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

On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames, news always blows like a mysterious wind, stirring up waves inadvertently.

"I didn't expect that the Italian army would provide us with artillery support?" The moment Wang Jun heard the news, his face was instantly filled with surprise. He really didn't expect that the Italian army would take the initiative to lend a helping hand and provide artillery support, and the intensity of the firepower was quite considerable.

Originally, in his mind, the friendly words spoken by the Italian army before were most likely just common polite greetings on the battlefield, just like bubbles floating on the surface, which would burst with a poke. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Italian army actually used real artillery shells to prove their "sincerity."

This sudden situation made Wang Jun even more confused. He couldn't help but wonder: What exactly is the Italian army thinking behind this action?
Could it be that they wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers, hoping to wait until both sides were defeated by the British army, and then come out to pick up the ready-made advantage? Humph, Wang Jun snorted in his heart. If the Italian army had this idea, then they really underestimated him. He was not a soft persimmon that could be easily manipulated. However, what if the Italian army did not have such ill intentions, but sincerely wanted to cooperate? If this was the case, then it was not something that could not be considered at all. After all, in this complex and unpredictable battlefield, one more ally meant one more help and more chances of winning.

"Commander, what should we do?" The curious question from his subordinates broke Wang Jun's brief meditation. They were also confused by the Italian army's actions, just like being lost in a foggy forest. They urgently hoped that Wang Jun could give clear instructions.

"What should we do? Since the Italians have so many shells, let them share some of the burden for us." Wang Jun showed a nonchalant look on his face, and his tone was free and confident. In his opinion, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and all kinds of calculations and strategies emerge in an endless stream, but no matter what, there is an iron rule that is eternal and unchanging, that is, strength determines everything. No matter what kind of calculations the Italian army has behind them, as long as we have strong strength and enough confidence, no matter what conspiracy and tricks the other side uses, it will ultimately be nothing but a bamboo basket to draw water.

"Yes." When the officers heard Wang Jun's response, they nodded in understanding. Then they said no more and turned to implement the relevant combat arrangements. They were ready to use the Italian army's artillery support to give the British army a good blow and let them taste their power.

This incident really put the British soldiers on the battlefield in dire straits. They were already exhausted from the fierce battle with the native troops. They thought that after repelling the Italian army, they could relax a little and concentrate on dealing with the offensive of the natives. Who would have thought that after being repelled, the Italian army not only did not withdraw from the battlefield in disgrace, but instead hid in the rear and continuously provided artillery support to the attacking natives. The shells whistled across the sky and exploded "flowers of death" on the British positions, which instantly doubled the pressure on the British army and made them suffer a lot.

Now, the British army only needed to focus on dealing with the relatively easy-to-deal-with artillery fire of the natives, but now they had to face the Italian artillery at the same time, being attacked from both sides. The British artillerymen suddenly felt the pressure like a mountain, exhausted from parrying, frowning, and anxious. They knew very well that if they concentrated all their firepower to attack an artillery position and tried to break this passive situation, the position of their own artillery position would inevitably be exposed. In this battlefield full of gunfire and danger, once the position is exposed, it is equivalent to exposing their vital points to the enemy, and the enemy will definitely take the opportunity to swarm up and launch a fierce attack, and then it will really be a disaster. In desperation, the British artillery could only grit their teeth and let the infantry on the position share more of the pressure, hoping to distract the enemy's attention through the infantry's firepower cover, minimize the threats faced by their side, and barely maintain this shaky line of defense.

With such powerful reinforcements as the Italian artillery, the natives on the battlefield were like being injected with a shot of cardiotonic, and their combat effectiveness suddenly increased a lot. The soldiers were originally a little uneasy, but at this moment, the sound of the continuous explosion of artillery behind them completely ignited their courage and fighting spirit in their chests. Morale was like a lit gunpowder barrel, soaring up, and the shouts of killing were higher and higher, shaking the earth. With this high morale, they launched wave after wave of fierce charges towards the British positions like a surging tide, unstoppable. Under this fierce offensive, the natives successively conquered many of the British fortifications, causing the British army to be in chaos and retreat step by step.

Faced with such a favorable change in the war situation, how could Wang Jun easily let go of this rare opportunity? He had a sharp gaze and acted decisively. He did not hesitate to immediately press on the elite troops that had been ready to go. As soon as this elite force appeared on the scene, it was like a tiger descending from a mountain, instantly changing the situation on the battlefield. Their combat effectiveness was extremely strong. They rushed around on the battlefield as if they were in an unmanned area. Wherever they went, the British army was simply unable to resist and fled in defeat. Moreover, their tactical movements were extremely standard, whether it was the rapid penetration and flexible encirclement during the attack, or the steady and coordinated defense, or the precise and orderly cover, every link showed a very high military quality, which made people's eyes light up and couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Are these still the same natives?" On the other side of the battlefield, many Italian officers were watching the action on the front battlefield intently. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but let out a low cry of surprise, with an expression of disbelief on their faces. In their previous impression, although the native troops were quite brave in battle, their tactical actions seemed to be rough and casual, without any rules. However, the native troops in front of them seemed to have been reborn, and they were completely different from before.

"This action is very standard, far beyond the general troops, even stronger than our elite troops." An Italian officer said with wide eyes, full of amazement, his words revealing deep shock and confusion. After hearing this, the other officers nodded in agreement, and everyone was secretly speculating in their hearts that maybe the indigenous troops they saw before were just "smoke bombs" used to confuse the British army, and the one in front of them was the real hidden and elite main force.

