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

On the battlefield filled with smoke, British Colonel George stood gloomily in a relatively safe stronghold in the rear, watching the group of subordinates who were in a mess, full of fear and exhaustion retreating in front of him. His brows were instantly furrowed tightly, as if he could pinch a fly to death, and his serious and dissatisfied expression was fully revealed. Obviously, such a result made him very angry, which was not in line with his previous expectations at all.

"Yes, Colonel, they are like crazy. They don't care about casualties at all. It's like they are possessed by the devil." The British major wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said in a trembling voice. A trace of fear that was hard to conceal clearly emerged on his face.

This major had been through many battles and had accumulated a wealth of battlefield experience, but this time, facing the extremely crazy attack of the rebels, he was almost broken and his inner defenses were almost broken. From his appearance, one could truly feel the madness of the rebels, which was beyond imagination and frightening.

Colonel George carefully observed the expressions of his subordinates. Their terrified eyes and slightly trembling lips all told of the cruelty and horror of the battlefield just now. He knew in his heart that this was no pretense and the situation must be extremely bad.

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and the wrinkles on his face were like ravines, filled with anger and unwillingness.

You know, before this he had made a solemn promise in front of everyone, claiming that with the strength of the British army, it would be a piece of cake to eliminate these rebels, as if those rebels were nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot and were not to be feared at all.

But now, reality gave him a loud slap in the face. He was told that the front line could not be defended at all. This was simply a huge joke, but he could not laugh at this joke. Instead, he was full of resentment, because this was related to the glory of the British army and the safety of the entire war situation.

"Colonel, in addition to this, they also have a large number of heavy-caliber artillery. Their firepower completely overwhelms us." The British major calmed down a little, took a deep breath, and reminded again with a serious expression, his words full of helplessness and despair.

In the battle just now, the power of the rebels' heavy artillery was so terrifying that the shells poured down like raindrops, making the British positions a mess. The originally solid fortifications were blown to pieces in an instant. The soldiers were blown to pieces, screaming in pain. They could not organize any effective resistance and could only passively take the beating.

When Colonel George heard this, a flash of cold light flashed across his eyes, and he immediately understood the reason. "Damn the Soviets." He couldn't help but curse in his heart, his face full of resentment and annoyance.

He knew very well that if the Soviet army had not provided strong support to these rebels behind the scenes and equipped them with so many heavy artillery, those rebels would not have had such powerful firepower. This would undoubtedly add another deadly weapon to the already difficult rebels, making them even more wanton and difficult to deal with on the battlefield.

"I will report the situation here to the headquarters." Colonel George gritted his teeth and spoke with a grim face. He knew very well that he must inform the headquarters of the extremely serious situation on the front line as soon as possible, so that the senior officials above can understand the seriousness of the matter and discuss countermeasures as soon as possible to see if they can reverse this unfavorable situation. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Now, order your men to return to the position immediately and make sure to hold it." Colonel George then raised his voice and gave the order almost like a roar. Although he knew in his heart that it was cruel to let these men who had been frightened return to the position that was like purgatory, he was unwilling to give up the position so easily. In his opinion, soldiers must stick to their duties, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they must never retreat and must do their best to hold on.

"Yes." The British major responded helplessly. Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, military orders were like mountains and he could not afford to disobey in the slightest. He could only bite the bullet, pull himself together, call out to his subordinates who also had fear on their faces, turn around and walk with difficulty towards the position where artillery fire was flying and danger was lurking everywhere.

In the British headquarters, Admiral Cunningham was sitting in a spacious but slightly depressing command room, staring at the battle map on the table, frowning, as if thinking about the next strategic deployment. At this moment, a telegram from the front line was handed to him. He took the telegram and quickly browsed the content. As he read it, his expression froze, his face was full of disbelief, his eyes widened, and it took him a long time to recover. Lost positions one after another? This news was like a bolt from the blue to him. If it weren't for the signature of a familiar frontline officer on the telegram, he would have suspected whether this was false information deliberately fabricated by someone. After all, in his original estimation, even if the rebels had occasionally shown some combat effectiveness before, they had traveled a long distance and faced many difficulties and obstacles along the way, and their logistical supplies must have been fraught with difficulties. According to common sense, they could not cause any big waves or play a big role. At most, they could only cause some minor troubles to the British army. He never expected that they would encounter such a terrible situation of losing positions one after another. This was really hard for him to accept.

"What's going on?" Admiral Kan Anning slammed the table, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out, his brows were wrinkled into the shape of a "川", and his tone was full of questioning and dissatisfaction. He really couldn't understand how things turned out like this, which was completely beyond his understanding.

"They have deployed heavy artillery, and in large numbers." The officer who came to report hurriedly stepped forward and explained nervously. He was also helpless in his heart. The actual situation on the front line was like this. The firepower of the rebels' heavy artillery was too fierce. After rounds of bombardment, the British army had no power to fight back. The positions were bombed to pieces, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The morale was also greatly hit, so the positions were lost one after another. "Damn Soviet army." When Admiral Kananning heard this, he suddenly realized what was going on. He was so angry that he clenched his fists, and his joints turned white because of the force. He said hatefully. He knew very well in his heart that if the Soviet army had not provided a large amount of artillery support to these rebels behind the scenes, how could they have such powerful firepower? Now, the British army, which originally had an advantage and was sure to win, suddenly became precarious and shaky because of the appearance of these heavy artillery. What should we do?

