"This is a real life saver..." Zhou Changfeng, who had a look of disbelief on his face, suddenly thought of a question after rejoicing for a few seconds.
Grass! How will I return this thing then? How many pieces are sent back? That girl won't rely on him, right?
But now he had no time to think about it, because the explosions of the shelling outside suddenly subsided, which meant that the British and Indian troops were about to launch an attack.
"The enemy tanks are approaching! Three of them! There are about a hundred infantry accompanying them!" shouted a soldier on the lookout.
The Gurkha Battalion, which had not been involved in the battle, finally joined the battle. Three platoons of its A Company, together with an A9 cruise tank and two Spitfire Carden-Lloyds, advanced towards the post office.
The British Commonwealth Army has always paid little attention to small flamethrowers carried by individual soldiers. They prefer large vehicle-mounted flamethrowers. For example, the "Wasp" is a Bren machine gun carrier equipped with a flamethrower, and the "Crocodile" is equipped with a flamethrower. Flamethrower Churchill tank.
As for those Gurkha soldiers, their appearance characteristics are really unique and can be distinguished at a glance - they wear wide-brimmed round hats on their heads, leather shoes and leggings, gray shirts, trousers and equipment. It is khaki in color and has a badge with "3G" written on its shoulder.
[Gurkha soldiers in the 1930s and 1940s]
"3G" is the abbreviation of 3rd Gorkha, which means the third Gurkha regiment (battalion).
What made the Ming soldiers most curious was that many of these guys also carried a kind of short sword, a scimitar that looked like a dog's leg?
"Oh, this is a desperate situation. They are desperate, but as long as they survive this wave... they should switch to defense." Zhou Changfeng immediately ordered to prepare for the battle.
The mortar shelling was extended along the street to block the enemy's follow-up; the second and third platoons of the third team attacked from the front and left wing respectively to achieve containment; smoke bombs were launched to obscure the battlefield and cover the death squads to attack the enemy tanks!
With all the combat anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns destroyed, it was really a helpless move to organize a death squad to carry out close-in blasting.
When he learned that a death squad was to be organized to blast the incoming tanks, dozens of people raised their hands. Zhou Changfeng was surprised, and in the end he only selected twelve soldiers and two non-commissioned officers.
He originally wanted to ask if he was an only son, but his subconscious told him how could an only son join the army in this era? Moreover, the Ministry of War does not encourage only children to enlist in the army.
More than a dozen people put down their guns in unison, then lowered their heads and reached out to pick up the identification tag hanging on the belt around their waists and broke it in half.
Unlike Western armies that usually hang "dog tags" around their necks, the Ming army stipulated that they must be hung on a belt around the waist. On the one hand, this is the custom of hanging waist tags since ancient times; on the other hand, the Ministry of War believes that both limbs and neck are It is easier to be shredded by gunfire, and the trunk part can reduce the loss of identity tags due to broken limbs and arms.
The rounded rectangular aluminum ID badge has a row of holes punched in the middle and is divided into two halves, each with the same information. On the battlefield, the identity tags of fallen soldiers can be repeatedly folded and broken, leaving half on the body and half taken away for summary statistics.
Since they all joined the death squads, they naturally had no intention of coming back alive.
The small bag that Sun Cheng gave to Zhou Changfeng before he died last night contained the identification tags of soldiers who participated in the death squads, and now there were fourteen more in it.
After these days of fighting and increasingly clear memories, Zhou Changfeng has a comprehensive understanding of the Ming army soldiers of this era. In his opinion, these guys are really both a pity and cute——
It is a pity that they have no spiritual beliefs except a little nationalism, and their moral discipline is average; what is lovely is that they are tenacious and brave, and perform their military duties without complaint.
The dozen soldiers and non-commissioned officers who participated in the death squads are obviously representatives or microcosms of today's Ming army soldiers.
Someone was carrying a blasting tube, and someone was holding a bunch of grenades tied together, with expressionless faces; the two noncommissioned officers used a very calm tone to assign the subsequent tasks: divided into two groups, no recklessness, one group to attract attention, one group The group pounced from the side.
To fight for one's life, the most important thing is to have the momentum to seize the enemy first, frighten the enemy's courage, dampen the enemy's spirit, and break the enemy's courage.
After just a few dozen seconds, the battle began.
Amidst the "click-click" gunfire, dense bullets fired from all directions knocked down several enemy soldiers at once, and the falling mortar shells forced them to scatter and lie down.
After four rounds of shelling, the few remaining mortars adjusted their positions and began bombarding the rear streets to block subsequent enemy reinforcements. At the same time, several rounds of rifle grenade smoke bombs also fell in the middle of the enemy detachment.
"Huh..." Raging flames poured out from the nozzle of the flamethrower on the right side of the Carden Lloyd, pouring into the ruins of a nearby house.
Immediately, several Ming soldiers who were covered in fire staggered out and were knocked down by the bullets fired.
In this era when there are no antibiotics, everyone knows that the mortality rate of large-scale burns is so high that it can be directly pronounced as death. Therefore, soldiers have long warned each other that if they are burned by this thing, please shoot yourself to death. , this way you can suffer less.
However, although they promised happily, when it happened, no one was willing to shoot their colleagues.
In the pouring rain, fierce fighting continued, with the two sides shooting at each other desperately on the street and throwing grenades at each other.
The smoke gradually filled the air, and a dozen death squads rushed out quickly, then split into two.
Several people approaching from the front jumped forward alternately, fearlessly moving forward against the hail of bullets, but were soon shot down one after another by the Gurkha soldiers next to them.
Taking advantage of the enemy's attention being attracted, another group of death squads quietly approached from the side, and then suddenly rushed up.
By the time the British and Indian troops reacted, it was already too late. Two suicide squads held submachine guns and fired continuously to suppress them, while others threw the "Zila" sparking blasting tube into the Carden-Loy. Under Germany's chassis.
"Boom - boom -"
The power of two ten-pound blasting canisters is not small. The ultra-light tank, which weighed only one and a half tons and had only 9mm of armor at its thickest point, was directly blown over by the violent explosion. The gasoline leaked from the flamethrower fuel tank spread all around. The five or six Gurkha soldiers all turned into burning men rolling on the ground, howling heart-piercingly.
Another Carden-Loyd was hit by two improvised Molotov cocktails in succession, turning the entire car into a burning torch, and the sparse raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be swallowed up by the raging flames.
Zhou Changfeng, who was paying attention to the battle throughout the whole process, found that the enemy force had been isolated. The falling mortar shells effectively blocked the enemy's reinforcements. Now, are these nearly a hundred Gurkha soldiers like a turtle in a jar?
It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten of the enemy's fingers!
"Charge!" He ordered decisively and blew the military whistle, "Beep——"
A long sound that means "launch an attack." The Ming army's standard military whistle sounded very sharp, and it sounded particularly sad. It was like the scream of death in the ears of the enemy.
A few seconds later, the soldiers of the first and second platoons jumped out from their respective bunkers or hiding places one after another without hesitation, and rushed straight to the street regardless of the cruise tank that was still strafing. Nearly eighty enemy soldiers remained.
"kill!!!"
In an instant, countless Chinese soldiers surged up from all directions!
A shocked British second lieutenant hurriedly picked up a flare gun and fired a white flare into the sky, and was immediately blown to the ground by a rifle grenade that landed at his feet.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides were in close combat. The small street immediately fell into chaos, and the shouts of killing shook the heaven and earth! Blood bursts out!
