Most of the Japanese troops in central Myanmar were huddled in Nay Pyi Taw and Pyinmana. This area relatively did not have that many mountains and hills, but it was still covered by extremely vast jungles.

Fang Jingyao's strategy was very simple. First, let the bombers use napalm bombs to "barbecue" a large area to clear out the dense jungles on the periphery that were used as cover by the Japanese army. Then, in coordination with the infantry and artillery, they gathered the artillery units of the two main regiments to launch a wave.

Nursing coverage, the infantry attacked Naypyitaw and Pyinmana simultaneously from four directions in a pincer offensive.

In fact, there are not many Japanese troops stationed in the Naypyitaw area. The full force is only one and a half regiments, and they are spread over hundreds of square kilometers of land. Their strength has long been dwarfed by theirs.

The Japanese who were hit by napalm bombs hurriedly withdrew from their frontline positions. The traps they prepared in the jungle disappeared in an instant. Not only that, the rear positions also came under heavy shelling.

The shells hit the mountains and forests one after another, covering the vast area with splashing soil, and the firelight could be clearly seen from several kilometers away. With such intensity, it felt like the mountain tops were about to be flattened.

Many little devils can't figure it out. Those hills where there aren't many people stationed there are bombarded by planes and artillery. What's the point? Is this still the Chinese army? It's older and richer than the United States.

In the gap between the flying artillery fire, the two main regiments moved to the front line early and were ready. After a while, the impact points of the artillery shells began to extend backward, and behind them... three signal bombs shot straight into the sky, which indicated that the order to attack had been sounded.

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With the orders from the commanders of each team, the attack officially kicked off. The soldiers organized themselves into squads and rushed toward the Japanese army aggressively under the cover of various firepower points.

Merrill's detachment was not idle either, and all five combat brigades were engaged in the battle, cooperating with the main force.

This battle seemed to have entered a fever pitch from the very beginning. The radio at the forward command headquarters was not interrupted. Battle status reports were piled on the table like snowflakes. The combat staff kept constructing the real battlefield situation on the sand table and were extremely busy.

Fang Jingyao stood aside and stared at the sand table, making changes to the details from time to time. Now the main force has achieved wireless shortwave telecommunications, and the penetration rate is very high. Orders will be sent to the front line as soon as possible, and even the company will be in the battle.

Level units can directly contact the forward regiment headquarters across levels, saving a lot of trouble and allowing them to quickly request fire support.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is an indescribable anger in his calm eyes.

It is impossible to say that I don't care about my father's death. If I really want to express something, then let the Japanese feel despair and pain on the battlefield.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the 3rd Battalion and 9th Company of the 1st Regiment captured the high ground on the left flank of the Japanese army. The 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment rushed into Pyinmana City and started a street battle with the Japanese army...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, according to the guidance of aerial reconnaissance, artillery attacked a train station behind the Japanese army and blew up a large amount of military supplies...

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the outer defense lines were occupied one by one. The Japs began to withdraw their troops and retreated along the Davati line. A group took advantage of the situation to occupy Naypyitaw and continued to advance southward...

In just one day, the Japanese defense lines in Naypyidaw and Pyinmana were shattered. More than 3,800 Japanese soldiers stood firm and were divided and surrounded by strongholds by the influx of soldiers from the expeditionary force.

Their destruction is only a matter of time.

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In a material camp of a certain unit of the Third Division on the front line, soldiers were processing various materials sent from the rear. Heavy trucks drove here without stopping for too long, and then left in a hurry after unloading the goods.

"Hi~!"

The sound of horses was heard one after another. In addition to transport trucks of different sizes, there were hundreds of military horses of various types in the camp. They were eating fodder in the horse stalls and neighing happily from time to time.

These military horses are all heavy-duty draft horses imported from the old British country. They are used to transport supplies instead of cars in places with inconvenient transportation. A dozen of them are extremely strong British native Shire horses. Compared with their size,

The Japanese and those Japanese horses can only be reduced to cowards when they see them.

Each Shire horse is very tall and majestic. It is about two and a half meters tall. An ordinary soldier is not as tall as its shoulders. It weighs about a ton. A single horse can easily drag several tons of weight.

Moving forward, the saying "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse" does not work well in front of a Sharma.

Company Commander Huang Daming was riding on a tall horse, with a smile on his face and bright eyes, as if he were looking at his lover, and he kept stroking the bright mane on the horse's neck.

The Shire horse under his crotch has broad and powerful shoulders, a long and well-proportioned neck and body, and well-developed muscles all over the body. The overall look is extremely strong but still beautiful, making people fall in love with it at first sight.

"Captain Huang, you have been watching here all day. If you really like it... how about I pick one for you and then take this big horse back to the tent to play with it slowly in the evening?"

"Hahaha…"

Seeing how absorbed he was, the platoon leader of the baggage battalion who was responsible for feeding the horses couldn't help but joked. This remark made everyone laugh.

"I'm a coward, I'm a coward and I don't understand. I have a clear nose! I'm not as knowledgeable as you, but you can give me one of these horses."

Huang Daming, who was born in the northwest, has been around horses since he was a child. His family used to be a horse herder, and he loves good horses as much as a pervert sees a beautiful woman.

"Well, don't look at it. It's tall and strong. It's even less courageous than a donkey. Last time in Binmana, as soon as the Second Regiment's artillery fired, these cowards were so frightened that they almost broke my horse pen.

Yang."

The transport platoon leader dropped the horse brush and complained with disgust on his face.

Although the Sharma horse is strong and full of power, it is too timid to hope to become a war horse. Moreover, it is also very expensive and delicate, especially in this hot tropical rain forest. It is easy to get sick. In order to feed these four-legged ancestors, they have to row

It takes a lot of effort.

"Okay, Lao Zhou, I won't talk to you anymore. This horse belongs to me now. You have to keep an eye on me. If anything goes wrong, I won't let you go!" Huang Daming turned over and patted Xia.

There is so much love in Erma's eyes for his strong tendons.

"Hey, what's going on? Raw? Robbery? You three regiments are really more devils than devils. Why do you want to choke in your own pockets when you see any good thing? Aren't you afraid of people from the gendarmerie?

Going to drink tea?" the platoon leader couldn't help but said angrily.

"Hehe, then you have to go talk to our group." Huang Daming was not ashamed but proud, laughing with his hands on his hips and his face full of pride.

The transport platoon leader was speechless. He really had no way to deal with these unreasonable soldiers from the Third Main Regiment.

The barracks was bustling with activity. The commander would ask the soldiers to sort the supplies and then load them into trucks one by one according to the needs of the frontline troops.

The soldiers standing guard were distributed in twos and threes at the surrounding sentry posts. This was not the front line of the battle, so they were not too vigilant. They just walked back and forth with their guns on their backs, chatting with their companions from time to time.

"who!?"
Chapter completed!