Chapter 302

Gasoline bottle

"Run quickly, the Chinese tanks are coming." The battlefield was full of British soldiers. They threw away their armor, scattered their rifles and ammunition near the trenches, and ran to the northern city desperately.

The tank hands that were vibrating opened the top cover one after another, revealing their cold faces.

"Dadadada..." A violent machine gun sound came out, and the light machine gun on the top of the Jin** tank fired a bullet ruthlessly at the running British soldiers. The bullets passed through the back of their heads and vests. The British soldiers fell down one after another, and the wailing sounds on the battlefield, blood flowing into a river.

A British company that had no time to retreat was crushed to death by tanks, and the rest were all cleaned up by machine guns, allowing them to truly witness the arrival of the armored era.

When a large number of tanks rushed to the southern part of Yongsheng, the thick city wall built by the British army immediately blocked their way. The wall was very thick, almost the same as the city wall of the city on one side, and was more than ten meters thick. The British army used this last line of defense to temporarily block the pace of Zhen**'s attack.

One hundred tanks stopped not far from the city wall and began to concentrate their firepower to fire at two places in the center of the wall. The wall rumbled down, revealing two gaps that could be entered and the block inside.

"Roar in." The commander of the tank regiment ordered loudly.

The two tanks immediately took the order and rushed into the two gaps. After a tank entered more than ten meters, they were about to drive forward when suddenly a large number of British soldiers emerged from both sides. They were holding a bottle in their hands, which contained turbid yellow liquid.

Whenever the tank reacted, the British threw the bottle in their hands and smashed it on the tank's shell. Soon the tank caught fire and burned. The whole tank immediately looked like a burning house, with a raging fire.

"No, retreat." The tank commander's first reaction was that the British had attacked the tank with fire, and immediately ordered the driver to retreat immediately.

Another tank on the other side suffered the same fate and retreated in a raging fire.

The tanks behind were about to follow in, but the two tanks they had just entered soon drove again. When they were covered in flames, they actually started to burn.

After communicating information, it turned out that the British had prepared a large number of gasoline bottles inside. They threw them onto the tank with the gasoline bottles, exploded, and then caught fire and burned.

Although this does not have much lethality to the tank and cannot break through the heavy armor of the tank at all, the huge heat generated by the combustion makes the soldiers in the tank quickly feel uncomfortable. Moreover, once the fire spreads to the engine's cooling device, it is likely that the tank will naturally explode, so they have to retreat without any warning.

"Our infantry came up, let them attack and open one or two holes first, then guard these entrances, and let our tank troops follow in." The tank troops felt that there might be a large number of British soldiers holding gasoline bottles in ambushing ahead. They did not dare to advance rashly, and prepared to let the infantry clear certain obstacles for them, and then the tanks rushed into the city with the cooperation of the infantry.

The infantrymen following a battalion behind the tank troops immediately rushed up. Their mission was not to rush into the city to fight with the British army, but to seize two blown gaps, clear out the British army ambush nearby, and allow the tank troops to enter Yongsheng City smoothly.

Soon a team of scouts reported that the British army had piled up a large number of gasoline bottles in the fence, and many flammable weeds and wood were laid on the ground, waiting for the tanks to pass through, and then ignited these burning objects, so that the tanks could not hold on to the fire and gave up the battle.

The engines and ammunition in the tank will explode when the temperature is too high. The high temperature is enough to cause the tank's shells to explode. The British army seems to have found this way to deal with Jinzhan tanks, and set up a heavy fire array on their strategic materials, making Jinzhan tanks unable to cross. This method does work.

At this time, several flight squadrons of Zhen** had been sent to perform other blocking missions. The Tank Corps did not expect the British to use this move in advance, so they were not fully prepared and had no airplanes to support them. They did not want to give up the results of this battle, so they had to let the infantry take the lead.

An infantryman of a battalion began to rush towards the British city wall. Several teams of British troops were shooting downwards on the wall. The victorious machine gunners were also firing at the wall. The two sides launched close contacts, and gunfire kept coming everywhere.

