Chapter 193: Charge into Tonggu, Kill!

Messenger quickly arrived in front of the 600th 448th Regiment's position and delivered the overall attack order.

"What does it mean?" Regiment Commander Liu Shaofeng asked, looking at the telegram's content with a puzzled expression.

Dai Anlan also took the telegram and said, "Why do we have to push through now? Isn't it only the Tank 448th Regiment that enters Tonggu?"

The 600th 448th Regiment and other reserve units are the final trump card; despite the fierce fighting, in reality only half an hour has passed since the battle began.

The fighting is still on Tonggu's outskirts and has not entered Tonggu's core area.

This is thanks to Dai Anlan, who had arranged too many positions on Tonggu's outskirts when designing the defenses.

At this stage, pushing all forces forward would clearly be an irrational act.

"Execute the order." After only a few seconds of thought, Dai Anlan still decided to let Liu Shaofeng continue carrying out Jiang Anguo's command.

"Yes, Division Commander!" Regiment Commander Liu Shaofeng obeyed and went.

Indeed, after committing the 600th 448th Regiment to the battle in the north of Tonggu City, the pressure on the 599th 448th Regiment attacking Tonggu's east decreased considerably.

It was also taking advantage of the time gap after Colonel Nan Sai Zhengxiong's death to launch a fierce assault on the Japanese Army's Tonggu.

At this point, the forces under Jiang Anguo and Dai Anlan have all been thrown into the sequence of attacking Tonggu.

"Kill!"

"What are you killing for? Machine Gunner cover, advance alternately, go!" The soldier who was about to charge forward was immediately pulled back by his Platoon Leader.

With the th Division's 600th 448th Regiment, this fresh force, Tonggu's balance was completely crushed.

If the earlier artillery barrage kept the Japanese Army from lifting its head, then the 600th 448th Regiment's assault is a lethal strike against the Little Devil inside Tonggu City.

At the start of the battle, Jiang Anguo's Artillery bombarded Tonggu; the Japanese Army's 144th Regiment, commanded by Colonel Nan Sai Zhengxiong, had already called for aid from Mandalay and Yangon.

Including the Japanese Army's 33rd Division that was bringing back prisoners, however, whichever direction the Japanese Army's support units come from, they need time and cannot reach Tonggu in the short term.

Private Jia Teng didn't know where he was, his body curled up, and he was terrified.

His ears were filled with a sharp buzzing, hearing nothing. He only knew that the regiment commander who had just been roaring at them, the imposing Colonel Nan Sai Zhengxiong, suddenly fell.

Without the huge blast of a shell, without machine‑gun fire, he fell straight down, a bullet‑pierced hole in his head.

Then panic arrived.

The officers flailed their swords like headless flies, shouting hoarsely, but their voices were so weak amid the chaos. Who should we listen to? Where should we charge? No one knew.

Lieutenant Song Ji Xiu Zhi of the 113th Regiment tried to organize an effective counterattack, but he could only muster the remnants of his own 56th Division; for the panicked 144th Regiment, he had no means.

"Enemy attack! It's the enemy's tank!"

A piercing scream ripped through Jia Teng's eardrum.

He jerked his head up and saw the most terrifying sight of his life.

The T-34 tank, like a steel behemoth, slowly rolled in from the smoke. Its tracks crushed Japanese Army corpses and mud‑built fortifications, emitting a sour "creak".

The turret turned, fixedly staring at any Little Devil that might appear ahead.

"For the Emperor! Long live!"

The nearby Sergeant, eyes reddened, charged forward with his bayonet. Jia Teng saw the sergeant rush to the tank's front and hurl his Hand Grenade with all his might.

The Hand Grenade bounced off the tank's armor with a crisp "thud", then rolled aside and exploded feebly.

The shrapnel only struck the tank's armor; the T-34 kept moving, and the Expeditionary Force's tank continued to break through the Japanese Army's positions.

The next second, the machine gun on the tank fired.

A stream of fire erupted, the sergeant's body sliced as if by an invisible scythe, instantly shattered into fragments, blood, flesh and uniform pieces scattering everywhere.

Jia Teng's blood instantly turned cold.

When did their enemy become so powerful? Didn't they say the Chinese would flee at the sight of the Imperial Japanese Imperial Army?

Is this what we call a "holy war"?

As both sides' soldiers fought together, the Japanese Army soldiers already knew their opponent was Chinese, because of the language spoken; some among them could understand.

Jia Teng thought of his hometown's rice fields, his wife's gentle smile, the child still in swaddling. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die here!

He wanted to run, but his legs felt as if filled with lead, immobile.

He could only watch helplessly as the steel behemoth drew nearer and nearer…

This is a crushing of flesh by steel.

