Chapter 315 of the Anti-Japanese Iron and Blood Expeditionary Force, Sergeant Thomas, Second Class After the vigilance search is confirmed to be safe.
Two commandos with EOD expertise inspect the box.
It turned out that the boxes were full of canned wine, bags of cheese and other things, who would store food in the smoky sewers, and the British had a special heavy taste fetish Apparently not.
Zhang Zheming combined with the empty iron fence and immediately understood.
This is a thief's road.
It is very likely that the Indians who worked inside the British army did it.
They stole from here what the British had.
The items placed here must have not been transported in time after the fall of Imphal.
When Zhang Zheming was patrolling back and forth with a flashlight, he suddenly found that there were several clearer footprints on the mud, and these footprints were clearly made by stepping on them barefoot.
Because of the unfixability of the sludge.
So the footprints will disappear soon.
Even if you look closely, it's hard to notice.
Zhang Zheming's fist was raised.
Quickly rowed two laps.
The atmosphere in the sewers suddenly became tense.
Smack.
There was a slight thud around the corner ahead.
Zhang Zheming hesitated.
He judged that it was absolutely impossible for the Japanese to be hiding in it.
If it had been the Japanese, I'm afraid a grenade would have been thrown over a long time ago.
Maybe there's a rat inside.
Maybe it's the owner of the shipment outside.
So he tried to whisper in English: "Can you speak English, we are allies", apparently Zhang Zheming's words moved the people hiding inside.
Zhang Zheming was not ready to take any risks before judging that there was no weapon, and he continued: "Identify yourself.
Put down your weapons and walk out."
After a while.
A trembling voice.
In a standard Indian accent of native English, he stammered and whispered, "Sergeant Thomas, Second Class, Logistics Supply Division, Indian Legion Command, National Army."
Who are you?"
Zhang Zheming laughed in his heart.
Pulled out a real rat out of the road.
Look at those supplies outside in this time of war.
I'm afraid this British Army Indian Corps Command.
Sergeant Thomas, Second Class in the Logistics Supply Division, must be fat.
"They are the commandos of the Chinese Expeditionary Force.
Bong regain Imphal," Zhang Zheming spoke in a small voice.
But there is no doubt between words.
A Stuart submachine gun snapped out of the corner.
A Smithsonian revolver followed.
A 1911 pistol with several grenades.
A Bren light machine gun My ancestor Zhang Zheming did not expect that one person could carry so many weapons.
It seems that the logistics office must have raised Second Sergeant Thomas to be fat and strong.
When the so-called second-class sergeant Thomas came out, Zhang Zheming's jaw fell directly to the ground.
One is only about 165' tall.
Shriveled and thin.
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Not a few hairs.
Dirty Indian Asan, this is the second sergeant Thomas, who stole materials and sold them as refugees Apparently.
The image of Second Sergeant Thomas, Zhang Zheming's imagination gap is too large.
It is really unprecedented to find this look, and it is really unprecedented and unprecedented, as if he had seen a relative, Thomas hugged Zhang Zheming.
The narration of the pharynx is experienced by itself.
Thomas was dumbfounded when he finished saying Zhang Zheming.
It turned out that on the day of the fall of Imphal, Thomas couldn't give up his goods, got a car, and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to transport the west away.
Then go home and live a stable life as a wealthy family.
Unexpectedly, the speed of the Japanese attack was unusually fast.
Before Thomas could load the things into the car, the Allied command fell.
Thomas, who sacrificed his life and money, had a firm belief that the British army would soon be able to fight back.
So I found some weapons and hid in this stinking sewer.
For the tenacious spirit of Sergeant Thomas, the Chinese officers and soldiers at the venue expressed their admiration and admiration, and they fiercely despised Du Asan, who did not want to die.
With Thomas' pointing.
They soon came to a very discreet exit.
Thomas said that he could only send Zhang Zheming and others here, and he had to go back to guard his goods.
If, after defeating Japan, he hoped that Zhang Zheming would be able to transport the goods with his car.
Zhang Zheming's time is still talking nonsense with Thomas.
Assault teams were immediately deployed to enter the club building, and one group was tasked with clearing the roof.
The second team is responsible for cleaning up the first and third floors one by one.
During the battle, the main force lying in ambush outside was the first to start the battle.
Special operations brigades and non-ordinary units are completely different from each other in terms of firepower allocation and use even in offensive operations.
Suppressing and striking at the enemy with precise and effective firepower is bound to destroy a little.
Since the paratrooper units could not carry heavy weapons.
It was Song Yuhang who equipped the few Kabazu capitals with the Special Operations Brigade.
The anti-tank weapon, which became a household name in later generations, was the Model 1 produced by the Picatinny Arsenal in the United States in the spring of 1942 after being tested by live ammunition at the Aberdeen Test Site in the United States.
Although its caliber of sixty mm is very effective against heavy tanks.
But for bunkers, concrete structures, fortifications, light tanks, armored vehicles can be described as extraordinary.
And it was all 30 Kabazu bazookas carried by the first two groups of paratroopers that served as the first strike.
Offensive order After.
