The general-purpose machine gun roared angrily, knocking down the rows of Siamese who came out of the street corner with rifles and howling. The rest of the Siamese quickly got down and hid at the corner of the street, or just exploded.
They exchanged fire with the Anjia Army paratroopers blocking the building in front of the street.
A machine gunner was shooting. A bullet flying from nowhere hit his neck directly. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The machine gunner made a strange sound from his throat. He just covered the bleeding part with his hand and died due to blood loss.
He fell down on the handle of the gun, turning the general machine gun red.
The deputy shooter hugged the machine gunner away, holding the general-purpose machine gun that was stained red with blood, and watched the street below with vigilance. The ammunition hand next to him was automatically upgraded to the deputy shooter. An infantryman holding an automatic rifle quickly assumed the role of the ammunition hand.
task.
This is already the fourth machine gunner who died while sticking to this window position. Almost all the Siamese in Bangkok were organized and attacked in a wave shape, attacking the Anjiajun paratroopers and the Chinese stormtroopers one after another.
The Siamese people would organize a large-scale assault after every firing on the built defense line. If it were not for the power of the general machine guns, the defense line might have been breached by the Siamese.
"It's not an option to continue like this. Even if they give ten lives in exchange for one of us, we will also suffer."
After receiving the emergency telegrams from each company, Ling Xing paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, calmly thinking about countermeasures.
In the past, he would have gone out alone to seek the enemy's misfortune, but now he is a dignified major general and division commander, shouldering heavy responsibilities and not allowed to make unwise choices.
At this time, Captain Ming Jing, the stormtrooper squadron leader who was ordered to obey the command of the paratroopers, walked into the temporary headquarters and asked Ling Xing:
"General, such a passive defense is not the answer. Since the Siamese are willing to sacrifice their lives to attack us, why don't we go in the opposite direction and rush into their rear to deal with the Siamese who have fallen into madness? These Siamese
Since the Luo people participated in the massacre of the Chinese and now threaten the security of our defense line, we can only respond with blood for blood and tooth for tooth.
"I am willing to lead my squadron to the rear of the Siamese and disrupt them. Those untrained rabble will severely damage the morale of the army as long as the rear is in chaos, and then our defense line will be safe.
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Ling Xing pondered for a moment and said with some worry: "Going deep behind enemy lines, supplies are cut off, and enemies may appear around you at any time. It is very dangerous!"
"It's not dangerous!"
Ming Jing shook his head: "The difference between Siamese and Chinese is actually not that big! As long as we don't wear military uniforms, when the Siamese look at us, they have to distinguish whether they are their own. This period of time is enough for us to move around! Relatively speaking,
This kind of frontal battle with mutual attack and defense and clear divisions is even more dangerous!"
"All right!"
Ling Xing nodded: "In that case, I promise you. Do you have any requests?"
Ming Jing hesitated to speak, and then with the encouragement of the other party, he bit the bullet and said: "If I complete the mission, I ask to return to the army. If possible, I want to join the general's command."
Ling Xing patted Ming Jing on the shoulder: "Okay, I promise you! As long as I, Ling, am the commander of the First Division, you will be my airborne soldier of the First Division!"
Ming Jing happily saluted Ling Xing, thought of something before leaving, and then came back: "We need some of the Siamese Army's standard weapons. Although our automatic weapons are powerful, we can tell the difference between ourselves and the enemy at a glance.
The Japanese-style weapons equipped by the Siamese army do not have this problem."
Ling Xing quickly wrote a note and handed it to Ming Jing: "In the morning we annihilated the 22nd Division and seized a lot of weapons. Under several buildings, we also found several small Siamese arsenals. You can choose any weapons you want.
Yes. I only have one request, that you all come back intact, do you understand?"
"yes!"
Ming Jing ran away.
Half an hour later, Ming Jing took more than a hundred stormtroopers selected from his squadron and went directly into Chulalongkorn University from a secret tunnel in Lumpinee Park.
The university campus was deserted. Slogans such as "Siam is the Siam of the Siamese", "Blood debt must be paid with blood", and "Chinese people get out of Siam" were thrown everywhere in the classrooms and playgrounds.
Ming Jing and his men quickly rushed out of the school gate and entered the nearby streets. After walking for a few minutes, they came face to face with a group of noisy Siamese people, holding Type 38 rifles in their hands. When they saw Ming Jing and his party, they were stunned for a moment.
