Chapter 643 Marines, bayonet!

In the Kuwaiti base, people kept shouting, and both sides of the runway were full of fighters who had just returned. Aircrew soldiers rushed to refuel and hang bombs for the fighters. Everyone would unconsciously glance at the army field when they were busy.

There was no sea of people on the army's field, but it was full of gasoline, food and water. Some soldiers, who were temporarily fine, stood in the open space, looking at the direction of the gate of the base for a long time and unwilling to take it back. Although everyone knew that it would take seven or eight hours for the support troops to arrive, they always felt uncertain.

Departing at three o'clock in the morning, ordinary people are already exhausted after eight hours of driving, but the comrades-in-arms who come from afar need to continue to attack them several times, and have dug trenches and closely defended enemies, and then drive for eight hours to get here!

Can it be done? How many comrades-in-arms will be sacrificed under the yellow sand?

No one knows. If it weren't for the fact that Kuwait was too important, maybe everyone would have rushed out of the base with guns to more than 200 kilometers to help.

The taste of waiting is too anxious!

The soldiers are like this, and the officers are like the same. Even Li Tianhe always feels that his heart is up and down.

He still heard of the Flying Tiger Regiment. He remembers that General Luo Feng conducted an exercise with them with the First Armored Division the year before last. In the end, although they lost both sides, they actually lost one division against one regiment. Since then, the Flying Tiger Regiment and the Fourth Second Guards Armored Regiment have been known as the most commanding force in the army. .

He believed in the Flying Tigers and Ulan, but the enemy was not unprepared. Allenby was worthy of being an excellent general. According to the previous reconnaissance, he not only gathered 70,000 troops in Sephaniye, but also the newly arrived Egyptian cavalry division, with a total of more than 80,000 people. The position arrangement also absorbed the European battlefield and the tanks in Western Siberia. In the experience of the army's breakthrough, two trench positions were arranged on the 15-kilometer wide defense line, and also took advantage of the loose soil in the sand. Each one was dug up to 4 meters wide, and even the tanks could not directly break through the cross-road.

In this way, even if the Flying Tiger Regiment uses the advantage of tanks to kill in front of the position, it must stop and fill the trenches with infantry before continuing to break through the second path. According to the shortest time, it will take 30 minutes!

30 minutes is enough for the enemy artillery cluster on the second line of defense to launch thousands of shells!

That is to say, even at the fastest speed, it will take two hours to complete the assault of the two lines of defense, and then it needs to face the strangulation of tens of thousands of cavalry. Although the cavalry is like paper in front of the tank, if it is used well, this kind of threat to the infantry on the flat ground is too great!

What's more, even if they break through, it will take 8 hours to get here!

Closing his eyes, Li Tianhe seemed to see a bloody road. If the loss is really too big, then even if he arrives in Kuwait, he can't continue to support Avas, who is about to run out of food!

At the thought of being surrounded, maybe even enough, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a poisonous snake.

"Report, pilot report, the Flying Tigers have begun to break through!" The staff officer rushed into the office excitedly, and the pupils seemed to be shocked. After lowering his head and confirming the content of the telegram again, he continued in an unbelievable voice: "The pilot said, they, they are like daggers inserted into the tofu!"

"Kill!"

The loud roar of the tiger, followed by the violent roar of the engine, and the golden sand rolled under the wheels, making Xiao Sheng, who was sitting in the plane providing assault lines and reconnaissance for the troops, can't help but tingle.

In the diffuse yellow sand under the wings, 48 M4 Siberian tigers, 117 M3 cheetahs, 48 wild cats, 59 wild wolves, and a total of 175 trucks and other auxiliary vehicles, forming a spear up to three kilometers wide. The front tank regiment is the assault triangle, and the convoy closely follows, such as The red-hot iron was suddenly inserted into the fat oil.

Only the sound of oil stars splashing around.

"1 point, 1,100 meters, infantry artillery position, armor-piercing shell, direct company, rapid fire!"

In the bumpy tank, Ulan held the periscope tightly. When an artillery position appeared in the camera, it shouted loudly. The loaders quickly filled the 76mm armor-piercing shell into the gun. The gunner immediately locked the target and suddenly buttoned the launch button.

