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

In the command center in Alexandria which was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere, Admiral Kananning was so angry that his face turned blue, his eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He roared at his subordinates in front of him at the top of his lungs: "Damn it, you can't even beat a group of natives?" The roar was like rolling thunder, exploding in this small space, making everyone's eardrums hurt. The air in the entire command center seemed to solidify in an instant, leaving only the admiral's angry roar echoing.

The subordinates were terrified when they heard such a harsh and angry rebuke. They lowered their heads even lower and dared not even think of refuting. After all, facts speak louder than words. They did lose the battle with the natives. Every word Admiral Kananning said ruthlessly hit the reality. They really couldn't find any reason to excuse themselves.

"Can anyone tell me why? We can defeat the Italian army, but not a bunch of natives?" Admiral Kananning's expression was still as cold as ice. His eyes swept through everyone like a cold light, full of a complex mixture of confusion, disappointment and anger. From the moment he learned of the defeat, this question was like a tangled mess that could not be untied, tightly entangled in his heart, leaving him puzzled.

However, the subordinates in front of them just looked at each other, all with helpless and confused faces, and no one could stand up to answer the general's question. The reason is very simple. They themselves are also confused about this and are also wondering in their hearts. Is it possible that the strength of the Italian army is weaker than that of the natives? This is obviously an extremely absurd idea. Italy is one of the famous powers in the world. In terms of military equipment, it is advanced and sophisticated; in terms of military training, it also has a strict system and high standards; in terms of combat experience, it has accumulated a lot of experience in many wars. From all aspects, they should not be weaker than those natives, but the reality is so cruel that they are actually defeated by the natives. This is undoubtedly a paradox that makes people headache. No one can give a convincing explanation.

"Commander, this time the natives have received artillery support from the Italian army. With their existing artillery fire, their firepower far exceeds ours." At this time, one of the subordinates finally mustered up great courage and spoke carefully, his voice trembling slightly, with a hint of uneasiness, fearing that this would anger Admiral Kananning, who was already furious. He thought to himself, perhaps this could be considered a relatively reasonable explanation for the current situation. After all, on the battlefield, the strength of firepower often plays a crucial role in victory or defeat.

Hearing this, Admiral Kanan Ning's face, which was twisted by anger, finally eased a little, and his frowning brows also relaxed a little. The reason why he changed like this was actually to find a reason to save face and calm down the rage burning in his heart. He knew in his heart that his subordinates had indeed tried their best. The deafening and seemingly endless sound of artillery fire outside the city was real and could not be faked. The density and intensity of the enemy's artillery fire were clearly there, and it was indeed far greater than that of his own side. Under such a huge disparity in firepower suppression, it seemed that it was barely understandable that he could not win. So from the beginning, although he was extremely angry about the result of such a defeat, he was actually mentally prepared for this situation. He just didn't expect to be defeated so quickly and so miserably.

After seeing that Admiral Kan Anning's face looked better, another subordinate bravely asked again: "Commander, should we withdraw our troops now? The enemy is pressing forward step by step, constantly squeezing our defense line." The subordinate frowned, his face full of worry. He knew that the current situation had reached an extremely critical moment. Every second of delay could make the situation worse. He had to determine a response plan as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Admiral Kan'an Ning's brows, which had just relaxed a little, knitted tightly again. He knew in his heart how dangerous the situation was, but he was really helpless and couldn't think of any particularly good way to deal with it. The most critical reason for this was the three-nation naval fleet that was lurking like a ghost on the sea. They were like a few invisible big hands, firmly holding Admiral Kan'an Ning's energy, making it impossible for him to fully deal with the tense situation on land.

If the three naval fleets had not caused him trouble at sea and constantly distracted his attention, he would not be so worried and troubled now. If he did not have this worry, relying on the powerful and deterrent naval guns in the port, he could have calmly dealt with the enemy outside the city. Even if he could not quickly repel the enemy, he could rely on the firepower advantage of the naval guns to stalemate with them for a long time, and he would not be suppressed by the enemy like now and fall into such a passive situation.

However, the current reality does not allow him to have the slightest illusion. He must always be vigilant and pay close attention to every move from the sea. He must not let go of any slightest disturbance and be on guard against whether the Three Kingdoms' naval fleet will suddenly launch an attack and bring disaster to his side. At the same time, he must always pay attention to whether the enemy will seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the land side, break through the defense line and take the port in one fell swoop. This difficult situation with wolves in front and tigers behind requires him to consider too many factors. Every decision must be made with great caution and without any room for error.

"We should temporarily withdraw our forces and increase the intensity of our artillery fire. We must not fall behind the enemy. Also, the naval guns can provide appropriate support." Admiral Kanan Ning was silent for a long time. After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he slowly spoke with helplessness and determination in his tone. This was the most feasible response he could think of after racking his brains in the current difficult situation.

"Yes." After hearing the order, everyone responded in unison, and then hurriedly went to convey the order and began to carry out the corresponding troop deployment and combat arrangements according to the instructions.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wang Jun stood very close to the coveted port. Looking at the target that gradually became clear before his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the smile on his face became brighter, and his eyes were full of joy and anticipation of the upcoming victory, as if the port was already firmly in his hands, and he only had one step left to take it down completely.