Ming Jing and others didn't give them much reaction at all. The first few people picked up crooked machine guns and fired randomly. The street was straight and you could see all the way to the end. There was no way to avoid it. The group of Siamese people fell in a pool of blood.
Ming Jing rushed over and found that several people in the group were holding American Thompson submachine guns. He couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Ming Jing asked people to put the intact submachine guns and 38 rifles on their backs, and collected bullets from the pile of corpses.
, and then slowly left, the city of Bangkok was filled with gunshots. It wasn’t until someone passed by on the street half an hour later that they noticed something unusual here.
After passing through more than ten streets, Ming Jing and others arrived near the Manhanakhon River in the city center. They found a three-story building destroyed in yesterday's riot by the railway. Ming Jing made a "stop moving" gesture.
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Subsequently, Ming Jing entered this messy building with a Thompson submachine gun. This was originally a residence for wealthy Chinese people. However, during yesterday's smashing, looting, and burning, all valuable things had been looted, leaving only the
The furniture that was not removed was scattered across the dilapidated house. Many parts of the house were blackened. It is estimated that the Siamese people were planning to burn it to the ground after the robbery. They could not ignite it for a while and abandoned it. The entire building was basically intact.
, Later, Der Spiegel also discovered a tunnel under the large water tank in the backyard, which was connected to several surrounding buildings.
Ming Jing observed carefully and felt that this was a better place to stay, so he walked to the door and ordered: "Everyone come in, and then we will temporarily use this place as a base to fuck the fucking Siamese monkeys.
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More than a hundred stormtroopers had just arrived in the backyard. The team member in charge of sentry came in and reported: "Squadron leader, there is movement in the east. Guns have been going off for a while!"
Ming Jing nodded and immediately ordered: "Zhang Xuesong!"
"arrive!"
"You are the sniper of our squadron, bring your rifle and follow me!"
"yes!"
"Liu Ziqiang!"
"arrive!"
"Bring four brothers, two submachine guns and two crooked weapons and prepare to follow me!"
"yes!"
"The rest of the people will sort this out. It's best to check all the buildings connected to the tunnels below, carefully explore the surrounding environment, and place sentries at all exits to prevent Siamese monkeys from sneaking in!"
"yes!"
Ming Jing quickly made arrangements, and soon he took Zhang Xuesong, Liu Ziqiang and four other brothers and rushed to a building to the east.
At this time, Ming Jing had already replaced his Type 38 rifle. As soon as he walked to the street, he heard the chirping voice and immediately waved his hand to signal everyone to separate and lurk.
Just after hiding in a house next to the street, more than a dozen heavily armed Siamese escorted more than a hundred Chinese and walked out of the corner. The leader unexpectedly spoke in Japanese: "Ongka Jun, first of all
Secure these Chinese people, and when they arrive at Shage Temple, shoot them all!"
Another person even communicated in Japanese: "Thanks to Mr. Morita for leading us, our team gained the most and killed the most Chinese people. These Chinese people are like rats, specializing in tunneling. Only Mr. Morita can discover such secrets by observing the details."
Entrance. Darling, there is a wall behind the bookcase, and the trash can behind the wall is the switch. More than a hundred people were crowded in the tunnel under the trash can. It’s incredible to catch so many at once!”
These dragging Chinese, who cannot understand Japanese and do not know the fate they are about to face, are walking forward indifferently.
The reason why the Siamese did not dare to shoot them on the spot was because they had too few troops and no machine guns. Once they fired, they would probably arouse strong resistance from the Chinese, so they had to take these Chinese to places where the Siamese had the upper hand.
Then we'll solve it together.
"Fuck grandma!"
Der Spiegel never expected that the Siamese people would actually merge with the Japanese expatriates. This well explains why the armed mobs in Bangkok suddenly became good at fighting, and Japanese people with good military training were making plans behind them.
, the progress of the Siamese people is very obvious.
Ming Jing slowly moved the Type 38 rifle, and the crosshair never left the head of the Japanese who was respected as the leader. He held his breath and was about to pull the trigger when he heard a "bang" gunshot.
A burst of blood mist sprayed from his temples, and his body tilted and fell to one side.
Ming Jing lost his target and quickly turned the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at another Siamese man who could speak Japanese and pulled the trigger. There was a "pop" sound and the bullet drew a bloody line from the back of his head and flew out.
Hearing the gunfire, Zhang Xuesong, another sniper behind Ming Jing, pulled the trigger almost at the same time. A hole was opened in the head of a Siamese man who was about to lie down on the ground, and the bullet penetrated into the Tianling cover and shot out from the back of his neck.