"Send out the air force to destroy these heavy artillery." Admiral Kananning took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and immediately issued an order. He originally planned to reserve the air force for more critical times. After all, the air force has many important uses in the entire combat plan and is a trump card that can only be played at critical moments. But now it seems that the performance of the army on the front line is really unsatisfactory and cannot withstand the fierce attack of the rebels. If you want to save this increasingly decadent situation, you can only send out the air force. As long as you can accurately find and destroy the rebels' artillery positions and make them lose the fire support of heavy artillery, then the next battle will be much easier. At that time, the rebels without heavy artillery will be like lions without sharp claws and teeth, and can only let the British army slaughter them obediently.

"Yes." After receiving the order, the officer immediately turned around to convey the order and began to arrange related matters for the Air Force's deployment.

At the same time, Lu Yuhua, who was far away in Nanning, was in an office that was simply decorated but exuded a bit of mystery. He sat in front of a desk piled with various intelligence documents about the battlefield situation in various places, and his eyes were always focused on the intelligence information related to the North African battlefield, because the direction of the situation on this battlefield played a decisive role in his next plan.

During this period of time, Lu Yuhua has been keeping a low profile, like a chess player hiding in the dark and silently observing the changes in the situation. In addition to carefully arranging many immigration-related matters, ensuring the proper placement of personnel and the orderly progress of various follow-up matters, he has devoted most of his energy to the crucial task of training troops. Especially those newly formed security groups, which have absorbed a large number of recruits with no combat experience. However, after this period of systematic and rigorous training, the military literacy of these recruits has been greatly improved, both in military skills and fighting will. There has been significant progress. Compared with when it was first formed, the combat effectiveness of the entire security group has made a qualitative leap and has been greatly improved. It already has a certain combat capability.

In addition, he also secretly carried out an important measure, which was to sell arms. He had a lot of inexpensive and high-quality German equipment in his hands, and sold these equipment in large quantities through various secret and complex channels. This behavior had a significant impact on various battlefields, effectively easing the battlefield situation that was originally tense to the point of collapse. At least it was not like before, when our troops had no power to fight back against the enemy and were defeated. Now, relying on these German equipment, each unit can at least deal with the Japanese army and have a certain resistance on the battlefield, so as not to be beaten without any resistance.

Moreover, Lu Yuhua cleverly took advantage of the perfect opportunity of selling arms to quietly control a lot of troops. He gradually made these troops obey his command and slowly incorporated them into his sphere of influence through a series of flexible and diverse methods such as providing material assistance, establishing cooperative relationships, and giving military guidance. It can be said that after all this painstaking management and careful layout, Lu Yuhua is now strong and powerful. He only needs a suitable opportunity, an opportunity for him to fully exert his power, show his skills in this ever-changing war situation, and realize his greater ambitions and strategic goals.

"It seems that we need to get more heavy artillery." Lu Yuhua looked at the intelligence about the North African battlefield in his hand, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself thoughtfully. He secretly calculated in his heart that in today's battlefield where wars are raging and the situation is changing rapidly, the power and role of heavy artillery are too critical. It can often change the situation at a critical moment and become a key factor in determining victory or defeat. If more heavy artillery can be obtained, it will have more powerful firepower suppression during combat, occupy a greater advantage on the battlefield, and be more confident to deal with various complex battle situations. He even had the idea of ​​using the giant artillery. After all, there are too many benefits to taking over Alexandria. This is not just as simple as weakening Britain's influence in North Africa. More importantly, once Alexandria is taken, the British side will inevitably fall into extreme panic and anxiety, and will definitely try every means to save the situation. At that time, the US military may have to leave the field and participate in the war in advance, and the entire situation will undergo a major change, developing in a direction that is more favorable to them.

On the Southeast Asian battlefield, Lu Yuhua had racked his brains to think of several ways to change the situation there, such as strengthening intelligence gathering, secretly supporting friendly forces, planning some local raids, etc., but the results were not ideal and did not achieve the effect he expected. Those efforts were like stones thrown into the sea, although there were some ripples, but soon returned to calm. So now, he can only pin his hopes on the North African battlefield. If he can open up the situation here and achieve some key results, the impact on the entire war situation will be too great, and perhaps he can steadily develop in a direction that is more favorable to him as he expected.

"It seems that we still need to help the German army take over Alexandria as soon as possible." Lu Yuhua stood in the house, looking deeply at the military map on the wall, muttering softly, with a look of determination in his eyes. After muttering, he immediately picked up the communication equipment on the table without any hesitation and quickly gave Wang Jun an order, with a serious and unquestionable tone: "Help the German army take over Alexandria at all costs."

For Wang Jun, he had always been worried during the battles, and he was bound by his hands and feet. He had to be careful in many aspects, fearing that something might go wrong and affect the whole battle. But now that he received Lu Yuhua's order, it was as if the shackles on his body were suddenly opened, and he could finally let go and do a great job.

At this moment, he knew very well that what he had to do next was to use all his skills and all available means to go all out to capture the Port of Alexandria. He didn't need to consider all the other trivial concerns anymore. He just needed to move towards this goal with all his heart.

"Notify the air force, prepare to go out and destroy all the invading enemies." Wang Jun immediately issued the order. He knew that he had accumulated a batch of fighter planes during this period and had a certain air combat capability. Now that the British army had already dispatched fighter planes, if he just took the beating without fighting back, he would definitely be passive and could not take the initiative on the battlefield. Therefore, the air force must also participate in the battle, using air power to counter the British air strikes, while also creating favorable conditions for the advancement of ground forces.

"Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinates immediately took it and quickly conveyed the instruction, arranging the air force to make all preparations for the attack. The entire combat unit instantly entered a more tense and active state of preparation for war, and a more intense battle seemed to be about to begin. (End of this chapter)