Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

Fang Ligong received the order from Chu Yunfei.

Soon we received a report from the front-line observation post: Japanese reinforcements had come into our sight.

He glanced at his watch, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he picked up the phone: "Order, all units, from now on, implement the highest level of radio silence!"

"No one, no unit, may send any telegrams of peace! I repeat, it's people and people, including Commander Yan and Commander Chu!"

After the order was given, the originally noisy telegraph signals in the direction of Pingxingguan disappeared without a trace.

The entire Pingxingguan fell into deathly silence in an instant.

In the Japanese military headquarters, General Okamura Neiji soon received this unusual report.

"Nani? Complete silence?"

Neiji Okamura was shocked and a bad premonition came over him.

Muto Seiichiro also looked confused: "Yes, sir."

"All communications of the Chinese army came to an abrupt end half an hour ago. This, this is too abnormal!"

A staff officer speculated: "Could it be the final preparation before the general attack?"

"No!"

Okamura Neiji shook his head. He stared at the map intently, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He felt as if he was shrouded in a huge fog.

The newly formed 1st Division directly under the theater of war suddenly disappeared after attracting his last reserve troops.

What on earth does he want to do?
Is it simply to reduce the combat pressure on the Nankou front line?

Or is it that their real breakthrough point is the Nankou line?

The fighting in the directions of Niangzi Pass (Qian Bojun's Sixth Army), Pingxing Pass (Fan Hanjie's 27th Army), Nankou (Fourteenth Army), Nan Taihang (suspected to be Song Xilian's 71st Army), and Changshe (Fifth Army) was a mess.

Currently, the only confirmed location of the enemy's main force is the southern entrance.

Where is the most elite combat unit that Chu Yunfei once led?

"Chu Yunfei is likely to choose to take advantage of the situation and do the opposite, attacking the south entrance instead!"
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Yangon.

In an underground interrogation room not far from the headquarters of the First Expeditionary Army.

The air here is no different from anywhere else, damp and oppressive.

But at this moment, there was a grim smile on Scorpion's face, as if his plan had succeeded.

"Stationmaster, with this achievement and the help of Chief Du, we have finally established our foothold in the south."

"Now that the fish has been hooked, I will go to see Commander Du immediately."

"Yes!"

soon.

The chief of the Military Control Commission's Burma Station, "Scorpion", presented a newly deciphered telegram to Du Yuming.

There was a hint of excitement in his tone: "Commander Du, just as you expected, the fish has taken the bait!"

"Based on the emergency contact code of the Japanese Special High Section that we obtained from 'Gecko', we successfully deciphered this secret message sent by the independent military camp!" Scorpion pointed at the message: "The sender is the Colonel Miao Lun we have targeted.

In his telegram, he reported to the Japanese army in detail the deployment of the Independence Army training camp, the ideological dynamics of the officers, and Aung San's specific residence! "

Du Yuming took the telegram, read it carefully, and nodded: "This Miao Lun is indeed treacherous."

"What's the reaction from Terauchi Juichi?"

"Very fast reaction." Scorpion replied: "Soon after we deciphered the message, we intercepted a command sent by the Japanese Thai-Burma Front Command to a secret base on the border.

Although it is a higher level of encryption and cannot be completely deciphered, judging from the length of the message and the frequency of communication, it is very likely that a high-level raid mission was being issued.

The target is most likely Aung San in the Independence Army camp."

obviously.

Terauchi Hisaichi made up his mind, even if the war was really lost.

He also did not want to see the expeditionary force take control of Burma smoothly.

"Very good." Du Yuming's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Since they want to play beheading, then we will play with them."

He walked to the huge battle sand table, picked up the baton, pondered for a moment, and then decisively ordered: "Come here, immediately contact Zhou Weiguo and Zheng Tingji, the acting commander of the newly formed 22nd Division, and decisively execute the original plan to lure the enemy."

"Also, have our people send an 'extremely urgent' intelligence letter to his Japanese master."

Du Yuming's mouth curled up a little, "Let's say Aung San will secretly summon all the core subordinates tonight to discuss the reorganization of the troops and future action plans in a separate large tent near the river valley on the east side of the camp.

The meeting will continue all night, and security forces will be mainly concentrated in front of the camp to prevent our expeditionary force from "surveilling". The defense along the river valley behind it is relatively empty. "

Scorpion understood what he meant, and a look of admiration appeared on his face: "Commander, you are wise! This is a trick of 'luring the enemy into a trap'! We only need to set up a dragnet around the river valley, and we can catch all the Japanese troops who come to attack us!"

