Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

The rain over Pyinmana.

Finally stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the long-awaited sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting golden rays upon this land soaked in blood.

White steam began to rise from the muddy battlefield, mingling with the stench of gunpowder and decay, creating a nauseating smell.

But this could not diminish the joy of victory.

At present, a huge encirclement of the Japanese forces operating in Thailand and Burma has been completely formed.

If someone had Chu Yunfei's perspective, looking down from the air...

So, within a radius of tens of kilometers centered on Pyinmana, there were military badges representing the expeditionary force everywhere!

The Fifth Army, the newly formed Eleventh Army, the newly formed Twelfth Army, the newly formed Thirteenth Army, Zhang Lingfu's newly formed Twenty-ninth Division, and the newly formed Thirty-eighth Division under Sun Liren, which had just penetrated from the flank and completely blocked the last retreat route of the Japanese army.

An elite force with a total strength of over 150,000 men.

Like a series of impregnable walls, they held back the remaining less than 35,000 defeated Japanese soldiers in the Thai-Burma Area Army.

They were surrounded in layers upon layers within this small area.

These Japanese devils have no way to escape.

The final moments.

It's coming soon.

On a hillside where one could almost see a large battlefield in the distance, a temporary "observation platform" was quickly set up.

This refers to the forward command post.

It offers a wide field of vision.

It allowed them to have a clear view of the last defensive positions of the Japanese army.

Today, Chu Yunfei changed into a smart general's uniform, with several blue and white medals on his chest, which gleamed in the sunlight.

He personally stood in front of the "observation platform" to welcome a group of special guests.

Behind him were officers from the Fifth Theater Command who had come to Myanmar for relevant officer training.

At this moment, they may come from different factions.

But at this moment, when facing the British.

Everyone had sharp eyes and upright posture, and each of them exuded an aura of iron will.

He silently glanced at the Englishman.

"General Alexander, General Smith, welcome."

Chu Yunfei returned a somewhat perfunctory military salute to the two senior British generals with a polite but distant smile on his face.

If the British 1st Burma Division hadn't collapsed again.

If this battle hadn't turned out this way, it wouldn't have ended up like this.

Of course.

The collapse of the British and Burmese forces was to be expected.

Chu Yunfei knew clearly that the British army did not want them to make progress so quickly, and even less did they want the expeditionary force to establish a presence in Southeast Asia.

At Chu Yunfei's invitation, Harold Alexander, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the British Burma Command, and his Chief of Staff, Major General Smith, approached the "observation platform" with complex expressions.

Their uniforms were also impeccably tailored.

But compared to Chu Yunfei's high spirits, he looked rather disheveled.

Think back to the beginning.

They were full of contempt and arrogance towards the Chinese army, believing that these poorly equipped and unkempt Easterners were nothing more than cannon fodder.

But now.

It was this group of "cannon fodder" whom they looked down upon who won a glorious victory worthy of being recorded in the annals of world military history.

And their proud "Empire on which the sun never sets" army.

However, it collapsed under the first attack of the Japanese army.

This stark contrast made them feel utterly ashamed.

"General Chu."

Alexander's compliment carried a hint of awkwardness: "Congratulations, your troops have achieved a great victory."

"The general is overrated."

Chu Yunfei smiled noncommittally: "This is just the beginning."

Alexander the Great organized the Dunkirk evacuation, which changed the course of history.

From this perspective...

Alexander was capable, but compared to the poor quality of the British Burmese and British Indian armies, Alexander's talent could not be fully utilized.

The staff officer beside him led the British.

Together with the accompanying group of American military officers, they walked to the very front of the "observation platform".

Looking down from here.

The artillery positions of the expeditionary force have been deployed.

Nearly one hundred 105mm heavy artillery pieces and dozens of 150mm howitzers.

This was the entirety of the expeditionary force's resources, a "muscle" that Chu Yunfei deliberately displayed.

Those dark, gaping cannon muzzles, like a horde of steel behemoths, silently aimed at the last Japanese positions.

The engines of the tank units roared low and deep.

The infantrymen are checking their weapons.

Every soldier's face carried a calm and confident air, as if they were about to reap their harvest.

