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

In the outer position outside the port of Alexandria in North Africa, in the combat command post, Wang Jun's brows were tightly furrowed, his face full of displeasure. He looked sharply at his subordinates in front of him, and said with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone: "Hasn't it been taken down yet?" These brief words were like a heavy hammer, knocking everyone on the scene, and also fully demonstrated his extreme dissatisfaction with the slow progress of the battle at the moment.

You know, this battle has assembled nearly 100,000 troops, which is an extremely large military force. It was thought that with such a strong force, it would be easy to capture the target port. But who would have thought that the battle has lasted for a whole week, and the troops are still trapped in the outer positions of the port, turning back and forth like headless flies, and have never made any substantial breakthroughs. How could Wang Jun not be anxious and angry about this slow progress?
Moreover, the amount of food and ammunition consumed every day is simply an astronomical figure that is staggering. It is like a huge black hole, constantly devouring various resources. If it continues to consume without any progress, I am afraid that the first to collapse and fall into despair will be Wang Jun. After all, resources will eventually run out. By then, let alone completing the combat mission, even maintaining the current combat situation will become extremely difficult, and all kinds of terrible consequences are simply unimaginable.

"Sir, the British resistance is beyond our expectations. It will probably take some time to take the port." The subordinate shook his head helplessly and explained hurriedly. They fought hand-to-hand with the British army on the front line. In the past few days, they have really felt the intensity of the British resistance. The battle scene was extremely tragic. The British army relied on solid fortifications, tenacious fighting will and flexible tactics to defend every inch of the position tightly, forcing the attacking party to pay a huge price for every step forward and encounter many obstacles, which led to the current situation where the port could not be taken.

"That's not a reason." Wang Jun shook his head again without hesitation, his dissatisfaction becoming more obvious. He said in a serious and unquestionable tone, "We don't have enough time to wait here." He knew clearly that the key to this operation was whether the port could be taken quickly, which was directly related to whether a series of subsequent strategic plans could be successfully implemented. If they were delayed here for too long, the entire strategic layout would collapse like dominoes, and the impact would be global and devastating, so they had to speed up the offensive rhythm and achieve their goals as soon as possible.

"We must take over the port as quickly as possible. This is related to our future strategy." Wang Jun emphasized again with a firm tone and eyes that revealed an unquestionable determination, which made his subordinates deeply aware of the urgency and seriousness of the matter.

Hearing this, the subordinates looked at each other, exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "If this is the case, I'm afraid we have to use some special means." As soon as these words came out, the already solemn atmosphere in the command post became even more depressing, as if a thick layer of dark clouds had covered it, making people feel breathless. After all, everyone knew that the so-called "special means" must be unconventional, risky, and potentially serious.

"Special means?" Wang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then he looked at the complicated and somewhat unspeakable expressions of his subordinates, and instantly understood. The so-called special means is to use special bullets. The power of this special bullet is indeed not to be underestimated. Once used on the battlefield, the destructive effect is often considerable. Perhaps it can really rely on its powerful lethality to quickly break the deadlock in front of us and successfully capture the port.

However, this special bullet cannot be used at will, and the consequences are extremely serious. After all, the British army is not easy to fool. They are experienced and experienced troops. Once they realize that special bullets are used, they will definitely try every means to retaliate. At that time, the war will probably escalate instantly and fall into a more intense and cruel confrontation. Moreover, in the process of using special bullets, if the key factors such as the timing, location, and quantity of the release are not well controlled, it is easy to cause a series of uncontrollable situations, such as accidentally injuring one's own personnel, or causing greater damage, which will really cause big problems.

Perhaps he saw the doubt and worry in Wang Jun's eyes, so the subordinate lowered his voice and said carefully: "Sir, we can let those natives do it." This moved Wang Jun's heart. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was indeed a seemingly clever plan. Letting those natives operate and use special bullets, even if there are problems later, it will be difficult for the outside world to directly blame them. If there are serious consequences, the natives can be pushed out as scapegoats and let them take the blame. In this way, they can achieve the goal of breaking through the British defense line and taking the port with the help of special bullets, and cleverly avoid responsibility and get themselves out of trouble. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Wang Jun nodded slightly and said in a steady tone: "Just do as you say."

"Yes." The subordinates responded in unison, and then quickly arranged the relevant matters according to the established plan. An operation full of conspiracy and danger was quietly launched in secret.

Not long after, the atmosphere on the British position seemed relatively relaxed. After all, after days of fierce fighting, they finally had a moment of respite. Standing on the position, looking at the piles of native corpses in the distance, the British soldiers couldn't help but joke with each other, trying to relieve the tense and depressed mood on the battlefield.

"There are about 30,000 to 40,000 natives killed in the past few days, right?" A British soldier said with emotion as he looked at the piles of corpses. The scene was really shocking. The corpses all over the mountains seemed to be silently telling the cruelty of the battle.

"Of course there are. Don't you see they are piled up like a mountain outside?" another British soldier echoed, his face full of fatigue and helplessness. They have been dealing with the overwhelming attacks of the natives in the past few days. They are already exhausted both physically and mentally. At this moment, they can only relax their tense nerves through such jokes.

"Damn it, there are just too many of these natives. We can't kill them all." Another British soldier couldn't help but complain, with a hint of annoyance and helplessness in his words. Those natives seemed endless, pouring up in wave after wave, keeping their defensive pressure high. It was really a headache.