"Go ahead." Du Yuming waved his hand and said, "Be sure to inform Zhou Weiguo and Zheng Tingji that I want only one result for this operation, and only one result, and that is to annihilate all the invading enemies without leaving a single one alive!"

The night was dark.

Less than two days after the sky in northern Myanmar cleared up, it began to drizzle again.

The raindrops hit the banana leaves, making a rustling sound, which made this primitive jungle seem even more mysterious and dangerous.

On the Siamese border, inside the secret forward base of the Japanese Army's "Continental Advance Team".

Dozens of Japanese commandos wearing specially made dark green combat uniforms and with their faces covered in oil paint (oil paint was first used in 1917) were checking their equipment.

They are skilled and professional, paying attention to every detail.

These people were elites selected by Terauchi Hisaichi from various units of the Southern Army. Each of them was experienced in battle and was good at infiltration, assassination and jungle warfare.

Their commander, Army Colonel Takeshita Shun, was carefully wiping his family heirloom samurai sword with a piece of white silk cloth.

The blade reflected a cold light under the dim lantern, just like his eyes at this moment.

Shun Takeshita was no ordinary fanatical officer, he graduated from the Military Academy in Munich, Germany.

He has received top-notch Western special operations training and possesses both the perseverance of a samurai and the calmness and meticulousness of a modern soldier.

As the current director of Beichen Ittoryu, he not only has outstanding military skills, but his close combat ability is also top-notch among humans.

A communications soldier walked in quickly and handed over a telegram that had just been translated: "Colonel! The Kiku Agency has sent us the latest intelligence!"

Takeshita Shun took the telegram and quickly scanned it.

When he saw the words "Aung San's secret meeting at night" and "The rear defense is empty", a sharp light flashed in his calm eyes.

Takeshita Shun murmured to himself, a trace of vigilance flashing through his mind: "The opportunity seems to come too easily."

"Colonel, is there any problem?" the adjutant asked in a low voice.

"The commander of the Chinese army in Burma is Chu Yunfei." Takeshita Shun said slowly, "He uses troops in a way that combines the real and the fake, and has many tricks. The one who executes the specific tactics on the front line is probably Zhou Weiguo, who was my former classmate in Germany, and he is very good."

When mentioning Zhou Weiguo, Takeshita Shun's eyes became a little complicated.

He admired the other's military talent, but also felt sorry for their hostile stance.

"I know Zhou Jun's style of doing things. He never does anything without confidence, and is even better at hiding murderous intentions in seemingly ordinary arrangements." Takeshita Shun pondered, "This intelligence is too perfect, as perfect as a carefully laid trap."

The adjutant was shocked when he heard this: "Should we cancel the operation?"

"Do not."

Takeshita Shun shook his head, a determined fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "The arrow has been drawn and must be shot. Your Excellency the Commander needs Aung San's head to save the face of the Imperial Army.

Moreover, even if this is a trap, I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of "treat" my old classmate has prepared for me."

He stood up and slowly sheathed his katana.

"Order! All team members, check your equipment for the last time! Set off in five minutes!" Takeshita Shun's voice was cold and firm. "Our goal is to take General Aung San's head amidst the thousands of troops! In this battle, we must succeed, not fail!"

"Hai!"

Dozens of "commando" members shouted in unison, bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes.

Like ghosts in the night, they disappeared silently into the depths of the rain-shrouded jungle.

East side of the Burma Independence Army training camp.

On the only way to the valley.

The night and the rain became the best camouflage.

Zhou Weiguo and the elite members of his reconnaissance brigade had already laid a tight net here.

Wei Dayong and Yin Hansi led the brothers of the first and second squadrons respectively and ambushed on the high ground on the north side of the valley.

The muzzles of several Czech and Maxim heavy machine guns had been concealed, with the black muzzles pointing towards the open space below.

On the open ground.

A large, solitary tent was lit up, and it really looked like a place for a secret meeting.

The rest of the squadron lurked like ghosts in the dense forests on both sides of the valley.

Outside them were two regiments of the newly formed 22nd Division, forming a tight circular ambush circle.

All the soldiers held their breath, blended into the darkness, and waited quietly for the arrival of their prey.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sounds of rain, wind, and insects intertwined together, making the wait seem particularly long.