In order to reduce the difficulty of infantry siege, the Jin** tank began to fire in several directions, and soon opened up four or five other gaps. Three companies began to rush towards the direction of the gap. The tanks behind them used machine guns to cover them and rushed to the city wall. There were still many British soldiers shooting on the wall, and the Jin** soldiers also fell down occasionally.

"Fight." A company rushed in through a gap on the left. A team of British soldiers were ambushed inside them. Many gasoline bottles were piled up on the ground dozens of meters away in front. On a fortress made of sandbags, a team of British soldiers were firing at them.

"Bang bang bang,..." A dense gunfire sounded, and both sides began to shoot at each other.

"Twist the grenades and ignite those gasoline bottles."

Several soldiers bent over and rushed forward, then pulled down the pull-up ring of the grenade and threw several grenades at the British soldiers in front.

After a few explosions, the gasoline bottles piled up next to the British soldiers were blown up all over the sky. The gasoline splashed on the British soldiers who were hiding behind the sandbags to shoot. The fire quickly burned on the ground and around. The British soldiers' bodies were on fire. They didn't care about shooting, and they put down their guns and began to roll around the ground. A howling sound came from the front.

"Run." The Zhen** soldiers rushed forward in a swarm, grabbing the sandbag fortress defended by a squad of British troops.

The soldiers shot at the British soldiers who were struggling in pain in the fire, helping them to end the heart-wrenching pain, and then began to attack other places near the city walls.

"The Chinese are attacking, come here quickly." A British soldier who had already failed here made a strange cry, which immediately attracted dozens of British soldiers to intercept him.

"See, the British have piled up a lot of gasoline bottles. When they see the bottles, they shoot and ignite them." The company commander shouted and told the other soldiers that he had seen many gasoline bottles more than one foot long placed along the city wall. It was obviously what the British soldiers were preparing to ignite the tanks.

"kill."

A platoon of soldiers killed to the right, and the rest rushed in the other direction. There were not many houses in the city wall. This was an empty field, and British soldiers far away nearby could be seen. Both sides began to shoot at the close range.

Under the guidance of the infantry, the two tanks immediately rushed in from the entrance they had just broken. They were far away from the gasoline bottle placed by the British. There was no need to worry about the gasoline bottle attack. The obstacles were cleared by the infantry. The tanks began to turn and cooperated with the infantry to shoot at the British soldiers inside.

The crackling sound of gunfire sounded, and the gasoline bottles prepared by the British soldiers caught fire and burned. The gasoline bottles that were originally preparing to ignite the vibrating tank immediately ignited the British soldiers' bodies, and the sounds of soldiers with fire and howling everywhere.

"Dadada..." A team of British soldiers rushed from the area with dense houses in front, ran out of the block ahead, and after the tanks, they immediately shot at them, and the British army fell down a large row.

After quickly destroying most of the British gasoline bottles and flammable materials, the threat of fire attack was eliminated. The tanks waiting outside immediately rushed in from several entrances and rushed into the Yongsheng area. The British army blocked inside immediately became the target of tank crushing.

The soldiers of the British 9th Brigade who came to rescue were distributed in various parts of Yongsheng Town, less than two square kilometers, and British troops could be seen running around everywhere.

"Boom boom boom..." The Zhen** tank did not stay at all and immediately launched violent shelling of British troops everywhere.

This town was no longer inhabited and occupied by the British army for a long time. It was used for war zone use. Then monsters rushed towards the British army's location. The British army was wailing everywhere, trying to use gasoline bottles to prevent the entry of the Jinzhan tanks. The British people who quickly transferred the materials were completely desperate. Many mule carts, horses, mules, and cattle were frightened and ran around, and the British army's supplies were scattered everywhere, in chaos.