Boom!

Ten Siberian tigers opened fire at one place at the same time, which is amazing.

The vibration of the muzzle made the 23-ton Siberian tiger tremble all over, and the dust was filled with smoke. When the gunner found the target from the periscope again, the gun position hiding behind the thick sandbag had been cleared away by explosions and shrapnel.

"Forward!"

The track pressed two long marks on the yellow sand. The flat and empty desert gave the tank the best place to display its skills. The barbed wire mesh and wooden stakes arranged overnight were like paper paste. They were pulled to pieces in the roar. In just 20 minutes, the battalion and the direct company acting as arrow rushed to the front of the position.

"Block them, block them!"

A British major shouted. In the hoarse shout, the infantry who had just been blown up by the plane finally woke up. The bullets rang on the tank armor. Several brave British soldiers even rushed out of the trench and prepared to deal with the tank with grenades.

But as soon as they climbed up the trench and put on the position of dropping bombs, the machine gun on the roof of the tank was aimed at them. Rows of bullets swept through the front of the position like a sandstorm. As long as they dared to show their heads, they would hardly be hit by bullets.

A tank has two machine guns, and the Flying Tigers has 330 machine guns in the tank troops alone. In addition, the armored vehicles and half-tracks in the back, the machine guns exceed 500, across the assault line 3,000 meters wide, which is equivalent to an average of 6 meters of machine guns. Not to mention the insufficient number of machine guns in front is the Allied army. Even if the most elite German army in Europe is pulled out, it is not so luxurious.

Bullets raged over and over again along the trenches, and the Allied soldiers inside could not even raise their heads, let alone shoot.

"Two wings spread!"

Seeing that he was about to rush to the front of the position, Ulan's pupils suddenly shrank, because he saw a trench much wider than normal from the periscope. Even if he did not measure, he knew that the tank could not directly run over it. What's more, from many years of experience, if the infantry in the trenches had not been defeated, he would have forcibly crossed the trenches. The weakest bottom and rear of the tank were exposed, especially the auxiliary fuel tank hanging behind it, so he immediately commanded the tank troops to spread to the two wings, leaving the armored vehicles and infantry in the middle.

"Assault camp, clear the trenches."

"Engineering company, come up and fill it up!"

Under the command of Ulan, hundreds of soldiers have been jumping on the half-track behind the tank force, which is the only assault infantry battalion of the Flying Tiger Regiment, also known as the Blade.

The blade suddenly came out of its sheath, jumped quickly from the wild wolf's half-track, skillfully cat's waist, and quickly rushed not far from the trench under the cover of a large number of machine guns, with a dense grenade rain.

"Rumble."

The farther British infantry cannon opened fire, and several shells exploded among the soldiers, and the rolled up sand swept them down. But before they could be happy, the parallel mobile tanks along the trenches immediately aimed at the place and covered the wheels with cannons.

"Kill!"

The commander of Blade Battalion is a young man in his 20s, wearing glasses and looking sle, but when you see him rolling like a mad dog, jumping into the ultra-wide trench along the edge, and then lifting a submachine gun to sweep several British soldiers, you will definitely not think it is a person.

Limited by the establishment, the Flying Tiger Regiment has only one armored infantry battalion, but these 850 blades are all equipped with cat submachine guns. This kind of new gun with hundreds of bullets per minute at full speed is simply death in such a narrow area of the trench!

When the blade camp jumped into the first blocking trench with a submachine gun, the massacre began. In any era, the submachine gun was the best tool to sweep the trenches. The soldiers just kept pulling the trigger and scattered along the trench to the wings. There was no need to think too much about it.

The Allied soldiers who have seen this kind of flame spitting gun are often hit by a few bullets before they can shoot. They are so scared that they have to climb out of the trench regardless of danger, but what can they do even if they climb out? Hundreds of machine guns on tanks and armored vehicles spreading along the trenches to the two wings have been waiting for them.