The tank's tracks rolled over the Japanese Army's makeshift fortifications built from corpses and mud, crushing them like dry rotting wood, emitting a sour "creak".

The heavy machine gun's stream of fire wove a death net, sealing every street and alley, turning any exposed figure instantly into a sieve.

Mortar shells, as if they had eyes, precisely "named" those stubborn fire points; each explosion signified the disappearance of a Japanese Army resistance stronghold.

The snipers, like ghosts, occupied every high ground around Tonggu's outskirts. They no longer needed to wait patiently, because the targets were too many.

A Japanese Army machine gunner who had just stuck half his head out of the ruins, and a Japanese Army sergeant trying to organize a counterattack, both fell silently under their calm aim.

No matter who it is, facing such an abnormally powerful fireteam, they stand no chance.

The Japanese Army is not weak, but before such might, its tiny tanks, Grenade Launchers, and mortars are all so vulnerable.

Jiang Anguo has the most advanced tanks; if it weren't for Myanmar's variable weather, Jiang Anguo's fighter planes and bombers would have been the first wave of attack.

The Japanese Army fundamentally lacks the ability to retaliate, or rather, whenever a Little Devil dares to show up, at least three bullets are aimed at you.

Because they must face not only advanced weapons but also the elite th Division soldiers.

The Expeditionary Force further seized the golden window after Colonel Nan Sai Zhengxiong was killed, when the Japanese Army's command system fell into brief paralysis.

That regiment commander's death, like a sword, instantly pierced the Japanese Army's seemingly solid "Bushido" balloon.

Command failed, each fought alone, and panic spread like a plague among the surviving Japanese Army soldiers.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Expeditionary Force's vanguard surged into Tonggu City like a tide.

Urban fighting is brutal, but the outcome is no longer in doubt. The battle quickly shifted from fierce resistance to one‑sided clearing and pursuit.

"Platoon One, follow me! Platoon Two, cross‑cover the left flank! Platoon Three, hold the rear entrance, prevent the Little Devil from crawling up through the sewer!"

Zhang Lei brandished his pistol, leading his Platoon, keeping close behind the tank's pace.

The Tank seized the main road, and at the same time served as cover, shielding the infantry behind it as they carried out a clearing mission against the Japanese Army inside Tonggu City.

The Expeditionary Force 599th 448th Regiment, 600th 448th Regiment, using Platoon as the unit, quickly established temporary defensive zones on both sides of the street.

Sandbag, tables and chairs, corpses—any usable thing was piled into a fortification.

The Machine Gunner swiftly set up his gun, forming a Crossfire network that sealed every alley entrance.

"Alright, start the sweep! Three Squads as a group, begin from the east, search house by house! Remember, knock; if there's no response, kick the door, toss a Hand Grenade before entering! No one, for God's sake, try to be a hero; I don't want to see any brother fall on the last step because of carelessness!"

Zhang Lei's voice wasn't loud, but each word hammered into the soldiers' ears like a nail.

Urban combat is a meat grinder; every step could step on the Judge of the Dead's threshold.

He looked at his soldiers, each young face brimming with a thirst for battle glory!

Their eyes were already blood‑red with killing, but the more this moment comes, the more they must stay calm.

"I'll go." Cao Zheng, as the fireteam, handed his mg42 to the rear secondary hand, stepped back two paces, and kicked hard.

"Bang!" The door panel shattered in response.

The moment the door burst open, Cao Zheng instantly slipped behind a side wall, fearing Little Devils inside might fire at him.

"Hand Grenade!" Squad Leader Chen Hui growled low.

A soldier behind Cao Zheng had already pulled the fuse and tossed a wooden‑handled Hand Grenade inside.

Sizzle.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion rang from the house, mingled with the sound of tables and chairs shattering and a short, sharp scream.

"Enter!"

Three people, guns in hand, surged in together. The room was a wreck, thick smoke billowing. A Japanese Army soldier lay in the corner, his abdomen torn open by shrapnel, intestines spilling onto the floor, still convulsing. His eyes were wide, staring at the ceiling as if questioning something.

Squad Leader Chen Hui, expressionless, stepped forward and gave his head a finishing shot.

Bang.

It wasn't out of cruelty, but for insurance. He had seen too many enemies feign death, detonating a Hand Grenade at the last moment for a mutual end.

During Lashu, Jiang Anguo taught soldiers that after killing Japanese Army troops, they must remember to top up their guns.

"Search!" Cao Zheng had already begun rifling through boxes and cabinets.

Cao Zheng then tiptoed cautiously toward the inner room. His heart raced, his hand on the trigger; as long as any Little Devil remained inside, he would fire instantly.

He knew the most dangerous spots were often those seemingly tranquil corners.