The war begins when you are willing, but will not end when you are happy. The brief "peace" that lasted for several months was broken down under the tension between the two sides, and the war spread again in central Myanmar.

The first person to catch the fire was Taung Chi City in Mandalay. The Fifth and Fourth Division of the Japanese Army stationed here soon received a report from the frontier observation post. More than 6,000th regiments of the 200th Division of the Chinese Army had already arrived nearby, and the two sides were less than 20 kilometers apart.

The first to react was the Fifth Division. The division commander Kiyoichi Yamada immediately ordered the troops to prepare for attack, and at the same time sent a message to the Fourth Division, preparing to launch a joint attack with friendly forces.

It’s a fucking joke. At least there are tens of thousands of troops on my side. I have to put the Chinese people in the past with several times the strength of their troops. At the worst, the number must be different.

More than 6,000 people dared to come and provoke it. It was simply a bold and unaware of life and death. When did the Chinese become so arrogant?

Regarding this behavior of pulling teeth with tiger mouths, the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Division unanimously felt that they should teach the other party a lesson, give them a blow, and at the same time suppress the enemy's offensive situation.

When this information was reached by the Mandalay Command, Yamashita Fengfu immediately decided to test it first and then give an offensive order to the two divisions of Taungchi.

So the 11 and 21 infantry regiments of the Fifth Division quickly took action, one in front and the other in the back, double-teamed towards the 200th Division from two directions.

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"Langda? Is it going to fight again?"

"I heard that the Chinese vanguard troops are approaching us, and the Fifth Division has gone forward."

"Isn't this because of this the patrol team's efforts to increase their vigilance in the past two days..."

In Hung Hom Village, northern Tungzhi, at the 37th Regiment of the Fourth Division, an infantry squad is patrolling routinely on the periphery.

The marching team was bored, but a few Japanese soldiers couldn't help but whisper.

"I heard that the other party had only more than 6,000 people. Isn't this battle easy to fight? I can't just touch him quietly?" A soldier said in a thief.

But his companion didn't care and immediately said, "What do you know? Didn't you see the enemy's planes flying everywhere all day? Everyone can see your every move clearly."

"Can the Chinese people hide in the woods find out?" the soldier took his gun smoothly and asked.

"Is it useful to go to less? As long as the troops with more than one thousand people are mobilized, they can find out. Do you think the other party is blind? Besides, more than six thousand people dare to come over. It is obviously a fraud. I really don't know what those stupid people in the headquarters think."

The soldier shook his head and spoke in a very clear manner, as if he was very good at analyzing information, which made his companions around him stunned.

"Okay, this guy Shikamaru has started to exaggerate again. Squad leader, don't you?"

"What did you say? Shikamaru's words were not wrong." The captain next to him had no intention of blame, but nodded and felt that it made sense.

Most soldiers think that there must be something strange about this matter. They should investigate it carefully before making a decision. How can they rush forward with all their heads? It's too reckless.

The patrol slowly walked to the intersection of a highway, and then another team came from ahead. Several armed motorcycles in the team were in a style, followed by many transport trucks and armored vehicles, with a large number of people in a large group.

"Still! Which unit are you from?" A major walked out of the team and shouted at the patrol.

"Hi!" The captain quickly stepped forward and stood attentively and replied: "Report to the Lord, we are the 67th patrol team of the 8th Regiment of the Fourth Division, and are carrying out daily patrol missions. May I ask you..."

"We are from the 21st Regiment of the Fifth Division..." The master looked up and down at the team leader, then raised his eyelids to look at the somewhat careless soldier behind him. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes:

"The headquarters has ordered all front-line troops to gather in the direction of Nandu River. Your 8th Regiment is still patrolling on the spot. I really have leisure and leisure!"

The Fourth Division's garrison is higher than the Fifth Division. It is logical that the assembly speed should be faster than the latter. However, the order from the Mandalay Command has been on the order for two days, and these guys are still standing still, without any intention of moving forward.

"Hehe... Go to Master Grandpa, I don't know much about this. If the captain of the regiment orders, we will definitely cooperate with the action as soon as possible." The captain was not angry with the other party's attitude and replied with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, I really don't know why the General at the foot of the mountain asked you to come to Myanmar too... Just like that, you continue patrolling and get out of the way for our Fifth Division."

The master knew the virtues of the Fourth Division and did not want to talk nonsense here. After saying that, he returned to the team.

"Hey, take care of your health and keep your body clean!" The team leader immediately bent down and saluted, saying their unique blessings from the Fourth Division.

The Grandpa, who was about to leave, suddenly twitched his face. It seemed that he underestimated the nature of these bastards. You are the first to be a mother...

In fact, each Japanese army unit will send a congratulations when it is leaving. People usually say "the martial eternity is prosperous" or "the martial eternity lasts forever". When the situation is not good, they say "Kyudasaka Miki" (Yasukuni Shrine is in Kyudasaka, Tokyo).

The Fourth Division is different from others. When they say goodbye, they often say "to control the body with great care", that is, to take care of the body, the body is the first, or simply "to save life is the most important."

"A group of red deer who are afraid of death..."

The master muttered in a low face, saying that the other party was a blessing after all, and it was not easy to curse him in this situation, so he had to leave without looking back.

Looking at the other party's back as he hurriedly left, the team leader shook his head and sighed helplessly: "I really don't know why I'm so desperate. I'll jump down even though I know it's a pit."

"Captain, do we still have to continue patrolling?" the soldiers under him ran over and asked.

The captain touched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly a sudden light of inspiration appeared, and immediately changed his face, as if he was wearing a mask of pain in an instant.

"Oh, the gunshot wound I had suffered before has started to inflame again. Neck... It hurts so much! No... I have to go to the field hospital right away."

Before the other party could speak, the team leader shook his arms and walked on the road of time. Seeing this, the other soldiers in the patrol had to follow.

"Hey? Have the captain been shot before? I clearly remember..." One of the young soldiers asked to his companion curiously.

"Baga, ask less if you shouldn't!"

Veteran Shikamaru interrupted him without hesitation, and his eyes turned and suddenly covered his stomach and grinned and wailed:

"Oh... Actually, my stomach is not feeling well these two days. It seems that I have malaria. If I don't have it, I have to go to the hospital for a look."
Chapter completed!