In just a few minutes, the carefully arranged trench was cleared. Countless corpses were piled up and almost filled here. Just as the Allied soldiers behind thought that their opponents were going to send infantry to fill the trenches, so that they could also enjoy the power of machine guns, they only saw six that they had never seen before and had no turrets. There was only one machine gun, but a tank with a large shovel rushed up from behind.

Six engineering tanks with M3 cheetah tank chassis and high-power engines sprayed black smoke to kill the trench. They put down the large shovel in front of them, plunged into the sand fiercely, and then quickly pushed forward with a thick shovel, filling a section of trench in a few times.

"Fire, block them! Don't let them fill it up!"

"Captain, they are too fast!"

"Fed."

"Ready, no, wait, they left there and aimed again. I need a new angle."

"Cannonball, bring the cannonball quickly."

"Be careful, rumble."

The Allied Artillery Positions, Which Was Set On The Second Line Of Defense, Constantly Spit Out Fire. The Commander Of The Artillery Regiment From France Saw That The Carefully Arranged Ultra-wide trenches Was Filled Up So Quickly By This Strange Tank, And His Voice Was About To Fire, And He Constantly Shouting And Fired.

30 75mm cannons kept pouring shells all the time, and the explosion began to rise from around the engineering tanks in operation. But whenever the smoke drifted, those terrible steel monsters still continued to work. Because the speed was too fast, even the French proud "Miss 75" could not keep up. The speed of the square is often that the gunner has just adjusted the angle, and when the shell is stuffed in and ready to be fired, the other party has moved dozens of meters.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Many officers began to scratch their hair. No one expected that there would be such a monster in the sky. The shells could not be hit, and the shrapnel could not be injured. They could only watch the filling width increasing, and countless dead soldiers were buried.

"Flying Tigers, continue to attack!"

As the filled trench became wider and wider, the tank that had been hovering in front of the position took the lead in rushing through the first trench. When they rushed to the second trench two kilometers away with black smoke, the truck team behind also rushed up.

"Boom." A truck was hit by a shell when it passed through the trench. Even if the fire swirled the truck, dozens of marines on it were torn apart by the explosion without even shouting.

"Push away, push away, don't stop!"

The trucks behind can't take care of saving their comrades-in-arms. At this time, if they stay here for a while, there will be more casualties, so the soldiers can only hold back their tears, force their comrades out with the front of the car, and continue to attack the second line of defense.

The cannons kept roaring, and countless Allied soldiers were killed without even shouting. The artillery positions were pierced and blown up by accurate tank guns, especially the machine guns on the tanks, which became the biggest nightmare for the infantry. The two machine guns almost constantly ravaged the positions.

The Allied commanders did not expect that the other party's tank troops would be so powerful, but they also knew that it was the critical moment, so tens of thousands of soldiers on both wings began to block the commanding line of the Flying Tigers.

"Dangdang"

Suddenly, a shell was lucky enough to hit the tank, and a loud noise sounded from the No. 31 Northeast Tiger. The body seemed to have been smashed by the giant's hammer. The tank soldiers in the car were even more dizzy, and the gunpowder smoke in the car made them breathless.

"No. 31, report the loss on the 31st!"

In the car radio, the company commander shouted anxiously. The gunner struggled to look forward. He only saw that blood had flowed from the driver's nostrils, and the captain was unconscious.

"Tao Zi, Tao Zi!"

After the gunner shouted hard and found that there was no response, he immediately reached out and pushed him, but when he raised his hand, he found that his arm was full of blood.

Boom.

Probably found this Siberian tiger that could not move for the time being. The Allied Artillery gathered almost all the shells. The continuous explosion suddenly woke up the captain. After a sudden excitement, he found that the driver had died. He immediately shouted, "Machine gunner, take over me!"

"The driver died, the gunner was injured, everything else is fine, it's okay!"

After the captain picked up the microphone on the radio and shouting a few responses, he immediately removed the driver's body. After stepping on the accelerator to the end with his right foot, he pushed the pole with his big hand. The No. 31 tank roared again like a phoenix rebirth.

"Cannonball!"

The gunner endured the pain and pointed the muzzle at the most fierce artillery position thousands of meters away. After seeing a sudden shock of the No. 31 Northeast Tiger, the shell roared through the sand wall of the artillery position, and then exploded in the position.

