Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

The faint light of dawn has not yet completely dispelled the dark night of the Dalat Valley. The thick morning mist is like a thick curtain, covering this ancient and mysterious land.

Suddenly, dozens of smoke columns rose abruptly from the canyon, instantly breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

The Type 92 heavy machine guns of the Japanese vanguard troops were spewing flames ferociously in the morning mist, and the flickering flames at the muzzles were like the eyes of a devil, dancing in the darkness.

Along with fierce gunfire, the miserable screams of the Siamese vassal army echoed in the air, and they were torn into countless pieces by the ruthless flames.

Unfortunately, they stepped on the glass mines carefully laid by the Free Army. These seemingly fragile but powerful weapons exploded under their feet, splashing blood, flesh and soil, and limbs scattered all over the ground.

Ryozo Sakuma was in the armored command vehicle at this moment. His face was full of anxiety and anger. He held the radio transmitter tightly in both hands, veins bulging, and shouted loudly: "Air Force! Provide battlefield cover immediately!" The voice seemed to penetrate the thick fog and convey his extreme inner uneasiness.

Soon, twelve FW-190 fighter planes swooped down from the sky, their sharp whistling sounds cutting through the sky like the roar of death.

However, they had never expected that what was waiting ahead was a tight air defense network woven by the Free Army.

From the limestone cave, dense anti-aircraft fire suddenly rose up, and tongues of fire sprayed into the sky, interweaving into a web of death.

The Free Army's Bofors anti-aircraft guns demonstrated their powerful force at this moment. The muzzles flashed dazzling light, and the shells rushed towards the enemy planes with angry roars.

In an instant, the fuel tank of a German fighter plane was hit accurately, the fuel tank ruptured, fuel splashed out, and a raging fire broke out.

The fighter plane trailed a long trail of thick smoke and staggered towards the cliff like a bird with broken wings.

Amid the violent explosion, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the Buddha statue on the cliff that had been weathered for thousands of years. The compassionate face of the Buddha seemed to reveal a trace of compassion under the light of the fire, witnessing this cruel war.

At the same time, in the distant Strait of Malacca, the night was like a huge piece of black satin, gently covering the sea surface.

Sir Davidson, director of the British Far East Intelligence Agency, was sitting in his spacious office, gently shaking a whiskey glass in his hand. The crystal liquid in the glass swayed gently with his movements, and the ice ball hit the wall of the glass with a crisp sound, which unexpectedly matched the rhythmic tidal rhythm outside the window.

A secret message was spread out in front of him, which clearly showed that "the Free Army is fighting a bloody battle with the Japanese Army."

This was the first full month of secret contact between the British Army and the Free Army, and the situation of the war became even more confusing.

Sir Davidson frowned slightly, a thoughtful look on his face, then he tapped the bronze Buddha statue on the corner of the table with the pipe in his hand. The statue was the trophy looted from the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon. He said slowly: "Tell those natives that if they defeat the Japanese, we will give them more, including supporting their independence." His voice was low and powerful, as if declaring an unshakable determination.

The intelligence officer stood aside, showing a hint of hesitation on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "But the order from Downing Street is..."

However, before he could finish his words, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the window, interrupting his words.

It turned out that a Japanese patrol boat was shelling a smuggling ship. The cargo ship flying the Portuguese flag was on fire on its deck. The wooden box of the American Thompson submachine gun was burning in the sea of ​​fire, making crackling sounds. The flames danced wildly in the sea breeze, reflecting the surrounding sea surface red.

Under the magnificent gilded eaves of the Bangkok Royal Palace, the Siamese Regent Pripatnamrong is conducting an astrology ceremony.

A thick scent of incense filled the air, and the ivory hexagrams cast long, mysterious shadows on the malachite altar.

The court astrologer looked terrified and read out the ominous omen in a trembling voice: "Rahu has invaded the White Tiger Palace..."

However, before his words faded away, the heavy sound of the Japanese advisers' military boots crushed the mysterious chanting.

Lieutenant General Shojiro Iida strode in, and the sword at his waist made a sharp sound on the smooth floor tiles, breaking the tranquility here.

