There were about thirty Japanese troops on the position.

Seeing two American Wesley Jeep guiding a Type 95 light tank toward the shape of a font, the more than 30 Japanese soldiers turned around and cast curious eyes.

These Japanese soldiers were completely unaware that the god of death had arrived.

As Long Wen said in the TV series, in the Battle of Myanmar, the British and the National Army lost crazy, the Japanese army won crazy, and a small team dared to surround the airport, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers dared to chase a regiment or even a division of the National Army.

A Japanese lieutenant came up and shouted loudly, "Oh, which unit are you from?"

Long Wenhua had no reaction, so Wang Yan replied: "We are from Yamada's troops, which of your troops?"

"We are from the Taken internal team." The Japanese lieutenant frowned and then asked again, "Didn't your Yamada troops go west to pursue the British army? Why are they here?"

"Ghosts know why we are here? The ghost places in Myanmar are the same, and we can't tell where they are." Wang Yan said, while secretly following the Type 95 light tank behind him and the dozen or so defeated soldiers "hanged" on the tank. He naturally saw it.

The turret of the Type 95 tank immediately rotated.

The black hole 37mm main gun and coaxial machine gun aimed at the Japanese positions.

The Japanese lieutenant's pupils shrank slightly and he shouted, "Oh, what are you doing?"

"Let's fire!" Long Wenhuan cried out, and Wang Yan threw out the Type 97 grenade in his palm.

Almost at the same time, Meng Fanluo, Milong, Busty, Beancai, Snake's butt and other cannon fodder also opened fire at the same time.

Kang Ya, who was hiding in the Type 95 light tank, did not react slowly. The 7.7mm-caliber coaxial machine gun fired violently, and the dense rain of bullets splashed towards the Japanese position in an instant.

The Japanese troops on the front positions were unprepared and fell in rows.

With just one round of firepower attacks, more than 30 Japanese soldiers were piled up.

Among the more than 20 Japanese soldiers who were killed, half were killed by Kamya.

Less than ten Japanese soldiers were left completely lost their fighting spirit and ran forward in panic.

As a result, after running less than fifty meters, a dense rain of bullets splashed from the front.

In a blink of an eye, the last seven or eight Japanese soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

Except for Wang Yan, everyone else was shocked by the sudden gunfire sounding in front of him.

The gunshots stopped and the entire river valley fell silent. Long Weng waved his hand, and the dozen or so defeated soldiers hanging on the tank quickly jumped out of the car and entered the Japanese defensive position.

Long Weng hid behind the jeep and shouted loudly: "Is it the brother of the Sichuan Army?"

"Brother of the Sichuan Army?"

"Brother of the group?"

"Brother?"

“Do you?”

The voice of the dragon's article echoed repeatedly in the valley and was very far away.

A moment later, a Sichuan accent sounded in the river valley: "We are from the Sichuan Army, which group are you?"

"I want Brother Ma!" Dou Bing, who was hiding behind Wang Yan, immediately shouted excitedly, "I want Brother Ma, I am Dou Bing."

"You want it?" Bu La poked out half of his head wearing a steel helmet from behind the sandbag and asked loudly, "Is it you not?"

"Not spicy? It's me." With the response, a head wearing a British steel helmet poked out from the bushes dozens of meters away, then grinned, revealing its iconic buck teeth.

"The turtle lid drip." Bula rushed up immediately and slapped him in the face.

Yaoma Ye slapped the face on his face, laughing and scolding: "Damn it."

Seeing Doubing coming, Yaoma slapped Doubing on the back of the head again. Doubing smiled as if she had seen a relative: "I want Brother Ma."

"Why do you look like a ghost?" Yaoma asked.

If it’s not spicy, it will tell you what happened after the plane crashes one by one.

Yaoma said with gratitude: "My luck is better than yours. Our plane landed safely and we also received the weapons and equipment that the British agreed to."

After saying that, Yaoma even patted the rifle in his hand.

It is an 80% new Lee Enfield rifle.

More than twenty defeated soldiers emerged from behind Yaoma.

Li Wula also mingled among the more than 20 defeated soldiers.

Although Li Wula was temporarily appointed as company commander before going to Myanmar.

But it is obvious that these defeated soldiers did not regard Li Wula as a company commander at all.

Li Wula obviously did not regard herself as the company commander, and hurried silently among the defeated soldiers.

It is not appropriate to say that the defeated soldiers are not suitable because, including the need for ma, these defeated soldiers have been replaced with brand new British uniforms, and each has a Lienfield rifle and even a Bren-style light machine gun.

Long Weng yelled: "The Sichuan Army has all, gather!"

Milong, Meng Fan was unfamiliar, and Bula waited for cannon fodder and quickly lined up.

Yaoma and the more than 20 cannon fodders later had no response.

Yaoma frowned and asked, "Son of Turtle, who is he?"

"Turtle, I am your leader." Long Weng said in a Sichuan accent, "Long Weng."

"The leader of the Hammer." Yaoma said sneered, "Why are you coaxing the ghost? The leader of our Sichuan Legion is Yu Xiaoqing."

"Yu Xiaoqing is dead." Long Weng turned his eyes to the other cannon fodder behind Ma, and said loudly, "Now I am the leader of the Sichuan Army, you all have to listen to me."

Seeing that Yaoma was still standing still, Long Weng immediately walked over and kicked his butt.

Yaoma staggered and stood beside Doubing, and Doubing showed a silly smile again: "I want Brother Ma."

"Hammer." Yaoma slapped Doubing on the back of the head again, but he did not leave the queue after all.

Long Wen Zhang kicked the remaining twenty cannon fodder into the queue one by one, and lined up in two lines in the valley.

Looking at the two rows of defeated soldiers in front of him, Long Wen's face showed a slightly satisfied expression. He already had a platoon of troops in his hand.

However, this little force is far from enough.

Long Weng forced more than 20 newly joined soldiers to change into the military uniforms and weapons of the Japanese soldiers.

As for the British weapons and equipment they distributed, they were all placed on two jeeps, and Milong and the others were also driven out of the car by Long Weng.

The defeated soldiers hanging on the tank were also driven down.

In the words of the Dragon article, it must be fuel-saving.

When the sky was completely dark, the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army set off again.

This time, the queue changed. Wang Yan drove the car in front of him, Long Weng broke the car, and Kang Ya drove the Type 95 light tank with more than 40 defeated soldiers walking in the middle of the queue.

In the original play, Long Weng kept ambushing the Japanese army with the conquered defeated soldiers, and then gathered more conquered soldiers.

But now it is much easier. The Japanese army that has won the defeat is scattered in the primitive jungle. Each time I encounter, there are at least half a team and at least four or five. It can be easily killed with its absolute advantage of troops and firepower.

By midnight, the Sichuan Army killed several groups of Japanese devils, and the defeated soldiers had already gathered more than one battalion.
Chapter completed!