Chapter 641 must end before sunset tomorrow!

April 13th, London.

Unlike the famous Whitehall Naval Department, which is full of reporters every day, the British Army Department is sparsely populated. The guards still change their posts on time every day, with vigilance, but they see almost only a few familiar faces.

Jeffrey Moon stood at the mouth of the army department with a pen and notepad. He was a reporter for the Times and one of the few journalists who had been covering the army for a long time since the beginning of the war. Although he also loved the navy and knew that the navy was the life of Britain, he preferred those who relied on their feet to win the country little by little. Infantry.

Britain has never attached importance to the army. At this time, many people realized that if Marshal Kitchinner had not armed such a huge army despite opposition before the war, Britain might have lost the war.

The navy, which consumed too many resources, has not been able to open the situation for a long time. Except for the first few battles of the war, almost all the bad news came back after that, especially after the Xinhua Empire entered the war. The Pacific Ocean is gone, the Indian Ocean is also under attack, and even the Atlantic Ocean has been shelled by others.

If the army hadn't filled in Saint-Miere and Verdun at this moment, perhaps Germany would have drunk the European continent and could have declared the end of the war.

Marshal Kitchinner is right. The army is the key to war!

So he came again today, because he got a piece of news from the Battle of Mesopotamia. Lieutenant General Allenby has surrounded Kuwait, and hundreds of thousands of troops are constantly charging.

Many people do not understand the important surname of the Battle of Mesopotamia, and even feel that they should not waste troops in that place, but should withdraw their troops and concentrate in the north of France.

But Moon is very clear that the battle of Mesopotamia is too related, especially Kuwait, which is the front position of the arsonist in the Far East. If the nail is allowed to continue to grow, the wolf-like New China Army will enter the European continent sooner or later, so it is said that it can only take Kuwait and cut it off immediately. The opened Baghdad Railway completely cut off the communication channels between the Xinhua Empire and Europe, so that the agreement can continue to separate the two most powerful fists of the Allies. As long as they are not allowed to merge, there will be a chance to break them.

In the distance, the long dragon waiting to receive food can't be seen from the corner. London, which used to be prosperous and prosperous, needed to distribute supplies on demand. The smell of milk tea in the air has not been smelled for a long time. The leisurely afternoon tea disappears from the street. Everyone must do their best for the country.

Workers have been unable to get wages, all schools have been suspended, countless factories and even rural workshops have been required to produce military supplies, and even piano factories have been covered with aircraft wings.

How long will this situation last?

No one knows, but Moon knows that if he can't cut off Kuwait this time, the good old days will never come.

Several cars appeared at the mouth of the military department. When the familiar figure appeared in sight, Moon rushed over almost reflexively. Although the guards took a stop, he had shouted, "Marshal Kitchinner, can you talk about the Battle of Mesopotamia? Has Kuwait been attacked? It is said that there are only 15,000 Chinese people there. How long will it take for us to get the news of victory?

The rapid and continuous words made Marshal Kitchinner stunned slightly. When he saw the familiar Moon, he nodded to him: "You are very well-informed."

"Yes, I have always been most concerned about the army." Moon quickly flattered, which was a small way to get the news.

Marshal Kitsina stopped and stopped, glanced at the reporters who surrounded him, and waved: "Mt. Gen. Allenby is leading hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers to fight in blood. Now we have half-encircled Kuwait. Avas has been captured, and the troops are attacking Abadan and Sefanye. Attack, maybe." He looked at the top of his head and raised the corners of his mouth, "Tomorrow tomorrow, Kuwait will be ours!"

Big news!

Reporters recorded the words of Marshal Kitchinner, but Moon frowned and asked again, "Marshal, with all due respect, I know that the Ottoman army is rushing to Avas and Basra crazily. We really do."

"Really, don't doubt it!"

Marshal Kitchiner interrupted Moon and said heavily, "Mt. Gen. Allenby is the best commander I have ever seen. He has set up a line of defense against the Ottoman army, and this morning I have ordered an Egyptian cavalry division stationed in Sinai to attack Jerusalem to go to Sephanier. They will let The Chinese people understand that it doesn't belong to them!"

After saying that, Marshal Kitchiner turned his head and walked to the military headquarters. Moon also waved his fist quickly. He praised Marshal Kitchinner's vision. Unexpectedly, he had arranged a third force after General Allenby's two armies.

Cavalry division, that is, a full 13 million cavalry!