"Your Majesty, please sign the special grain collection order immediately." The interpreter's voice seemed a little distorted in the palace filled with fragrant mist, as if it also carried a kind of oppressive power.

The young king sat on the throne, his fingers subconsciously tightening on the peacock feathers. He looked through the palace window and saw Japanese military police in the courtyard beating the unarmed monks with rifle butts. The Buddhist bowl rolled down the steps, making a crisp sound. This sound was like a key that opened the door to his childhood memories. Ten years ago, the French colonists also stepped into the Emerald Buddha Temple in a very brutal way. Those humiliating scenes kept appearing before his eyes.

That night, three transport ships loaded with Siamese rice sank quietly on the Chao Phraya River.

The frogmen of the Free Army cut the ropes without anyone noticing under the cover of night, and the four-faced Buddha enshrined on the bow slowly sank into the mud at the bottom of the river along with the heavy bags of grain.

The next morning, the streets of Bangkok were covered with Japanese leaflets that read "Heaven Punishes Traitors" overnight. The edges of the leaflets were dotted with jasmine petals. The dew on the petals sparkled in the morning light, as if it was a silent protest of this land.

Deep in the humid and dense monsoon forest, the armored column of the 23rd Division of the Japanese Army was stuck in a quagmire and moving forward with difficulty. The environment here is undoubtedly a nightmare for mechanized troops.

The radiator of the Type 95 tank was tightly blocked by dense vines, and the engine made a dull roar, as if it was struggling in pain.

The driver had no choice but to open the hatch and try to check the situation. However, at that moment, a poisonous arrow shot through the treetops like lightning and pierced his throat accurately.

He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down, blood gushing out from his neck, staining the hatch of the tank red.

The engineering regiment walking in the front also encountered a huge crisis. They accidentally stepped on a bamboo stick trap. The sharp spikes, which were tempered with the sap of curare wood, were like sharp fangs. They easily penetrated their military boots and stabbed deeply into their feet.

The soldiers rolled in the mud in agony, screaming in agony. Their legs began to fester rapidly, with black pus and blood oozing out of the wounds, emitting a disgusting stench.

They scratched their legs frantically, trying to relieve the piercing pain, but it was all in vain.

"Damn it! Is this a war or hunting!" Ryozo Sakuma could no longer suppress his anger. He drew his saber angrily and chopped off the strangler fig tree that was entangled with the radio antenna. The twisted branches of the banyan tree broke one after another in the light of the knife, and green juice splashed everywhere.

At this moment, the whole jungle was suddenly filled with the sound of Bawu, which was melodious and powerful, like a war song from ancient times.

The Free Army cleverly used traditional Dai musical instruments to simulate the horn of a general attack. The sound echoed in the jungle, filling the hearts of the Japanese soldiers with fear.

They thought the Free Army was about to launch a full-scale attack, and hurriedly formed a circular defense line, holding guns and looking around nervously.

However, they never expected that the truly deadly killing move came from underground.

Three days ago, the Free Army carefully buried ammonium nitrate explosives here. At this moment, with an order, the explosives were detonated instantly.

Violent explosions resounded throughout the jungle. The earth seemed to be shaken violently by an invisible giant hand, and dirt, rocks, trees and the bodies of Japanese soldiers were thrown high into the air.

The two squadrons of Japanese soldiers were instantly wiped out in the sudden explosion. Their lives were like fragile ants, ruthlessly crushed under the wheel of war.

Dusk gradually fell, like a layer of gray gauze, slowly covering this tragic battlefield.

Flocks of carrion kites began to circle in the air, their sharp cries piercing the sky, as if they were playing a dirge for this brutal war.

The medical soldiers were busy on the battlefield, trying to treat the wounded soldiers, but they found that the wounds of the wounded were crawling with red fire ants. These jungle natives, startled by the explosion, were using their sharp stingers to massacre the wounded more cruelly than mustard gas.

The wounded soldiers struggled in pain, screaming miserably, their faces filled with despair and fear.

A certain Japanese sergeant who was not in his right mind had a complete mental breakdown in the chaos and fear. He fired madly at the tree trunk full of leeches, and kept talking nonsense.

It was not until a friendly bullet ruthlessly pierced his temple that he finally fell to the ground, ending this crazy and tragic life.

