The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine.

Chapter 1440 Containment
When the shells fell to the ground, there was certainly no flames and smoke as in movies and TV dramas. It just created some small holes, raised a lot of dust, and killed a few Japanese soldiers who were at close range.

Dozens of artillery shells were fired, but only a few Japanese soldiers were killed. Not all of them were even killed, and some were injured.

The main problem is that the explosion range is not enough and the bombing density is not enough.

Amid the flying sand and gravel, the Japanese soldiers guarding the warehouse reacted quickly, and officers rushed out in panic, shouting loudly. The lower-level officers organized everyone to find shelter and avoid the attack.

This warehouse is located on a relatively open flat ground. Perhaps for fire prevention reasons, the surrounding trees are several dozen meters away from the warehouse.

It was these dozens of meters that blocked the soldiers of the Sichuan Army.

The Japanese army hid behind the walls of the warehouse and on top of the blockhouse. Wang Yan led his men to surround the warehouse from all sides and shoot at each other at a distance of dozens of meters.

"Wang, I have to say, if that's the case, unless the Japanese army's ammunition is used up, they won't be able to capture this warehouse even if they fight for a month."

John said it sounded nice, saying that he was a qualified soldier. However, when the battle really started, he followed Thompson and stayed by Wang Yan's side.

Wang Yan shook his head: "Didn't you notice that there is no machine gunner left on the bunker?"

Seeing where Wang Yan was pointing, he saw a blockhouse in the southeast corner of the warehouse. When the battle started, the machine guns on it were still spewing flames, but now, after only a few minutes, there was no one there.

John's eyes widened in surprise: "Wang, your soldiers are all sharpshooters."

"Shooting also requires talent. Bullets can achieve accuracy within a certain range, but not ultimate precision." Wang Yan said with a smile, "It's because my brothers, the sharpshooters, are evenly distributed, and their marksmanship is generally good, that we can achieve this. My brothers are all elites who have become elites through fighting."

Of the more than 3,000 brothers, except for the defeated soldiers who were later drawn in by Wang Yan, as well as the Burmese and Thais, the rest were basically those who had followed him through hundreds of battles. Whether it was the majority against the minority or the minority against the majority, they all participated, and also accepted Wang Yan's brainwashing for a long time, and conveyed his combat experience.

For areas with dense firepower, Wang Yan always supports concentrated fire attacks. The blockhouse is not a bunker, it is not made of reinforced concrete, just leave a firing hole. In this case, concentrated fire attacks are very efficient, and one wave can destroy that place.

At the same time, Wang Yan never asked his brothers to shoot fast, just shoot slowly, one shot at a time.

After such long-term cooperation, the brothers below have developed a tacit understanding. It is not that you shoot here and he shoots there, but often three or two people work together to do one thing.

As for the other Japanese troops who were not taken care of, the role of the machine gunner was demonstrated. They fired directly in bursts, a few shots here and a few shots there. The large-caliber bullets of the machine gun swept over, and the Japanese devils did not dare to show their heads for at least three seconds.

More than a thousand people surrounded and fought like this, and it didn't take long before the Japanese troops were beaten so hard that they dared not come out.

As he was speaking, Wang Yan saw the officer in the warehouse show his head. He was on a small hill and had the advantage of a high position.

He immediately raised the sniper rifle in his hand, took aim, and fired a shot, and the officer fell to the ground.

John saw this scene, but before he could brag, Wang Yan fired four shots in rapid succession, and four people around the officer fell down.

Wang Yan turned his head and raised an eyebrow at John, then he loaded the bullets and shouted loudly: "Bugler!"

"Yes!" A young man who had been waiting behind him for half a day excitedly picked up the trumpet that had been prepared long ago and started to blow it.

So the soldiers hiding behind the trees below heard the noise and sent two or three people to each location, running as fast as they could. The soldiers behind them spared no ammunition, and even if there were no Japanese troops, they still suppressed them with intensive firepower, causing the wall to fly all over the place.

The distance of dozens of meters was passed in the blink of an eye. The soldiers who rushed to the warehouse took out the grenades from their bodies and threw them into the wall without saying a word.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the jungle behind rushed forward quickly and began to tentatively attack the warehouse.

The battle had only begun for ten minutes. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army cooperated well and smoothly, marching in a measured manner and advancing and retreating freely.

