Chapter 127: Full‑Fire Bamo

All combat units were deployed onto the battlefield, under the cover of heavy rain and primitive jungle; the Japanese troops on guard around did not detect the Expeditionary Force's movements.

Jiang Anguo's position was only five hundred meters from Bamo.

Jiang Anguo raised his hand high and said, "Fire."

Thump—thump!

Shell after shell was loaded into the mortar barrel and fired toward Bamo.

Twenty shells were launched together, and the scene was still spectacular.

Boom—boom—boom!

In the rainy night, Bamo seemed as bright as day; the explosions overturned the Japanese inside the city.

Rumble—rumble, Zhang Bing's tank company instantly activated its tanks, and the tank engines roared.

The soldiers surged out of their concealed positions, and officers of all ranks charged ahead.

The fastest runners were the machine gunners; they stopped about five hundred meters from the enemy and quickly set up their machine guns.

"Charge, machine‑gun cover."

The machine gunner pulled the MG42's trigger; in the rainy night it sounded like a chainsaw, and silver bolts of lightning sliced through the Myanmar night.

First it knocked out the enemy's searchlight; you ask why the MG42 can be so accurate—dozens of MG42s aimed at one Little Devil, and the bodies couldn't even be pieced together.

The feint on the center road and the fire from the right‑wing main force all opened fire, completely exposing their own fire positions to the enemy.

With Jiang Anguo as this mobile depot, the machine gunners could be said to have all fire unleashed; as soon as the enemy showed any flash of gunfire,

three or four machine guns would sweep fire toward the Japanese.

Kume Seiichi's paratroopers hadn't had time to regroup or even react, because they seized the moment while the Expeditionary Force stationed at Bamo was unresponsive to carry out the airborne assault.

But Kume Seiichi would never have thought that his telegram was intercepted by Lin Yi; Jiang Anguo had to admire that Lin Yi truly was a genius, always bringing him bad news.

Precisely because of that, Jiang Anguo had enough time to redeploy troops, sprinting for nearly twelve hours, his backside already rotten.

"Fire at them, send them to hell." Facing Little Japan, Jiang Anguo's face was full of anger.

He took a Mauser 98K sniper rifle from behind Xiao Si; compared with the issued Mauser rifle, the difference was higher precision.

With one hand he stripped off his raincoat; that raincoat was simply hindering his combat.

Jiang Anguo knelt on one knee and aimed at the target.

The heavy rain ran down his hair and forehead, obscuring his sight, yet he remained kneeling, motionless.

Bang!

The bullet ignited and shot toward a Little Devil commander in distant Bamo.

The Little Devil sergeant hadn't reacted before a hole appeared in his head; a Japanese soldier standing beside him could still see a cloud of blood mist.

One bullet eliminated one enemy.

A real man never looks back, and Jiang Anguo didn't check whether he hit that Little Devil, because he was confident the devil would surely die.

His shooting skill is top‑tier!

Guard Company Commander Jiang Fei blocked in front of Jiang Anguo, "Commander, you cannot advance any further."

As the army's commander, Jiang Anguo indeed should not have rashly charged forward; at that moment his distance to the Japanese was only three hundred meters.

Jiang Fei's duty was to protect Jiang Anguo's safety.

"Jiang Fei, you guard the troops, don't worry about me; I am now a sniper, my combat position is right here." Jiang Anguo lacked solo combat ability, so he did not dare to move forward.

Dai Anlan was hit by stray fire from a Little Devil because he charged too far forward.

But he was a top‑level sniper; precisely because of that, he didn't need to advance—at three hundred meters he could kill any Little Devil that appeared before him.

Jiang Fei left a platoon of soldiers to guard Jiang Anguo, and Jiang Fei also dared not be careless.

Fortunately, the Guard Company had over five hundred troops.

The Special Forces Unit, at once, eliminated the alert Little Devils.

After Kume Seiichi captured Bamo, he ordered Japanese soldiers to begin constructing fortifications to resist the Expeditionary Force; of course, he knew that Du Lvming's Chongqing main force, upon learning Bamo had fallen, immediately moved toward Myitkyina.

This might have been information the Japanese deliberately leaked, or it could be that Du Lvming truly dared not fight the Japanese.

