As they climbed to the shore in the dark, they could hear the roar of the engines of the planes and the searchlights of Sittwe flickering in the distance, but there were very few anti-aircraft shells shooting into the sky. It seems that there will be no big resistance, but time is still a question.

There are very few radio batteries, but they still have to contact Chu Tingchang. Sure enough, Captain Chu gave them a new task, asking them to rest in place while waiting for a cicada tank force, and after converging, they would take them back to the port to ensure that the port would not be rearranged by the enemy*. Xu Chong's execution of the task is never rigid. He found out from the map that the tanks were going to cross a Japanese-controlled bridge 15 kilometers away. Chu Tingchang's original idea was to take advantage of the cicada's softer sound and faster speed to rush across the bridge in one fell swoop. Of course, he also took into account that Xu Chong was sleepy and lacked, and it was unrealistic to seize the bridge.

For Xu Chong, the plan was feasible, but it was not safe enough, and he felt that his group could still march 15 kilometers in one hour after three days of almost sleepless fighting, and then go into battle to capture the bridge first.

The first wave of 45 British and American bombers flew over Sittwe, and the group had a hard time finding ground targets on a completely moonless night. But General Maudin's troops, who had just taken over Sittwe, had no concept of light control (both the Japanese commander and General Maudin himself were killed), and his troops rallied around the city with torches to gain momentum. So the bombers easily found Sittwe, and then began to drop bombs at will, * most of them landed in Sittwe city, the Japanese did not kill a few, and many local armed and civilian people were killed. At the same time, Chu Tingchang's advance troops began to light a fire on the flat grass in the north of Sittwe, indicating the airdrop position for the airborne troops, there are many mountains, rivers, and forests nearby, which are actually not suitable for airborne, but it is imperative to seize the port, and can only let the paratroopers do it.

At the same time, troop carriers are already at sea, and if the port cannot be captured, they can only force a landing in small boats, and heavy weapons will not be allowed to go ashore for a month.

Chu had expected today's joint offensive to be a mess, the plan was too hasty, and both Stilwell and Zink had stuffed some radical parts. The problem they overlooked was that most of the soldiers were inexperienced and did not have time to rehearse for small-scale attacks, and in fact many soldiers of the 5th Army came from Yunnan-Guichuan and had never been on a sea ship.

Chu Banxian's prediction really came true, at this moment, the soldiers on the ship were vomiting all kinds of meat and vegetables, and it was difficult for them to transfer to a small boat to land and fight a tough battle.

The airborne troops flew over Sittwe, and about 500 paratroopers began to jump down in the dark. They jumped behind the Japanese troops blocking Chu Tingchang's troops, the closest to the port. To prevent confusion, the airborne did not join gliders and cicada tanks.

But the chaos still came as scheduled, the plane threw the paratroopers too high, and the unexpected Indian Ocean monsoon blew the paratroopers everywhere, some fell directly into Sittwe, and some fell into the sea. After landing, the formation of the troops was completely disorganized, the troops could not find officers, the officers could not find the troops, and many people lost their weapons. And the Myanmar Independence Army, which is outnumbered, has spontaneously organized itself and begun to fight back.

Finally, two hours after landing, a team of about 120 people began to attack the port, which was enough time for the Japanese to blow up the port dozens of times if it weren't for Xu Chong's destruction of the port*.

This team of hundreds of men fought their way through the hordes of the Burmese Independence Army and reached the outskirts of the port in the middle of the night, but was blocked by the teaching regiment of the Arakan Burmese Army, which was a model unit of Maudin, completely equipped and trained according to the size of the Japanese army, and even had artillery, and the combat effectiveness was so strong that the paratroopers could not continue to advance. At this time, the Japanese sappers were busy preparing for the blasting in the harbor, but the thorny problem was that it was not enough, and they had to wait for the delivery from the city.

Dozens of kilometers away, Chu Tingchang's troops attacked relatively much more organized, and his main force repelled the resistance of the Japanese 35th Division all the way, and the enemy did not intend to fight to the death, but retreated all the way, destroying the road all the way. But Chu Tingchang had already prepared, and his Lanxiang troops began to use bulldozers welded with armor and sandbags, braving the rain of bullets to open the way. The Japanese lacked heavy weapons to destroy these vehicles, and could only mobilize troops to intercept them from other secondary directions where the Chinese army had not attacked, but this was exactly what Chu Ting's arms were, and his six Cicada tanks quietly broke through the enemy's weak flanks and drove straight in. Their mission was to cross a Japanese bridge and kill directly to the port of Sittwe, where they would help the paratroopers already there expel the enemy from the port.

Six tanks rushed through several weakly defended Japanese passes and attacked the bridge, all fearing that the Japanese would blow up the bridge ahead of time. However, when there were still 5 kilometers away from the bridge, the command vehicle received a communication from the higher authorities that the bridge had been mostly seized by his own people, and the task was changed to pick up his own people at the bridgehead, and they led the way to the port.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the bridgehead, I saw that the bridgehead bunker had been lifted off, and there were dead Japanese soldiers lying inside, and one * was thrown on the ground, and they had just been attacked by a group of troops who were also wearing Japanese uniforms.