After a moment of lag, No. 31 joined the charge formation again.

Xiao Sheng, who had been hovering in the sky, clenched his fists fiercely. At this time, he finally understood why the Flying Tiger Regiment was the army's trump card. More than 100 tanks and dozens of armored vehicles had been pinched into a sophisticated and cold killing machine in a long period of hard training. The arrows were invincible and blocked in front of them. At this time, the Allyce soldiers only hated their parents for giving less two legs.

"Lion commander, cavalry, and tanks!"

Seeing that the second line of defense was about to be blocked, the British commander's eyes were red and ordered the two cavalry divisions to use speed to block the other side. He knew that as long as the soldiers on the trucks were killed, even if all the tank troops arrived in Kuwait, the other side would be useless.

Ulan is not the kind of wordy officer. There are very few words to command the battle, but every one is extremely key, because he believes that his troops, when the Flying Tiger Regiment concentrates a little hard, not to mention tens of thousands of miscellaneous contract troops, even if they bring the best armored division in China, they can't stop it!

Looking at the cavalry rushing like a black line and the 30 little British vagrant mixed in it, he spit out short and clear words again.

"The third battalion and the fourth battalion continue to assault the defense line, and all the others follow me."

"Flying Tiger, Assault!"

"Boom." Almost as soon as the words were finished, nearly a hundred tanks and armored vehicles began to accelerate towards nearly 30,000 Allied cavalry. When the Indian cavalry holding headscarves in the camera became clearer and clearer, the shells suddenly burst out of the barrel.

A fiery red meteor pierced everyone's eyes, crossed the dense cavalry like long eyes, and plunged into a slow, four-way small barbrant steel plate like an iron coffin.

The shell exploded inside, and the shrapnel swept past, killing all the soldiers inside in an moment.

When the turret still turned to the second target, the machine gunner on the roof of the car had narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger fiercely at the cavalry.

This is a sophisticated killing machine. The unprotected cavalry can't escape from it at all. Even if some speed passes it, it will be swept into the garbage dump by its follow-up partners.

30 slow little wanderers were almost smashed before they reached the range. The cavalry without tank protection was more like a cabbage in the vegetable field with a machete!

20 minutes later, after the second defense line collapsed under the clean-up of the two battalions of tanks and the blade battalion, the Sepanier defense line fell into despair. There was no air support and corresponding armored forces to compete with. The infantry was bitter in front of the armored regiment, not to mention the Flying Tiger Regiment.

After the team successfully broke through the defense line, Ulan gave the final order.

"30 minutes, free hunting!"

This short order simply killed the Allied soldiers. When the dragon wings who re-hanged the bombs returned to the battlefield 30 minutes later, they saw a picture that made them unforgettable for life. They only saw chariots marked with a winged black tiger pattern, raging like petals in the battlefield within a radius of 300 kilometers. Behind the traces, they were full of corpses, and the golden desert was almost stained with blood.

"It's sudden! It came all of a sudden!"

"God, they broke through the obstacles, and our reinforcements have arrived!"

When a dragon wing just stopped and jumped out of the cockpit and brought the news, a tsunami-like shout suddenly broke out in the base. Even the oil workers who were temporarily integrated into the army cheered, Li Tianhe opened the window and could hardly believe his ears!

One hour!

In just one hour, the Flying Tigers broke through two lines of defense. More importantly, they pulled Allenby's defense line in Safanier like hungry wolves, and the nearly 100,000 Allied troops gathered there were defeated!

The siege of the Allied countries south of Kuwait was completely disintegrated, laying a good foundation for the smooth arrival of the follow-up main forces.

Now, there is only one target left, Avas!

As night fell, the Kuwaiti base was already brightly lit. Hundreds of trucks and tanks finally lined up to enter the base in an anxious wait. When the soldiers got out of the car, everyone found that their backs were already soaked, and everyone's eyes were red.

When the head of the third regiment of the second division of the Marine Corps, who arrived first, saw Li Tianhe, everyone was already crying excitedly.

