The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 305 Chittagong Night

When it comes to thousand-mile mobile warfare, apart from anything else, at least Mutaguchi Renya has become very familiar with how to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The main force of John's army was mobilized by him and ran around everywhere. The Bai Minghui troops pursuing from the rear were delayed by John's authorities due to logistical problems, which actually gave the Japanese 15th Army a chance to attack the unguarded Chittagong.

That night, the sky of Chittagong was illuminated by smoke and flames, and the air was filled with the smell of coke and blood.

The Japanese soldiers who arrived in Chittagong set up mortars and grenade launchers without any hesitation and hastily carried out fire preparation.

"Is that all?" A Japanese infantry major looked at the artillery in front of him, frowned, and asked with a hint of confusion and doubt.

He wasn't questioning the firepower itself, but rather the source of the artillery.

After all, after a thousand-mile journey, the enemy's transport capacity had already been fully utilized by the looted property. The backs of livestock and people were full of gold, silver and treasures, leaving little capacity for heavy artillery.

Those heavy mountain guns and field guns were abandoned along the way after they ran out of ammunition.

Now, in addition to their own 90mm mortars and grenade launchers, the Japanese artillerymen have more mortars and 2-pound cannons captured from John's army.

"We don't have any heavy artillery anymore." The artillery captain next to him shrugged and picked up a 3-inch mortar shell produced by John. "Now we can only rely on these light artillery pieces, even though they are from John's army."

"Forget it, it's better than nothing."

However, despite this limited firepower, it was still enough to put the Assam Rifles stationed in Chittagong in a tough fight. The hail of mortar shells and the explosions of grenades thrown by grenade launchers were almost endless, and the defense line of Chittagong was gradually pushed back.

As time went on, the morale of the defenders gradually declined. Almost all the defense lines began to crumble. At this time, the elite troops of the Japanese 15th Army prepared to launch a final charge.

A group of Japanese soldiers took "assault tincture," a drug that made their nerves more excited and aroused, seemingly allowing them to forget pain and fatigue and continue to fight forward. White cloth strips were tied around their heads, indicating that they were ready for a desperate fight.

In their hands were nearly new Lee-Enfield rifles and Bren light machine guns that had only been thrown on the ground once, and their eyes revealed a fanatical desire to fight.

Although these weapons were discarded on the ground by Indian soldiers, they can still be put to good use after a simple cleaning. At least there is enough captured ammunition, right?

"Ready!" The Japanese captain leading the team blew the whistle in his mouth hard. The sound of the whistle echoed in the silent night sky like a horn of command.

Then, the captain raised his samurai sword, the blade flashing coldly in the moonlight. The moment he raised the samurai sword, an entire group of Japanese soldiers stood up, their rifles inserted with shining bayonets, and rushed towards the enemy line ahead.

"Charge!" the Japanese captain shouted loudly, announcing the beginning of a massacre.

Following the captain's command, the Japanese squadron rushed towards the Chittagong defense line like a ferocious beast. Guns extended, bayonets gleaming coldly in the darkness. Figures swiftly swept through the ruins, lunging towards the defenders' positions.

After taking the "Assault Tincture", the Japanese soldiers no longer had any thoughts of making tactical moves to dodge. They all rushed forward with their mouths wide open, saliva and tears streaming, and they just wanted to tear apart everything that stood in their way.

The Assam Rifles defenders in Chittagong no longer had much strength to resist at this time. The roar of mortars and machine gun fire had almost made them lose their will to fight.

Looking at these devils rushing towards them frantically, some Indian soldiers in the defending army began to waver, and some even started to retreat.

"Hold Steady!" A captain of the Assam Rifles shouted loudly in John language, trying to boost morale. His pale skin was particularly conspicuous in the firelight.

The water-cooled Vickers heavy machine guns on the position fired crazily, mowing down rows of charging Japanese soldiers. However, the Japanese soldiers behind seemed to be completely blind and continued to charge.

The clean water in the cooling water jackets of the heavy machine guns quickly overheated, and many machine gun teams had to suspend firing and replace the water tanks.

"Next batch, hayaku!"

The Japanese colonel in the rear, leaning on his saber, gave merciless orders, sending one Japanese squadron after another into the death trap of machine gun crossfire.

"The military god Nogi Maresuke lost 15,000 lives at Hill 203. We should also have this awareness."

In the rear, Mutaguchi Ren'ya held a telescope in his hand and spoke coldly with an expressionless face. None of the generals and officers around him felt that there was anything wrong.

You have a machine gun, and I have a skull.

Isn’t this the highest philosophy of the Japanese army since its establishment?

Finally, the Japanese soldiers rushed to the front line of defense, and the bayonets in their hands were like the claws of the devil in the dark, instantly cutting through the night sky.

With a scream, an Indian soldier in the trench was stabbed by a bayonet, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell down instantly.

If the soldiers of the Assam Rifles could barely fight the Japanese under the suppression of Officer John during the shootout phase, the bloody scene of bayonets drawing blood after entering the hand-to-hand combat phase directly crushed the nerves of these Indian soldiers.

The defense line of Chittagong finally collapsed under this fierce attack.

As one defender after another fell, more Japanese soldiers rushed into the trenches, and more and more Assam Rifles soldiers were forced into a desperate situation and even began to surrender.

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At the dock of Chittagong, the top leaders of the Japanese 15th Army were anxiously waiting for rescue.

As for the Japanese soldiers who had just launched the charge, they either died on the way or fell into a state of lethargy after the effect of the drugs wore off.

"General, our troops have taken control of the Chittagong port. The John people's ships have already left the port to hide in advance. Our soldiers have not seen or found any ships." A Japanese officer reported to Mutaguchi Ren'ya.

Mutaguchi Ren'ya's face turned pale instantly. He could understand that the ship did not arrive, but where was the promised submarine?

"Has our navy already abandoned us? Go, set up a radio station immediately and try to establish contact on the original frequency!"

Are the three submarines sent by the Navy Red Deer late?

Because the last time the submarine surfaced, Mutaguchi Ren'ya's troops were on the move and there was no time to set up a radio to establish contact, so Mutaguchi Ren'ya did not know exactly when the three submarines would arrive and could only hope to establish contact as soon as possible.

After all, the largest of them, the Kaida-5 Type 'cow submarine', is large enough to carry hundreds of tons of supplies and is Mutaguchi Ren'ya's greatest hope for returning to his homeland with the gold.

But what he didn't know was that with Zhang Chi's capture of Yangon, a team of PBY "Catalina" maritime anti-submarine patrol aircraft from the White Eagle Navy, which could take off from water, had entered the port of Yangon and began to carry out anti-submarine missions in the Andaman Sea and the East Sindhu Ocean.

After all, those three submarines never had the chance to come and take him back home.