mesbooks Chapter 304: Blaze the Japs’ buttocks!
Chapter 304: Blaze the Japs’ buttocks!
In the marching team of the 15th Army, the Japanese soldiers walked with heavy steps, and every step seemed to drag their already exhausted bodies.
Months of fierce fighting and long journeys have pushed these soldiers to their limits.
Despite this, they still gritted their teeth, endured the physical pain and mental fatigue, and moved forward with heavy steps.
Along the way, the Japanese looted a large amount of gold, silver, treasures and livestock in battle, and even had to use captured Sindhu soldiers as laborers, forcing them to carry these heavy spoils.
Fortunately, these Indian soldiers were quite obedient. They would work hard as long as they were fed and had good self-management skills. There was no trouble along the way. It was only recently that with the food shortage, Indian prisoners began to escape.
But even these riches could not fill the deep fear and anxiety in their hearts. After all, the John Army planes that flew overhead from time to time were like the shadow of death, threatening their lives at all times.
"General, the morale of our troops is low, and many soldiers are complaining." An officer on horseback galloped to Mutaguchi Ren'ya's car, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Mutaguchi Renya pulled up his trousers. His once large military uniform now seemed a little empty. He slowly turned towards the officer with a tired smile on his face.
He knew that the situation was getting worse and worse. The Japanese were in low spirits and were even starting to kill each other for food.
But he couldn't stop and couldn't give up.
"Tell them that as long as we reach Chittagong, we can retreat safely. We can't give up! I will fight to the end with you!" There was a hint of helplessness in Mutaguchi Ren'ya's voice, as if he was talking to himself and also to comfort others.
In fact, Mutaguchi Ren'ya knew in his heart that he had already found a way out.
At present, the treasures they have looted amount to hundreds of tons. If they abandon these treasures and speed up the march, the troops will soon reach Chittagong.
But he was reluctant to part with these treasures. As long as he brought these treasures back to his homeland, even if the 15th Army was completely wiped out, Mutaguchi Ren'ya would be able to make up for his mistakes and at least keep his position and chance of promotion.
After all, Mutaguchi Ren'ya knew very well that his 15th Army had won almost every battle in India. If Pegu itself had not been quickly occupied by the stretched An Min Army and their logistical channels had not been cut off, he might have been able to turn the eastern plains into a wasteland.
He had long regarded all of this as a stepping stone to his promotion and wealth.
"The treasure must be returned, no matter what." Mutaguchi Ren'ya made up his mind silently, and a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes.
After various arrangements and promises, he knew that as long as he could bring the treasures back safely, the blame for the defeat would be borne by others, and he might even have new opportunities for promotion.
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At the same time, the Anmin Army's pursuit troops were also moving rapidly.
Bai Minghui led the 11th, 12th and 13th newly formed infantry divisions and launched a tough pursuit battle on the Ganges Plain in Sindhu.
The Ganges Plain is low and flat with abundant water resources, but the complex terrain also brought considerable difficulties to the march.
"Our troops have been marching for two consecutive days. Although the soldiers on the vehicles can take a short rest, these tanks and vehicles have reached their limit after continuous motorized marches." Shen Jianian, commander of the 11th Division, looked anxious and quickly reported to Bai Minghui.
In order to catch up with the Japanese troops as quickly as possible, Bai Minghui organized all the trucks, Bobcats, half-track vehicles and light tanks of the three divisions into an elite fast column of more than 5000 people, and pursued them along the road day and night.
The main infantry force of more than 3 people followed closely behind, relying on their legs to march quickly and maintain contact with the fast column.
However, this fast column was moving in a "people rest but vehicles don't" mode, sometimes engaging in firefights with Mutaguchi Ren'ya's rearguard troops, and sometimes trying its best to advance, and it had already reached its limit.
Bai Minghui shook his head:
"After a thousand-mile pursuit, all we need is this final blow. The Japanese are almost at Chittagong. According to intelligence, there's only one Assam Rifles regiment stationed there, and the rest of John's troops haven't arrived yet. What if we stop and let the Japanese escape?"
Shen Jianian was sweating profusely, "But, sir, the troops are exhausted. We can't force them like this any longer."
"It's difficult for us, but that old devil's army, Mutaguchi Ren'ya, will have an even harder time."
At this moment, Bai Minghui's heart was filled with inexplicable anger, which burned his chest like a flame, constantly reminding him why he had to persevere.
Those devilish memories seemed to reappear before my eyes...
In his hometown in Northeast China, Bai Minghui had witnessed the brutality of the Japanese invaders firsthand. Back then, he was just a young, naive, and newly-adult son of a wealthy family. His father had surrendered to the Japanese invaders and became a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Culture of the puppet state of Anzhou. He, along with a group of high-ranking officials' children, was taken on a tour by the Japanese invaders, who were trying to show their "friendship."
What did he see?
He never told anyone what happened that day, but he said he would never forget the scene he witnessed. After that day, he found an opportunity to escape and went south to join the army.
"These devils must pay!" Bai Minghui gritted his teeth, his inner rage making him even more resolute. He had vowed that no matter the cost, he would make the devils pay for what they had done. Today, he stood on this land, bearing the hatred of himself and his compatriots, to bring these criminals to justice.
He paused, staring at the gradually blurring horizon in the distance. His voice was low but full of power: "I order! All troops must speed up. The fast columns don't care about stragglers, the rear troops will catch them. The goal is clear: rush forward quickly and give the devils a good kick in the ass."
Bai Minghui's order was quickly spread throughout the entire army via radio. The soldiers did not hesitate at all. The same fire was burning in everyone's eyes - to fry the Japanese devils' buttocks.
Bai Minghui himself had not had a real rest for two consecutive days.
In the bumpy jeep, he could only close his eyes for a while in the intervals, his eyes full of bloodshot, and the fatigue and tiredness almost made him unable to hold on.
However, he knew that he had to persevere. For this battle, to completely defeat these devils, he could not stop.
Bai Minghui adjusted his military cap seriously, looked ahead with a burning gaze, and said in a low but firm voice: "Tell the brothers to hold on a little longer. After this battle, we will go home!"