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

In the British command center, the atmosphere suddenly became tense and depressing. The moment Admiral Canniin received the news from the front line, he stood up suddenly like a lit powder keg, his eyes wide open, and shouted loudly: "Bastards, these natives dared to use special bullets?" The angry roar echoed in the tent, shaking the surrounding staff officers and making them shiver. Everyone could feel the anger burning in the admiral's heart at this moment.

He really never expected that those natives who were not worth mentioning and were like ants in the eyes of the British army would have the courage to use special bullets, which were weapons with great lethality and extremely dangerous. This situation was really beyond his expectations, completely breaking his conventional judgment of the direction of this battle, and it was difficult for him to accept it for a while.

At this moment, the most critical question in his mind was, where did these natives get the special bullets? Many speculations flashed through his mind. Could it be that the Soviet army was secretly supporting them? But were the Soviets confused? Didn't they know what serious and uncontrollable consequences would be caused by using special bullets on the battlefield? Or did they naively think that the British army didn't have such a thing at all? But in fact, for the British army, relying on its own strong military manufacturing capabilities and deep military resource reserves, although special bullets cannot be mass-produced casually, it is not difficult to manufacture them. When needed, they can be arranged in minutes.

Since these natives were so ignorant that they dared to break the tacit rules on the battlefield and use special bullets, Admiral Kanan Ning thought that it was a good opportunity to teach them a lesson and send them to see God. It would also be a good opportunity to give the Soviet army a severe warning and let them understand clearly that this world is not a place where they can reach out their hands at will. As long as they dare to reach out their hands, the British army has enough strength to cut off their outstretched hands and make them pay a heavy price for their reckless behavior. Presumably, after this incident, the Soviet army should be more restrained and dare not think about this matter casually.

Thinking of this, Admiral Kananning did not hesitate at all. His face darkened immediately and he decisively issued an order to counterattack, and he also chose to use special bullets without hesitation. In his opinion, this was to give someone a taste of their own medicine. Since the other party was so unethical and openly violated the rules of war by using special bullets, then as the commander of the British army, he could not swallow this breath and had to retaliate strongly to let the other party know that the British army was not easy to mess with, and those who dared to provoke would have to bear the corresponding consequences.

As this order was quickly delivered, the large-scale artillery positions in the rear of the British army, which were on high alert, became busy in an instant. The artillerymen, with serious expressions, quickly began to load special bullets and carefully adjusted the firing parameters of the artillery to ensure that they could accurately hit the target. Then, deafening noises broke through the sky, and special bullets, with powerful destructive power, flew towards the enemy's positions like the sickle of the god of death. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with smoke and flames, indicating that this battle had entered a more cruel, bloody and variable stage.

On the other side, in the headquarters where Wang Jun was, when he received the telegram about the British army using special bullets, he did not show any surprise or panic on his face, but just said calmly: "It seems that the British army has been forced into a corner, and they have also used special bullets." In his mind, based on his understanding of the British army and the current battlefield situation, it would be really strange if the British army could still hold back and not use special bullets to fight back in the face of such a situation. So when he saw such news at this moment, he was as calm as a rock, not panicking at all, as if everything was developing according to the script he had expected.

"Sir, those natives don't have gas masks." A subordinate came forward with a worried look on his face and reminded carefully, his eyes full of pity and sympathy. After all, those natives are also flesh and blood people. Without the protection of gas masks, facing the attack of special bullets, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death, and their end will definitely be very miserable.

"What does it have to do with me?" Wang Jun just glanced at his subordinates indifferently, his tone was full of indifference and ruthlessness, as if the lives of those natives were as insignificant as ants in his eyes, even if they were all killed, it had nothing to do with him. Moreover, he knew very well that a new batch of natives were continuously sent from the rear, so in his opinion, he had no shortage of these people who could serve as "cannon fodder".

Not only that, Wang Jun also had a more "shrewd" plan in mind. He felt that this was a rare opportunity, and he could use the British to consume more of these natives. There were many benefits to doing this. First, it could reduce the number of so-called "unstable factors" in his eyes. After all, there were many natives, and it was difficult to manage them. Reducing some of them would also save him a lot of worry. Second, it could also consume the British army's ammunition reserves. He was sure that the British would not store a large number of special bullets here. When they had used up all the special bullets in their hands, it would be a great opportunity for him to show his skills and turn the tide of the war. After all, the British had already started using special bullets, so he didn't have to worry about what he did in the future, and he could deal with it freely.

"Send someone to look after the natives who have just been sent here, give them something good to eat, and let them continue to go to the battlefield." Wang Jun gave the order expressionlessly. His expression was as if he was arranging something very ordinary. He did not care at all about the life and death dangers that the natives were about to face. In his eyes, these natives were just tools to achieve his goals.

"Yes." The subordinate responded helplessly. Although he felt sympathy for the natives and thought that this approach was cruel, military orders were as strong as mountains, so he could only bite the bullet and turn around to carry out the orders.

