latelenovela Chapter 285: Looking at your shameful appearance, are you an army idiot?
Chapter 285: Looking at your shameful appearance, are you an army idiot?
The Zero fighters in the sky kept falling into the sea, and the Japanese soldiers in Yangon Port who didn't have time to board the ship all opened their mouths wide.
On the sea, the Abukuma light cruiser, the Kasuga, Satsuki, Fubuki and other Japanese warships were all sent to the deep sea to make a nest.
The explosion when the battleship sank was deafening, and the flames lit up half the sky red, like a doomsday carnival.
"Woo--Woo--"
Sharp whistles pierced the air, and countless PT torpedo boats and anti-submarine boats rushed into the Andaman Sea from the Irrawaddy River like beasts out of their cages.
The security army soldiers on the boat shouted slogans and cheered, victory was within reach.
Inside the key coastal defense fortress that was supposed to guard the estuary, a group of Japanese soldiers walked out with their hands raised and heads hung low.
"Those high-ranking guys, who usually act like decent people, are now running away and leaving us here to die! What kind of thing is this?"
A Japanese soldier in the queue couldn't help but curse under his breath, but before he could finish his words, his companion grabbed him and said, "Stop talking, it's no use talking anymore."
"Hurry up, don't dawdle."
The security army soldiers who escorted them scolded them coldly, and hit the devils on the buttocks with the butts of their guns or leather boots from time to time.
But even so, the Japanese soldiers just lowered their heads and did not dare to resist.
After all, there is nothing more demoralizing than witnessing your own fleet and all your planes being shot down by the enemy.
If there was any, it was that high-ranking officers such as Kimura Heitaro, who claimed that they would live and die with Rangoon, secretly ran onto a transport ship to escape, leaving only these grassroots Japanese soldiers to hold on in the bunkers.
Although the Japanese had a tradition of resisting stubbornly and refusing to surrender, when the last troops of the Pegu Front were staging a "Saigon Evacuation 2.0", the Japanese soldiers' former spirit was completely destroyed.
The officers boarded a naval battleship, eating curry and rice and drinking rice wine.
These soldiers stayed in the bunker and were shot by the Security Army. This happened so often that even the most stubborn Japanese soldiers had no willpower to resist.
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More than ten minutes ago, the Japanese squadron leader leading the team in the coastal defense fortress gathered the remaining Japanese soldiers in the main fortress.
He first asked loudly:
"Gentlemen, now that things have come to this, those who wish to surrender please raise your hands."
The dozens of remaining Japanese soldiers looked at each other, and no one dared to speak or make any other moves.
Most of them are recruits who have re-enlisted in the army from the local area. Most of them are middle-aged office workers over 40 years old, who have families and careers and do not want to be loyal.
But they didn't dare to surrender easily. What if they were killed by the squadron leader?
Seeing no one responding, the Japanese squadron leader shouted again:
"Well, since you all want to be loyal to Tiannao Heika, come forward and receive the grenades. We'll each take one, pull the string, and press it against our chests. In a few seconds, we'll be able to see Kudanzaka!"
When the remaining Japanese soldiers heard this, no one took any action or spoke a word.
At this point, the Japanese squadron leader still understood the true thoughts of the Japanese soldiers.
So these last few dozen Japanese soldiers surrendered without firing a shot, and handed over the strategically located coastal defense fortress near the sea outlet.
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"I never thought that these devils would have such a day." A young soldier of the Security Army couldn't help but mutter, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Yeah, weren't you devils very arrogant? Be even more arrogant?" Another soldier threatened the devils with a submachine gun, staring at them viciously, as if he was ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"Shut up, stop talking nonsense, and continue escorting." Their squad leader stopped them, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
The An Min Army quickly and successfully occupied Yangon. This important coastal town that once belonged to the Japanese army was now full of An Min Army flags.
At the same time, those senior Japanese officers who tried to escape by boat could not escape this nightmare.
A small number of officers who jumped off the boat to escape, such as Army Colonel Yosuke Futagawa, drowned in the sea, but most of them eventually swam ashore and surrendered obediently.
After all, if they had the courage to fight to the death, they would not have fled into the depths of the rainforest.
In the end, this group of junior officers still obediently entered the prisoner-of-war camp.
As for general officers such as Kimura Heitaro, the transport ship Nara Maru they were on was forced back to the port of Yangon by the surrounding PT torpedo boats and fighter planes flying in the sky.
A few sailors on the ship tried to open the sea valve, hoping to sink with the transport ship.
However, it was forcibly stopped by high-ranking officials such as Kimura Heitaro.
"Are you crazy!?" In the engine room, Heitaro Kimura, who rushed over after hearing the news, roared angrily.
The young Japanese Navy lieutenant leading the team was not afraid of the army general in front of him. He stood up and refuted: "But sir, we must not let the ship fall into enemy hands! This is a soldier's honor--"
"Shut up!" Kimura interrupted with a stern look on his face. "Can honor be exchanged for life? The most important thing for us now is to survive! Stop your soldiers immediately!"
For fat guys like Kimura Heitaro, they must never fight to their death.
After all, if you want to make money, you can't work yourself to death. How can you make money if you work yourself to death?
Normally, they commanded the Japanese soldiers to die, but now these high-ranking officials themselves are still on the Nara Maru. If they anger the Anmin Army, they will be attacked by torpedoes and bombs, and these fat-headed and big-eared officials will really have to "die with honor".
How can this be done?
"Never!" shouted the spirited ensign.
After all, the characteristic of the Etajima Naval Academy is that if you speak too quietly, they won’t hear you!
Seeing that the navy man in front of him was unmoved, Heitaro Kimura hid behind his guards again and made a beheading gesture.
"boom!"
A chaotic gunfight began.
At Kimura's instruction, his guards and sailors started a chaotic infighting and fighting.
The sounds of gunfire from the Turtle Box, Type 38 rifle, and Type 99 rifle rang out continuously in the cabin, and blood splattered all over the deck.
In the end, it was the elite guards under Kimura Heita who were more powerful and took control of the situation, ordering the Nara Maru to turn around and return to the port of Yangon.
"Sir, wouldn't surrendering like this be too humiliating for the Locust Army..." a staff officer asked cautiously.
"Beat your fucking head!" Kimura glanced at him coldly, "Idiot! Surrender is only temporary. As long as we survive, there will always be a chance to make a comeback. Remember, only the dead are the real losers!"
When the Nara Maru slowly stopped at the port, the Japanese soldiers and officers on the ship walked down the gangway one after another, raised their hands with pale faces, and accepted the prisoner inspection of the Anmin Army.
Looking at these fat-bodied high-ranking officers in neat uniforms, a security corps commander in charge on the scene couldn't help but grin, "It's been a long time since I've seen such clean prisoners."