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The two planes circled in the air once, and in less than a minute they readjusted and dropped four more large corn cobs.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The thunderous explosions could be heard for kilometers around, throwing the entire Burmese reinforcements into complete chaos. The commanders were too preoccupied to give orders, and besides, the orders could no longer be transmitted. They pushed open the car doors and scrambled into the nearby forest.

Saving your life is the most important thing!

The Burmese reinforcements stretched far into the narrow mountain road and dropped eight 100-kilogram aerial bombs. In reality, the damage was not much, but the sudden appearance of these bombs was terrifying. No one knew where the next bomb would land, and panic and chaos completely enveloped the Burmese army.

Some terrified Burmese soldiers raised their guns and randomly pulled the triggers in the sky, but it was useless. The Y-5 is a small plane, and at an altitude of 200 meters, it is just a small black dot.

Moreover, aiming when shooting into the sky is meaningless, as the bullet trajectory is a slanted parabola, and without tracer rounds to guide the trajectory, you can only guess.

The two Y-5 transport aircraft circled and adjusted their positions in the sky again. The pilot shouted, "Change to incendiary bombs, prepare to drop, and adjust the detonation time to 6 seconds."

"Received. Change to incendiary bombs. Detonation time: 6 seconds. Ready to drop at any time."

This mission was not only to cooperate with Peng Jiasheng's troops in launching an attack on the rebels, but also to test the power of the two types of aerial bombs in actual combat.

"cast!"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two large, greener corncobs fell from the sky, shortening the detonation time by 0.2 seconds. The bombs exploded suddenly at an altitude of more than 20 meters above the ground.

The explosion of the internal core ignited the viscous gasoline, and the shock wave also instantly propelled the gasoline dozens of meters away. The explosion in the air created a huge black and red fireball, which rolled in the air and instantly covered an area of ​​hundreds of meters!
Some of the viscous gasoline, tumbling diagonally upwards, formed a parabola in the air before falling further away, scattering and spreading, covering an area with a radius of 100 meters.

The only problem is that 100 kilograms of gasoline is really too little. When the coverage area is large, it's like a downpour, and the raindrops fall less and less on the outer edges.

The viscous, solidified gasoline burned instantly upon contact with the skin. The rebels thrashed and rolled in terror, but the more they rolled and rolled, the more they were splattered. The entire mountain road was filled with shrill screams, a cacophony that could be heard from a hundred or two meters away.

Peng Jiasheng's team had received news of bomber support beforehand and was initially excited, but now, hearing the explosions and screams coming from the mountain road, their originally enthusiastic pace inevitably slowed down a bit.

That sound was terrifying! Airborne bombs can't distinguish between friendly and enemy forces. If one of those hit us on the head, I don't even want to think about it!

The main problem is that the error margin of bombing from the air is too large...

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The second round of incendiary bombs engulfed a kilometer-long stretch of mountain road in flames. However, the second round was less effective. Any Burmese rebels who weren't fools would have already rushed into the jungle beside the road. With the trees providing cover, the incendiary bombs' lethality was greatly reduced.

After completing their mission, the two aircraft quickly climbed to over 500 meters, not rushing back but instead conducting reconnaissance in the air.

"Calling the Northern Army Commander, calling the Northern Army Commander, this is Thunderbird, bombing mission completed, please respond."

"This is the Northern Army, this is Peng Jiasheng, received. Thank you for the support." Peng Jiasheng immediately replied loudly, and at the same time passed down the order, "Bombing completed, advance at full speed and be ready to engage the enemy at any time."

A few minutes later, the sound of gunfire erupted from the jungle. Peng Jiasheng's men, disguised, waited until they were about 70 or 80 centimeters away before suddenly opening fire. The panicked Burmese army had not noticed the ambush in the jungle and was caught off guard once again. They were completely disorganized and randomly chose a direction to rush into the jungle.

In the jungle, you can't see anything even a little distance away, so you have no idea where bullets are coming from or whether the people around you are friend or foe. You just open fire as soon as you hear a sound.

For a time, Peng Jiasheng's men killed fewer people than the Burmese army killed themselves.

Jungle warfare is like this: even the Ukrainian army couldn't withstand it back then, let alone the already poorly organized Burmese army.

