Chapter 472: The Smoke of the Golden Triangle (4)

Warplane swooped over the Expeditionary Force positions, revealing the Blue Sky White Sun flag beneath its wing.

The Reinforced Camp soldiers on the ground, seeing the P-38 lightning fighter in the sky, instantly had their morale surge.

They had already been in a desperate situation, low on ammunition, suffering heavy casualties, and facing the Thai Army's successive attacks and the onslaught of elephant units, nearly unable to hold on.

The arrival of the P-38 fighter, like timely rain, instantly turned the battle, the Thai Army's offensive was completely checked, and many Thai soldiers, seeing the aircraft, were terrified and began fleeing in all directions.

"Brothers, reinforcements have arrived! Push harder and drive back the Thai Devils!"

Reinforced Camp commander Li Tiezhu, seeing the aircraft, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly, his hoarse yet resonant voice cutting through the battlefield din, "Look, that's our plane! Kill those Little Devils!"

The position instantly erupted with deafening cheers.

The previously exhausted soldiers seemed infused with fresh strength, popping their heads out of the Trench, brandishing their rifles, faces full of excitement and euphoria.

In their eyes, those Thai units allied with the Japanese Army and invading were no different from the wicked Japanese Devils, and they habitually called them "Little Devils".

"It's our plane! Great! We're saved!"

A young soldier, face flushed, cheered while pounding the Trench wall hard; the wound on his hand bled from the shock, yet he didn't notice.

"Kill these Thai Little Devils, see if they still dare to be arrogant!"

Next to him, a Machine Gunner set down his scorching machine gun, waved his hand vigorously at the P-38 fighter, his voice loud enough to drown the gunfire, "Well done! The plane hit well! Blow up those Little Devils' elephants! See if they still dare to trample our Trench with elephants!"

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed his machine gun and sprayed wildly at the fleeing Thai soldiers, his face full of vindictive satisfaction.

"We've been waiting for reinforcements! These Thai Little Devils, relying on their numbers, bully our few, but now our plane has arrived—watch where they run!"

An injured soldier, leaning against the Trench wall, struggled to raise his rifle, gesturing to the sky, eyes flashing, "Thanks to the brothers in the plane, now we can hold the position!"

Li Tiezhu, watching the cheering soldiers, eyes full of satisfaction, shouted again, "Brothers, the plane backs us up; we must not be cowardly! Follow the plane's rhythm, strike hard! Drive these Thai Little Devils back home, hold our position, let them not advance a step!"

Li Tiezhu even thought of seizing this chance to counterattack the Thai Army.

"Kill the Little Devils! Hold the position!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices echoing to the heavens.

William was also seeing an elephant unit for the first time.

In his view, the appearance of such animals in modern warfare was odd.

But the enemy is the enemy, especially since the Thai People were aiding the Japanese in invading Myanmar.

Now the northern Myanmar area had been carved into private territory by Jiang Anguo.

If these Thai People wanted to attack Jingdong, they'd first have to ask Jiang Anguo whether he would consent.

"Wingmen provide cover; the rest of the units, focus on attacking the elephant units and the Thai Army's Artillery positions!"

William, while piloting his fighter, issued the orders.

He knew the elephant units were the Thai Army's main force, perhaps also reflecting the Thai People's reverence for elephants.

The Thai elephant units were also the greatest threat to the Reinforced Camp positions of the 93rd Division, and the Artillery positions were the Thai Army's fire support; destroying both would effectively relieve pressure on the Reinforced Camp.

After receiving the order, the fighters immediately divided tasks: three wingmen handled air patrol to prevent any Thai aircraft from appearing suddenly.

The remaining nine fighters split into two groups, one focusing on the elephant units, the other flying toward the Thai Army's Artillery positions.

The aircraft circled low over the battlefield, constantly adjusting angle, and launched attacks.

The air‑bombs under the wings were released, striking the elephant units with precision.

The explosions roared, flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.

The elephants might have undergone some gun training, but under the threat of 20 mm cannons, any hit turned them into a mass of gore.

The wounded elephant began to roar, and the Thai soldiers on its back had long been thrown off.

In the chaos, the elephant trampled a Thai soldier's body; the soldier let out a scream as the elephant's weight crushed and broke his sternum.

William, piloting his long‑range aircraft, weaved continuously above the battlefield, his gaze sharp, locking onto targets with precision.

He saw a massive elephant charging toward the Reinforced Camp Trench; several soldiers inside the Trench couldn't dodge in time and were in danger.

William immediately maneuvered his fighter, diving swiftly, aligning the nose with the elephant's head, pressed the fire button, and the 20 mm cannon shell precisely hit the elephant's eye.

The elephant let out a mournful roar, collapsed with a thud, crushing several nearby Thai soldiers, completely eliminating the danger to the Trench soldiers.

"Well done, Battalion Commander!" the wingman pilot's voice came, with a hint of admiration.

William showed no slack, continuing to pilot his aircraft toward the Thai Army's Artillery positions.

The Thai Army's Artillery positions, located at the rear of the battlefield, had several guns firing wildly at the Reinforced Camp positions; the shells landed, raising clouds of earth and shrapnel, and many soldiers were hit, suffering heavy casualties.

"Target the Artillery positions, clear all air‑bombs!" William ordered, pressed the release, and two 100‑pound air‑bombs under the wings dropped instantly like meteors, smashing into the Thai Army's Artillery positions.

At the same time, the other fighters simultaneously released air‑bombs; explosions rang consecutively, the Thai Army's guns were destroyed one by one, the artillerymen couldn't escape, falling amid the fire, and the Artillery positions instantly became a ruin.

The Thai Army's artillery units weren't strong; after all, the Japanese had few heavy guns and wouldn't equip the Thai Army with heavy artillery.

"Run! There's an aircraft on the other side!" The Thai Army began to panic, soldiers fled backward.

"Don't!"

"Help!"

The Thai Army's Commander Luan Caiyunuan, the supreme commander of the Thai Expeditionary Force, held the rank of General.

Just as they were about to seize the Huaxia Army positions opposite Da Qili, a Huaxia Army fighter suddenly appeared in the sky, catching the Thai Army off guard.

Luan Caiyunuan, his face dark, looked at the Japanese Army commander beside him, Lieutenant General Shou Wu Jing Er, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Japanese 15th Army, and asked, "Sir, when can your country's air forces join the fight?"

Facing Luan Caiyunuan's query, Lieutenant General Shou Wu Jing Er felt a surge of contempt; this single position hadn't been taken by three divisions, so what use are your Thai troops?

"Oh, General, you also know the Imperial Japan is delivering its final strike on Australia; all our fighters have been dispatched to the South Pacific, and we cannot support the Myanmar front in the short term," Lieutenant General Shou Wu Jing Er offered a poor excuse.

However, Luan Caiyunuan had to believe this excuse.