Wang Yan ignored John and the autistic Thompson on the other side, and used the advantage of his high position and his sharpshooter's precise shooting skills to provide support to the soldiers below.

He is now the head of the regiment, and he is no longer required to lead the charge in close combat. However, he has incredible marksmanship, so he cannot waste it, and he still has to fight.

His precise killing and calling of numbers are comparable to those of a heavy machine gun, and he can kill anyone who shows up in an instant.

If he kills one more person, perhaps several of his brothers will die less.

Suddenly, the gunfire rang out, and the brothers below quickly broke into the warehouse. When one side broke through, the Japanese troops on the other three sides naturally panicked. Once they panicked, the result was that all four sides were breached, which also marked the end of the battle in victory.

Unless there are ten Wang Yans in the Japanese army, even if Wang Yan resists personally in such a cramped place and a warehouse with very little space to move around, he will be riddled with bullets.

Wang Yan lit a cigarette and led his men down the hill. When he arrived at the warehouse, the gunshots had disappeared.

"Brother, this is the Japanese major. The lieutenant colonel asked you to kill him." Milong pointed at a Japanese soldier kneeling on the ground.

"I thought you were going to chop someone up again."

"What you said means that we have to make progress as well. It's better to catch him alive. You know bird language and ghost talk. If you interrogate this little devil, we won't be completely in the dark."

"What do you mean by understanding bird language and ghost talk?" Wang Yan kicked him with amusement, and then said, "But what you said is indeed correct, and the progress is still obvious."

Milong does not have the ability to lead the troops in battle alone. He is only suitable for executing orders, and he lacks spirituality when executing. However, he has one good point, which is that he is reckless and efficient in execution. He does whatever Wang Yan asks him to do, so Milong becomes the captain of the guard company.

However, Milong still called them "brothers". Among more than 3,000 brothers, only he, Wang Yan, and Li Wula, who is still alive, are from Northeast China. They were the first to know each other and have a close relationship. Milong thought that this would make him special. When Ayi, who he looked down upon, made rapid progress and became the battalion commander, he felt that he needed to prove something, otherwise how could he gain a foothold among more than 3,000 brothers?

Wang Yan did not rush to interrogate him, but took a look at the things in the warehouse. This was a logistics supply point, with fuel, food, and ammunition, of which fuel and food were the most.

Fuel was of no use to them, but food did solve their immediate problem, at least allowing everyone to have full meals for a few days.

The foreign devils' telegraph operator was asked to pass on the news that they were nearby and the war had already begun. Wang Yan interrogated several Japanese.

So far, no one has been able to survive Wang Yan's hands, and even if the same method was used on himself, Wang Yan doubted that he could survive. The Japanese were no exception. Their performance was still the most vulgar in Wang Yan's interrogation records. He didn't have to spend any effort at all, and they confessed everything they knew and heard.

From this, Wang Yan also roughly understood the situation on the battlefield here. More than 30,000 troops were beating the Allied forces. Of course, the main force here was the British Army, and various armored brigades, motorcycle regiments, etc. were beaten back by the Japanese Army, unable to advance, and could only retreat and defend.

Of course, this does not mean that the British army is weak. In fact, the Japanese army has deployed more troops here than all the troops combined. The advantage in manpower here, coupled with the Japanese army's proper command strategy, is the reason why the Japanese army almost pushed forward in Burma.

The British army was unable to hold on alone. When the Japanese army attacked in the early days, they did not allow the expeditionary force to join the battle. As a result, they were badly beaten. They were also beaten badly by art students on their own. It was the darkest moment of the war. That's why Wang Yan and others went to Burma to fight.

Wang Yan's troops were the anomaly on the Burmese battlefield. The casualties they inflicted on the Japanese army were not much less than those of all other troops combined...

"Your Majesty, are we going to join the allied forces?"

Seeing Wang Yan sitting on a stool with a captured officer who had just been beheaded at his feet, Wang Yan was stepping on the soldier's head and rubbing it back and forth with one foot. John was frightened by Wang Yan's cruelty and remained cautiously humble.

Wang Yan was looking through the map, studying the next course of action based on the intelligence he had reviewed.

Without even looking up, he responded, "John, you are a professional soldier, and an officer. Tell me, on the battlefield, who is the fuel for? We only have two legs made of flesh and blood. We can't let our flesh and blood bodies crash into tanks and armored vehicles, can we?"

