The Iron Blood Expeditionary Force of the Anti-Japanese War Chapter 315 Second Class Sergeant Thomas

After the warning search confirmed the safety, two professional commandos of the book were inspected by the box. It turned out that the box was filled with canned wine and cheese and other things? Who would store the food in the storm of the storm? The British's special heavy taste habits?

Obviously not. Zhang Zheming immediately understood in combination with the iron fence of the virtual frame. This was a thief. It was very likely that the Indians who worked inside the British army were doing it. They stole the British things from here. The items placed here must have been unable to be transported away in time after Impal fell.

While Zhang Zheming was patrolling back and forth with a flashlight, he suddenly found that there were a few clearer footprints on the mud? These footprints were clearly made of trampling barefoot. Because of the unsolidability of the mud, the footprints would disappear soon. It was difficult to notice them if they were careful to observe.

Zhang Zheming raised his fist and quickly drew two circles. The atmosphere in the sewer suddenly became tense. A slight sound was made at the corner in front. Zhang Zheming hesitated for a moment. He judged that it was absolutely impossible for the Japanese to hide in it. If it were Japanese, he would have been thrown over by a grenade. Maybe there was a mouse inside. Maybe it was the owner of the goods outside. So he tried to whisper in English: "Can you speak English? We are allies!" Obviously, Zhang Zheming's words touched the people hiding inside. Before judging that there was no weapon, Zhang Zheming was not ready to take risks. He continued: "Identify your identity. Put down your weapon and come out!"

After a while, a trembling voice stuttered in a standard Indian titanic English and responded in a low voice: "Thomas, the second-class sergeant of the Logistics Supply Department of the National Army Indian Corps Command. Who are you?"

Zhang Zheming felt funny in his heart. He took out a real rat. Looking at the supplies outside during this war, I'm afraid that Thomas, the second-class sergeant of the Logistics Supply Department of the British Army Indian Corps Command, must be fat.

"We are the commando of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. We will recover Yingpaer!" Although Zhang Zheming spoke very little, there is no doubt in his words.

Bang! A Situ Deng submachine gun was thrown out at the corner. Then a Smithsonian revolver, an m1911 pistol, several grenades, and a Bren light machine gun!

I am the ancestor! Zhang Zheming did not expect that a person could carry so many weapons. It seems that the Logistics Department must have raised the second-class sergeant Thomas as a fat and strong body.

When the so-called second-class sergeant Thomas came out, Zhang Zheming's chin fell directly to the ground. A hairy and thin, with few hairs and dirty Indian Ah San? Is this the second-class sergeant Thomas? He stole the supplies and became a refugee?

Obviously, the image of the second-class sergeant Thomas Zhang Zheming's imagination is too big. It is really unprecedented to make money and never come after him. Zhang Zheming, who was hugged by Thomas, was swallowing and narrating his own experience.

Thomas was stunned when he finished speaking. It turned out that on the day when Impal fell, Thomas couldn't bear to let go of his car and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to transport the West and change hands. Then he went home to be a wealthy family and live a stable life. Unexpectedly, the Japanese attack speed was extremely rapid. Before Thomas could transport the world into the car, the Allied Command fell. Thomas, who was willing to sacrifice his life and wealth, believed that the British army would be able to fight back soon. So he found some weapons and hid in this stinking sewer.

The Chinese officers and soldiers expressed their admiration for Sergeant Thomas' tenacious spirit at the venue, and admired Du A San, who was so desperate to despise money.

With Thomas' guidance, they soon came to an extremely hidden exit. Thomas said that he could only send Zhang Zheming and others here and he had to go back to guard his goods. If he defeated Japan, he hoped that Zhang Zheming could transport the goods in one car.

Zhang Zheming was not talking nonsense with Thomas at this time. He immediately deployed an assault team to enter the club building. The first team was responsible for clearing the roof. The second team was responsible for cleaning up the room one by one from the first and third floors.

During the battle, the main force lies ambushed outside and starts the ground first. The special combat brigade and extraordinary troops are completely different in their firepower allocation and use even in tough battles. The enemy can be suppressed and hit by precise and effective firepower. A little bit of it will be destroyed.

Since the paratroopers were unable to carry heavy weapons, Song Yuhang equipped the few Kabazu to the special combat brigade. The anti-tank weapon that was well-known in later generations was the m1 model produced by the Picatinny Arsenal in the United States after live-fire inspection at the test site of Aberdeen, USA in the spring of 1942. Although its caliber of 60 mm is a great effect against heavy tanks, it is very effective for bunker concrete structures and fortifications light tank armored vehicles.

