In the Meiktila area of ​​Mandalay Province, a Japanese army troop was passing quickly on the main highway.

If you look closely, you can see that almost every Japanese soldier is riding a bicycle. But what is strange is that there is no tire skin on the bicycle tires. There are only bare steel rings rolling on the ground. The long queue is like a black snake lying on the ground.

While walking on the winding and rugged road, you can hear the sound of Ding Ling's banging from a distance.

These Japanese soldiers seemed to regard their bicycles as war horses. They hung all kinds of weapons, equipment and personal belongings on them. Some even carried two spare bicycles on their backs, struggling to carry these items.

Pedal, the weird behavior can be called Asan.

Although a little nondescript, this team was very fast, much faster than a two-legged march on foot. It only took an hour to reach Mandalay from Meiktila.

"What? Ozawa, why did you send so many bicycles? You even removed the tires. What are you doing?"

Hashimoto, the Japanese soldier in charge of the task of guarding, was full of doubts. Recently, a large number of bicycles had been sent from the rear. He didn't know what the superiors were doing with these things.

"Idiot...don't you know what General Yamashita relied on to defeat the British in the first place? It was these iron horses and chariots."

Ozawa casually patted the iron pulley and looked around. There were rows of silver-colored 28-inch poles, which could cost at least several thousand. You can imagine that large troops would ride on them through the forest.

What will it be like?

"I just heard from the squadron leader that the general has also transferred a lot of tanks and artillery from the 17th Front Army. Now the gap between us and the Chinese is not that big."

"Hey, now I don't have to be bombarded anymore, but..." Hashimoto's eyes widened in disbelief. It seemed like there was going to be another battle this time.

"Baga!"

The two deserters were discovered by the squad leader, causing a burst of cheers.

"Who asked you to chat here? Go and count the number of bicycles that just arrived!"

"Hey..."

Looking at the two people running away in a hurry, the team leader sighed secretly, and he felt extremely helpless when he recalled what they had just said.

Sigh... There was a time when the Chinese could only hold their own in terms of firepower. It was often a division chasing several armies, and one army could defeat hundreds of thousands of people on the other side.

But now... there is at most one army on the opposite side, and the four or five divisions on our side dare not attack. We have to mobilize heavy firepower from the rear to be able to compete with it. It is simply embarrassing.

Fortunately, General Yamashita is powerful and has great reputation, and has the full support of the commander-in-chief of the temple. Otherwise, I really don’t know how this battle should be fought.

Buzz buzz...

Just as he was deep in thought, bursts of roaring sounds suddenly appeared in the sky, and a harsh alarm sounded immediately.

"Air strike!"

"Find cover!"

The surrounding soldiers were shouting and running in all directions. During this period, they had been sufficiently dealt with by enemy bombers. When they heard the alarm, they were all upset and they all hurriedly sought cover on the spot or fled to the woods to hide.

The little Japs in the anti-aircraft position quickly lifted up the camouflage canvas, operated the anti-aircraft gun and aimed it at the target, just waiting for the opponent to enter the shooting range.

"Panic! Move the bicycle away from the open space! Move quickly!"

The squad leader screamed at the top of his lungs and was the first to rush to the pile of bicycles. He picked up as many bicycles as possible and ran as hard as he could into the woods. At this moment, there were still many bicycles that had not been moved in time, just piled on the ground unprepared.

If the bomb had fallen, we don't know how much damage it would have caused.

Just above the little devil's head, two B17 bombers, escorted by a squadron of fighter jets, slowly lowered their altitude. The hatch of the bomb bay had been opened, and the bombardier was lying on the scope, carefully calculating the bombing position.

"We're here, John, get ready, we...oh...Shet!"

Boom! Boom! Boom…

The Japs' anti-aircraft guns began to unleash their power. Countless barrage explosions followed the trajectory of the aircraft and exploded in the surroundings. The pilots quickly adjusted their flight angles to avoid the shells as much as possible.

"Jamie, it's your turn to get on the field and deal with those anti-aircraft guns!" the pilot grabbed the microphone and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Received. Attention all flight groups, attack the air defense fire points below one by one!"

Jamie adjusted his eyes and put on the windshield, controlled the operating stick to fly downwards, and the other fighter planes around him also changed their directions and galloped towards the target in a two-plane combat formation.

Explosions continued to sound in mid-air. The pilots controlled the fighter planes to avoid the shells, and soon they were close to the target and were ready to start licking the ground.

The P40 itself is famous for its high-speed dive. The roaring fighter plane is like a bolt of lightning. As it approaches the target, the machine guns on the wings have begun to spit out fiery snakes.

Boo hoo hoo… hoo…

Bullets were fired at the anti-aircraft guns that were firing, and the columns of smoke that were thrown up covered the sky. Countless little devils were torn apart by the barrage, and the screams were endless.

The moment it was close to the ground, Jamie suddenly pulled up the nose of the plane and released the aerial bombs under the fuselage almost simultaneously. The fighter plane quickly climbed upwards in relief, but the two 200-kilogram aerial bombs hit the ground as fast as meteorites.

Boom! Boom!

The violent explosion directly blasted a deep crater into the ground. The anti-aircraft gun was thrown to an unknown place. The entire anti-aircraft team suffered numerous casualties. Broken limbs and broken arms, mixed with blood and mud, slowly sprinkled all over the ground like raindrops.

Scenes like this are happening everywhere. The Japanese army's air defense here is not very high, and the few anti-aircraft guns they have are also destroyed by continuous strikes. Facing the fierce and fierce P40 fighter planes, they have almost no choice but to be beaten head-on.

Thick smoke was already billowing on the ground. After circling in a circle and flying back again, the B17 could throw bombs downwards unscrupulously.

"The threat has been eliminated, prepare to drop the bomb!"

"Position calibrated, 3, 2, 1... Throw!"

High-explosive aerial bombs fell from the belly of the aircraft at high speed, and the ground was instantly plunged into a sea of ​​fire, just like the New Year's fireworks.
Chapter completed!