At the front line of the British army, the scene at this moment seemed to have a sense of "revenge". A group of British soldiers stood on the battlefield, looking at the position opposite that was shrouded in billowing smoke from the explosion of special bullets. Many of them showed a trace of relief on their faces, as if the anger in their hearts had finally been released. After all, according to normal war rules, it is strictly forbidden to use special bullets on the battlefield. This is a rule that everyone knows and tacitly abides by, but there are always some unruly and reckless guys who will break this rule and use special bullets without authorization. For this kind of situation, the attitude that the British army has always adhered to is that it must be severely retaliated and must not be tolerated. After all, the strong military and industrial strength of the British Empire is there, and making special bullets is like a daily routine for them, which is not a difficult task at all.

"Kill these damn natives." A British soldier shouted loudly with a face full of indignation. He gritted his teeth and looked as if he had an irreconcilable hatred towards these natives. In his opinion, the use of special bullets by these natives was an unforgivable sin.

"I believe that after this time, they will not dare to use special bullets again." Another British soldier echoed. He felt that after this powerful counterattack by the British army, the natives would definitely be scared out of their wits and would never dare to touch the bottom line of the British army again.

"Maybe they are all dead." Another British soldier speculated. In their opinion, the special bullets were so powerful, and the natives had no protective measures, so they might have been wiped out by now.

"It's possible." The soldiers around nodded in agreement. Everyone discussed it one after another, and they all felt that the British counterattack this time would definitely make the natives suffer, and they would never dare to act rashly again.

But who would have thought that while they were discussing heatedly, they heard the dull and chilling voice again. The voice seemed to be a call from hell, slowly spreading in the air, making people's hearts tighten suddenly. "Damn it, it's a special bullet again, put on your mask quickly." The British veteran who reacted quickly turned pale in an instant, and shouted loudly, while shouting and frantically reaching for his gas mask. His panic-stricken look formed a sharp contrast with his relieved expression just now. He knew very well that if this special bullet fell again, the consequences would be disastrous. If he was not careful, everyone present might be in danger of their lives.

"Damn it! How dare they fire special bullets?" Some British soldiers were shocked and angry, their eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief. They really couldn't understand why these natives dared to continue firing special bullets after suffering such a fierce counterattack from the British army. Did they really want to die? They were full of doubts and anger, but they couldn't find the answer for a while.

"Oh my God, how many are there?" The British recruits were frightened. Their faces were as pale as paper and they couldn't help muttering. They were both afraid and curious. They really couldn't understand where these natives got so many special bullets. But at this moment, there was a panic all around and no one could answer their doubts.

On the rough sea, Admiral Raeder was sitting in the naval command room. When he received the telegram from Wang Jun, which said that the British had used special bullets and had no choice but to retaliate in kind, he was stunned, with a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face. He really couldn't understand what they had done to force the British to use special bullets. It was too incredible.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that they have already reached the port?

If this is the case, it means that the war has become very intense, and their navy really needs to work harder. It is impossible for the combined navies of the three countries to be inferior to the combat effectiveness of a group of natives. That would be too embarrassing. How can they gain a foothold in the international arena then? So no matter what, they have to be fully prepared to deal with the current situation.

In the command room of the naval battleship, Admiral Raeder frowned, his eyes revealing determination. He knew that the current battle situation did not allow for any hesitation, so he decisively gave the order loudly: "Increase the intensity of the attack and do not be stingy with the shells." At this moment, each round of artillery bombardment could become the key to changing the situation of the battle. Only by suppressing the opponent with more intense firepower can the stalemate be broken and more advantages be gained for one's side.

"Also urge our submarine forces to find a way to reach the Mediterranean. We need them." Admiral Raeder added seriously, his voice full of urgency. Submarine forces have always played a unique and critical role in naval battles. With their excellent concealment, they can quietly approach the enemy fleet and then launch an unexpected attack, often inflicting a heavy blow to the enemy at a critical moment. Now that the battle is so intense, it has reached a stage where we must go all out. Admiral Raeder knows very well that those trump cards that were originally kept as secret weapons can no longer be hidden. They must all be put into this battle to play their due role.

"Tell the Italian and French fleets that if we take the port, we will share the benefits with them." Marshal Raeder paced back and forth, thinking. He was clear in his mind. At this critical moment, if he wanted the Italian and French fleets to use all their strength to help him fight, it would not work just by empty words. He had to show them real and attractive benefits to impress them.

Marshal Raeder also knew that he did not have much on hand that could be used as bargaining chips. After much thought, the only thing he could consider was the interests of the port in front of him.

But don't underestimate this port. It is one of the most important ports in North Africa. Its strategic position is extremely important. It controls the shipping routes in the surrounding waters and is a key hub connecting trade between all parties. From the perspective of economic value, countless merchant ships pass through it every year, bringing considerable trade revenue.

Therefore, Admiral Raeder was certain that after weighing the pros and cons, the Italian and French fleets would not easily give up such a rare opportunity to gain huge benefits. They would definitely do their best in this battle for the sake of this benefit.

As it turned out, they were indeed moved.

Because the benefits are so huge.

Even the Italian Navy clamored to continue to increase its troops. (End of this chapter)