"Sir, the Italian army sent a representative and said they want to share the credit." At this moment, a subordinate standing next to Wang Jun said in a low voice with an unhappy look on his face. There was a strong sense of dissatisfaction and disdain in his words, as if the Italian army had made an extremely absurd and excessive request.

"What? Sharing the credit? Are they crazy?" Wang Jun's eyes widened upon hearing this, his face full of shock and disbelief. He had never expected that the Italian army would be so shameless as to make such a request. The joy in his heart was instantly wiped out by the sudden news, and was replaced by an uncontrollable anger burning in his chest.

Want to share the credit? What on earth were the Italians thinking? They only provided some artillery support in the rear in this battle. The ones who really charged in the front line, fought bloody battles with the British, and fought through hardships and dangers to get to this position step by step were all their own people. What qualifications and face do they have to share the credit? Wang Jun became more and more angry as he thought about it. He cursed the Italians in his heart and thought secretly: These bastards are really shameless. They haven't even completely taken over the port, but they are eager to grab the credit. They really think that this victory is something they can easily get their hands on. Thinking of this, Wang Jun's face became extremely ugly, as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and it seemed that fire could be spewed out of his eyes, and the anger almost overflowed his entire chest.

"They said that this attack was due to their contribution and that they provided fire support, so they must take half of the credit." Seeing Wang Jun's face look so bad, the subordinates hurriedly lowered their voices and explained carefully. In their hearts, they were also indignant about the Italian army's unreasonable demands and felt that they were really going too far.

"Apart from this?" Wang Jun's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart as he continued to ask word by word. He had a bad feeling in his heart that the Italian army's demands might not stop there, and there must be something even more unacceptable.

"Also, if we take over the port, they must share half of the wealth." The subordinate whispered again, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice. After all, such a request was too shameless and too excessive, and anyone who heard it would feel angry.

Hearing this, Wang Jun's face darkened again, and his complexion became as black as the bottom of a pot. The anger in his heart suddenly surged to the peak. He cursed in his heart: These Italian soldiers are so shameless. They didn't contribute much during the war, but when it comes to dividing the benefits, they become so active and are quite good at grabbing the credit. They really think others are fools.

Wang Jun was so angry that he was speechless for a while. He stood there for a long time, repeatedly weighing how to respond to the Italian army's unreasonable request. After a long time, he waved his hand helplessly and said in a cold and firm tone: "Tell them that half is too much." His words revealed an unquestionable attitude. He would not easily agree to the Italian army's excessive request. He had to let them know that this victory was not something they could divide as they wished. If they wanted to gain benefits from it, they had to first weigh how much effort they had made.

"Ah? Really agree?" After hearing Wang Jun's words, the subordinate stood still in a moment, his face full of astonishment, and his mind was a little confused for a moment. In his impression, his superior has always acted decisively. Faced with such an unreasonable request, he would definitely refuse it without hesitation, which is in line with his usual style. But now the situation is really too abnormal, why did he agree? This is simply too unreasonable, just like the sun rising from the west is unbelievable.

The subordinate kept wondering in his heart, thinking secretly, is it possible that the commander just said this in anger to scare the Italian army? But he secretly looked at Wang Jun's expression and saw that he looked stern and his eyes were firm, without any sign of joking or angry words. This made him even more confused, and he had no idea what the commander was up to.

"What? Do you think what I said is false?" Wang Jun noticed the doubtful and slightly hesitant look of his subordinates, frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and glanced at his subordinates expressionlessly, and asked in a flat tone but with an unquestionable questioning tone.

"Uh, no." The subordinate was glared at by the cold eyes, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, a wave of panic surged into his mind, and he hurriedly stammered in response, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to continue. He could only awkwardly utter these two words and stood there at a loss, feeling very embarrassed.

"Then why are you wasting your time? Go and tell them that it's impossible to have a 50% chance. One fifth at most is the maximum, unless they are willing to continue sending troops." Wang Jun's face darkened and his voice became cold. There was a majesty in his words that could not be disobeyed. It was obvious that he had thought it over carefully and made the decision right away. He didn't want to listen to his subordinates hesitating and discussing it in a long-winded manner.

"But, their fighting capacity..." At this time, another subordinate frowned and raised an objection with a worried look on his face. When the Italian army's fighting capacity was mentioned, everyone present couldn't help but complain in their hearts. After all, they had witnessed the terrible performance of the Italian army on the battlefield before. They had no rules when attacking, and the morale of the soldiers was low. When they encountered a slightly fierce counterattack from the British army, they were defeated and fled in panic. Their fighting capacity was so weak that it was unbearable to look at. So at this moment, when they heard that the Italian army was going to continue to send troops, everyone instinctively had a strong resistance in their hearts, thinking that this would undoubtedly hinder their side.

"The combat effectiveness can be improved." Wang Jun just shook his head slightly and said in a steady tone. He had his own considerations in mind. Although the previous performance of the Italian army was indeed not satisfactory, he felt that as long as strict training was carried out in the future, the army was reasonably reorganized, and effective tactical arrangements were formulated according to the actual situation, the combat effectiveness of the Italian army still had a lot of room for improvement. We can't completely exclude them because of their previous poor performance. After all, the current primary goal is to successfully capture the port. More help always means more chances of winning. We can't be too concerned about the past now. (End of this chapter)