The entire battlefield.

All the officers and soldiers were like a fully drawn bow, ready to unleash a thunderous arrow at the command.

Major General Smith raised his binoculars and, looking at the expeditionary force's imposing military bearing and disciplined deployment, couldn't help but gasp.

He whispered to Alexander, "Harold, look at them. Is this the Chinese army we know?"

"Their organization, their equipment, and their morale were no less than those of the Germans we encountered in North Africa."

Alexander remained silent, his eyes behind the telescope filled with shock and a hint of fear.

He responded in a low voice, "Smith, we were wrong. We were wrong from the very beginning."

"We should not have any conflict of interest with them. This lion of the East has awakened. It is far wiser to be its friend than its enemy. We should express our views directly to Downing Street and stop letting those damned politicians dictate the course of the war. They have no idea what war is or what an army is!"

Smith nodded in deep agreement.

They see.

Not far away, Chu Yunfei was chatting and laughing with General Stilwell of the US Army, showing no signs of the tension before the big battle.

He's like a seasoned theater owner.

They were showing their VIP guests the grand finale of their show.

Chu Yunfei noticed the complicated looks in the eyes of the British. He turned his head and smiled at the crowd, saying, "Generals, please be patient."

A stage.

It's already set up.

The audience is now in their seats.

Now all we need to do is wait for the Flying Tigers, who carried out the attack order, to successfully return to base, and then the general offensive will begin immediately.
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Don Mueang Japanese Air Force Base, Thailand.

Inside the control tower, sirens blared mournfully, and red lights flashed wildly.

"Enemy planes! A large number of enemy planes are attacking! To our northwest!"

"Attack! All fighters scramble immediately to engage!"

However, it was too late.

At the airport, the Japanese Hayabusa and Zero fighters had just begun their takeoff run when the whistling of death echoed through the sky.

"Guys! Remember Pearl Harbor?"

"Today is the day we get our money back, with interest!"

General Claire Chennault, the commander of the Flying Tigers, personally piloted his aircraft.

The only P-51 Mustang fighter in the air force at present.

The first to charge into the battlefield.

This American general created the legend of the Flying Tigers.

After receiving the coordinates of the Japanese airfield from Chu Yunfei.

Without hesitation, they decided to repay the Japanese with an unprecedented massive air raid.

He wanted to bring this great battle to a perfect close, to avenge the loss of Pearl Harbor with the wreckage of Japanese planes and the flames of the airport.

For themselves and for the Flying Tigers, they left a significant mark on the history of aerial warfare. Of course.

All of this was actually out of gratitude for Stilwell and Chu Yunfei's appreciation of him.

If it weren't for Chu Yunfei's strong support and Stilwell's help...

How could he have jumped from a colonel to brigadier general and then to major general and commander of the Army Aviation Task Force in China in just a year and a half?
He now commands three "fighter squadrons" (Adam, Eve, and Panda).

A bomber squadron (Hells Angels).

With a total of 148 combat aircraft, it was not only a powerful and well-equipped force.

It completely exceeded his expectations.

"For world peace, for our Chinese allies, guys, attack!"

Just as Chennault finished speaking, the radio crackled with the word "copy".

"Sukabule~!"

"Hurrah!"

PS: I recall that 40 years later, some models of the Il-16 were equipped with radio equipment, which was directly adopted here.

Following closely behind the Americans.

Another equally large fleet of aircraft joined the battle.

Those were pilots from the Soviet Volunteer Air Force aiding China.

After waiting for more than ten days.

This aid force finally moved from North China to the Southeast Asian battlefield.

Ace pilots flying the latest fighter jets.

At this moment, like a northern eagle, they bravely pounce on their nemesis.

For a while.

The skies over Thailand.

It became a hunting ground for P-40 "Tomahawk" and Il-16 "Little Donkey".

The precise shooting of American pilots.

This formed a strange yet deadly complement to the Soviet pilots' fearless, "mad dog" dogfighting style.

The American and Soviet pilots seemed to be competing with each other.

It was like a lavish killing contest.

A Zero fighter that had just taken off was instantly turned into a fireball in mid-air by a barrage of fire from several P-40s.

