"Sikashi... the general in the Temple asked us to defend the Siam border, otherwise..." Jiro Kimura fell into deep thought.

Now the Southern Army Command is adding troops to Yangon, hoping to save Myanmar's last resource land and large port, but now I don't care about them at all.

But Soichi Tetsuyuki ordered them to guard the northwest area of ​​Siam to prevent the Chinese from detouring Karen from Siam and cutting off traffic on the road between Yangon and the Malay Peninsula. This is the strategic key point, so this is one of the reasons why Kimura dared not retreat.

"Commander, I suggest that we withdraw the troops from Nanbang City first and then plan how to deal with the Chinese. After all, the remaining military rations are less than ten days old, and the wounded..."

The staff looked at Kimura anxiously. Since the logistics route was destroyed by enemy planes, their supplies had been cut off for a week. Coupled with the bombing day and night, the number of wounded soldiers increased every day. Hundreds of people have lost their lives due to infection and lack of medical treatment... Many seriously injured soldiers went to the field hospital and just waited for death, and this situation is still aggravating.

"Is the amount of military ration left for less than ten days?"

Jiro Kimura began to feel embarrassed. The staff officer said nothing wrong. Faced with the situation where heavy troops had siege and no support and supplies, even if he was confident, he would still give in.

The red arrows on the battle defense map touched people's hearts, and Kimura knew very well that his order would determine the final outcome of more than 1,200 people.

"Air attack by enemy planes!"

The soldiers outside the command center shouted loudly, and the death-thundering whistling sounds in the air came again.

"Hiss Commander! Go to the air raid shelter!"

Kimura clenched his fists angrily. Through the observation port, he had seen the dense dots in the air gradually enlarging, and the damn American old man came to bomb again.

Several combat staff quickly packed up the documents on the table. The adjutant pulled Kimura up and ran to the air raid shelter behind without saying a word. The US military's carpet bombing was not a joke. If you don't pay attention, you won't even have a slag left.

stop……

Boom! Boom! Boom…

Because his warm mountain was once again covered by aviation bombs, the difference is that this air strike was mixed with shelling, and its power was no longer different from the past.

The dark bombs fell one after another on the hill, and the explosions like the earth shaking continued. The Japanese army had to hide in their respective air defense bunkers and pray for God's blessing.

This time the bombing covers a wide range of positive and wide coverage, covering the sky and the sun is like the end of the world. Without a large scale, permanent underground fortifications cannot effectively resist the power of bombs and artillery shells.

The not-sturdy tunnel fell down like a sieve. The Japanese hiding in it were only trembling. I hope those bombs would not hit the top of their heads, otherwise they would die without a complete body...

But what they didn't know was that in addition to the US bombers, there was also a formation of fifty C46 transport aircraft in the air flying south over the Inn Henhun Mountain.

Each C46 is equipped with 15-20 soldiers from the Mairel detachment, as well as various individual support equipment. A total of more than 900 fully armed "Air Eagles" are about to spread their wings and soar in the sky.

In a transport cabin, Balsos, with a bearded face, put his head to the window. It can be seen from his mixed-race appearance and black hair that this is a typical modern South American.

The clouds outside the plane window slowly dissipated, indicating that the plane was flying down through the clouds.

A dozen soldiers beside him sat on the seats near the bulkheads. They were wearing uniform jungle combat uniforms, each carrying a heavy umbrella bag behind them. Someone sorted out their own equipment over and over again, as if to hide the tension in their hearts.

Barthus looked at it coldly but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look at one of the soldiers and asked casually: "Hey... Julio, I heard that you went to bed with a Burmese woman two days ago, and there were still hairs on his chest? Yes?"

"Hahaha…"

"This guy has a really heavy taste..."

"I think it's just a man with long hair..."

The nonsensical words made everyone laugh and teasing sounds everywhere, as if everyone knew about this, and they couldn't help but look at the soldier named Julio.

"Fuck! That's Bodoro's nonsense, you believe it too!?shut    up     fuck!"

Julio, a young soldier with a few braids on his head, turned red and retorted angrily. This embarrassing thing had almost spread in the team, and it had become a stain that he could not get rid of forever in his life, and he was so devastated to death.

Barsos nodded with satisfaction. The brief playfulness helps to eliminate fear. It is normal for tension before airborne. As long as the leader remains calm, others will not have too much psychological burden.

Ten minutes later, under the cover of fighter jets, the transport aircraft formation began to lower its flight altitude. The red indicator light in the cabin suddenly lit up. The pilot opened the door from the cockpit and walked out and shouted to everyone:

"Okay, ladies, you can perform on stage...Lieutenant Colonel Barthos, I wish you good luck."

"Everyone stands up! Start skydiving in five minutes!"

Barthus called out, then walked to the middle of the cabin to check the equipment for each soldier one by one, reminded him of some necessary airborne keys, and slapped heavily on their shoulders to express encouragement.

"Don't panic, remember the key points of daily training!"

"Jump down in sequence in sequence. The umbrella opening time cannot be too early or too late, otherwise the last picture that flashes in front of you will be your knees!"

"The rope of the secondary umbrella is on your right hand. If the main umbrella cannot be opened, don't panic. You have a second chance, but remember not to pull the two of them away at the same time..."

The cabin door was slowly opened, and the strong wind whistled in an instant. Barsos was the first to walk to the cabin door. The altitude of hundreds of meters under his feet was breathtaking, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a few points.

"The height is 800, the wind is southward!" The pilot shouted loudly in the strong wind, and at the same time gave Balsos a thumbs up and signaled that the other party could start.

Balsos did not hesitate and jumped out of the cabin. His body was like a wisp of leaves falling down. He let the strong wind rag in his ears, focused on adjusting his body's angle, and quickly pulled the rope on the umbrella bag after a few seconds.

The soldiers followed his pace and jumped from the plane one by one. The light gray parachutes bloomed like blooming flowers in the air. After a while, a large number of parachute escalators fell downwards appeared in the sky.

The airborne area was twenty kilometers south of Yinatan Mountain, which was the only way for the Japanese army to retreat south. At this time, many Japanese troops stationed here had discovered the situation in the air.

This was a big blow. It should be the first time they encountered an airborne attack from the enemy deep in the rear. In a panic, the Japanese had to set up a machine gun and began to shoot at the targets in the air.

Due to the lack of anti-aircraft guns, these Japanese scattered troops could only rely on their existing weapons to attack. The Type 99 light machine guns seemed so powerless to face air targets hundreds of meters away. Although the blind cat occasionally encountered a dead mouse and could hit a few close paratroopers, no matter how far they were, they could do nothing.

The escort fighter planes are not just looking at them but not working. Seeing that there is an enemy blocking them on the ground, they immediately whistled down from the sky without saying a word, and rushed towards the places on the ground where the fire was held, otherwise they would dive with bombs.

Anyway, there is no large-scale threat of anti-aircraft artillery, and they can do whatever they want in the sky. As long as the Japanese army dares to expose the target of the firepower point, they will not live for five minutes.
Chapter completed!