It was mid-June, and on the Yangon battlefield, a week had passed since the general attack launched by the 88th Army, but the cruel street fighting continued.

The two main regiments of the Third Honor Division have taken over several streets in the North City District, and the Armored Brigade and the 200th Division have also controlled the West Gate and are gradually advancing inward.

However, the Fifty Division, which should have joined forces a few days ago, was stubbornly resisted in the east. The Japanese rushed straight into the rear through the tunnel, and the position they had originally captured was suddenly taken back by the enemy. The vanguard was shot and killed and injured on both sides.

Although the Japanese army was severely hit by poisonous gas bombs a week ago, their combat base was there, and the troops of tens of thousands of people could not be annihilated by annihilation.

Even tens of thousands of pigs are enough for the 88th Army soldiers to catch them for several days, let alone the Japanese who are desperate and desperate.

Through many circular fortification groups, the Japanese army used the support between the tunnels and buildings as a cover, making the attacking team difficult.

I don’t know why the Japanese like to dig holes so much. The bunkers and traffic lanes are as unpredictable as rabbit holes. The positions that are often taken during the day are taken back by the elusive Japanese army at night.

Large-scale street fighting is about the soldiers' fighting will and the close cooperation between the teams. There is not much difference between the two sides. The soldiers of the 88th Army have strong firepower and armored troops as their reliance. Facing the Japanese's firepower point, they are not afraid of the fierce battle.

But the Japanese are not vegetarians. Everyone knows that if they don’t fight desperately in this final decisive battle, they will be dead. Even if they use their lives to fight, they will have to withstand the front.

In the past few days, the Japanese have been attacking suicide one after another. They even put corpses on the ground, quietly waiting for the attacking team to approach, and then pulled the explosive packs on their bodies and rushed towards the crowd to die together.

This kind of behavior can always be killed by them, so that the soldiers behind them will shoot the corpses on the ground for another round to avoid "zombie fraud".

The Japanese will also put war defense guns at hidden spots at the corner of the street, covering the cannons with camouflage. When they see enemy infantry coming, they will not fire their guns, and will fire guns without hesitation when the armored vehicles or tanks arrive.

The front armor of the Sherman tank can completely withstand the attack of war defense artillery, but the side or track cannot block the 37mm armor-piercing projectile at close range.

Although it may not be scrapped after being shot, it is still highly likely that the crew members will suffer casualties or temporarily lose their ability to move, not to mention the thinner-armored infantry fighting chariots.

The tactical guidelines of the Armored Brigade soldiers stipulate that soldiers must maintain coordinated progress when fighting with armored vehicles or tank vehicles, and must not leave people or people.

Therefore, the Japanese army's bayonets on cannons would be subjected to a large amount of fire after firing. In an instant, all the gun crew members went to see Amaterasu.

But they felt that it was worth it to exchange a cannon for an armored vehicle or tank. At least the efficiency of changing one was much better than holding an explosive bag or holding a "Taijun Happy Stick" to attack the opponent's team of people, because the 88th Army soldiers who had been fooled several times would not let the Japanese get close to each other.

Street fighting...is worthy of being the most terrifying battlefield in the history of world wars. It is not an exaggeration to call a soldier's meat grinder. Even if there is a certain gap in strength between the enemy and us, it will be infinitely closer by this complex battlefield environment.

Faced with the Japanese's crazy resistance, the soldiers were not willing to be outdone. The front-line attacking troops used various powerful street fighting weapons such as white phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, fire-breathing armored vehicles, etc. to kill and injure the enemy's living forces.

In order to avoid excessive casualties between the troops, the earliest attacking teams such as the First Main Regiment of the Third Division and the Mobile Regiment of the 200th Division have been withdrawn and replaced with the new force.

But the number of casualties is still soaring, and wounded people are constantly being sent down from the front line, and the frontline field hospitals are crowded with people.

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"Ahhh!"

"Ah...it hurts so much!"

There were constant noises and the hospital was filled with wounded people waiting for rescue. The medical staff were so busy that their feet were about to fly.

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Give…"

"Prepare to suture, add two more bags of plasma!"

In a certain operating room, a tall doctor was undergoing surgery in an orderly manner. Compared with his figure of 1.9 meters, the other assistants seemed a little dependent.

Sweat fell down the golden silk glasses, and the assistant kept wiping him with a towel, but it did not affect his actions at all.

This person is Li Lei, the director of the Suijun Field Hospital. Even though he is in a high position, he insists on treating the wounded on the front line. His superb surgical skills have saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers since he entered Myanmar.

"Get out of the way!"

"Doctor, hurry up! Save our sir!"

At this time, a group of blood-covered soldiers rushed into the hospital courtyard.

They were also carrying a stretcher, and the man was already covered in blood and blood. His left arm was seriously burned. His blackened face could not see clearly. There were almost few parts on his body that were good.

The pain made his face twist and his teeth twitched constantly. If it were to be replaced by ordinary people, they would have fainted after a long time of pain.

The lieutenant in the lead grabbed a young doctor passing by and said anxiously: "Doctor! Save our company commander!"

The young doctor had to stop and bend down and check it carefully. The injured man was seriously injured.

The most fatal thing was that his left thigh was blown off, and the remaining charred flesh and blood stuck together with the broken fabric on his pants. Only with a tightened tourniquet could he barely stop the gushing blood...

Normally, he might have died long ago, perhaps because of his tenacious vitality and willpower, which allowed him to survive to the hospital.

"No, I was injured too seriously and I was helpless. Please treat it as a Class C wounded person. Come on, come here and give him a shot of morphine first..."

The young doctor shook his head. He saw this situation many times and basically could not be saved. Even if he was sent to the operating room, he would have a high probability of not being able to get off the operating table.

Not only is it wasted medicines and manpower, it also affects the treatment of other wounded people, so generally speaking, it will not be given priority.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with the young doctor's approach, but the leading lieutenant was anxious on the spot.

He hugged the doctor's neck, took out his pistol and pressed it on the other party's chin, shouting: "What the hell are you talking about! Isn't you going to save me if I don't save you? If our company commander can't save you, I'll be the first to kill you!"

The soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield were all murderous intent and were hard to get close to. The young doctor had never seen this scene before. He was so scared that his face turned pale and could not speak, and he was carried like a chicken.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down!"

When the lieutenant heard someone scolding him, he turned his head.
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