The two planes quickly relayed the intelligence from the front. Of course, they couldn't see what was going on in the jungle, but they could see Burmese soldiers running up the road in a sorry state and fleeing frantically along the way they came. Wang Yaotang was very satisfied with the battle report from the front. It was all thanks to his decisive command!
"Wang Sheng's strategic planning and decisive victory are truly remarkable!" Luo Xinghan praised with a smile from the side.

“You should say the General Manager’s opinion is brilliant!” Wang Yaotang raised an eyebrow.

Luo Xinghan: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Wang Yaotang was being sarcastic or genuinely meant it.

That's somewhat unlucky.

Seeing through Luo Xinghan's thoughts, Wang Yaotang asked with a smile, "Do you look down on our Grand Marshal of the Army, Navy and Air Force, General Chang Kai-shek?"

“Ah, I, this…” Luo Xinghan stammered.

“A Grand General might not be able to handle a sudden, powerful figure, but taking down a puppet Burmese government is a piece of cake. You two shouldn’t be too ambitious. You can’t learn the old ways of the land. You know you don’t have the ability. Just learn from General Chiang Kai-shek. If you can learn even 30% of his skills, you can get autonomy.” Wang Yaotang patted Luo Xinghan on the shoulder and said.

"Alright, that's it. I'm pilot Wang Yaotang now." Ignoring Luo Xinghan, Wang Yaotang handed over command to Chen Yuanchao and excitedly left the operations command room for the temporary airfield.

Over there, a Y-5 transport plane that had undergone repeated inspections was ready. Wang Yaotang boarded the cabin with a smile, and a few minutes later, the plane soared into the sky.

"Prepare to drop bombs, relative altitude 300 meters, speed 100 km/h, detonation time 7 seconds!" the pilot shouted.
Inside the cabin, a man with a buzz cut loudly instructed Wang Yaotang on how to operate the aircraft. Although he had already learned it several times below, he still had to keep a close eye on him; this was no joke.

The crew-cut guys didn't want to either, but what could they do? Wang Yaotang was the big boss. If the big boss wanted to experience what it felt like to personally bomb and burn hundreds of Burmese people to death, then everyone had no choice but to go along with it.

I personally installed the detonator, adjusted the detonation time, pushed the napalm bomb onto the slide, and everything was ready. The plane had already circled several times in the sky.

After checking everything and finding no problems, the crew-cut man loudly notified the pilot, who then lowered the altitude and began cruising. The pilot kept his eyes glued to the sighting equipment.

The bomb bay door opened, and a strong wind rushed in, making Wang Yaotang's hair fly wildly.

"cast!"

Wang Yaotang stepped on the spring clip, pressed the timer, and pushed hard at the same time.

With a "thud!" the bomb fell.

Wang Yaotang turned around and rushed to the nose of the plane. The pilot consciously gave up his observation position to let his boss adjust the plane's angle so that his boss could see the carnage he had committed...

The incendiary bomb landed slightly off-center, but still within the South Camp area.

"boom!"

The large, black and red ball tumbled and boiled in the air, resembling a scene from hell when viewed from above.

The real explosion was far beyond what any film or television work could show, not even a live-action film. The shock that struck his heart made Wang Yaotang hold his breath instantly.

"it is good!"

"That's fucking good!" Wang Yaotang shouted.

The fire engulfed a vast area, with about one-sixth of the region burning. The hot air was billowing, and vision began to distort and flicker.

"It's still not powerful enough."

"A 500-kilogram incendiary bomb would be even more effective!"

What man doesn't like weapons? The more powerful they are, the more excited he gets.

As for the killing, those who are not of my kind are all ants!
Wang Yaotang would have no pity whatsoever.

"Let's do a few circling flights and show them what we've got!" Wang Yaotang said with a loud laugh.

The aircraft's continuous circling over or near the enemy target indicates that the enemy poses no threat and strongly implies mockery of the enemy's inability to retaliate.

The pilot got excited and yelled for the boss and the human bomber to sit down and fasten their seatbelts. He accelerated and circled three times over the South Camp, reflecting the firelight. Then he increased his speed, climbed, turned around, and swooped down. At a distance of six or seven meters from the ground, he suddenly rose up to meet the fire. The airflow generated by the plane split a large channel through the fire in the camp.

