Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

"Relying on those stragglers? The mob wants to continue heading north?" Admiral Kan An Ning was stunned at first after hearing the report, and then a sarcastic smile emerged on his face. That smile was full of disdain and contempt, as if he had heard something extremely absurd and ridiculous.

He really couldn't understand why the other side actually wanted to rely on such a group of unorganized and disorganized rabble to go all the way north to conquer the well-defended and heavily guarded port of Alexandria. In his opinion, this was simply a fantasy and was purely treating this war as a child's play.

"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon? You can take advantage of me at will?" Admiral Kanning raised his eyebrows, his tone full of dissatisfaction and anger. In his mind, Alexandria is an important stronghold of the British army in North Africa, with complete fortifications. Coupled with the British army's own combat effectiveness, it is not easy to break through. If it weren't for the three countries' fleets outside the port, which were like thorns in the back, threatening the British sea defense line at all times, making him hesitate, he would have been unable to suppress his anger and would have marched south without hesitation to wipe out those ignorant rebels in one fell swoop. How could he allow them to jump around here?

"Don't pay attention to these rebels." Admiral Kanan Ning waved his hand impatiently. The action seemed quite casual, as if he was driving away an annoying fly. He really didn't want to hear any news about these rebels anymore. In his eyes, these rebels were just some petty troublemakers and were not worth his excessive attention.

For him, the most important and crucial thing at the moment was to find a way to deal with the three-nation fleet that was like a serious threat to him. Only by eliminating this threat from the sea could the British army deal with other situations without any worries. After all, compared to those rebels who he thought were just a mob, the existence of the three-nation fleet was the key factor that could really determine the fate of Alexandria. As long as the fleet was dealt with, it would be easy to deal with the rebels, just as easy as crushing a few ants.

"When will the reinforcements arrive?" Admiral Kananning frowned and asked again in a serious tone, with a hint of anxiety in his words. He knew very well that in this battlefield where the situation changes rapidly, whether the reinforcements can arrive in time is related to the life and death of the entire Alexandria Port. Every minute of delay will increase the danger.

"Fleet H is expected to arrive in two days, but they need to leave behind a portion of the fleet. I'm afraid the number of warships coming to support won't be large. A portion of the fleet has been dispatched from the mainland and is on the way. It is expected to take at least half a month." The communications staff officer did not dare to slack off and hurriedly reported quickly and clearly. Every word was spoken crisply and clearly, but when Admiral Kanan Ning heard this news, he felt even more depressed.

Hearing this, Admiral Kananning's brows furrowed even tighter, and a trace of worry appeared on his face. Half a month was too long. In this battlefield full of war and uncertainty, unexpected situations could happen every minute and every second. Although he still had some confidence in the existing defense strength of the British army and his own command ability, and felt that it should not be a problem to defend Alexandria, he still couldn't help but worry in his heart, fearing that something unexpected would happen during this long wait. If something went wrong in any link, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Let them speed up. As for Fleet H, just wander around the periphery and observe the movements of the three kingdoms' fleets at any time." After a moment's thought, Admiral Kanan Ning gave the order without hesitation. His tone was steady but revealed unquestionable majesty. He knew that he had to race against time at this moment. On the one hand, he had to urge the incoming reinforcements to speed up so as to strengthen his own maritime power as soon as possible; on the other hand, letting Fleet H cruise in the outer waters could not only play a certain deterrent role, preventing the three kingdoms' fleets from acting rashly, but also keep abreast of the opponent's movements so as to make timely responses and ensure the safety of Alexandria as much as possible before the arrival of reinforcements.

"Understood." After receiving the order, the communications staff officer immediately turned around to convey the orders.

On the other side, Wang Jun was leading the recruited indigenous soldiers, rushing towards the direction of Alexandria. Strangely enough, they did not encounter any resistance along the way, which was very smooth. For the local indigenous residents, they had been accustomed to the coming and going of various forces under the colonial rule of the great powers for so many years. In their eyes, no matter who ruled this land, it seemed that there was not much difference, anyway, their lives were still so hard and difficult. Therefore, when they saw such a mighty army on the road, they did not show any panic or uneasiness, but looked at these soldiers with curiosity, as if they were watching a novel performance.

In response, Wang Jun chose to ignore the reactions of the natives. He was thinking about the upcoming battle and focusing all his attention on how to attack Alexandria. When he arrived at the outskirts of Alexandria, Wang Jun did not hesitate or say anything. He gave orders directly and decisively, and ordered his troops to launch a fierce attack on the British position.

"These damn natives, fire!" The British commander stood on the battlefield and saw the native soldiers coming like a tide from afar. He first showed a disdainful sneer on his face, then shouted loudly without hesitation, and then ordered his subordinates to shoot at the natives crazily. In his opinion, these natives were just a mob with no training and combat experience. They were not vulnerable at all. A round of intensive firepower would be enough to beat them to pieces, scare them to death, and then they would flee obediently.

However, the development of the situation was far beyond the British army's expectations. Those natives who had no combat experience were indeed shot and fell to the ground one after another under the fierce firepower of the British army. The screams were one after another. The scene was extremely tragic. However, they were numerous and powerful after all. The people in front fell, but the people behind did not retreat at all. Instead, they continued to rush towards the British position.

Some of the timid natives who were afraid of fighting saw their companions being shot and fell one by one. The bloody and cruel scene frightened them so much that their legs went weak and they instinctively wanted to retreat and escape from this terrible place. But as soon as they turned around, before they could take a few steps, they were mercilessly shot by the supervision team.

