"No, it can't be so magical!"

After some thought, the old Japanese all shook their heads secretly.

Although they are unwilling to admit it, the cruel facts will not change because of subjective consciousness. That is, even if 50 divisions are transferred to Myanmar, I am afraid that they will be defeated!

Because Myanmar's terrain is mainly mountainous and plateau, it is either rolling mountains and ridges or densely vegetated jungle areas, there are not many areas where large-scale corps combat can be carried out.

Therefore, no matter how many troops are, it cannot be fully launched. Otherwise, the 500,000 elite troops of the Myanmar dispatched army would not be so cowardly. They will eventually be weakened under a series of attrition wars, but they will not be able to use their superior forces to launch a front-line crushing decisive battle.

And everyone knows more clearly that ten fingers will have a length, not to mention old troops and newly formed troops?

There will inevitably be a huge gap in strength. Even the 500,000 most elite people in front cannot handle it. So can the 500,000 people transferred later be able to handle it?

This is absolutely impossible!

"well!"

“Myanmar is really hopeless!”

"We're still defeated!"

Faced with Okamura's soul questioning, Kimura Hitaro and Anda's 23rd old devils all fell silent. Although they were still full of unwillingness and frustration, their obsession with rushing to revenge and turning the tables was greatly reduced.

Without those miscellaneous obsessions, everyone's minds gradually became clear.

At this time, Iida Yoshiro suddenly spoke, "His commander-in-chief, why can't we send troops to the south to ask for help to solve the urgent problem?"

"I'm afraid the Southern Expeditionary Army is powerless, right?"

Okamura Yasuji shook his head slightly when he heard this. Although there was no major war in the Southern Army, sporadic resistance was still emerging one after another, and there was no way to withdraw a large number of troops to come to Myanmar to rescue the ground.

In addition, Okamura Yasuji had some little calculations and conspiracy in his heart, because the Japanese Emperor and Tojo Kwan sent him to Myanmar to take charge of the overall situation at such a critical moment, which was a high hope for him, hoping that his ability to turn the tide and change the situation in Myanmar.

Otherwise, there would be no need to quickly transfer him from the position of commander of the North China Front Army to the Myanmar Expeditionary Army as commander-in-chief, and just send someone to come.

However, the situation is stronger than that of people, and the objective facts are cruel and cold. Okamura Yanji is just an ordinary person after all. He is not Yang Fan who is cheating. He can seize various fighter opportunities with various tricky angles, magnify his tiny chance of victory countless times, and constantly create miracles of war.

Just when Okamura Yasuji was worried, a burst of rapid steps came from outside the door, and soon a Japanese communications officer hurried into the conference room.

"His Excellency Commander-in-Chief, Chief of Staff! Just received a report from the 19th Army that the Chinese army set fire to the Bennong Mountains on a large scale!"

The Japanese correspondents consultant walked to Okamura Yasuji, stood still and said:

"At present, huge fires have begun in the north, west and south directions of the Bennong Mountains. Only the Salwen River in the east has not yet caught fire. The defense system carefully built by the 19th Army is being swallowed up by the fire."

"Nani?"

"Fire Attack? Did you really use fire attack?"

"Baga Road! The damn Chinese army is so shameless!"

"Butchman, tycoon, a group of murderers!"

"Baga! A group of despicable and insidious cowards, if they have the affair, they will fight head-on with the Imperial Army of the Great Sun Empire!"

Kimura Hitaro, Anda No. 23, Iida Shojiro and others all changed their expressions. The emotions that had just calmed down were ignited again in an instant, and they were all so angry that they were about to explode.

"It's over! It's over! The 19th Army is completely over!"

Okamura Yasuji closed his eyes in great pain.

In fact, he had already expected this result. It was not difficult to draw such a conclusion through intelligence analysis, but Okamura Yanji still had luck and fantasies in his heart.

Deep in Okamura Yasuji's heart, why don't he hope that the 19th Army can create miracles and persevere for a long time like the Eighth Route Army guerrillas?

However, the Chinese Tiger Army, the damn Chinese commander, was still as cruel and willful as ever. He ignored his personal reputation and actually ordered the mountain to be set on fire, and even a large number of Burmese indigenous residents were not spared!

The 19th Army was unable to escape the fate of destruction, and in the end they could only be eaten bit by bit under their noses!

"The damn Chinese butcher will definitely be judged by history in the future!"

Kimura Hitaro screamed with resentment, then sighed deeply, and said with a sad expression: "Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief is right. We must recognize the reality after all. To give up those unrealistic fantasies, we should indeed be committed to deploying Thai defense."

Gaomi Yang Mansion.

"Mainland Telegram, Myanmar."

When he received a telegram from Chen Ergou, Yang Fan was holding a family meeting at home, planning to explain some things to his family and return to Myanmar.

After more than ten days of coming out, it is time to go back to Myanmar to preside over the overall situation. There are dedicated people responsible for hosting all aspects of the matter there. Although Yang Fan does not need to do it himself, Yang still feels worried and uneasy when he is not present.

"Well, what should come is coming after all! Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? Who will do this evil person if I don't do it? Let future generations talk about the merits and demerits of eternal generations!"

After reading the telegram, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows lightly, and his thoughts couldn't help but floated to the distance.

Although this matter has a clear conscience, it is a big thing after all. The impact will be profound. It is unknown what the direction of public opinion in the future and how history will evaluate this matter.

Even if Yang Fan can confront the sky, the earth and the air, he cannot block the world's long mouth, let alone comments from later generations.

But a real man does something and does not do anything. This thing must be done and has to be done!

Because as the saying goes, "Only a thousand days of thieves are thieves, but not a thousand days of thieves." Yang Fan could not gather 200,000 or 300,000 troops to siege for a long time, and at the same time, he could not let the troops take huge risks and pay the price of major casualties to wipe out these fierce Japanese troops hiding in the jungle.

Therefore, Yang Fan must annihilate the 40,000 to 50,000 elite Japanese troops as soon as possible, and not let the cooked ducks fly away like this.

At the same time, Yang Fan also wanted those ungrateful natives to understand the truth of "Shunchang and Death" and let them know what the outcome would be like to cooperate with the Japanese invaders and fight against the Chinese army.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkey is just a very routine operation!

"Brother Fan, what happened? Can I take a look?"

Seeing Yang Fan wandering around the sky for a long time without saying anything, Wu Qian was immediately curious and worried.
Chapter completed!