The tank group paused for a short time, picked up Xu Chong and a dozen soldiers, and fought all the way back to Sittwe Port. Xu Chong could tell from the chaotic gunfire in front of him that the paratroopers were being thrown everywhere, and they were fighting on their own.

He instructed the tank to bypass these chaotic places and approach the target from other routes, and he did not want to pass through the area where there were other paratroopers in his Japanese uniform. Without his help, the tanks would have either become entangled in the enemy along the road, lost in the wilderness, and perhaps accidentally wounded by their own paratroopers (who carried bazookas could have been more dangerous than the Japanese).

Tanks are rampage in the dark night, Xu Chong has been operating in this area in recent days, he knows the terrain well, and at the same time he is also very clear about the performance of these ultralight tanks, and he leads the tanks on forest paths that are not easy to bump into the enemy. Of course, there are too many soldiers and horses in Myanmar's independence army, and it is inevitable that they will encounter. Usually they just rushed straight over, and the Independence Army probably knew that the enemy did not have tanks, so they were not suspicious.

Within an hour, they were already close to the port. There was a fierce exchange of fire at the front. After the tank stopped, Xu Chong stood on the turret and looked ahead with a telescope and found that it had become a pot of porridge. Both sides were scorched on the front, and the paratroopers could not advance. And he saw that the enemy had artillery.

He felt that it was not wise to let these weakly armored tanks cover the infantry and attack from the front of the much larger enemy, and he still had to use his mobility, so he asked Howard to change into a tank soldier costume and contact the paratroopers in front of him to inform him of the plan, while he got out of the car to find some mud, smeared the white five stars on the tank, and then continued to detour with the tank, ready to drive to the road leading to the port in Sittwe.

He had come a few hours before, and he had fooled the sentry here, and this time he had repeated his old trick to deceive the enemy again. The cicada tank looks somewhat similar to the Japanese 97 tank from the side, and the front is also lively. Moreover, he was still wearing a Japanese military uniform.

The tank drove onto the road, and he stood on the edge of the turret with the barrel of the gun, and the tank driver below had to stick his head out, and it was too dark to hide his head in it and drive. It was the face of an American with a full beard and a big nose. After driving on the road, a group of trucks approached behind, and Xu Chong asked to turn on the front and rear lights, and the driver retracted his head.

A few trucks of support passed by the tanks, behind which stood the Independence Army. When the two cars approached, the soldiers above looked at Xu Chong for a while.

Xu Chong waited for the truck to get ahead of him, and the driver accelerated to follow, so that other nearby enemies would think that the truck and tank were all the way. The Burmese soldiers in the truck felt a little strange because the tanks behind them were so fast that they could keep up with the truck.

In this way, the six tanks followed all the way into the port area, without arousing suspicion, Xu Chong moved behind the tanks, knocked on the turret and signaled to stop and fire. The Japanese trucks in front also began to turn, and there happened to be about a squadron of Japanese troops passing nearby, and at this time, all 4 vehicles were exposed under the muzzle.

The first car stopped and began to adjust the artillery. But the Japanese driver in the last truck, first noticed from the reflector, he just thought that these tanks seemed to be raw, but its light kept shaking himself, and he couldn't see clearly, and now he turned around and avoided the light, and only then did he see the white five-star sign (the mud fell).

The American gunners were a little anxious, and the rest of the tanks behind did not catch up and deploy, so they were in a hurry to shoot, and a shot hit the truck 100 meters away, and the huge explosion blew up the truck into the sky along with the nearby Japanese infantry. It was so powerful that it destroyed nearby warehouses. Xu Chong, who was standing on the front tank, did not hold steady, and was even thrown off the tank by the air wave. When he was in the air, he knew what he had hit, and he knew that it was impossible for the enemy to destroy the port.

There was no second shot, and a huge explosion caused a chain explosion of Japanese trucks huddled together in front. The entire port of Sittwe was lit up by a huge flame.

Both sides, who were fighting fiercely 2 kilometers away, listened and did not know what was happening. Xu Chong climbed back into the tank, called out the commander who was in a halo, and briefly explained the plan, asking them to rush to the enemy's rear as fast as possible, and not stop before hitting the enemy's buttocks.

Together with the rest of the soldiers, he left to hide in a nearby bunker, and they were unfit to participate in the chaotic battle in Japanese uniforms.

The tanks rushed to the rear of the Rakhine Teaching Regiment, and sure enough, there were still people in the Burmese army who understood and saw the tanks rushing towards them in the firelight, and they began to move a few direct-fire guns (the British 6-pounder guns handed over to them by the Japanese), but the tanks had already rushed to the front with lightning speed and killed the gunners with machine guns. This strongest force, trained by the Southern Agency, collapsed in an instant under the attack from both sides. The paratroopers fought their way into the harbor, seized the enemy artillery and threw it into a counterattack.

In the southern headquarters on the outskirts of Sittwe, Suzuki saw a huge fireball in the harbor with a telescope and thought to himself that the blast had finally been successful. He didn't have time to make a phone call to confirm the situation, because the nearby paratroopers were already within a hundred meters, and he got into the car and left with a box containing important information. After driving a kilometer, he remembered that the statue of Guan Gong in the headquarters had forgotten to take it with him