The Expeditionary Force's main three divisions, none of the divisions were nearby, causing Du Lvming to lose the courage to engage the Japanese; the unclear two‑month intelligence on the Myanmar campaign led Du Lvming to think a large Japanese force had attacked Bamo.

"Prone." The guard beside Kume Seiichi, at the instant the artillery roared, flopped onto Kume Seiichi.

It was also Kume Seiichi's luck that he wasn't killed by the blast.

Kume Seiichi spat twice, spitting out the mud from his mouth; seeing the soldier on him not get up, he placed his hand on the soldier's nose and found he was already dead.

Kume Seiichi pushed the soldier off, shouting, "Enemy present, counterattack, counterattack."

In the rain, Kume Seiichi shouted loudly.

It seemed even the heavens were aiding Jiang Anguo, as the rain fell heavier.

The moment Kume Seiichi's words finished, a second wave of shells struck again.

Boom—boom—boom.

It could truly be called indiscriminate bombing; the mortars had no specific target, their goal was simply to send shells into Bamo.

After three rounds of bombardment, the Expeditionary Force soldiers had already stormed into Bamo's main city area.

Tanks led the way, followed by soldiers, gradually clearing the Little Devils inside Bamo.

The Japanese failed to organize an effective counterattack; instead, under infantry‑artillery coordination, the Expeditionary Force soldiers surged into Bamo in one push.

It was Kume Seiichi's negligence, sending troops to Myitkyina, that left the already weakly defended Bamo riddled with gaps.

What Kume Seiichi never imagined was where the enemy came from.

The Expeditionary Force they had met by day was a crumbling, powerless force, but now this Chinese army's soldiers were not only highly combat‑effective, they also possessed many mortars; as the mortar fire fell, tank shells followed.

Undoubtedly, this was a lethal blow to Bamo's crude fortifications.

Third Battalion, Battalion Commander Hu Dali, "Golden Sword, order the troops, cross the river, commence attack."

"Yes, Battalion Commander."

The soldiers of the Seventh Company carried canoes and easily crossed the river before them.

The Japanese guards were only a few tiny ones, two or three, because the main forces were all drawn away by the Expeditionary Force in the central route.

The Japanese would never have thought that the opposing Chinese forces would carry out a flanking maneuver; this tactic was not one they had always used.

The whole Bamo fell into utter chaos.

But the Expeditionary Force advanced toward Bamo in orderly fashion; after entering Bamo, the tanks' role diminished greatly, their main use being as armored vehicles to block the Japanese bullets.

To avoid the risk of friendly fire, everyone tied a white ribbon on their right arm, so that even in the dark they could be seen clearly.

"Illumination flare," Jiang Anguo shouted.

The soldiers behind fired illumination flares toward Bamo; when friend and foe cannot be distinguished, it is too dangerous, and these were the illumination flares Jiang Anguo had just exchanged.

Dozens of illumination flares shot up into the sky over Bamo.

In an instant, the whole of Bamo became as bright as day.

The Expeditionary Force soldiers, the MP40 submachine guns in the hands of each Squad's Platoon Leader, played a huge role; upon seeing the Devil, they unleashed a burst of bullets.

Whether or not they hit the Little Devils, they first provided fire support for the troops beneath them, giving them time to fire.

He didn't have time to check the score, but all he cared about was how many Little Devils he had killed, because only by knowing how many Devils were dead could he tell whether Bamo City was truly safe.

Japanese casualties exceeded 350, very good.

That means the number of Japanese heads in Bamo is already low, which left Jiang Anguo speechless, as the gunfire was also dwindling.

The Special Forces Unit really gave Jiang Anguo a huge surprise, having actually captured a Devil commander; seeing the grimy Little Devil, Jiang Anguo burst out laughing.

"Yo, still a Colonel!" Jiang Anguo said with a laugh.

Meng Fanle was also seeing such a high-ranking Japanese officer for the first time, and the key was that he was captured alive, "Battalion Commander, we caught a big fish."

Meng Fanle was also very excited.

Jiang Anguo nodded, "Can you speak Chinese?"

Jiu Mi Jingyi looked up at Jiang Anguo, noticing how young the man before him was; this young man must be the Commander of this unit.

How terrifying; in the face of absolute power, even Little Japan sweeping Southeast Asia is just a paper tiger.

Paratroopers truly are elite within the Japanese forces, but Jiang Anguo is fighting the elite.