The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Hundreds of soldiers from the independent regiment poured out of the amphibious tanks like a tide, following the tanks straight into the interior of the Japanese airport.

"This is Mallard No. 1. Lao Ma, your guard platoon is responsible for dealing with the Japanese planes on the runway and in the hangar. Burn them all for me." Zhang Chi's order sounded clearly on the radio.

"Hao Yi, take your men to clean up the airport buildings and let those Japanese pilots taste the fists of our army big brother."

Thanks to the existence of the system, Motorola walkie-talkies have now been distributed to the platoons in Zhang Chi's independent regiment.

This allowed him to command his infantrymen via radio even from inside his tank.

"Yes, we will make sure that not a single Japanese plane is shot down and that they will never be able to fly again."

After saying that, the guard platoon leader Ma Qiu handed the walkie-talkie microphone, which looked like a big mobile phone, to the platoon's communications soldier, and then went to gather the guard platoon who had just gotten off the car and were in chaos.

He spent a few minutes organizing the team, and then with a wave of his hand, he led the entire platoon out of the cover of the tanks, quickly rushed onto the runway, and rushed towards the hangar deep in the Japanese airport.

The elite guard platoon soldiers held M3 submachine guns and M1 carbines in their hands and carried simple incendiary bombs on their backs - they were Motov cocktails designed by Zhang Chi himself, made with a mixture of gasoline, alcohol and sugar in a cola glass bottle.

"Pay attention to cover!" The veteran Lu Daniu who was following Ma Qiu shouted loudly, his voice full of nervousness.

When they approached the hangar and were 200 meters away, Lu Daniu suddenly fell to the ground, quickly set up a Bren light machine gun on the ground, stared at the hangar in front of him, and kept the muzzle ready to aim at any target that might appear.

On the runway ahead, several Type 97 fighter planes that had been strafed by the 12.7mm heavy machine guns on the torpedo boats were emitting black smoke. Although they could hardly take off again, Zhang Chi's goal was to completely destroy them.

Ma Qiu and his commandos bent down and crouched low, almost touching the ground, while avoiding the sporadic shooting of the remaining Japanese devils and quickly approaching the plane.

Suddenly, several Japanese soldiers appeared from behind a damaged plane. They quickly set up their Type 99 rifles and fired towards the commandos in kneeling and lying positions using the plane as cover.

The 7.7x58mm Arisaka rounds hit the ground around the commandos, sending up clouds of dust and stone chips.

"There are Japanese soldiers, get down!" Ma Qiu shouted, picked up the M1A1 carbine, quickly and continuously pulled the trigger, and emptied the 10-round magazine in the direction of the Japanese soldiers.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang." Lu Daniu's Brun style also opened fire.

The commandos' dense automatic and semi-automatic firepower quickly suppressed a few Japanese soldiers who could only "pull the bolt".

Seeing this, the two soldiers quickly jumped up and rushed forward. After rolling to a burning wreckage, they used the wreckage and thick smoke as cover and each took out a grenade.

Then the two of them pulled the fuse and threw the grenade hard. It flew through the air and landed accurately near the Japanese.

"Boom! Boom!" After two explosions, several Japanese soldiers were either dead or injured, and their screams echoed in the flames.

"Charge!" Ma Qiu reloaded his carbine and rushed out of cover. He ran and fired, flames spurting out of the muzzle. The dense barrage of bullets pinned the remaining Japanese soldiers behind the wreckage of the plane.

"Don't give them a chance to breathe."

After Ma Qiu arrived at the wreckage of the plane, he shouted and fired continuously at the remaining Japanese soldiers who were still squirming, killing them all.

The remaining soldiers also stood up and sprinted towards the plane on the runway.

A soldier rushed to a Type 97 fighter plane. He quickly took out an incendiary bomb from his backpack, lit the cotton stuffed in the bottle with a lighter, and then smashed the incendiary bomb hard at the engine of the plane.

"It's on fire, be careful!"

The incendiary bomb hit the nose of the plane, the bottle broke, and the flammable liquid in the bottle quickly spread. When the flammable liquid came into contact with the ignited cotton, flames instantly jumped up.

Aviation duralumin burned rapidly under high temperatures, and the fuselage was quickly engulfed in flames.

"here you go!"

Ma Qiu shouted excitedly when he saw all the planes on the runway turned into torches.

Thinking of the battles in Shanghai, Xuzhou, Wuhan, and countless other battles in which these devils' planes continuously strafed and bombed the positions of the Qianguo army, causing heavy casualties among his comrades, Ma Qiu has always harbored great hatred for the devils' planes.

Now, watching these planes being burned, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"There are several more hangars to come, let's continue." He took the lead and led the guard platoon to continue advancing to the next hangar.

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On the other side, the Japanese reinforcements finally arrived.

The two Japanese squadrons that rushed back to provide support felt suffocated as soon as they stepped onto the battlefield, as if they had fallen into an elaborate death trap.

They faced not only the heavy machine gun fire from the torpedo boats roaring down the river and the constant mortar bombardment from the eastern hills, but also the soldiers of the independent regiment pouring out from behind the amphibious tanks.

These soldiers were like tigers descending from the mountains. While the Japanese were in a hurry and in chaos, they quickly occupied the high ground and bunkers in the airport and poured deadly bullets on the Japanese infantry.

Under the fierce firepower of the independent regiment, the lives of the Japanese soldiers were being quickly harvested.

"Baga, charge!" A Japanese captain's face turned pale as he desperately roared out orders, but the sound of artillery fire and successive explosions almost drowned out his words in the noise of the battlefield.

Now that the supreme commander, Aoya Daiki, has disappeared, several squadron leaders can only fight on their own, trying to eliminate the independent regiment troops in the airport and retake the airport.

Several signalmen hurriedly ran around, trying to act as "meat trumpets" to convey the squadron leader's orders, while more Japanese soldiers, holding rifles, hastily fired back at the independent regiment soldiers in the airport.

"Detour, detour!" The Japanese captain raised his saber and gave orders anxiously.

There was helplessness and anger in his voice as he tried to get the troops to bypass the airport from both flanks.

However, as soon as the order was issued, he heard continuous explosions ahead.

"Boom! Boom!" A dozen Japanese soldiers just tried to break into the airport, but they were blown to pieces and bloody in the continuous artillery fire. The scene suddenly became more chaotic.

Just when his eyes were about to burst with fear, four tanks rushed out from the thick smoke and launched a counterattack in his direction.

"Nani?"