"Yes, we are still too kind." Another British soldier joked. Everyone wanted to use this slightly joking way to temporarily relieve themselves from the tense combat state, even if it was only for a short moment.

"Have you noticed anything wrong?" At this moment, a British soldier suddenly frowned, a puzzled look on his face, and asked. He always felt that the atmosphere around him was a little too quiet at the moment, so quiet that it made people feel a little uneasy, as if some danger was quietly approaching.

"What do you mean?" The sergeant next to him looked at him puzzledly. In the sergeant's opinion, it was normal for the surroundings to be quiet now that they finally had a break, so he didn't understand why this guy suddenly asked this question, and thought that he might be a little too sensitive. "Too quiet." The British soldier said, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find the source of his uneasiness, but he found nothing for a while, but the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger. In the past, the intervals between battles were not as quiet as they are now, so abnormal.

"Isn't this normal? The enemy has lost so many people, they must rest for two days. We can sleep well for the next two days." The sergeant shook his head and said nonchalantly. He felt that this was a common situation on the battlefield. The enemy suffered such a big loss, they must stop to catch their breath, rest their troops, replenish supplies and so on. So he felt that his subordinates were just thinking too much.

Obviously, the sergeant did not take this abnormality seriously and thought it was just a temporary calm. He did not realize that danger was approaching quietly without his knowledge.

"But, according to past experience, the enemy should use artillery to bombard our positions at this time." The British soldier did not think so. He asked back. The uneasy feeling in his heart kept lingering. He always felt that there seemed to be some huge danger hidden behind this calm. In the past, during every break in the battle, the enemy would use artillery to harass or launch a new round of attacks, but this time it was so quiet, which was really against common sense.

"Maybe they have run out of shells. They have fired at least ten tons of shells these days. It's not easy to transport so many shells over such a long distance." The veteran next to them heard the conversation between the two and took the initiative to explain. With his many years of combat experience, he thought it was common sense that the other side's shell reserves were probably insufficient, so there was no movement at this moment.

Hearing this, many British soldiers nodded, thinking that what the old soldier said made sense. The uneasy mood in their hearts was also slightly relieved, and they began to believe that it might be because the other side really had no shells, which was why it was so quiet.

But just when the British soldier who spoke earlier wanted to argue a few more words and talk about the lingering doubts in his heart, suddenly, a dull voice broke the temporary calm. The voice slowly spread in the air, sounding particularly dull, as if carrying a depressing and dangerous atmosphere, which made people's hearts suddenly tighten.

"Strange, why is the sound so dull? It sounds a bit like the sound of a special bullet." An old British soldier frowned instantly when he heard the sound, his face full of doubts, and he muttered to himself. They are veterans who have been through many battles and experienced countless battles. They are as familiar with the sounds of artillery of various calibers as their own hands. They can often accurately distinguish what kind of artillery is firing just by listening to the sound. The sound he heard at this moment was so dull, obviously different from the regular artillery sounds he usually heard. This made him feel a bad premonition in his heart, as if some disaster was about to happen.

"Damn it, it's a special bullet." Another British veteran turned pale in the face and shouted in horror. He recognized it at once. The dull sound was exactly the sound made when a special bullet was fired. He knew very well that once this special bullet fell, the destructive power it brought would be devastating. Everyone on the position would face huge danger. If things went wrong, there would be a large number of casualties and the entire position might be razed to the ground.

Most of the new recruits nearby had never experienced such a situation before, and were immediately frightened by the sudden roar and the dull sound. They stood there blankly, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with fear and confusion, not knowing what to do at all. It was as if time had stopped at this moment, and only the chilling dull sound was left echoing in the air.

"Oh my God, are they crazy? How dare they use special bullets?" Some of the British veterans who came to their senses first widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief, and screamed at the top of their voices, their voices full of anger and fear. They never thought that the other side would dare to use such means. This is an extremely bad and dangerous behavior on the battlefield, which is completely beyond the scope of conventional combat and can easily lead to uncontrollable disastrous consequences.

"Hurry, put on your gas mask." The veterans shouted anxiously, and frantically tried to get their own gas masks. Their movements were quick and frantic, and their eyes were full of tension and urgency. They knew that once the special bomb exploded, the various toxic and harmful substances released would be fatal. At this moment, saving lives was the most important thing.

"Hurry up, what are you still standing there for?" The veterans looked at the dazed and at a loss recruits beside them, and shouted anxiously, wishing they could go up and help them put on the gas masks. Every second of delay could mean the difference between life and death.

"Are you stupid?" Some old soldiers couldn't help but scold loudly. They were extremely anxious at the moment and couldn't bear to see the dazed look of the recruits. At this critical moment of life and death, any delay could put everyone in a desperate situation.

Fortunately, the British army was well-equipped on weekdays, especially key equipment such as gas masks for special situations. Almost every soldier was equipped with them, which was a blessing in disguise. After everyone hurriedly put on their gas masks, the tense and depressing atmosphere did not ease at all. After all, the use of special bullets had broken the original rules and balance on the battlefield, causing the British army from top to bottom to have a mental breakdown.

"Damn it, we must fight back." A British colonel shouted angrily with a red face and veins popping out on his forehead. His eyes were full of determination and fierceness. In his opinion, the other party's use of special bullets was simply unforgivable. We must not just sit there and wait for death. We must take strong counterattack measures to let the other party also taste the taste of being attacked. We must not let the other party act so recklessly. (End of this chapter)