"Master, we're here!" -

"Boom"

The shells landed on the houses not far away and turned into fire. With the help of the shock wave, the stones and sand spread around and hit the soldiers' steel helmets.

Sixi slowly popped out of his body from a pile of rubble. Xu said that his cheeks had been blackened by gunpowder smoke, and his military uniform had become rags. After a night of competition, this residential area in the southwest corner of the small city of Avas could no longer see any complete buildings. The sand grains turned black, the flames rose from everywhere, and the body was even more dense. The hemp piled up all over the street.

He licked his dry lips and turned his eyes to a small smoky tank on the street corner. A large hole on the right side of the car body was broken by him two hours ago. Unfortunately, after the shell, the 80mm recoilless gun was blown into pieces by himself with a grenade because there was no shell.

Not only recoilless guns, machine guns in the regiment, 105 cannons, etc., but also because there was no ammunition, they were blown up by the soldiers with tears.

Turning his eyes around, Sixi suddenly saw a familiar figure, who was his partner who came out of his hometown to join the army with him. In the past four days, he had killed more than 30 British soldiers, including a second lieutenant officer. Yesterday evening, he was still bragging with himself. At this speed, he could at least be able to be after the war. The colonel's clothes have returned to his hometown.

Tears slid down Sixi's black cheeks, pulling out two brown and yellow marks, because the fellow villagers who were still alive yesterday are now lying in the middle of a pile of Gurkha soldiers. A snowy saber pierced through his chest, and the wound has become pale, but five helpers have been lying beside him. The Gurkha bastard, who claimed to be brave and invincible, stabbed a guy in the throat with a three-eded bayone in his hand until he died.

Sixi felt as if there was a flame in his chest, which made him have the impulse to shout.

In the distance, the British soldiers of the brigade began to assemble again. These bitches knew that the plane was coming again after dawn, so they wanted to take the last chance to do it again.

It's a pity that they are still disappointed!

Although I have lost more than 90% of the losses of a regiment without cannons and machine guns, there are still 500 soldiers here, the most elite marine soldiers!

Sixi fiercely squeezed a British soldier's rifle and pulled off the bolt to check the bullet. Just as he was about to aim at the British soldier rushing in the distance, the scene on the street corner suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

I only saw that several engineers stepped a few explosive bags into the gravel pile. According to the angle of their arrangement, they could appreciate what Tiannv scattered flowers were before they died!

"Ready!"

The sea bream gritted his teeth and smiled grimly. At this moment, he seemed to return to the years when he licked blood at the edge of the knife on the sea and pulled the bolt fiercely. Those in the distance were not soldiers at all, but fat sheep.

Wait for the fat sheep to be put into the pot!

"Attack, charge!"

Thousands of British troops launched a charge again, and hundreds of Gurkha soldiers running in the front cried and howled. But when they first turned into the corner, two huge explosions made them taste the feeling of a group of soldiers being bombarded by shells just now.

Countless stones roared and spread around in the explosion. Huge mushroom clouds rose in the air, and hundreds of uninvailed soldiers were killed by stones.

This scene made Allenby's eyes red. The battle that was originally scheduled to end last night was delayed for more than ten hours. Even if he had to admit that the bones of these Chinese soldiers were too hard, they did not even create the horror of death. In fact, they broke through the defense line many times, but they were not afraid of death. In the crazy counterattack of the grenade, he had to retreat again.

"General, the Ottoman army is five kilometers away from us, 32nd Division, please." Before the staff officer finished reporting, he was stared back by Alan Bi, who had red eyes.

Those two cold eyes are frightening. Cole knows that Alanby's thoughts have nothing to do with war. If he doesn't kill these guys on the opposite side, the morale of the army will collapse. Although he also admires the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side, there is no sympathy for the war! So he immediately pulled out his pistol and saluted, "General, I will lead the team myself!"

"Go, go up!"

Thousands of cavalry launched the final assault under Cole's personal leadership. Behind them, nearly 10,000 infantry gathered, shouts and roars sounded from all directions, exploding and screaming, wrapping up the block in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck you!"