His body slowly fell down, splashing a cloud of dust, as if telling the cruelty and absurdity of this war.

As time went on, the war became more and more intense.

Although the Freedom Army achieved certain victories in this battle, they also knew clearly that the Japanese army would never give up.

They had to quickly adjust their strategy, strengthen their defense, and prepare for a more fierce counterattack from the Japanese army.

In the temporary headquarters of the Free Army, the commanders sat around a shabby table, studying the map carefully.

The map marked the Japanese troop deployment and possible attack routes. Their expressions were serious and solemn.

"According to intelligence, the Japanese army is gathering its forces, and they are likely to launch a large-scale attack in the next few days." The intelligence officer said worriedly, pointing to several marks on the map.

"We must strengthen our defense line as soon as possible and find a way to cut off the Japanese supply lines." A young officer offered his suggestion.

The commander nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the supply line is their lifeline. We can organize a commando team, go deep behind enemy lines and destroy their supply lines. However, this mission is very dangerous. Who is willing to go?"

As soon as the voice fell, the conference room suddenly became quiet, and everyone fell into deep thought. After a while, a burly soldier stood up and said firmly: "I will go! I am familiar with the terrain in that area and I will definitely complete the task."

The commander looked at him with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Okay, you will lead the commando team. Remember, you must be careful and safety first."

At the same time, the Japanese army was also nervously planning its next move.

Because of this defeat, Ryozo Sakuma was severely reprimanded by his superiors, and his heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He vowed to deal a heavy blow to the Freedom Army and save his own face.

"The Free Army is too cunning. We can't attack blindly like this anymore. We must formulate a detailed battle plan and take a long-term view," suggested a staff officer.

Sakuma Ryozo snorted coldly: "No matter what method I use, I must destroy them as soon as possible. Mobilize all the troops and prepare to launch a general attack!"

In the next few days, both sides made intensive preparations.

The Free Army planted more mines and set various traps in front of the defense line, while strengthening patrols and vigilance.

The Japanese army mobilized a large number of troops and weapons and equipment, preparing to launch a devastating attack on the Free Army.

Finally, on a cloudy morning, the Japanese general offensive began.

Artillery fire rained down on the Free Army's positions, the explosions were deafening, and the smoke filled the sky, blocking out the sun. The Free Army soldiers lay tightly in the trenches, waiting for the Japanese attack.

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the Japanese army surged in like a tide.

Holding guns and shouting, they rushed towards the Free Army's defense line.

The Freedom Army fighters were not afraid. They fought back and fired bullets at the Japanese army like locusts.

For a moment, the sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions intertwined on the battlefield, as if it were a purgatory on earth.

During the fierce battle, the Free Army commandos also successfully sneaked behind enemy lines.

They carefully approached the Japanese supply line along the rugged mountain road. Along the way, they encountered many difficulties and dangers, but they overcame them one by one with their tenacious will and outstanding combat skills.

Finally, they found the Japanese supply convoy.

There were many Japanese soldiers guarding the convoy, and the guards were tight. The commando leader observed the terrain and then formulated a battle plan.

They divided into several groups and launched surprise attacks on the Japanese army from different directions.

The Japanese soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden attack and immediately fell into chaos. The commandos took the opportunity to rush forward and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese army with grenades and submachine guns.

Japanese soldiers fell one after another, and the supply convoy was blown up and a raging fire broke out.

On the battlefield, the Free Army's defense line was in danger under the fierce attack of the Japanese army.

However, the soldiers did not retreat at all. They used their flesh and blood to tenaciously resist the Japanese attack.

Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

It turned out that their own fighter planes came to support. They circled in the sky and launched fierce bombing on the Japanese army.

The Japanese army's offensive formation was disrupted and morale suffered a great blow.

The morale of the Free Army fighters was boosted when they saw the support.

They took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, rushing towards the Japanese army like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Under the attack of fighter planes, the Japanese army gradually could not resist and began to retreat.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, the Japanese army was finally repelled.

The battlefield was in a mess, with corpses and broken limbs everywhere, and blood dyed the ground red.

Although the Free Army won the victory, it also paid a heavy price. (End of this chapter)