Moon turned around and left. He had even figured out the title and was ready to return to the newspaper to send this major news as soon as possible, but he didn't see the corridor of the long military headquarters. When Marshal Kitchner was about to arrive at the office, he was stung in the eyes by a telegram.

"Is this impossible?!" Marshal Kitchener grew up and grabbed the staff who came to report: "Whose intelligence is this?"

"It's Lawrence. He saw it with his own eyes. Four hours ago, their striker had passed through Riyadh!"

"God, are they flying?!"

"Boom."

Before a cannonball fell on the machine gun bunker, the smoke and dust fell with countless sand and stones. In an moment, this small bunker seemed to be buried. From a distance, only the figure under the sand was painfully twisted.

"Lei Dabao!"

"Cre cover me!"

The eyes of the third company commander turned red in an eye, pointing to the enemy in the distance, and suddenly gritting his teeth and rushing out of the house. Dense bullets splashed from his feet, but he could no longer care so much. The machine gun was the hope of the three company's stronghold.

"Dabao." As the company commander shouted, he opened the sand grains with his bare hands, and a big head suddenly rushed out under the "sand pile" only a few times. The helmet fell diagonally beside him, and a pair of red eyes glanced around blankly.

"Is this hell or hell?" Lei Dabao's head was a little dizzy, and his ears were full of buzzing after the explosion. When he saw the company commander, he couldn't help asking, "The company commander, you are also honored!"

"Bah!"

"You are fucking glorious, and I won't be glorious!" The commander of the third company couldn't laugh or cry. He grabbed the helmet and put a set on Lei Dabao's head. He felt that the boy had to teach him a lesson, so he patted the helmet fiercely and shouted, "Is everything okay? Get up and continue to fight if you have nothing to do!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Lei Dabao spit out his tongue, quickly picked up the machine gun from under the sand, and patted the barrel hard to pour out the fine sand inside. His red eyes locked several rushing Cossack cavalry again.

When they were about to charge along the road opened up by the shell, the Cossack cavalry did not expect that the machine gun position had been wiped out or not destroyed. Unexpectedly, they were immediately torn to pieces by bullets.

"Good play!" The company commander patted Lei Dabao on the back fiercely, took the engineer shovel from the soldiers who supported from behind, and the sandbag bunker recovered again in a few shots.

"The company commander, Class Two, Class Two can't stand it!"

At this moment, the soldiers suddenly pointed to a house on the right and shouted. They only saw dozens of fierce Gurkha rushing to the small building guarded by the second class. Although they had knocked down several people in a row, the flying saber still cut the throats of the two soldiers.

"Fuck you!"

Seeing his soldier's blood gushing out and falling down, even his eyes turned red. He suddenly pulled out the bayonet and stuck to the muzzle, shouting, "Assault squad, follow me!"

When Lei Dabao turned the machine gun and aimed at the outside of the small building and smashed the people who were ready to enter the building into pieces, the company commander and the assault squad had rushed downstairs.

"This is what your mother did!" The company commander stood up with a bayonet and slammed at an unexpected Gurkha vest and poked it in. Before the guy could shout, he pulled it out again and turned to a guy with a knife next to him.

With a bang, the fierce and bright Gurkha infantry knife hit the cold and shining three-edged bayonet. The Gorkha soldier slid the blade down the butt of the gun with a grim smile. When he was about to cut off the other party's hand, the ghost smile on his face froze in an eye, and he only saw the Xinhua officer rushing in actually put the gun into his arms. As soon as he sent it, he took out a dagger like a trick with his backhand and suddenly poked it into his chest from the bottom up.

Big hands stir it hard!

The blood stains covered the palms along the handle of the knife. The commander of the third company pushed away his big eyes and couldn't believe the Gorkha infantry. He grabbed the gun and sneered, "Damn it, let me tell you, this is called Chinese kung fu!"

"Bah!"

When a mouthful of blood spit on his opponent's face, the company commander looked up and saw that the remaining Gorkha infantry had been chopped over by the commando soldiers. The bodies and blood were sprinkled all over the position of the second class. Then he was relieved and pointed to the window and shouted, "Protect the position, get ready."

"The company commander!"

Before he could finish speaking, the soldier shouted again. He saw hundreds of Indian soldiers rushing their heads to the fence outside the window. When they were about to flood the small building in Abadan, which led to the riverside bridge, they suddenly remembered a violent click outside the door.