The poorly equipped British army had no power to fight back. Tanks in many places had stopped shelling, but instead rushed directly to the place where the British army was. Many British troops were crushed to death by tanks, and a large number of houses and warehouses were destroyed by tanks. The British army could not find a way to deal with this steel monster, so they had to hide everywhere.

The battle lasted only about fifteen minutes, and about five thousand British troops began to retreat on a large scale. The British army hurriedly exploded the northern city wall to facilitate the retreat of the large army. The Jinzhan tanks continued to pursue them and fired violently from behind the butt with machine guns. The British army was in a panic during the escape, and a stepping occurred at the exit, causing many British soldiers to be trampled to death and injured.

The battle was like a massacre. After half an hour of going on, it ended. The corpses were everywhere in Yongsheng Town, with British corpses and blood everywhere, and it became a slaughterhouse.

In addition to the Yongsheng area, a total of five or six battles were carried out. During the retreat, the British army was bombarded and bombed by tanks and planes. Almost all the supplies that the British army attempted to carry were blown up, with heavy casualties, and about five thousand British troops fell on the battlefield.

Then the British army retreated from the northern part of Yangon in panic and fled northward, retreating to the Zelun and Neiban areas two hundred kilometers away, and began to organize a blocking battle on the second line of defense. After a short rest, the Jin** troops continued to pursue northward. Nearly 40,000 people from the three divisions approached the Neiban and the southern part of the Zelun area, creating a strong army at the city, which made the British defenders frightened and dared not show up to fight.

At this time, the British troops stationed in India and the Indian troops led by the British had begun to arrive at the Indian-Myanmar border area one after another. It only takes one or two days to enter the jungle and plateau in northern Myanmar to fight. There were as many as 150,000 reinforcements this time, but only 30,000 of them were Indian troops rushed from India. The rest were composed of Indian troops led by the British. There were a total of eight divisions, two British divisions, and six Indian divisions.

The British army was at a disadvantage in terms of weapons and equipment, and wanted to strengthen the number of people to win the Myanmar campaign, but the Indian army under the leadership of the British was not very reliable, because the Indians had a wave of national independence movements as early as the end of the 19th century. The Indians had wanted to get rid of British colonial rule for a long time, and there were also many undercurrents in the country, attempting to promote the Indian independence movement, but it was not shown on a large scale nationwide at this time, and there was still a lack of a certain accumulation and mass base.

At this time, Mumbai, a major port city in western India, has been one of India's few bustling metropolis for centuries. It is one of the largest ports where India's import and export goods are concentrated and scattered. It has the largest population and merchants from various industries in India.

A South African passenger ship with a milky white appearance is slowly sailing from the sea to the Mumbai port terminal. The whistle sound from the ship is long and echoing on the sea for a long time. The passenger ship carries more than 5,000 passengers, divided into three layers. It is one of the largest passenger ships in South Africa. The destination is Mumbai, the Indian port. Most of the ships are Indians from South Africa to India. Some work in South Africa and return to their hometown to visit relatives, and some come to India to do business, and all kinds of people have them.

On the side corridor of the third floor of the passenger ship near the Mumbai port, people began to stand on the edge of the ship's side, looking at the city of Mumbai, which had gradually emerged in the distance, a vibrant city.

In the early morning, Mumbai appears to be confused in the mist of the bay, adding a hazy beauty. Through the thin mist, people begin to look forward to the beautiful and longing for the metropolis in front of them.

On the third floor of the passenger ship, there was an Indian man carrying a large black box on the side of the ship. His glittering head was particularly eye-catching, and his greasy bald head shone with dazzling light under the rising sun.

The man is in his forties, dark skin and has the typical sharp nose of an Indian. He leaned on the railing and looked at Mumbai in the distance, revealing a long-lost comfort.

"India, I'm here." The man put down the box in his hand, opened his arms, took a deep breath of the sea breeze from his hometown harbor, and said affectionately towards the hazy city outline in the distance.

Chapter 302

Gasoline bottle

Chapter 302

Gasoline bottle
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