Regardless of John's awkward smile, he waved his hand and said, "Just wait. It will take at least a month, at most three months. If your compatriots are not useless, then it will be about the same. Go ahead, don't affect my thinking and judgment. This is related to whether you can meet your compatriots smoothly."

After a while, there was a rumble of artillery fire in the south, and Wang Yan ordered everyone to pack up and prepare to leave. At the same time, he sent someone to tell Long Wenjian to lead his men back.

Within ten minutes, a signalman came to report that the Japanese armored forces were approaching and the second and third battalions were retreating.

Wang Yan immediately led the team into the mountains and met up with Fanla and Ayi who had run in.

"Prince, run, run! The Japanese are really getting angry and have even sent out tanks. I estimate that as soon as we started, the people in the warehouse reported the situation and they immediately thought of us. If we don't leave now, we brothers will be surrounded!"

"Yes, Lord Wang, the Japanese are crazy and are chasing us for their lives. Look, when we entered the forest before, they dared not follow us? Now they are chasing us and killing us!" Ayi also shouted loudly and ran away quickly.

Wang Yan shook his head: "Why are you panicking? I didn't have anyone cut the telephone lines before the fight, I deliberately let them pass the message. Otherwise, how would they know we were coming? How would they make various maneuvers? If they don't mobilize, how can we find their weaknesses? To fight, we have to move and make things chaotic, so that we can kill the devils happily and treat them like dogs for a walk.

Tell the brothers not to panic and lead the team well. Both of you battalion commanders are scared out of your wits, do you still expect the brothers to be able to fight? We can't defeat the tanks, but we can't defeat their people. Retreat along the way and lure them in. I'm leading my men back and attacking them by surprise."

The brothers of the Sichuan Army were all good at jungle warfare, mainly because they followed Wang Yan and had been fighting jungle warfare from the beginning to now. They were very familiar with all kinds of traps and booby traps.

As we retreated, the Japanese soldiers chasing us started to fall into our trap.

After they climbed over a small hill and avoided direct artillery fire, the Japanese soldiers who followed in were in an even more miserable situation, because Wang Yan stopped running and began various ambushes.

Within twenty minutes, Long Wenjian arrived and very sensibly surrounded them from behind, ending the battle instantly.

After hastily cleaning up the battlefield, Wang Yan led his team directly southward.

"Prince, you must have taken the wrong route, didn't you?" Fanla asked curiously, "The Japanese tanks and artillery were coming from the south..."

"Speak? Why don't you say anything?" Wang Yan looked at him with a smile.

"What if the Japanese over there are still heavily guarded?" Ayi asked.

"Dead!"

Hearing Wang Yan's greeting, Long Wenjian ran over: "Lord Wang?"

"Tell Captain Lin why we are heading south and how to deal with a heavy force if we encounter one."

"If you want to be weak, you should make it strong. If you want to be strong, you should make it weak. We have 4,000 troops. How many troops are considered heavy troops? How many troops are needed to completely trap us? The Japanese have only 30,000 or 40,000 troops here. Even if we count the logistics, there are less than 60,000 dead. There are so many troops everywhere. Where can we not run?

We will just charge straight into the Japanese headquarters, even if there are more casualties, it is definitely not a hopeless situation. The prince is here, he is a god from heaven, we will definitely not have too many casualties. Walking the dog can also kill the Japanese.

Our current mission is not to engage in battle, but to contain them. The more Japanese we mobilize, the greater our victory will be. There are also foreign troops in the west. They are armored brigades with tanks and artillery. Their heavy machine guns are deadly and much better than our weapons."

Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction and patted Ayi on the shoulder: "Ayi, you still need to practice. Think about it more when you have nothing to do. Various factors cannot be ignored. Even the brothers' poop and pee must be taken into consideration."

He was not lying to Ayi. Thousands of people had been following him for several months, fighting, marching, fighting, marching, constantly tossing and turning, exposed to the sun, rain, wind, and not eating or sleeping well, but there was no large-scale illness or mental breakdown. Instead, they all cried out in pain when fighting.

Could it be that simple?
It's all thanks to Wang's ability as a commander...

I would like to thank the good brothers who give rewards, vote for monthly tickets, recommend tickets, and read books silently for their strong support!