Good thing, the Japanese command is finished." Stilwell fired up with an electric shock, his face flushed with excitement, and ordered loudly: "Order the troops to attack the entire line immediately, be fierce, be fierce, boldly intersperse and detour, and do not give the Japanese time and opportunity to adjust. The planes on standby at the airport take off immediately, and according to the ground instructions, quickly airdrop the personnel and ammunition in. The attack plane cooperates with the parachute troops to repel the Japanese counterattack."

"The Japanese are finished." Brigadier General Mir said with a smile: "The parachute troops have reached more than 600 now, and the Japanese army is estimated to have only 1,200 or 300 people in total. What are they going to fight back?"

"Miracle, it's a miracle," Stilwell murmured: "Six hundred feet, Mill, have you heard of the height of this skydiving? It's incredible."

Mill shook his head, "Actually, when Colonel Liu insisted on implementing the Bird Plan, we should have thought that they would create miracles. It's just that this miracle was created by the Chinese rather than by us Americans. It makes me feel a little regretful that adventure should be the character of our Americans."

"Adventurous without being reckless, passionate without being calm." Stilwell sat on the chair, "I'm afraid there will be no signs of the Rangers and Colonel Liu in the future war. How could Peanuts and Dai Li watch such an elite force lose in the battle with the Japanese?"

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"Boom, boom, boom..." The continuous explosions seemed to be heard in the ears of the Japanese commander Major General Susan Susanzang. The small battery-powered light bulbs flickered and the dust on his head fell down. The Japanese soldiers ran back and forth, burning documents, destroying equipment, and equipment.

A pile of fire was burning in the middle of the basement. Chief Yoshimura was still hesitating with a stack of documents in his hand. After a few seconds, he suggested to Major General Shui Guinzo: "Your Excellency! The basement is extremely strong. Should we hold on for a while? The troops outside are besieging the Chinese paratroopers."

"It's too late." Major General Sushang Yuanzang waved his hand powerlessly, "After ten days of bloody battle, are you still not sure how many war-capable soldiers are left in the Imperial Army? The center blossoms, attacks inside and outside. The Imperial Army that has lost its unified command..." At this point, he paused for a moment and sighed softly, "Burn!"

There were a few more explosions, and the air in the basement gradually became dirty. It seemed that the ventilation port was blown down.

Yoshimura threw the documents in his hand into the fire, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Major General Suicide seemed to have not heard of it, and reached out to take the small flank on the table. Wipe it with a handkerchief, and gently hummed the tune of his hometown.

In the sky, with the light of war, large tracts of parachutes in the air descended according to the rules of the ignition of the Rangers, and soldiers, weapons and ammunition were constantly replenishing in. Dozens of bombers and fighters hovered in the air, scattering and bombing at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing in.

"Tong, Tong, Tong..." The large-caliber bullets shot out of the plane violently ejected, piercing the Japanese army in the front row, causing a bloody flower to penetrate the body of the Japanese soldiers immediately afterwards. The crazy Japanese were knocked down in pieces like cutting wheat and bombed away, turning into cross-over and overlapping corpses. In order to save the command, the Japanese had to be exposed and were forced to fight against the enemies on the ground in the air.

The general attack of the Indian army gave the Japanese a fatal blow. Without unified command, the chaotic Japanese troops could only do their own things. Some resisted stubbornly and some led their troops to rescue the command center. During the day and night attack, the Japanese army's sharpness and physical strength had been exhausted, and now they were only supported by the bullshit Bushido spirit.

The situation of the war was irreversible. After receiving the orders of the siege troops from the ground, they fought bravely and surrounded the Japanese troops on their own battlefields. They were not in a hurry to eliminate these Japanese troops, but continued to rush forward and tried their best to meet with the various forces occupying the surface positions of the Japanese command.

The basement of the Japanese command center was filled with smoke, and the Japanese coughed twice from time to time. These guys knew that the doomsday had arrived, holding grenades and pistols, and were waiting sadly for their last moment.

"Boom, boom...", a few loud noises came from the iron gate in the basement. The Japanese in the basement were dizzy by the sound waves on the spot. The dust and garbage were stirred into the air by the air waves. The smell in the basement became even more choking and unpleasant.

A few minutes later, there were another loud noise, and the thick iron door swayed and fell to the ground. Before the dust and smoke had fallen to the ground, several balls of blazing flames and dense bullets poured in, with passionate shouts behind them.

"It's all over." Major General Sushang Shangshang Yuanzang used force on his hand, and the small flank cut into his stomach and blood flowed out, but he did not die immediately, so he had to use another painful force, and finally fell to the ground very ugly.

With the howling of ghosts and wolves, the explosion of grenades, the sound of pistols kept ringing, and the silence of a messy basement fell into silence again.

Outside, the Japanese, who had not known that the command center had been completely wiped out, were still rushing forward with all their might. The bombs and incendiary bombs in the air fell down like rain. One after another, one plane after another spitted out flames and dived, and then dived.

With a gunshot, Wu Ming's shoulders shook slightly, and most of the Japanese officer's head in the scope was lifted off, red and white splashed everywhere. The Japanese next to him stopped, and continued to rush forward like a walking corpse, with his eyes crazy and stagnant, which was a human-shaped machine.

"Dadada..." The machine gun in Tan Zheng's hand spewed out a long tongue of flames. He grinned and happily poured his hatred into every flying bullet. The airborne troops that were supplemented, whether in terms of firepower or number, could not be shaken by the small group of Japanese troops drawn in a hurry.

After a long period of torture, the Japanese were always tense. Now they were hit hard and lost their ability to think in a way. Facing the flames ahead, they still charged forward unconsciously like a group of pitiful and sad moths, rushing towards death.
Chapter completed!