"Alright!" Wang Yaotang endured the pressure of that moment and clenched his fist. This was much more exciting than bungee jumping!

Indeed, not just anyone can be a pilot.

Which transport plane pilot doesn't have the heart of a fighter pilot? After being cheered on by Wang Yaotang, he excitedly shouted, "Boss, dare to do a victory roll!"

"What's there to be afraid of if you're a man!" Perhaps still hot-blooded from the recent dive, Wang Yaotang roared. The crew-cut guy behind him buzzed in disbelief. Wait, who gave you the guts to lead the boss in this 'victory roll'? If something goes wrong, it's okay if we die, but the boss can't be hurt!

But it was too late for him to stop it.

At maximum speed, it suddenly did a somersault in the air. At that moment, Wang Yaotang felt like his brains were being flung out, and he was certain that for a brief instant, his mind went completely blank.

Cool!
After the victorious roll ended, the pilot calmed down and was immediately covered in sweat. He realized he had been courting death!
Without hesitation, they immediately turned around, contacted the ground control tower, and quickly completed the landing.

On the ground, Chen Yuanchao glanced coldly at the landing plane. "Damn it, I'll kill that bastard pilot when he gets back!"

So brave!
For now, let's take the South Camp first.

One-sixth of the camp was engulfed in flames, and the entire Ruiman tribe was thrown into complete chaos, while Luo Xinghan's troops went wild, their morale reaching its peak without any encouragement.

Under the influence of napalm, whether you were hiding in a trench, a semi-buried air-raid shelter, or a wooden barracks, it was just a matter of dying sooner or later. Dying later meant screaming and howling for quite a while, and the screams were so stimulating that the Burmese soldiers in the camp almost urinated on the spot.

With bomber support, what is there to fear from mere rebels?

In war, many times it's all about that one last bit of pride.

Regardless of how effective the bombers were, they were enough to boost morale. As soon as one side took off and the other descended, a shout was given to start the charge. The Burmese soldiers were already trembling with fear without even firing a shot. They dropped their guns and ran away.

They charged forward, escorting prisoners along the way, until they finally reached the three-story concrete building that served as the headquarters of the South Camp, where they were stopped by machine gun fire.

After taking a quick look from afar, Chen Yuanchao ordered in a deep voice, "Move the recoilless rifles!"

Five Type 65 82mm recoilless rifles were mounted on a handcart and quickly pushed up to a distance of about 200 meters. They were then aimed and loaded.

"put!"

A loud roar.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

Five cannons fired simultaneously, and a cloud of smoke and dust instantly billowed up from the small building!

"Load!"

"put!"

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

After 10 shots were fired, and a few minutes later the smoke and dust cleared, the entire three-story building was already on the verge of collapse.

"Come on!"

"Kill them all!"

Upon seeing this, the soldiers at the front shouted and charged in with a roar, "Rat-a-tat!"

Since they wouldn't surrender, there was no need to capture them alive. So, regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they started shooting at anyone they saw.

"Don't shoot! I surrender! I surrender!" Several high-ranking officials, including Ruiman and Ruiqing, who were not dead, shouted loudly from a corner, covered in dust.

"Da da"

"Da da"

"Da da"

The Shan State soldiers below didn't care about anything else, and they pulled the triggers all the way down and opened fire on the group of high-ranking Burmese soldiers, turning them into sieves on the spot.

Are we just going to let these most hated people live without killing them, or are we just going to let them become hawks and shout about fighting back all day long?

As good news kept coming back, Chen Yuanchao saw that victory was assured, so he left the cleanup to Luo Xinghan's men, got in his car and returned to the camp. He had to settle accounts with the pilot who had taken his boss to perform dangerous stunts.

Upon arriving at the camp, before even entering, they heard Wang Yaotang excitedly say, "These incendiary bombs still need improvement. Simply increasing their weight won't maximize their effectiveness. We can make them into cluster bombs, which automatically disintegrate after being dropped. The submunitions can be propelled outwards using low-velocity propellant to maximize the coverage area, and then the simultaneous explosions will maximize the effect!"

