"Haha, it's finally our turn to go on the field, hurry up, rush up and blow up all the damn warships!"

Seeing the Japanese destroyers and gunboats acting as transport ships on the distant river and still firing wildly, the submarine captain Luo Faren's heart instantly landed: Fortunately, the battle is not over yet, and his own fleet can still come in handy!

Otherwise, it would be a waste of work!

"Kill!"

"Don't make these dog days!"

The Hu Ben Navy seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and they all screamed with excitement, and all the ships started moving forward at full speed.

"Frigate Boat Squadron and Speedboat Squadron, don't be too hard first. Let our submarine team take the lead and kill the Japanese ships!"

After rushing forward for a short period, Luo Faren yelled loudly on the communication channel.

This is not because Luo Faren wants to steal the head, but because the escort boats and speedboats are small ships with displacement of less than 100 tons. The weapons are either small caliber naval guns or pure heavy machine guns, and they cannot cause fatal damage to the Japanese destroyers and gunboats.

On the other hand, the Japanese destroyers and gunboats have not weak firepower, and they have enough fatal damage to these small-tonnage ships of their fleet.

In this inland area with a wide river surface, the torpedo boats are invincible killing weapons. It is guaranteed to kill one and two, kill one and one pair!

"clear!"

"receive!"

The naval commanders of the escort boats and speedboats naturally understood the truth, and they all consciously slowed down, allowing the submarine brother to attack first.

"Baga! Where did the Great Japanese Empire Air Force go? Why didn't you come for reinforcements? Baga, if you wait any longer, the Imperial Army on the West Bank will really not be able to come back!"

Looking at the increasingly intense ground battles in the distance and the air raids that almost never stopped, Yoshiro Iida frowned and became more and more anxious.

An hour ago, Yoshijiro Iida was full of confidence and believed that although the Myanmar Expeditionary Army failed this time, it could only be considered a small defeat.

Because during the whole process, the Myanmar dispatched troops caused great casualties and weapons and materials to the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and once cut off the Yunnan-Burma Highway, causing serious supply difficulties in China...

Iida Yoshiro believes that the worst result at best is the collective 18th Army on the battlefield in northern Myanmar, and the three armies on the battlefield in southern Myanmar temporarily retreated to the east of the Xidang River to wait for a new opportunity to fight.

But now, Yoshiro Iida was shocked to find that the small river, which was only more than a hundred meters wide, had become a life-and-death trench, blocking the return of the imperial soldiers on the west bank.

If this situation lasts for another four or five hours, the Chinese armored cluster heading south from the northern Myanmar battlefield will arrive at the southern Myanmar battlefield. At that time, the 160,000 imperial imperial troops on the other side of the river will be unable to escape!

Haruki Isayama said with a dark face: "Commander, it's not that the Imperial Air Force did not come to support, but was intercepted by the Chinese Air Force. At present, the Imperial Air Force is already unable to take care of itself and is afraid that it will not be able to withdraw its troops to attack the Chinese bomber group."

"Baga!"

Iida Yoshiro is not a fool, how could he not know about this situation? The only hope now is the Japanese Air Force!

Iida Shojiro hopes that the Japanese Air Force can perform bravely and kill all sides. After quickly overturning the Chinese fighter fleet, helping the army to bombard the extremely annoying Chinese bombers as soon as possible, so that the engineers can focus on building enough floating bridges.

Iida Yoshiro was not very worried about the war on the West Bank. Instead, he hoped that the Chinese Expeditionary Force would have a more fierce attack because he was very confident in the position defense capabilities of the Imperial Imperial Army.

However, Yoshijiro Iida knew that the longer the time delayed, the more unfavorable it would be for them.

Not to mention the Chinese armored cluster that is rushing at full speed, the Chinese fighter aircraft cluster that is increasingly advantageous in the airspace above the battlefield is a huge threat.

Once the Japanese Air Force is wiped out, there is no need to wait for the Chinese armored cluster to rush to the battlefield, the Chinese fighter aircraft group will become a group of bloodthirsty killing machines, slaughtering Japanese ground forces one-sidedly!

Thinking of this terrible possibility, Yoshiro Iida was almost crying anxiously. He calculated it very much but missed the seemingly powerful Imperial Air Force that could not defeat the Chinese Tiger Air Force.

"Look at the commander, what is that? Haha, it must be the imperial navy to support us!"

Just as Iida Yoshiro and Iasyama Haruki were both frowning, a Japanese staff officer suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Nani? Haha, the Imperial Navy sent warships to support us again! Yosi, now the Imperial Imperial Army is saved!"

Iida Sujiro quickly looked for the sound and saw a small tonnage fleet sailing quickly at the far downstream estuary.

Without thinking too much, the old Japanese automatically thought of "his own people came to save the scene", because in the existing information, there were no naval ships in the combat sequence of the Chinese Expeditionary Force!

Iida Xiangjiro is now like a drowning person. Even if there is only a straw in front of him, he will hold it firmly. At this time, such a large group of ships came, he was naturally ecstatic.

In his opinion, this group of ships can not only provide very powerful fire support, but also become life-saving ships, greatly improving transportation capacity and helping the West Bank Imperial Army withdraw to Hedong.

At present, Yoshiro Iida has no other extravagant hopes, and only wants to save as many imperial troops as possible on the other side of the strait, and preserve their strength as much as possible to make a comeback.

But it is obvious that the old Japanese are too self-indulgent.

"Quick! Launch the torpedo immediately! Fuck me hard!"

"Damn it! I won't die for me!"

After rushing into the 2-kilometer range, before the Japanese ships who were busy transporting troops could react, eight submarines fired and fired a Type 95 torpedo one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The eight torpedoes were like eight swimming athletes, shaving rapidly rippling water marks on the river surface, and quickly advanced forward at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour.

Wait for a while, then eight torpedoes were shot out. As the Yangtze River was really pushing the waves forward, one wave higher than the other!

The 16 torpedoes came like the god of death, full of invincible solemn aura, and shaved a series of death marchs on the river.

"Nani? What is that? Is it the Imperial Navy submarine and naval fleet? Why have I never seen the more than a dozen small ships behind me?"

On a Japanese destroyer ferrying across the river, the Japanese captain Matsuura was idle for a moment and looked around. Suddenly, he found a naval fleet on the right river surface was coming at full speed, and he was stunned.

"Yes, I feel something is wrong, either! We haven't heard of the Imperial Navy sending reinforcements to help transport troops?"
Chapter completed!