A Falcon fighter jet attempted to climb but was pinned down from above.

The pilot could even see the Slavic face in the other cockpit filled with shouts of "Hurrah!"

The next second, his plane was torn to shreds by machine gun fire.

Not far above the ground.

B-25 Mitchell medium bomber formation (Hells Angels Squadron).

Like a calm executioner, they precisely unleashed tons of bombs on Japanese hangars, fuel depots, and runways.

Huge explosions erupted one after another, with flames shooting into the sky and thick black smoke billowing out.

The entire Donman base was turned into a burning hell.

"I just shot down three fighter jets, and I'll get a reward of $1,500!"

"Fuck! #!@#!@#!@#! Damn it, you stole my spoils!"

"Hurrah! Hurrah!"

It was fortunate that the Soviet pilots couldn't understand, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to comprehend why there was such a thing as a "bonus".

Chennault drove his Mustang, circling above the battlefield.

Looking down at the magnificent scene of destruction and listening to the excited cheers of the pilots on the radio, he understood that the turning point in the Far East battlefield had arrived.

And all of this began with that Chinese general who was far away in Pyinmana.

"Chu!"

Chennault murmured the name, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You've really given me a huge surprise."

He slowly raised his hand.

He glanced at his watch, then slowly gave the order: "You naughty boys, let's turn back!"

the other side.

time.

Second by second passed.

The atmosphere on the observation platform was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

at last.

After hearing the staff officer's whisper, Chu Yunfei looked down at his wristwatch, then swung his large hand down sharply: "It's time for the general offensive. I believe our air force has already accomplished its mission admirably."

He turned to the messenger behind him and gave the final order: "The general offensive begins!"

Twenty seconds later!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!"

As if in response to his voice.

In an instant, nearly two hundred cannons roared simultaneously!

The earth is trembling!
The dense barrage of shells, trailing long plumes of flame, pierced the sky.

Like a devastating meteor shower, it precisely covered the last Japanese positions.

The fortifications hastily constructed by the Japanese army.

It was easily torn apart like paper in the violent explosion.

Surviving Japanese soldiers.

Turned to dust in the storm of steel.

The artillery preparation lasted for a full forty-five minutes.

When the sound of gunfire finally stopped.

The Japanese positions had been reduced to scorched earth, and no living creatures could be seen through the binoculars.

"Dududu~!"

From the distant positions, the sharp sound of bugles rang out.

"kill--!!"

A deafening roar of battle cries erupted simultaneously from all directions!
The attacking troops surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

They launched a final assault on the Japanese positions, which had been ravaged by artillery fire.

The tank tracks of the U.S. Army armored brigade rolled over the scorched earth, followed closely by infantrymen of the newly formed 38th Division with bayonets fixed on their rifles.

These officers and soldiers under Sun Liren's command seemed to have a considerable fondness for the US military.

Chu Yunfei keenly noticed this.

This is likely related to Sun Li-ren's time spent studying in the United States and the history of the Tax Police Corps.

In this all-out offensive, they didn't even encounter any decent resistance.

Those Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the shelling.

They had already been so shocked that they were mentally broken and had lost all will to resist.

They either knelt down to surrender, huddled in shell craters trembling, or were killed by swarms of Chinese soldiers with bayonets.

This was an annihilation with no suspense whatsoever.

It was more like a grand military parade showcasing our strength to the world.

On the observation platform.

Everyone was shocked by the spectacular yet cruel scene before them.

Alexander's face turned pale. They had never imagined that the enemy they could not defeat would be so powerless when facing the main force of the expeditionary force.

This war was surprisingly overwhelming.

General Stilwell excitedly pumped his fists, repeatedly chanting, "Well done! Well done! This is real warfare!"

Chu Yunfei stood quietly, his face expressionless.

He looked at his army.

Like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, they completely overwhelmed the once invincible enemy.

There was no ecstatic joy of victory in his heart, only a cold calm.

Because he knew that this was far from over.

He wants to make his motherland great again.
The conquest of Siam was just the beginning.

This is the first clarion call for the Chinese nation to rise again from a century of decline and embark on a path of rejuvenation! (End of Chapter)