At the same time, some Italian officers could not help but fall into deep thought. They began to ponder the combat methods of the indigenous army. Previously, the indigenous people always let a large number of soldiers rush forward like cannon fodder without any rules, and fight against the British army head-on, resulting in a large number of casualties. Was all this premeditated? Was it to deliberately consume the British soldiers' spirit and blunt their edge, thus laying the groundwork for the current fierce attack? If this is really the case, then the commander who is commanding these indigenous soldiers to fight is definitely a far-sighted and excellent military talent. Such a clever tactical arrangement is really admirable. On the British position, the British soldiers at this moment are really complaining, and they have a severe headache. Especially those veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles and are experienced. They are also majestic and fearless on the battlefield on weekdays, but now under the fierce attack of this elite indigenous force, they are beaten without any power to fight back and can't raise their heads at all. Recalling the previous battles, some of them were able to stand up without fear, relying on their superb shooting skills to engage in fierce shooting with the native army, trying to suppress the other side. But now, facing the natives' accurate shooting skills as if they had eyes, and their fierce offensive that made people breathless, they no longer have the confidence and courage of the past. Like frightened quails, they were beaten and could only huddle tightly behind the bunkers, not daring to breathe, for fear that if they showed their heads, they would be hit by the whistling bullets and lose their lives.

"This should be the elite force of the natives. It is obvious that the previous troops were cannon fodder. The purpose is to consume us." An old British soldier was so angry that his face turned red and his eyes were blazing. He shouted indignantly, his voice full of anger and unwillingness. He never thought that he had been calculated by the other party for so long. He was so angry in his heart.

"Damn it, I need ammunition." At this time, a British soldier shouted anxiously, with a hint of despair in his voice. They had used up most of the ammunition in their hands during the long and intense shooting. Seeing that the offensive of the elite indigenous troops was getting more and more fierce, they had no ammunition. How could they resist? They were very anxious.

"I need it too. I'm out of ammunition." Other British soldiers also shouted loudly. The shouts echoed one after another on the position, and the entire British position fell into panic in an instant.

The soldiers were all extremely worried about the ammunition shortage, but it was not easy to replenish the ammunition in time in this battlefield filled with flames and smoke. They could only continue to endure the double fierce attacks from the indigenous army and Italian artillery fire in anxiety and helplessness, struggling to hold on, hoping for a miracle to happen.

"Hold on, the logistics department is transporting ammunition." British commanders at all levels shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to use such words to give the soldiers a shot of adrenaline, to calm their panicked hearts, and to do their best to stabilize the morale that was already as shaky as a candle in the wind.

They knew very well that this was the critical moment that would determine victory or defeat, and the military's morale must not be disrupted. Once the morale completely collapsed, there would be no chance of winning this battle, and a tragic defeat would inevitably await them.

But the reality was extremely cruel. Although the commanders did their best to boost morale, the situation on the battlefield still deteriorated rapidly in a direction that was unfavorable to the British army. The successive bombings were like surging waves, one wave after another, ruthlessly sweeping towards the British positions. The shells pierced the sky with a sharp whistle, and then fell heavily on the ground, exploding instantly, raising dust and pungent smoke that covered the sky, and the entire position was shrouded in chaos. The British army was dizzy from the fierce bombing, but they were really at their wits' end. They could not come up with any more effective countermeasures, and could only helplessly passively take the beating in the hail of bullets.

The faces of the soldiers were filled with fear and helplessness. The original fighting spirit was completely worn out by the deafening explosions, and the morale also plummeted, as if they were riding an out-of-control slide and falling straight to the bottom of the valley. Especially after waiting for a while, the ammunition they had high hopes for still had no news and was not delivered. The guns in the hands of the soldiers gradually became cold, because there were only a few bullets left, and the artillery was silent, becoming useless decorations. They could only watch the enemy approaching like a tide, and the shouting and killing that was getting closer and closer was like the call of the god of death, filling everyone's heart with despair.

Finally, the psychological defenses of some British soldiers could no longer withstand such tremendous pressure. They collapsed, no longer caring about military orders and discipline, and began to retreat regardless of everything. In their minds, as long as they could retreat to the inner city, they would be in a safe harbor. After all, the inner city had carefully built and impregnable fortifications. With those thick walls, solid fortresses and intricate defense facilities, it should not be a problem to hold the existing position. It was much better than staying here and waiting to die without any resistance.

When the other British soldiers saw their companions start to retreat, they also lost their resolve to hold on, wavered, and followed the others to run back. The British commanders witnessed the chaotic scene and knew that they were powerless to save the situation. Forcibly stopping them would only make the situation worse, so they had no choice but to seize this opportunity and choose to retreat with the main force. In an instant, the British position was in a mess. The originally neat and orderly defense line collapsed in an instant. The soldiers pushed and shoved each other and rushed to the direction of the inner city. Their embarrassed appearance completely lost their former majesty.

Wang Jun happened to see this scene. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of surprise on his face. He secretly sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect that this position could be taken so easily. I originally thought it would be an extremely difficult and fierce battle. After all, the British army has always been known for its tenacious fighting power. In previous battles, it has caused us a lot of trouble. But now it has retreated so easily. This is really unexpected." However, Wang Jun quickly came to his senses and thought to himself that no matter what, it was a good thing to be able to successfully take the position. Next, we must plan the next move carefully and not take it lightly. (End of this chapter)