Thirty rockets scrambled with a spurting tail flame towards the fortifications and the windows of the machine guns.
The brightly lit club building and yard can be said to be a great help in providing shooting accuracy.
A large number of special snipers also carried sniper Springfield sniper rifles and began to enter the firing position.
In the midst of a continuous roar of explosions.
Several machine-gun fortifications made of sandbags at the entrance of the courtyard were the first to be attacked, except for the collapsed fortifications and the machine guns that fell to the side.
All that remained were the mutilated corpses of the Japanese soldiers.
The courtyard was filled with the shouting of Japanese soldiers.
Apparently this weapon is something they have never seen before.
The remaining Japanese firing points began to shoot aimlessly.
Suppress the fear in their hearts with a frenzied shooting.
Hitoichi Takano, who was hiding in the basement, was comforting himself repeatedly.
He remembered the time of his contribution to Imphal.
Two platoons of Anglo-Indian troops held out here for 29 hours, and finally ran out of ammunition and food before surrendering.
And now he has more than five hundred soldiers and more than thirty light and heavy machine guns.
There are also eight artillery guns and two Type 92 infantry guns on the roof.
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It may not be so easy for the opponent to take this building.
Now.
Takano Renichi doesn't know yet.
Less than a third of his thirty light and heavy machine guns remained.
The Japanese officers and soldiers were more shocked by the attack of the Chinese paratroopers outside.
After withstanding the attack of the opponent's rockets, the Japanese soldiers began to concentrate on grasping their weapons and preparing to shoot.
Because according to common sense, after the fire attack, it should be followed by the infantry attack.
However, the infantry of the Chinese did not appear.
On the contrary, the deadly cold guns fired from all angles dumbed out more than half of the Japanese army's firepower points almost at the same time.
One after another, the Japanese soldiers rushed up and fired their guns.
Then, in the blood mist, blood splattered everywhere, and often a heavy gun had to finish a bullet and needed to replace two or three shooters.
Such accurate shooting made the Japanese machine guns the devil that devoured the lives of soldiers.
Soon, the remaining Japanese machine guns were all silent.
From time to time, Japanese officers suddenly realized the problem.
Howling like a wolf, he pulled the power and turned off the lights.
At the moment when the power is turned off.
Zhang Zheming, who had already lurked in the building, smiled and said with a smile after breaking the neck of a Japanese army commander: "The little devil is not stupid, and he knows how to turn off the lights."
It really helped us a lot. ” Captain Kochi Komura, as the actual commander of the defense of the officers' club building, can be described as unusually depressed.
Supreme Commander.
Imphal Garrison Division Hitoshi Takano Ichisaku hid in the basement and refused to come out.
However, the enemy attacking outside was extremely tricky, and before he saw the enemy, he suffered more than 100 casualties.
"Are we fighting with the shadow?"
Komura Kochi yelled, and then took his staff officer, Ono and others from the corridor to the back building, trying to go up to the roof.
By the way, I urged Second Lieutenant Yoshida, who was to carry it, to move quickly A few scrambled taxis in the corridor attracted the attention of the village, and these lacked trainees, panicked, and always looking for various reasons for the cowardly recruits.
Kochi Kochi in the small village was angry.
Due to the power shutdown, Komura Kochi saw the specific situation over there.
I could only roughly see where a few soldiers stopped, muttering something Kochi Komura yelled angrily: Yaga, you damn bastards.
I'm Captain Kochi Komura.
Where are you, and who are your governors?"
Zhang Zheming didn't expect that he had just killed a few Japanese soldiers transporting ammunition.
Immediately, the captain came to the door, so he pretended to be vague and replied in Japanese: Immediately, immediately Kochi Komura was very dissatisfied with the soldier's answer.
And that's not all.
The accent of the other party is also quite weird.
At least he hadn't heard a similar accent in his brigade.
And as a Teijin.
How could it be so vague, so he took a few steps forward.
Suddenly.
With a flash of explosion.
Murakochi noticed that the clothes on several soldiers in the corridor did not seem to fit, and most importantly, they were wearing ten-inch high-top leather boots on their feet Zhang Zheming snorted coldly and said in Japanese: "My chief's name is Song Yuhang.
We are the grandfathers of the Special Operations Brigade of the Chinese Expeditionary Force" "Damn it.
It's the Shina people," Komura Kochi yelled at the warn, struggling to pull the southern pistol that was still in the holster.
Very obviously.
Zhang Zheming is not a person who will give his opponent a chance.
The Thomson submachine gun in his hand ran out of magazines in an instant.
Kochimura and several unprepared staff officers struggled to their deaths.
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The sound of gunfire in the hallway alarms the Japanese military custodian in the room.
Several Japanese soldiers rushed out with Type 38 rifles with bayonets on them.
A sergeant behind Zhang Zheming brushed his arm and strangled a Japanese soldier. casually used a 1911 pistol to bring down the two Japanese soldiers who poured out later.
At this moment, the room resounded with the sound of sudden shooting.
In an instant, the paratrooper sergeant threw away the bullet-riddled corpses of the Japanese soldiers who had been beaten in front of him
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