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

"Damn it, we can't kill them all, there are too many." The British soldiers stood guard on the battlefield, looking at the piles of native corpses in front of them, frowning, with expressions of fatigue and irritation on their faces, and couldn't help complaining. The piles of corpses, like small hills, silently told the cruelty of the battle, and made the British soldiers feel more desperate and helpless.

"Yes, these people are not afraid of death at all." The companions next to him echoed, with a strong sense of confusion and fear in their words. They really couldn't understand why the natives who used to be timid and cowardly when they saw the British army were now like a different person, completely ignoring the rain of bullets and rushing to the battlefield one after another, as if they didn't care about life and death at all. This was really too abnormal.

"Are they crazy?" Another British soldier muttered in confusion, his eyes wide open, trying to find a reasonable explanation from the crazy scene before them. But no matter how hard they thought, they couldn't understand why these natives suddenly became so fearless and brave. This was completely beyond their comprehension.

"Who can tell me why this happened?" Everyone was talking about it, but no one could give an answer because they themselves were confused. You know, in the past, these natives always hid and escaped whenever they could, but they never showed such a fearless spirit. Now this sudden change was too unscientific, which made the British soldiers feel incredible and headache.

"Don't think too much. The most important thing right now is to hold the position. The port is behind us. We must not let them move forward." A British major looked at the soldiers whose morale was shaken, frowned and shouted loudly, trying to calm everyone's emotions with serious words and draw everyone's attention back to the defense task. In his opinion, no matter why these natives became so crazy, holding the position was the top priority at the moment. Once the position was lost, Alexandria Port would be in danger, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Major, we know what you said, but the problem now is that we may not be able to hold it." A British soldier responded worriedly. He looked at the defense line that had been shaken by the impact and knew very well that under the current situation, it would be extremely difficult to hold the position with the existing troops and firepower. The enemy's continuous offensive like a tide has made them overwhelmed and unable to cope.

"Yes, the traps we dug have been filled with their bodies." Another soldier added with a bitter face, his words full of helplessness and despair. Originally, they had carefully laid out those traps, hoping to create a considerable obstacle for the natives, but they did not expect that these natives would completely disregard life and death. When the person in front fell into it, the person behind would continue to charge without hesitation, stepping on the bodies of their companions, and filling the traps in this tragic and tragic way. Now they have one less means of defense, and it is even more difficult to resist the attack.

"I'm afraid if there are a few more attacks, we won't be able to hold on." Another soldier shouted in despair. They all knew in their hearts that as the battle continued, their ammunition was constantly being consumed, and the soldiers' physical strength was rapidly declining, while the natives continued to attack. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the position would be breached, and they would not be able to hold on at all.

Hearing this, the British major was helpless. He knew the current dire situation and the hope of holding the position was slim. But retreating was absolutely impossible. After all, he had received a death order and had to hold on here no matter what. Even if he had to fight to the last soldier, he could not retreat even a single step. So he was in a dilemma at the moment, feeling helpless but helpless.

"Hold your position, reinforcements will arrive soon." The British major could only force himself to shake his head and pretend to be calm, trying to inject a glimmer of hope into the soldiers so that they could continue to hold on. However, many British soldiers scoffed at the major's words. They knew very well that although reinforcements would arrive in theory, the entire battlefield needed to be defended everywhere, and the troops were greatly dispersed, which meant that reinforcements would not be able to reach their position for a while. How could these empty words of comfort make them feel at ease in the battle?

However, they also knew that no matter how reluctant they were, they could not retreat without permission. After all, the Supervisory Squad was not a pushover. If they dared to disobey orders and retreat, they would surely be met with the Supervisory Squad's ruthless bullets. So they could only grit their teeth and continue to defend their positions, and continue to stalemate and fight with those crazy natives.

On the other hand, the natives on the battlefield were so regretful that they regretted it so much. If they had known that being a soldier and fighting in the war was such a deadly thing, they would never have come. They originally thought that the other side was kind and wanted to provide them with benefits and let them live a good life, so they happily responded to the call-up. Who knew that this was not the case at all. It was clearly to use them as cannon fodder and fill the line to die. Now they really regretted it.

The 60,000 or 70,000 recruits had been reduced to more than 20,000 in just a few days, and the casualties were still rising. Seeing their companions fall one after another, they were so scared and desperate. At night, many natives wanted to escape under the cover of darkness, but in the end, as soon as they made any movement, they were waiting for the cold bullets of the supervision team. There was no chance of escape at all, and those who escaped fell in a pool of blood without exception.

Over time, the natives gave up hope. They knew that in this situation, if they wanted to survive, they had only one way to go, which was to do their best to capture the British position in front of them. Only in this way could they have a chance of survival. Although these natives had no tactical talent and no rules to fight, they still had some advantages in the battle by relying on their large numbers and their desperate spirit, and at least they put a lot of pressure on the British army.

As mentioned before, for these natives, even if they did not die on the battlefield, they would most likely die of hunger when they returned to their original lives. Since they would die anyway, they might as well fight and maybe they could find a way to survive, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep moving forward.

