readytorunbook Chapter 610: The anti-aircraft guns were leveled and the 1st Division of the Lan Fang Restoration Ar
Chapter 610: The anti-aircraft guns were leveled and the 1st Division of the Lan Fang Restoration Ar
"Listen up, everyone inside! We are the military police of the Nanyang countries. Put down your weapons immediately, put your hands on your heads and come out, otherwise we will take coercive measures!"
Next to the armored vehicle equipped with a large electric loudspeaker, the commander of the gendarmerie held a microphone and repeatedly shouted in Malay and Mandarin.
He was responded by a few sparse but hostile gunshots.
"Bang! Bang!" Several bullets hit the hood of the jeep that the gendarmes used as a cover, sparking sparks.
It was the unique whistling sound of the Type 38 rifle.
"Stubborn." The frontline commander sneered, put down the microphone, and said coldly into the radio:
"Team A, Team B, suppressive fire. Team C, push the 'big guy' up."
In an instant, several submachine guns and shotguns opened fire at the same time, and dense rain of bullets splashed towards several thatched houses at the entrance of the village where gunfire was coming out, causing the thatch to fly and wood chips to splash everywhere.
The resistance of the indigenous militants was very weak, with only sporadic old-fashioned hunting rifles and a few Type 38 rifles firing back, and their firepower was completely suppressed.
At this moment, a Willys Jeep equipped with a steel plate shield was driven up, with the front of the car pointing towards the village.
What was mounted on the jeep was not a machine gun at all, but a 20mm Oerlikon anti-aircraft gun with a metallic barrel.
This automatic artillery, originally used for air defense, was now cruelly laid flat.
“Boom boom boom boom—!”
A dull and terrifying burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, like the beating of war drums.
The 20mm high-explosive warhead swept across with astonishing speed and power.
The fragile thatched huts and wooden houses were like paper in the face of such devastating firepower.
Wherever the shells passed, the walls were easily torn and shattered, and the thatched roofs were blown away and set on fire in pieces.
The militants hiding inside, along with their will to resist, were torn to pieces in an instant.
The screams were completely drowned out by the deafening roar of artillery and the roar of collapsing houses.
With just a few short bursts of fire, the most stubborn fire points at the entrance of the village were completely razed to the ground and a raging fire was set on fire.
"Assault team, go!" The commander waved his hand.
The military police commandos, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped out of the bunker like cheetahs.
Working in pairs, they covered each other and moved swiftly and professionally.
When encountering a closed door or a suspicious bunker, don't even try to open it, just stuff a grenade or a piece of blasting tube in it.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Explosions rang out one after another, and fragments and shock waves cleared out all the corners where people were still resisting.
Many of the backbones of these military police are veterans drawn from the front-line troops of the National Defense Force. They have experienced the tempering of jungle warfare and street fighting and are true killing gods.
Dealing with these indigenous militants who only have simple weapons and lack training is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
The battle—or rather the mopping-up—was nearly over in just twenty minutes.
The remaining members of the "Star and Moon Restoration Association" were either dead or injured, and completely lost the ability to organize resistance.
The sporadic gunfire soon died down completely, leaving only the crackling sound of burning houses and the painful groans of the wounded.
The soldiers began to clear house by house, driving the frightened and trembling villagers out of the corners and gathering them in the open space in the village.
Based on the intelligence provided by the Central Intelligence Agency and preliminary on-site screening, all core members confirmed to have participated in the "Star and Moon Restoration Society" were dragged away on the spot and detained separately awaiting trial.
Those villagers, regardless of gender, age or status, who had obvious connections with the militants or provided them with shelter, had their wrists tied with hemp ropes and were chained together.
Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, and they didn't know what fate awaited them.
Several military trucks roared in.
The military police roughly pushed the suspects onto the trucks like loading livestock.
"Send them to Penang Harbor, where a ship awaits." The commander ordered expressionlessly. "Ship them all to the rainforest reclamation area in eastern Sumatra for forced labor reform. Let them atone for their sins through their sweat."
No trial, no defense.
During this extraordinary period, Zhang Chi gave front-line commanders tremendous power to make decisions on the spot.
Efficiency is placed first.
As cars of "suspects" were taken away, the village, which had once been infiltrated and controlled by the "Xingyue Restoration Society", became empty and silent in an instant.
Only the charred ruins of the house and the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air told of what had just happened.
"Reporting to headquarters, target area A has been cleared and we are moving to the next target area." The commander reported to the radio, his tone calm as if he had just completed a routine training.
The "Plunder the Courtyard and Sweep the Holes" operation was carried out simultaneously in several areas in the northern part of the Malay Peninsula.
The National Gendarmerie, with its sheer force and ruthless iron fist, efficiently crushed the networks of various indigenous resistance organizations.
Due to the lack of weapons, most members of these organizations only had a small number of hidden hunting rifles and light weapons left by the Japanese, and their resistance was not fierce.
Soon, these most troublesome and rebellious guys in various places were wiped out without causing any major waves.
Zhang Chi declared in the most direct way that anyone who attempts to split Nanyang and undermine stability will be completely eradicated without hesitation and will not be tolerated.
Iron and blood are the most direct and effective language to maintain the unity and order of Southeast Asia.
At this time, the Johns' agents who were trying to infiltrate and the cargo ship loaded with weapons had just departed from the mainland...
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While carrying out the "plundering the court and sweeping the holes" operation, Zhang Chi did not forget about the Lan Fang Restoration Army.
On March 16, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.
The landing craft of the 2nd Brigade of the Nanyang Marine Corps broke through the gentle waves in the Sanggau area on the west coast of Borneo and landed on the golden beach.
The expected fierce resistance did not occur.
A battalion of Japanese troops stationed here seemed to have received orders long ago. They only symbolically left a few mines and sporadic cold gunshots on the beachhead. The main force abandoned the coastline without hesitation and quickly moved to the inland mountainous area in the north with dense vegetation and complex terrain.
Their intentions are clear.
Knowing that their troops were insufficiently supplied, they would never engage in a head-on battle with the Nanyang Army, which was well-equipped and had absolute superior firepower.
Instead, they broke up into small groups and attempted to use the vast tropical rainforest to wage guerrilla warfare, delay time, and wait for the elusive turning point.
The soldiers of the Nanyang Marine Corps deployed their formations cautiously, occupied the beachhead, and established a defense line. The whole process went surprisingly smoothly.
March 18, in the center of Singkawang City.
An ancient flag with a red background and a yellow sun and the words "Lan Fang" written in the middle was slowly raised under the gaze of countless people, fluttering in the wind.
The First Division of the Lan Fang Restoration Army was officially announced.
Standing under the flag was a middle-aged man named Zong Liangji, who was previously an unknown teacher in a local Chinese primary school. He had an elegant face and even a bit of bookish air.
However, when he read out the Lan Fang Restoration Declaration in a steady and powerful voice, calling on overseas Chinese descendants to join in the cause and restore their homeland, he had a convincing demeanor.
No one knows that this "Teacher Zong" is actually a synthetic operator of the Central Intelligence Agency. He looks 80% similar to the real Teacher Zong who died of illness in the war, but he possesses absolutely reliable loyalty.
The declaration was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, causing a thousand waves.
The Chinese youths in Borneo, who had been oppressed for a long time and were eager to change their fate, were excited and flocked to the recruitment points.
In just a few days, the strength of the First Division of the Lan Fang Restoration Army quickly expanded to more than 5,000 people, with high morale. Everyone's eyes revealed the desire to stand up and become the master of their own destiny.