"If you take the position, you can live. If you retreat, you will die!" The members of the supervision team said this cold and ruthless but very intimidating sentence loudly with stern faces, and then pointed their guns at those who were still hesitating and wandering in front of the battle. Faced with this choice between life and death, the natives who were originally afraid of death suddenly seemed to be ignited with anger in their hearts, and began to go crazy. They knew in their hearts that retreating at this moment would mean death. Only by rushing forward regardless of everything and taking the British position would they have hope of survival.

"Damn it, are they crazy?" The British soldiers looked at the natives who were rushing towards them desperately, their eyes widened and they shouted in fear. They never thought that these natives, who were like ants in their eyes, would become so crazy and fearless at this moment.

"Too many, we can't kill them all." A soldier on the British front shouted anxiously while changing magazines in a hurry. They thought that they could easily suppress this so-called "rebellion" by shooting some natives and make these ignorant guys retreat. But who knew that these natives were like a tide, coming in waves, and they could not be killed at all.

"Hurry, hurry, I need ammunition." Some British soldiers ran out of bullets and shouted anxiously, looking around for a place to replenish their ammunition. "Damn, the bullets are all gone." Other soldiers shouted desperately, looking at the natives getting closer and closer, their hearts filled with fear.

"Damn it, my barrel is hot." Some soldiers could no longer shoot normally because their barrels overheated due to continuous shooting. They could only curse while frantically trying to find ways to cool down the barrels.

"I need to replace the barrel." Some soldiers shouted anxiously, trying to solve the problem with their weapons as soon as possible so that they could continue to fight.

For a moment, there were bursts of crazy roars, shouts, and noises of gun malfunctions on the British positions, and the whole scene was in chaos.

When these natives were no longer afraid of death and became so crazy, it was the well-trained British soldiers who thought they were invincible who panicked. They originally thought that with their excellent equipment and combat skills, it would be a piece of cake to deal with these rabble, but reality gave them a heavy blow. Although these natives looked like a rabble without any rules, they had the advantage of being numerous, and they took advantage of the time it took for the British army to replace bullets and deal with overheated gun barrels to speed up the pace of attack, not giving the British army a chance to breathe.

In this way, the situation began to develop in a direction that was extremely unfavorable to the British army. The British army's positions showed signs of being breached at any time. The originally solid defense line was now crumbling under the tidal impact of the natives.

"Retreat, retreat!" The British commander looked at the chaotic and dangerous scene in front of him and finally realized that something was wrong. An ominous premonition surged in his heart. He knew that if this continued, the position would definitely be breached, and the entire army might be in desperate situation at that time. So he made a prompt decision and shouted loudly.

As the British army retreated, those natives who had managed to survive the hail of bullets suddenly collapsed to the ground like deflated balls, gasping for breath, their faces full of relief for surviving the disaster. They had never imagined that they could actually survive this brutal battle and successfully force the British army to retreat. To them, this was simply a miracle.

"Everyone stand up and keep moving forward." The supervision team followed in a timely manner with neat and cold steps. They looked at the natives who were lying on the ground, exhausted and terrified. There was no change in expression on their faces, and there was an unquestionable coldness and determination in their eyes, as if in their eyes, these natives were just emotionless tools, just pawns to achieve their goals.

Hearing this, some of the natives were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and were about to open their mouths to refute, but when their eyes met the cold muzzles of the supervisors' guns, they swallowed back the words on their lips, and could only lower their heads helplessly and remain silent. After all, they knew very well that in this cruel battlefield, the only thing waiting for them was death if they disobeyed a little.

Of course, there were some natives who were more stubborn and could not bear this. They were unwilling to be driven to death and wanted to resist. But in the end, they were greeted by a crisp and cold gunshot, and were instantly knocked to the ground, with blood spreading on the ground. The shocking scene made the other natives silent and they no longer dared to think of resisting.

The supervision team dared not be soft-hearted, as they had received strict orders. If they were soft-hearted when carrying out the supervision mission, they would end up on the front line of the battlefield, being cannon fodder that could be killed at any time. Therefore, in order to save their own lives, they could only become ruthless and merciless, treating these indigenous soldiers as if they were enemies. If anyone showed signs of retreat, they would be shot and suppressed without mercy.

It has to be said that this almost cruel method did play a certain role at the moment. Relying on this means of intimidation, these originally undisciplined, cowardly and fearful natives were forced to bite the bullet and continue to rush forward, allowing the attack to continue.

"The advancement speed is still too slow." Wang Jun stood in the command position at the rear, looking at the slowly advancing team in front, frowning and shaking his head, his face full of dissatisfaction. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the current advancement speed of the troops. In his mind, if it were the well-trained and disciplined regular troops he led, he would have been able to advance all the way to the port. But now, relying on these temporarily recruited natives, they have been fighting for so long, but are still wandering around the periphery. This progress really makes him anxious, and naturally he is full of dissatisfaction.

"Sir, the speed is already very fast. After all, these are just a group of rabble." The subordinate looked at Wang Jun's face and reminded him carefully. He felt that it was not easy to make these natives who had no combat experience and were like a pile of scattered sand advance to the current level, and he couldn't ask too much of them.

"I know, but they can still speed up a bit. You know, we are not short of people." Wang Jun disagreed. He said meaningfully, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. In his opinion, although the quality of these natives is a bit poor, they are in large numbers. Even if they use human wave tactics, they should be able to advance faster. As long as they continue to put pressure on the British army, they will always find opportunities to break through the defense line. So he thinks these natives have not fully played their due role and can speed up the pace of advancement. (End of this chapter)