“Huh…huh…”

The Supreme Commander of the Yangon Defense Army, Hitaro Kimura, was moved to a bunker east of the castle under the escort of the guards.

The gas mask was full of breath, but they did not dare to stay. The explosions from time to time made everyone extremely nervous.

Finally arrived at the bunker, and after all the senior officers entered, the soldiers quickly closed the population gate.

This is a fortification deeply embedded in the ground, about thirty square meters, divided into three layers, half of which are exposed on the surface, and the other parts are buried underneath, all of which are poured from reinforced concrete.

There is also an authentic tunnel to the exit of other places. The entire fortification is extremely solid. Even if it is hit by a bomb of less than 500 kilograms, it will only destroy its surface at most. There are three layers of partitions at the bottom, which is very safe.

However, the location of this bunker is too close to the periphery and was originally used to serve as the core of the east defense line of the city, but the original command post has been covered by poisonous gas bombs. For safety reasons, the command post can only be transferred here.

Kimura Hitaro, who had just arrived in the bunker, hurriedly took off his gas mask and breathed in fresh air. The same was true for the people around him, all of whom were still scared of the scene outside.

"Have the casualties of each unit been sorted out?" Kimura, who had just taken a breath, held his hands on the table and hurriedly asked the Chief of Staff.

"Each corps on the peripheral positions have been affected to varying degrees by the enemy's chemical bombs. According to the reports of the troops below, more than 5,000 people have lost their combat effectiveness..."

Chief of Staff Nobuo Nanze looked at everyone and continued to preach helplessly:

"The most severely damaged were the 45th Division and 22nd Brigade. Their base was at the center of the enemy's attack and had the greatest impact. Four battalions lost contact, of which less than a thousand soldiers escaped from the Matsumoto corps of the 29th Brigade..."

Hearing that the officers around him were silent, Kimura Hitotaro was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his face trembling with his flesh.

"Damn Chinese! Damn!"

With the continuous explosions coming from outside, the floating ash on the surrounding walls could not stop falling down, and the poisonous gas bombs were endlessly bombarded. This was obviously the other party's long-planned plan and did not give them a chance to breathe.

"Call me the commander-in-chief of the Temple to report the current situation in Yangon and ask for tactical guidance! There is also the Siam Fourth Division, when will these cowards be willing to cut off the logistics line of the Chinese people??"

Kimura Hitotaro's expression was ferocious, and he looked anxious. He walked around the room and was at a loss, and had long since disappeared from his initial high spirits.

"Commander, we should now take the initiative to contact the navy and ask them to continue to fight back against the enemy's artillery..." Nobuo Nanze made a weak comment.

"Are those deer in the Navy blind?? They are all fighting like this and don't know how to fight back? Do you want me to beg them?"

This mean, incompetent and unintentional guy is indeed worthy of his title of "robot". He only knows how to obey orders and is indifferent to his own problems. Now he still cares about his face and refuses to contact friendly forces.

Nanze Xinfu was very despised, but he didn't dare to have an attack. He could only continue to patiently dissuade him:

"The Chinese have made such a big move, obviously they have made sufficient offensive preparations. At present, we should actively rescue the wounded soldiers, organize the remaining warriors to rebuild the defense line, and at the same time put aside the prejudice and let the navy strengthen us with all their strength, otherwise..."

Nanze Nobuo didn't say it too bluntly, but everyone knows what the most terrible result is.

"Okay, I understand!" Kimura Hitotaro couldn't help but sigh. Even if he was proud of himself, he had to judge the situation at this moment.

When I arrived in Yangon, I thought that with the help of tens of thousands of troops and navy in my hands, I could completely block the Chinese.

From the beginning, he commanded his troops to take the initiative and attacked the Honorary Third Division, which moved south from Bogu Province, but the cruel reality slapped him hard.

The current Japanese army is completely disproportionate to the Expeditionary Force, both in terms of firepower and logistics. Some new recruits recruited from China are even more combat-effective. It is conceivable that they are directly beaten by the Honorary Third Division and the Armored Brigade.

Then the 200th Division and the 50th Division landed directly behind and went straight to the rear. At this time, Kimura Hitoro realized that he was no match at all, so he hurriedly asked for help from the upper body. After obtaining the retreat permit, he retreated to the southern part of Yangon Province.

So in the days that he was suppressed and beaten by Long Wenhua, he lost important towns such as Yongsheng, Boxi, and Donggua one after another. There were only four divisions in hand but could not do anything to the other party.

If there weren't a few high grounds outside Yangon City that were easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the heavy cruisers of the navy that came to contain the offensive momentum of the Rong-3rd Division, I'm afraid the entire Yangon garrison would have been rushed to the sea by the 88th Army, which had successfully joined forces, to feed fish.

………

At this time... under the guidance and correction of the airship, the artillery units of the Expeditionary Force were firing at the enemy in full swing. Each round of artillery can almost accurately hit the target. The fierce artillery fire seemed to dye Yangon City red.

The Japanese defense line had become a cemetery, like a doomsday meteorite, countless fortifications of civilian houses were destroyed, and the soaring casualties made their commanders scratch their heads in a hurry.

However, if the firepower is severely insufficient, you can only be beaten passively. There is no other way except to ask for support to the navy.

This was the first time the Expeditionary Force had fully opened fire in a few months. The terrifying shelling made people feel broken. The rolling dust covered the sky and the shells were almost paused like hail.

At this time, hiding in ordinary trenches has lost its meaning. The shells will bombard the sky with people and soil, leaving only a deep pit several meters wide on the ground.

Even those seemingly solid fortresses, with a 155-heavy cannon, would fly across the rubble, and the soldiers inside would either die or be injured.

For this general attack, Liao Mingyu called five transportation regiments and three engineering regiments, as well as a large number of civilian laborers, and all non-front combat troops joined the logistics transportation queue.

There are more than 20 tons of shells transported to the front line recently. In addition to high-intensity and high-density shooting, a massive amount of ammunition is consumed every minute.

Such a scene is a rare sight. Many soldiers have never seen such a terrible battlefield. The shells seemed to be free of money and were smashed on the Japanese positions in the past. Wherever they went, they were simply a waste of grass.

At this time, an observation hydrogen balloon also rose on the Japanese Navy ship, headed by three heavy cruisers, and all muzzles began to adjust the angle parameters, preparing to use the same method to curb the opponent's shelling.
Chapter completed!