"Bang bang bang——"
The submachine guns in the hands of the other two stormtroopers opened fire at the same time. One Siamese man who had not yet understood what was going on was beaten into pieces and fell down, but the other Siamese man escaped the shooting.
"Da da——"
The two crooked machine guns roared simultaneously and fired precise short bursts, covering the two Siamese thugs. No matter how concealed they were, they could not escape the bullets. Soon the two Siamese men were lying dead on the street.
From the first gunshot to the present, it never took more than two seconds. Ming Jing pulled the bolt of the gun, pulled the trigger again and fired a bullet, carving a bloody hole in the head of a Siamese man lying on the ground.
.At the same time, Zhang Xue fired a shot, and another Japs head exploded. Almost at the same time, there was also a gunshot, and a Siamese man lying on the ground had his head blown off again.
This gunshot and the first gunshot were made by the same rifle. Based on the sound, Mingjing judged that it was the gunshot of the Zhongzheng Type-2 rifle. All the equipment in his own team were Japanese-style weapons, so it was impossible.
He is the one who leads himself.
"The marksmanship is so accurate! Who is that shooter?" Ming Jing wondered for a while.
In a sudden change, nine Siamese were shot dead in a row. The remaining six Siamese armed mobs all lay on the ground, shooting randomly in the direction of the gunshots with their rifles. The captured Chinese saw this.
, fled in all directions, only a dozen or so who were strong and courageous rushed towards the Siamese mob lying on the ground.
Hearing the noise behind them, the six Siamese mob turned around, and a row of gunshots rang out. Two strong Chinese men covered their chests and fell down. Before the Siamese mob could fire a second shot, the remaining Chinese had already pounced.
Going up, two or three men confronted a Siamese mob and started to struggle with them on the ground.
Although these Siamese thugs are short in stature, they must have learned Muay Thai, and they are quite strong. Their fighting skills are amazing. One person can deal with two to three Chinese people without losing any of them.
Seeing the Chinese and Siamese fighting together, Ming Jing did not dare to shoot. He knew that the Type 38 rifle had extremely strong penetrating power. If a Siamese monkey was killed with one shot, the bullet would directly hit his own person after passing through the human body.
, the bullet has already rolled by that time, and will be even more lethal to your own people!
Ming Jing no longer thought about it, pulled out the box cannon from his waist, and rushed to the Chinese and Siamese who were fighting with each other in a few steps. The box cannon opened fire repeatedly, and soon all the remaining six Siamese were dead.
Ming Jing and several brothers pulled the Chinese people up from the ground and asked: "Why are you stranded in this area? I remember the night before yesterday, after Siam invaded South China, Hongxing Society went door to door to mobilize people to live in the Chinese area.
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The Chinese leader looked ashamed: "We were careless. We couldn't bear to part with the place where we have lived for many years and the pots and jars at home. No one thought that the Siamese are so vicious and would actually attack the Chinese."
Ming Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly: "People die for money and birds die for food. Do you know that you will almost be sent to Shage Temple and be shot uniformly?"
"No way?"
A Chinese said in surprise: "Didn't they say that we would be sent to concentration camps, imprisoned together, and released when the war is over?"
Ming Jing shook his head repeatedly: "I was a soldier in the Anjia Army. I participated in the Battle of Songhu and the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War. I understand some Japanese. These turtles have a brigade headquarters in Shage Temple. I want to come there where more Siamese people gather.
Moreover, the firepower is relatively strong, so I won’t worry about you rebelling wherever I send it, and it’s just convenient for practicing marksmanship.”
The Chinese's face changed drastically: "Impossible? Why don't they follow international conventions? Aren't they afraid of sanctions from the great powers?"
"Sanctions are nothing!"
Der Spiegel sneered: "You know? Yesterday, these Siamese mobs ransacked the embassy area. Most of the British, Yankees, French, Germans, etc. didn't escape. All their heads were cut off. You thought it was just for fun.
What about playing house? There is only one word to deal with those beasts: kill! Kill them all. Only the dead Siamese mob will not pose a threat to us!"
At this point, Ming Jing suddenly heard a soft sound in his ears, turned his head and pointed to the house next to him: "Come out, I know where you are. I see you are also killing Siamese, they are all your own, there is no need to hide
Cover-up!"
In the direction pointed by the mirror, a beautiful girl with bright eyes and good eyes suddenly jumped down from the roof wearing a pink dome hat, a two-button blue shirt on the upper body, and a pair of black trousers on the lower body.