bite their respective targets. Huang Botao first noticed the Japanese army's intentions. He immediately ordered Chen Mingren to leave a brigade to defend the Quzha River Valley, the main force launched an attack on the Japanese army, and ordered Xia Yanglin's Honorary 10th Division to strengthen the offensive and make sure to enter the depth of the Japanese army. He himself supervised the new 53rd Division to attack fiercely.

Xia Yanglin was severely criticized by Zhuang Jihua not long ago, and Zhuang Jihua was very dissatisfied with his actions. He believed that he had been wasting too much time on Papani Mountain, which led to the slow progress of the attack on the Ota Division. After being criticized, Xia Yanglin was very angry. In his anger, he drove the Ei Tenth Division to attack wildly, and the Japanese Tamanuma Battalion and Yoshimura Engineer Regiment retreated step by step, but the front line was still intact due to heavy losses.

"Concentrate artillery fire and bomb for me!" Xia Yanglin was dissatisfied with the fact that he had never opened up the situation and broke into the depths of the Japanese army. The tenacity of the Japanese army on the other side aroused his aggressive nature. He pointed to the map and said, "Blow this for me to balance."

"Boom! Boom!" The shells covering the sky fell in the jungle. After a flash of fire, the smoke of gunpowder rose into the air. The soil and branches mixed with flesh and blood flew into the sky. The originally dense green earth now became bare and was smoked black by the smoke of gunpowder. Yi Xunshu's thin notch and mixed with different body clams

The shallow trenches were blown up, and the shells reflected craters of different sizes in the wet soil. In the artillery fire, figures flashed, and Japanese soldiers struggled to turn in the artillery fire, dodging from the sky.

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"Blow the charge!" Xia Yanglin looked at the watch on his wrist, and there were thirty seconds left before the scheduled time. Then he ordered the suicide squad to start attacking without hesitation.

A loud charge sounded, and hundreds of suicide squadrons jumped from a hidden place a hundred meters away like a gust of wind, crossing the short 100 meters. The bombardment was still the same. The explosion was still, and the soldiers rushing in the front were thrown into the shock wave, but just as they were about to rush into the artillery fire, the sound of the shelling stopped abruptly as if they were being pulled.

"Okay! Remember the artillery to the artillery." Xia Yanglin's hanging heart immediately fell into his stomach. What made him feel particularly satisfied was that the suicide squadron did not hesitate at all in the face of the artillery fire that was about to rush in.

"Heart." The US military liaison officer next to him stormed his sword in his chest, his eyes wide open, and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Xia Yanglin glanced at Eddie. He was quite satisfied with the liaison officer. After Eddie arrived at his honorary 10th Division, he did not easily interfere with his command, but Ai Ma was not idle either. Almost Xia Yanglin came there, and he followed him. This time, Xia Yanglin came to the frontline.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers rushed out of the corner. The leading officer waved his command knife and flanked the suicide squad. The main force of the suicide squad did not stop and continued to rush into the Japanese army in depth. However, the soldiers on the flank stopped and started shooting towards the Japanese army. Neither side could dodge, and just stood still and shot at the same time.

The 39 semi-automatic rifle sprayed out flames, and the 38 rifle's crisp gunshots were quickly killed. "Boom!" A black shadow jumped out of the mud pit, and then a huge explosion sounded. Then five or six figures rushed out or crawled out of the crater, and the explosion sounded one after another. The suicide squad's rushing slowed down.

"Blow the trumpet! Blow the trumpet! Don't stop! Keep moving forward!" Xia Yanglin was so anxious that he slapped the rocks with his hands. The Japanese on the position had completely lost their organization. The artillery fire was developing in depth in the Japanese army. It was a great time for attack. The suicide squad should continue to attack and leave the remaining Japanese to the support team.

Six trumpet soldiers blew the charge at the same time, and the suicide squad's pause continued to move quickly. The subsequent support team also rushed to the Japanese position, and a small number of people began to search for the remaining enemies in every corner of the position. The main force followed the suicide squad and rushed into the Japanese second-line position. Xia Yanglin successfully broke through, and the 22nd Division fell into chaos. Ota was forced to draw troops from the 85th Regiment to block the gap, and at the same time ordered the troops to move closer to the 56th Division.

The first Domino fell, and the whole game changed drastically.

Huang Botao keenly grasped the chaos during the Japanese army's adjustment, and handed it over to the Xinfifty: Xiang Qianren, the commander of the division, led by Xiang Qianren, from the junction of the Tanihara Brigade and Sakimoto Brigade.

Chen Mingren's new 64th Division was under a eased pressure and then launched a counterattack. His courage was even greater than that of Liao Yaoxiang. Liao Yaoxiang left behind a brigade, leaving only the division's guard battalion and direct battalion, plus a regiment, led by him to stay in the Quzha River Valley, and all the remaining troops were put into the attack.

The fierce battle was pushed again.

The sound of sharp gunshots continued in the jungle, and the soldiers on both sides sacrificed their lives and fought repeatedly.

The Japanese soldiers knew that there was no hope of survival, and in despair, the cruelty of human nature broke out. The wounded became human bombs behind the back, and isolated soldiers attacked the squadrons in groups in three or five in the jungle.

After all the bullets were exhausted, they brought the bayonet and rushed towards the expeditionary army's rain of bullets. They used their last strength to hold back the expeditionary army's pace.

Ota was desperate, in just one day; the situation on the battlefield had changed drastically, the squadron inserted into the depths of the division, the entire defense deployment of the division was completely disrupted, gunfire sounded around the division headquarters, and the shouts of Chinese soldiers were clearly heard.

The roar of the engine came from the sky. The roar was so loud that the sound of gunfire around could not be covered. Ota looked at the sky with a glimmer of hope.

Through the smoke of gunpowder, dozens of planes flew over the jungle, and the red spots on their wings were clearly visible. Oda was surprised, and then a series of curses flew out of his mouth.

The plane did not pay any attention to the situation below and flew to the west through the jungle in the smoke of gunfire. Ota, anxious, did not notice that half of the aircraft were transport planes. In his opinion, these aircraft should be here to support him, rather than bombing Lashio.

A large number of Japanese planes flew over Lashio, and the air defense alarm in Lashio City kept ringing. Even Zhuang Jihua and Stilwell ran out of the command center. Looking at the sudden enemy planes in the sky, a series of national curses flew out of Stilwell.

Before he could finish his scolding, the planes continued to fly westward over Lashio, making the expeditionary generals in the city inexplicable.

Yesterday was over the first seventh day, and my father's funeral came to an end. I am very grateful to the book friends for their comfort.

My father left both unexpectedly and unexpectedly. My father suffered from terminal illness, but we didn't expect it to be so soon. He went to the hospital every day and went to the hospital for four days. He left that afternoon, and the hospital said that respiratory circulatory failure.
Chapter completed!