"Captain, are the Japanese coming?" Wei Dayong asked in a low voice through the walkie-talkie, "It's almost midnight, don't let us wait in vain."

"Be patient, monk." Zhou Weiguo's voice came from the walkie-talkie, as calm as ever: "The good show has just begun."

Not long after he finished speaking.

The scouts in charge of the front line sent back a signal: "The target has appeared! There are about 40 of them! They are approaching the designated location along the river valley path! They are well-equipped and their actions are extremely professional!"

coming!

All the soldiers in ambush were startled and subconsciously tightened their weapons.

Soon, a group of dark shadows appeared silently in the valley.

They were like the most experienced hunters, advancing in battle formation, taking turns to cover each other, their movements were swift and silent, and each of them exuded a dangerous aura.

The person in the middle of the team was none other than Takeshita Shun.

He used tactical sign language to direct his team members to quickly encircle the large tent with lights on.

They quickly occupied a favorable attacking position and surrounded the tent.

Several team members have even taken out specially made silent weapons and explosives, preparing for the final assault.

A glimmer of victory flashed in Takeshita Shun's eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to give the order to attack.

However, at this moment, the strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart emerged again!

It was so quiet. There was no sound around except the chirping of insects.

It's so quiet!
At this moment, Zhou Weiguo's cold voice reached the ears of the commanders of every ambush point through the walkie-talkie.

"Fire!"

In an instant, the dead silent valley became lively.

“Da da da da—!”

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of light and heavy machine guns spewed out deadly flames from all directions at the same time, forming an impenetrable cross-fire network, instantly turning the open space into a death zone!
The mortar shells, which had already been calibrated for firing parameters, also whizzed down from the sky, accurately covering every corner of the Japanese task force!
"Boom! Boom!"

Amid the explosion, those invincible Japanese special forces didn't even have time to make an effective response before they were swallowed up by the torrential rain of bullets and artillery fire.

“Baga! It’s a trap! Break out!”

Takeshita Shun's eyes were bloodshot. He lay down immediately, screaming loudly, trying to organize the team to resist.

But under such an ambush of firepower, any resistance seemed futile.

His team members fell in large numbers under the dense fire network, like wheat harvested by a sickle.

The firepower of hundreds of people far exceeds that of dozens of people.

A raid aimed at "beheading" instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Relying on his extraordinary combat skills and a bit of luck, Takeshita Shun rolled and dodged in the rain of bullets, and fought back with the German-made submachine gun in his hand.

A bullet grazed his scalp, leaving a trail of blood;
A mortar shell exploded next to him, and the huge shock wave blew him away and hit him hard against a rock.

He watched as his proud "commando team" suffered heavy casualties in just a few minutes, and his heart was filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

Takeshita Shun knew that he had been defeated miserably.

"Zhou Weiguo!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name.

He endured the pain and, under the cover of the flames and smoke from the explosion, fought desperately to break out towards the river bank where the defense was the weakest.

The battle was over quickly.

Zhou Weiguo, Yin Hansi and Wei Dayong walked down from the high ground and inspected the battlefield.

The ground was littered with Japanese soldiers' corpses and broken weapons, and the tent that served as bait had already been blown to pieces.

A soldier came to report: "Report to the captain, 39 elite Japanese soldiers were killed, and no one survived!

But when counting the number of people, it was found that the enemy commander must have escaped, and his rank and ID were not found at the scene. "

Generally speaking, the commander of such elite troops is at least a major or lieutenant colonel.

But not among these people.

Obviously, the commander is likely missing.

Zhou Weiguo walked to the body of a Japanese adjutant and seized a Japanese lieutenant's command sword from him. On the scabbard, there was a name "Takeshita" engraved.

There is also a seal of the Japanese royal family on it. Obviously, this is the command sword given to Takeshita Shun by Emperor Tianhuang.

He picked up the command knife and pulled it out slowly. The blade reflected the firelight and was as cold as snow.

"Takeshita Jun," Zhou Weiguo whispered, "I didn't expect that we would meet again under such circumstances."

He knew that this former classmate, despite his defeat, would never give up.
If they fail to kill Takeshita Shun this time and let him go, he will most likely become a serious threat to them.

As a "good friend" of Takeshita Shun, Zhou Weiguo clearly knows Takeshita Shun's learning ability and strength.
"Immediately launch a dragnet search and make sure to annihilate the enemy commander. Notify Division Commander Zheng and ask him for assistance. Make sure to do a good job of encircling the enemy." (End of this chapter)