"A rain of fire covering a square kilometer at once, that's what you call a rain of fire from the sky!"

"Hmm, we shouldn't just add thickener. I remember we can also add aluminum powder and ferric oxide as thermite, which can burn through tanks and reinforced concrete. No matter what kind of fortification or equipment you have, it's like burning an ant nest, it'll burn them all to death in one go!"

"Can it really burn through tanks and concrete?" Chen Yuanchao pushed open the door excitedly and said, "I've never heard of the army having these kinds of incendiary bombs. Boss, how did you know? Are they really that powerful? If they are, we must tell our hometown. If we can equip ourselves with these incendiary bombs, what fortifications can't we take down!"

At this moment, Chen Yuanchao had already forgotten about settling scores with someone.

“Of course they know it back home,” Wang Yaotang waved his hand. “It’s a very basic chemical principle, but it’s definitely not something they can use back home.”

"Why?" Chen Yuanchao frowned.

"Don't you understand what it means to have the demeanor of a great power? How can a great power use such inhumane weapons?" Wang Yaotang said in a strange tone.

"What inhumane!" Chen Yuanchao's voice suddenly rose. "They're all killing people, what's so inhumane about that?"

“This isn’t just idle talk. There’s a difference between killing someone with a single shot and being tortured to death. When victory is foreseeable, you still need to be mindful of the methods used to avoid being criticized,” Wang Yaotang explained with a smile. “It’s the difference between fighting fair and square and resorting to poisoning and sneak attacks. Back home, we have better anti-tank missiles to deal with tanks and ground-to-ground missiles to deal with fortifications. We don’t need things like napalm.”

"Of course, that's for our hometown. For us, it doesn't matter. Winning is the most important thing."

Chen Yuanchao opened his mouth, his heart filled with dissatisfaction. He, a 'small person' who was going to be on the front line, did not want to understand the so-called distinction between good and evil. Winning and minimizing casualties were the most important things!
However, he had no right to worry about this, but fortunately, the boss didn't have such concerns.

"How's it going with Old Peng?" Chen Yuanchao asked listlessly.

"We've won. We're currently pursuing the rebels and capturing prisoners to expand our gains," Luo Xinghan said with a smile.

"Oh, that's good." Chen Yuanchao nodded. All three phased goals had been achieved, so he didn't need to worry about the rest.

However, they cannot leave for quite some time to come, so Wang Yaotang arranged for him to train two different military units.

After a month of training, we will fight in Lashio.

Now that the Burmese rebels are on guard, they will definitely increase their troops and defenses in Shan State. At that time, they will have anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, anti-aircraft missiles, armored vehicles, tanks, and the like. It will be absolutely impossible for them to easily take down Lashio with just Y-5 transport aircraft.

There will be a protracted battle!

Peng Jiasheng did not stay at the front line the whole time; he returned before dark to attend the victory celebration banquet.

Of course, we should have a big celebration after finally taking down Jingdong.

At the victory banquet that evening, Luo and Peng, emboldened by alcohol, asked Wang Yaotang about future strategies. Wang Yaotang didn't mince words and directly said that they should continue to fight westward and try to reach the small town of 'Lailin' east of Taunggyi.

“The Burmese rebels may not care about strategic depth, but you can’t. We can’t let their troops advance to the vicinity of Kengtung. Otherwise, they won’t be able to develop any industries. They’ll drag you down with their troops,” Wang Yaotang said incisively.

Luo Xinghan nodded, "That's true."

However, there's no rush to take down Lelin. There are still several villages and towns along the way that need to be captured in advance. With just one road, it's easy to keep an eye on things.

Leaving aside the war, Luo Xinghan couldn't wait for Wang Yaotang to fulfill the promises he had made earlier.

For example, hydroelectric power stations!
For example, telecommunications companies!

For example, cars, tractors, and repair shops!

For example, tin mine development and refining equipment!
Without money, everything is just wishful thinking!

Wang Yaotang smiled and nodded in agreement.

Two days later, after a layover in Chiang Mai, Wang Yaotang flew back to Pattaya. Two months had passed, and the Pattaya tourism development project was about to begin; with such a large investment, he naturally wanted to be involved. (End of Chapter)