"How is it? How's the morale?" Wang Jun stood in the command position at the rear, looking at the fierce battlefield in front, turned his head and asked his subordinates. He was very concerned about the fighting will of these indigenous soldiers at the moment. After all, the level of morale is directly related to whether this attack can continue effectively.

"At present, it is still very stable, but it may be reaching its limit." The subordinate frowned and answered after thinking for a while. He knew very well that although these natives were still attacking for the time being, they had suffered such huge casualties after all. If they continued to fight like this, their morale would collapse sooner or later, so they had to find a way to maintain it.

"That means they haven't reached their limit yet. Let them continue attacking and tell the rear not to stop recruiting. Also, publicize more favorable news, such as the British troops are going to be driven away." After listening to his subordinates, Wang Jun decisively gave orders again. He thought that they should continue to put pressure on the British army while morale has not completely collapsed. At the same time, by publicizing some good news that can show hope of victory, the natives can have more hope and maintain their morale. After all, more than 20,000 people were killed or injured in just a few days. This is indeed an extremely heavy price. If some measures are not taken, this battle cannot be continued.

"Understood." The subordinate nodded, and immediately went to arrange the relevant matters after receiving the order.

"After they finish eating, let them continue the attack." Wang Jun added that he thought it would be better to let the soldiers replenish their physical strength and recover some energy before continuing to fight fiercely. "Yes." The subordinate responded and went to convey the order.

Soon, the battle started again. Seeing the enemy appear outside the position again, the British soldiers felt helpless and their scalps tingled. It was not that they were afraid of these natives, after all, they were all veterans who had fought in the battlefield, but the endless shooting had left their hands covered in blood. The bloody scene struck their hearts again and again, which was really unbearable.

For the veterans, they looked indifferent. They had seen life and death and were numb to the tragic scene. They just needed to follow orders and continue shooting. But for the new recruits, it was not the same. They had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene. They were scared and nervous. Their hands couldn't help shaking. But they couldn't retreat. They could only grit their teeth, endure the fear in their hearts, and continue fighting.

"Damn it, here they come again." A British soldier looked at the natives pouring in like a tide and couldn't help cursing inwardly, but his hands did not stop. Instead, he skillfully pulled the trigger based on his instincts acquired over the years.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and a native fell to the ground, his blood splattering on the ground like a dazzling red flower. Immediately afterwards, more frequent gunshots rang out on the battlefield.

Da da da!
Bang bang bang!
The sound of gunfire intertwined together, like the death movement played by the god of death. Many indigenous soldiers were caught off guard and were shot and fell to the ground. The blood once again dyed the land beneath their feet red. The battle became more intense and cruel, as if it would completely submerge this land in blood and smoke.

"We can't kill them all. These people are like crazy." The British soldiers pulled the triggers frantically and shouted at the top of their lungs. Their eyes were bloodshot and their faces were a mixture of fear and exhaustion. Looking at the wave after wave of natives rushing up desperately, they felt desperate.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and shoot." The British officer shouted loudly. He was also very panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and tried to steady his position. He asked the soldiers to continue to suppress the fire, hoping to stop this tide of attack.

"Yes." The soldiers responded helplessly, and could only numbly and mechanically repeat the shooting action. At this moment, their minds were blank, and they were fighting only relying on instinct. The guns in their hands continued to spew out flames and poured bullets at the natives, but the enemies still continued to pour in, as if they would never stop.

At this moment, bursts of sharp whistling sounds suddenly came from the sky. The sound came from far away and became more and more shrill, as if it was a foreshadowing of the coming of death.

"Bombardment?" When a British soldier heard the sound, his face turned pale instantly, his eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief.

"Damn, it's heavy artillery." Another soldier shouted in horror, his voice trembling a little. They knew very well that if they were hit by heavy artillery, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hide quickly!" Someone shouted, and the British position instantly became a mess. Soldiers threw down their guns and looked for cover everywhere in panic, trying to avoid the impending disaster.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The heavy artillery shells rained down on the British positions, whistling through the sky with great impact and destructive power, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Accompanied by a series of deafening explosions, the entire British position was instantly shrouded in thick smoke, flames shot up into the sky, and mud and rocks were blown everywhere. The British soldiers who were still barely maintaining their defenses on the position and thought they could still hold out for a while were blown up into the sky under the bombardment of heavy artillery. Their bodies were blown to pieces, and their screams and shouts were instantly drowned out by the explosions.

"Damn it, can anyone tell me why there are so many cannons?" The British major who survived this round of heavy artillery bombardment crawled out from behind the bunker with a dusty face, his eyes full of fear, and his voice trembling as he asked loudly. He couldn't understand why the enemy had not used heavy artillery in the previous few days of fighting. They were secretly glad that the enemy had run out of heavy artillery shells or simply didn't have many heavy artillery. Who knew that the enemy suddenly launched such a fierce artillery attack at this moment? This sudden attack caught them off guard and they were immediately in a desperate situation.

Although they had heard before that the rebels seemed to have the support of the Soviet Army, they did not expect that the Soviet Army would provide them with so many heavy artillery and launch an artillery attack at this critical moment. This caught them off guard. The major was filled with despair at the moment and did not know what to do next. (End of this chapter)