After Sixi knocked down several cavalry in a row, he wanted to continue to pull the trigger. Only then did he find that there was no bullet in the British gun in his hand. He immediately grabbed himself again and had no bullet rifle. After the three-edged bayonet deep on the tip of the gun emitted a dazzling cold light in the sun, it suddenly pierced a nearby British soldier.

When he had just pulled out the bayonet, a cavalry knife had wiped his scalp and flew over, but this not only did not make him feel afraid, but the feeling of death aroused the tyranny in his heart. He turned the rifle and shook it fiercely after holding the gun backwards.

The buttstock suddenly hit the front leg of the war horse, and the jujube-red war horse hissed and overturned the guy. Before he landed, Sixi had pulled out the bayonet and plunged his heart from top to bottom like a hungry tiger.

The bayonet was pulled out, and blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain, spilling all over Sixi's whole body. Looking at the man standing up again, his whole body had been stained with blood, like a devilish Chinese soldier, several close-up British troops were so scared that they didn't even dare to approach.

When Si Xi smiled gloomyly and walked towards them step by step, several timid people even ran away. As soon as the remaining few people wanted to shoot, they felt that their bodies had been hit a few times, and there was a harsh sound of gunfire in their ears.

They stared at the blood points coming out of their chests in a daze, and their eyes looked behind the ferocious four joys, and their scattered pupils showed panic.

"Leader!"

Si Xi turned his head and saw that the regimental commander and other comrades-in-arms had appeared behind them at some point. They straightened down, looked at the crazy enemy, and stood up!

"Good job, you didn't humiliate us!" The sea buds patted Sixi and smiled.

Although his smile looked worse than crying at this time, at that moment, Sixi seemed to feel the blood of his whole body rushing to his head, picked up the gun, and stuck the bayonet on the muzzle again.

The sea rpent looked up at the sun above his eyes. The support troops had arrived in Kuwait in the middle of the night last night, but it seemed that it was still too late to get to Avas, but he didn't blame anyone. It was 1,800 kilometers in four days, which was more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Avas finally couldn't stop it, because the last few bullets had just been fired, and now the soldiers have no weapons in their hands.

"Lao Shen, retreat with the troops, I will know them!"

"No, regimental commander, everyone is going to die together!"

"Yes, fight with them!"

"This is our territory. Let these bitches see what a bayonet is!" The soldiers shouted one after another, preferring to leave the position that had been held for four days. They did not want to leave, but they could not leave thousands of comrades-in-arms who had thrown their blood and lives here.

"Good job, it's all good! They are all good soldiers!" With tears in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and hissed, "This is Avas, the Great Kuwait, the place where the emperor gave us to defend!"

"Remember our oath?"

"The place to step on is the land!" The soldiers, who were ragged and full of blood, shouted in response to the regimental commander.

His eyes slowly swept over the soldiers gathered around him. The sea sprey could call out the names of each of them. He looked at it like this. After a moment, he suddenly laughed and said, "When I used to be a bandit, I liked to sing when I was doing business. Now, let's sing!"

"Don't doubt that this is my territory." The sea rickle took the lead in singing, and then the instructors, battalion commanders, company commanders and soldiers all sang.

"My yin and yang boundaries, my Yangtze River and Yellow River.

When you came, I smiled proudly.

Because the victory belongs to me, I'm a Marine."

The messenger, with tears in his eyes, opened the last radio station in his arms, stuffed the last two grenades into the radio cloth bag, and fastened the drawstring with his fingers.

The song turned into a radio wave along the microphone. He didn't know if the headquarters could receive the sound, but he hoped that he could leave the last voice.

"The first charge, the last one leaves.

Come on, my enemy.

Aim with your hands, pull the trigger with your will, and kill with a cold heart.

I am a warrior, a ruthless killing warrior.

We are the Marines, and this is the song of the Marines.

The song continued, like the dragon's roar after a thousand years of sleep, which made thousands of British troops on the opposite side stop. The song became louder and louder, even surpassing the rumble of cannons, involved in the whirlwind and woke up the whole world!

Until it turns into the last sound.

" Marines, bayonet!"

(to be continued)