Check in from the bright sword

Chapter 16

There are about 30 Japanese troops on the ground.

Seeing two American Wesley jeeps leading a Type 30 light tank approaching in a zigzag shape, the more than [-] Japanese soldiers turned their heads and cast curious eyes.

These Japanese soldiers were completely unaware that death had come.

As Long Wenwen said in the TV series, in the battle of Burma, the British army and the national army lost like crazy, and the Japanese army won crazy. A small team dared to surround the airport, and a dozen Japanese soldiers dared to chase a regiment of the national army or even A division hits.

A second lieutenant of the Japanese army came up to him and asked loudly, "Hey, which unit are you from?"

Long Wenwen didn't respond, so Wang Yan replied, "We belong to Yamada's army. Which army do you belong to?"

"We are from the Takeuchi Army." The second lieutenant of the Japanese army frowned, and then asked again, "Didn't your Yamada army go west to chase the British army? Why are you here?"

"The ghost knows why we are here? Myanmar is all the same place, and it is impossible to tell which is which." Wang Yan said, while following the Type [-] light tank behind him and "hanging" on the tank very covertly. The dozen or so routs made a gesture, and Milong and the rest of the routs naturally saw it.

The turret of the Type [-] tank immediately rotated.

Heidongdong's 37mm caliber main gun and coaxial machine gun aimed at the Japanese positions.

The pupils of the second lieutenant of the Japanese army shrank slightly for a moment, and he shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Fire!" Long Wenwen stopped shouting, and Wang Yan threw out the [-]-style grenade in his palm.

Almost at the same time, cannon fodder such as Mengfanle, Milong, Bula, Bean Cake, and Snake Butt also opened fire at the same time.

Kang Ya, who was hiding in the Type 7.7 light tank, was not slow to react. The [-]mm coaxial machine gun opened fire violently, and the dense rain of bullets rushed towards the Japanese positions in an instant.

The Japanese troops on the front line were defenseless, and fell down row after row.

In just one round of rapid firepower, more than half of the more than 30 Japanese soldiers were knocked down.

Among the more than 20 Japanese soldiers who were killed, half of them were killed by Kang Ya.

The remaining less than ten Japanese soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit and ran forward in a panic.

As a result, after running less than 50 meters, a dense rain of bullets came from the front.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers also fell in a pool of blood.

Except for Wang Yan, everyone else was startled by the sudden gunshots in front of them.

The gunfire ceased, and the entire valley fell silent. Long Wenwen waved his hand, and a dozen rout soldiers who were hanging on the tank quickly jumped out of the vehicle and entered the Japanese defensive position.

Long Wenwen hid behind the jeep and shouted loudly, "Are you a brother from the Sichuan Army?"

"A brother from the Sichuan Army?"

"A brother from the regiment?"

"Brother?"

"?"

Long Wenwen's voice echoed repeatedly in the valley, spreading far away.

After a while, a Sichuan accent sounded in the valley: "We belong to the Sichuan Army, which regiment are you from?"

"I want Brother Ma!" Dou Bing, who was hiding behind Wang Yan, immediately shouted excitedly, "I want Brother Ma, I am Dou Bing."

"Want hemp?" Bu La poked out half of his head wearing a steel helmet from behind the sandbag, and asked loudly, "Is that you?"

"Not spicy? It's me." With the answer, a head wearing a British steel helmet poked out from the bushes tens of meters away, and then grinned, showing the iconic buck teeth.

"Damn bastard!" Bu La immediately rushed forward and slapped Yao Ma across the face.

Yao Ma also slapped Bu Lai's face back, and scolded with a smile: "Goofy dick."

Seeing Dou Bing approaching, Yao Ma then slapped Dou Bing on the back of the head, and Dou Bing showed a smirk as if meeting a relative: "Brother Ma."

"Why do you look so ghostly?" Yaoma asked.

Not spicy, so I talked about what happened after the plane crashed.

Yao Ma then said happily: "I'm luckier than you. Our plane landed safely and received the weapons and equipment that the British guy promised."

After finishing speaking, Yao Ma clapped the rifle in his hand.

It's an almost new Lee Enfield rifle.

More than 20 rout soldiers emerged from behind Yaoma.

Li Wula was also among the more than 20 routs.

Although Li Wula had been temporarily appointed as the company commander before going to Myanmar.

But obviously, these rout soldiers didn't regard Li Wula as a company commander at all.

Li Wula obviously didn't regard herself as a company commander, and silently shrank among the rout soldiers.

It is inappropriate to say that the routs are inappropriate, because including the need for numbness, these routs have all changed into brand-new British military uniforms, and each has a Lee Enfield rifle and even a Bren light machine gun.

Long Wenwen shouted: "The Sichuan Army has them all, assemble!"

Cannon fodders such as Milong, Meng Fanle, and Bula hurriedly lined up.

Yao Ma and the more than 20 cannon fodder that followed did not respond.

Yao Ma frowned and asked, "Guild son, who is he?"

"Guierdi, I'm your team leader." Long Wenwen said in a Sichuan accent, "Long Wenwen."

"The head of Hammer." Yao Ma said with a smile, "To coax the ghosts, the head of our Sichuan Army is Yu Xiaoqing."

"Yu Xiaoqing is dead." Long Wenwen turned his attention to the other cannon fodder behind Ma, and said loudly, "Now I am the head of the Sichuan Army, and you all have to listen to me."

Seeing that Yao Ma was still standing still, Long Wenwen immediately came over and kicked his ass.

Yao Ma staggered and stood beside Dou Bing, and Dou Bing showed a silly smile again: "Brother Yao Ma."

"Hammer." Yaoma slapped Doubing on the back of the head as usual, but did not leave the queue after all.

Long Wenwen kicked the remaining 20 cannon fodder into the queue one by one, forming two teams in the valley.

Looking at the two platoons of rout soldiers in front of him, Long Wenwen showed a slightly satisfied expression on his face. He now has a platoon of soldiers in his hand.

However, this force is far from enough.