"Here comes the reinforcements?" After a soldier threw a grenade, he immediately turned his head and looked at it.

At the other end of the bridge, an M3 cheetah tank rushed over roaring. One, two, three, ten tanks and five wildcat armored vehicles tore several Indian soldiers into pieces in an instant. The Indian soldiers who were screaming just now immediately fled in confusion.

"How can it be so fast? It's an armored battalion directly under the division!" After saying that, the company commander seemed to feel that it was not enough to boost morale and shouted, "Don't worry, as long as you guard for two more days, when our reinforcements arrive, I will take you to pinch out the egg yolks of these turtle sons!"

The laughter of the soldiers had not yet drifted away, and a beep in the sky attracted everyone's attention. Looking up, everyone's faces became solemn again. They only saw the naval dragon wings roaring past and rushing towards Avas farther away.

Everyone's intestines are going to crack.

Abadan fought very hard, but at least he was prepared in advance, the defense line was well arranged, and now there is armored battalion support, but Avas.

At the thought of a group of unknown life and death, every soldier was worried.

"Avas, can you still hold it?"

No one knows, but the dragon wings still lowered the nose without hesitation, skimmed through Avas at a low altitude, and dropped a bomb.

"Chinese aircraft!"

"Damn it, Pierce, machine gun, raise the machine gun."

Several British soldiers shouted, ready to add up the Lewis machine gun to shoot in the air, but before they climbed to the top of the building, a bomb hit the location accurately.

"Rumble."

In the telescope, the bomb accurately penetrated into the small building, and then the whole building swelled like a balloon. In an instant, a huge mass of gunpowder smoke rose into the air, and dozens of British soldiers around were thrown away by the air waves without even shouting.

Then, the plane that killed the soldier seemed to be not satisfied. It roared over the head of the British soldier at a low altitude. The machine guns on both sides of the wings spit out a long tongue of fire, and countless soldiers who had no time to escape were torn off by bullets.

One by one, drop bombs, and then roar and shoot. Their height almost rubbed to the treetops. The dragon wing logo under the wing has become a nightmare for the soldiers. Every time the bullet passes, it will bring out two death lines on the sand.

Lieutenant General Allen's teeth in the distance are about to be broken. Judging from the fire strength, the opponent who was compressed in the southwest corner of Avas was obviously less than a thousand people, but he blocked his 50,000 infantry. In addition, these sudden aircraft continued to bomb and support, which abruptly blocked his own main infantry!

At the thought of nearly 8,000 casualties, his face was dark, but he couldn't come up with any good way. These planes were obviously very orderly. After the sun rose, they almost kept supporting over the war zone one after another, and the powerful bombs caused him heavy losses.

In the distance, the shells of several small nod tanks are broken, and black smoke is still coming out. This is the tank troops thrown in the early morning. It is too dangerous to use the tanks on the narrow and unturnable streets. Not only did 10 tanks not complete the assault, but many of them were destroyed. If it were not for the infantry in time, Protect and evacuate, use the streets and houses to cover and hide, and perhaps the rest will be blown up by raging planes.

Looking at the wreckage of the tank, Allenby suddenly pulled off his collar, gritted his teeth and said, "Cole, get the tank ready!"

"General, the terrain is not suitable for tanks. The street is too narrow. I will." Cole was a little surprised. The result of testing the tank last night was unsuccessful. Why did he use it again?

Allenby looked at the sloping sunset and suffocated in the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know how dangerous it was to throw slow tanks into narrow and dense streets with the enemy and cannons, but now he has no choice.

The Xinhua army landing from the port of Salalah was so fast that it ran more than 900 kilometers in two days! Not only did they control the Riyadh railway station, but they also continued to attack at this speed. In this way, they can arrive in Kuwait tomorrow afternoon at the latest and come here the day after tomorrow!

Abadan has started. 30,000 Cossack cavalry and 30,000 infantry crossing the river are constantly attacking, but the other party is obviously prepared there. If you continue to spend here and can't go south, I'm afraid that taking Kuwait will become a bubble.

The rushing Xinhua force must be stopped!

"Col, order Séfanier's troops to stop the attack and turn to defense." Allenby unbuttoned his buttons, and his eyes were full of blood: "Let all the cavalry divisions from Egypt rush there to defend, and block them no matter what."

"Tell everyone that we must arrive at Abadan before tomorrow!"

"Must!"

(to be continued)