RPAGF Chapter 663: The Deep Waters of the South Sea
Chapter 663: The Deep Waters of the South Sea
After the hospital was relocated, the headquarters of the Yimeng Guerrillas also moved. Since they had been stationed in Mengshan in 1938, they could finally move down the mountain with peace of mind. There were not enough main rooms at the airport, so they had to move to a few rows of houses behind Dawa.
"Captain, are you still reluctant to leave?"
Outside the conference room cave, the captain was seen holding a briefcase and looking around at the tunnel defense system. Li Yunyan, who was carrying a radio, asked.
"I'm not reluctant to leave. I had no choice but to go up the mountain. I just admire the contribution of the tunnel defense system."
Song Zihan brought a group of girls out, also carrying radios. Even though they were carrying radios weighing dozens of kilograms, going down the mountain was as easy as walking on flat ground for them.
"Captain, Sister Yunyan, let's go! We are moving today, do you want to have a moving meal?"
The group went down the mountain. The machine guns were still being dismantled on the mountain. All the machine guns at the foot of the mountain had to be dismantled to strengthen the defense of Dawa and the airport. Only one-third of the anti-aircraft defense machine guns were left in the direction of the arsenal and pharmaceutical factory.
It's still more comfortable to live at home! Chen Feng was used to the recliner his father had used. He would lie down for a while after dinner every day. When he felt stuffy at home, he would move under the pear tree. There was a constant breeze in the valley, and he would fall asleep quickly listening to the rustling sound of the wind blowing the pear leaves.
"Captain, here's the battle report from the Fifth War Zone. In order to avoid large-scale losses, General Mike evacuated from the Monkey Country yesterday. Before leaving, he made a tough statement that he would definitely return."
Chen Feng sat up suddenly. It happened too fast. It was only the beginning of September. That was to say, the Eagle Sauce gave up the Monkey Country in less than a month. It seemed that the Japanese were really getting angry!
"Zi Han, send a message to Li Ergou. From now on, strengthen the alert of all defense areas. Within three days, the Japanese will launch a full-scale attack."
"Captain, urgent telegram from Nanyang."
Chen Feng waved to Song Zihan and took the telegram from Li Yunyan, which was sent by Chen Guoqing. It stated that the Japanese army had launched an attack on Lion City, and the commander of the British garrison in Lion City surrendered three hours after the war began.
After reading the telegram and sending Li Yunyan away, Chen Feng lay back in his recliner. Here they come, for real this time. If nothing unexpected happens, the next wave of attacks will be directed at the Country of Ten Thousand Towers. Although there are no other reports on the war situation, it is not difficult to imagine that the Japanese army must have occupied most of the Nanyang area.
Too hasty! The special operations battalion led by Lu Feihu has not yet arrived. Once the Japanese army launches an attack, Wang Hanqiang's team does not know how much supplies they can intercept. There is also the Holy Spear City and its surroundings. If they face the main attack of the Japanese army, it is still somewhat dangerous.
"Captain, Lu Feihu sent a secret message that the escort team has approached Tengchong and is expected to meet with the British support force at 8 o'clock in the evening. After completing the escort mission, Lu Feihu will lead the team and follow the support personnel of the Pegu 1st Regiment to disappear immediately."
Chen Feng nodded. Fortunately, he made it in time. Next, it would depend on the performance of Wang Hanqiang and Lu Feihu. Chen Feng didn’t care whether the Country of Ten Thousand Towers would be lost, nor did he care whether the Country of Corruption would retreat to India. Everything else didn’t matter as long as the tragedy in Wild Man Mountain could be avoided.
On September 9, more than ten Japanese warships escorted two aircraft carriers and seven or eight transport ships through the Strait of Malacca. The mighty navy passed by the small American town, shocked it for half an hour, and sent landing craft to deliver an ultimatum. If the Holy Lance Regiment did not move within ten days, the Japanese army would launch a full-scale siege of the Aceh Peninsula.
The Japanese navy left, and Ding San and his men stationed here looked at each other in dismay. They were under a lot of pressure! Countless naval guns were aimed at this side, and there were planes cruising in the sky. If the battle really started, the small town of Meiluan would instantly become a ruin. Fortunately, the people in the town had almost all been relocated, and the remaining people who didn't want to leave were all stubborn elements, so there was no need to force them.
At six o'clock in the evening on September 9, the Japanese army marched into Mottama Bay in a mighty force. Before dark, hundreds of planes took off and landed, bombing coastal ports and important cities such as Rangoon. After the bombing by planes ended, naval guns immediately began shelling.
On the main highway leading from the seaside to the inland, groups of "Japanese troops" were already ready. Outside the woods was a checkpoint. Spies from the ports and coastal cities had already sent back news that the corrupt army was organizing the evacuation with all their might. Some worthless things were being burned, and what was taken away were the people's money, supplies and ammunition.
On the Shandong Highway west of Bago City, dozens of British soldiers were on guard at a checkpoint. They were not very vigilant and were lazily sitting on the benches smoking cigars. Although the Japanese monkeys had come, they were still far away from them. What they were thinking about was how to intercept some supplies from the passing convoy. In this country, they were like local emperors. They had enough food and clothes, but lacked some high-end luxury items, cigars, red wine, steak, and celebrity magazines. The soldiers were completely dependent on these things to live.
A group of soldiers were completely unaware that on both sides of the road they were guarding, there were hundreds of "devils" armed with Type 38 rifles hiding in the green shade, and further away, there were hundreds of artillerymen ready to fire.
Seven or eight hundred meters away from the checkpoint, a convoy was rushing towards this side. In the middle of the jeep, Colonel William had a gloomy face. Damn Japanese monkeys, they actually came. Where can they retreat to? The mountains in the north, or the Indian country in the west, too crazy, too barbaric, Lion City surrendered, and they actually rushed over directly, are they so impatient?
"salute"!
The car lights pierced through the dense forest, and the lieutenant at the guard post immediately shouted.
Cars sped past, with no intention of paying any attention to the soldiers on guard. Under normal circumstances, they might have said hello, but in a situation like this, no one was in the mood.
boom! Boom boom boom!
The convoy had just passed halfway when a violent explosion suddenly occurred on the road ahead.
Trucks and jeeps collided in a chain reaction at such a high speed that the soldiers escorting them were knocked dizzy.
"Enemy attack"!
Colonel William's jeep crashed into a big tree, and William Vince's head was covered with lumps. The second lieutenant at the guard post sounded the alarm, and dozens of guards immediately rushed into the convoy to guard.
All in! All in!
There were flashes of artillery fire in the distance. The British soldiers, who had not been in battle for a long time, reacted slowly. They only shouted "Defense!" when the shells flew over their heads.
boom! Boom boom boom!
As soon as the escort team jumped out of the car, they were greeted by intensive and violent explosions.
boom! Bang bang bang!
Gunshots were heard in the woods. No one could be seen and there were flames everywhere. William Vince had a splitting headache. How could there be enemies here? He was no novice on the battlefield. When the gunshots rang out, he determined that they were the sounds of the Japanese Army's Type 38 rifles. During the Battle of Shanghai, William Vince had drunk coffee on the airship as an international observer and remembered the gunshots clearly.