The first strike was the thirty Kabazu bazooka carried by the first two batches of paratroopers. Offensive orders

|After, thirty rockets dragged their squirmed tail flames and rushed toward the fortifications and the window with machine guns.

The brightly lit club building and yard can be said to have greatly helped to provide shooting accuracy. A large number of special snipers also carried sniper Springfield sniper rifles to start entering the shooting position.

Amid the continuous roaring explosions, several machine gun fortifications made of sandbags at the entrance of the yard were the first to be destroyed by collapsed fortifications and machine guns that fell beside them. Only the broken bodies of Japanese soldiers were left. The yard was filled with the sound of Japanese shouting. Obviously, this weapon was something they had never seen before.

The remaining Japanese firepower points began to shoot aimlessly. They used crazy shooting to suppress their fear. Hidden in the basement, Takano Hitoichi, who was hiding in the basement, repeatedly comforted himself. When he remembered his contributions, the British and Indian troops of two platoons stood here for a full 29 hours. Finally, they had no ammunition and food, but they surrendered. Now he had more than 500 soldiers and more than 30 light and heavy machine guns. There were eight artillery runners and two Type 92 infantry cannon guns on the roof. It was probably not that easy for the opponent to capture this building.

At this moment, Takano Hitoichi Takano didn't know. Only less than one-third of his more than 30 light and heavy machine guns were left. He was more shocked by the attack of the Chinese paratroopers outside.

After enduring the attack of the opponent's rockets, the Japanese soldiers began to concentrate on grasping the weapons and preparing to shoot. Because according to common sense, the sudden attack of fire should be followed by infantry attacks. However, the Chinese infantry did not appear. Instead, the deadly cold guns shot from all angles made all the Japanese firepower points dumb at almost half of the time.

Japanese soldiers rushed to the gun and fired. Then they were concerned about the blood mist, and blood splashed everywhere. Often, a heavy gun had to be replaced with two or three shooters after a bullet board. Such accurate shooting made the Japanese machine gun a devil that devoured the lives of the soldiers. Soon the only remaining Japanese machine guns were silent.

At that time, a Japanese officer suddenly realized the problem. He shouted like a wolf howl and turned off the lights. At the moment when the power was turned off, Zhang Zheming, who had already lurked into the building, broke the neck of a Japanese sergeant and smiled: "The Japanese are not stupid either! He also knows that turning off the lights. He really helped us a lot."

Captain Komura Komura was extremely frustrated as the actual commander of the defense of the Officer's Music Club building. The supreme commander, Colonel Kono, the Impal Guard Division, hid in the basement and refused to come out. However, the enemy attacking outside was extremely weird and more than 100 casualties were killed or killed before he saw the enemy.

"Are we fighting with the Kage?" Komura Kochi shouted and took his staff officer Ono and others to walk around the back building from the corridor to try to go up to the roof. By the way, he urged Lieutenant Yoshida to move to Mali.

Several busy taxis in the corridor attracted Xiaomura's attention. When they saw these timid recruits who were lacking training, they were frightened and always looked for various reasons. Komura Kochi was furious.

Since the power supply was turned off, Kochi of the village saw the specific situation there. He could only roughly see where the soldiers stopped and muttered what they were saying?

Komura Komura Komura yelled angrily: Baga! You damn bastards. I am the captain Komura Komura Komura. Where are you? Who are your chief?"

Zhang Zheming didn't expect that he had just killed several Japanese soldiers transporting ammunition. The captain came to him immediately, so he pretended that Zhang was hesitant and vaguely answered in Japanese: Immediately!

Komura Komura was very dissatisfied with the soldiers' answers. Not only that, the other party's accent was also quite strange. At least he had never heard a similar accent in his brigade. And as an emperor, how could he be so vague? So he walked forward a few steps. Suddenly, with the flash of explosion. | Komura Komura found that the clothes on several soldiers in the corridor did not seem to fit. What's most important is that they were wearing ten-inch high-top leather boots on their feet?

Zhang Zheming snorted coldly and said in Japanese: "My commander is Song Yuhang. We are the grandfathers of the Special Operations Brigade of the Chinese Expeditionary Force!"

"Damn it. It's the Chinese!" Komura Komura struggled to pull the southern pistol still in the holster while shouting for warning. It was very obvious. Zhang Zheming was not a person who could give him a cell phone. The Thomson submachine gun in his hand instantly drained a magazine. Komura Komura and several unprepared staff members struggled to die.
Chapter completed!