The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 357: Battle of Chittagong (9) Oh my God, I thought I met Hans Panzer again

"Hmm?" Private First Class Paul frowned, feeling a sense of unease inexplicably rising in his heart.

This vibration...is like a tank army marching?

His expression suddenly changed. Only when large-scale armored clusters were activated at the same time would the earth begin to resonate!

He immediately became alert. The friendly 50th Armored Brigade had long been released, and the armored forces coming now must be the Anmin Army.

He suddenly took out a telescope from his bag, adjusted the focus with trembling fingers, and looked into the distance.

The next second, what came into his sight was a piece of earth boiling under the abuse of howitzers.

Shells rained down, thick smoke billowed up from the explosions, dirt and rubble were blown into the air, and some trees were ignited by flames, turning into blazing torches.

What was even more terrifying was that those black steel monsters were rushing out of the thick smoke amid the artillery fire and heading straight for their positions!

boom--!

The next second, the sound waves of the exploding shells finally caught up with the speed of light, and the deafening sound caused him to have a brief tinnitus.

"Attack! The enemy has launched an attack!!"

Paul roared at the top of his lungs, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of artillery fire.

John's soldiers at the front were still in a daze, with dull astonishment on their faces, as if they had not yet reacted to the calm atmosphere.

Paul stared at the distant horizon in astonishment. The shells hadn't even landed yet, and they were already charging?!

"Are they crazy?!" Paul muttered to himself, his whole body felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were cold.

Soon, Paul was surprised to find that the line of fire in front of him was getting closer and closer to him.

"Crazy? They want to kill us!" A hoarse voice came from behind. Sergeant Zangwill, the veteran who had just been dozing off, came out of the bunker at some point and grabbed him.

"That's Xu Jin's barrage! If you don't want to die, don't just stand there and get bombed!"

Zangwill's strength was so great that Paul had no time to react before he was pushed into the anti-artillery hole in the trench.

He fell hard, and the mud and gravel hit his face, making him choke.

"Shouldn't we try to alert the rear?" Paul struggled to get up. The phone was buried in the soil, and he tried to find the telephone line.

"As long as the people behind us aren't deaf and blind, they'll definitely know the enemy is coming!" Zangwill roared, pushing him back. "Now, hold your head tight, open your mouth, and prepare for the artillery fire! Don't get too close to the wall, your mother is waiting for you to come home!"

Before Paul could understand the meaning of this sentence, hell came the next second.

boom--! !

Fierce artillery bombardment covered the trenches like a torrential rain. The shells tore through the air and fell with a whistling sound. The shock wave of the explosion seemed to overturn the earth.

Paul curled up, holding his head tightly with his hands, his ears filled with buzzing tinnitus.

He could feel a dull pain in his chest from the shock wave, and each explosion was like someone hitting his heart with a sledgehammer, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, the artillery fire finally extended deep into the trenches, and the trenches fell into a deathly silence.

Did I survive?

Paul opened his eyes tremblingly. His body was covered with a thick layer of dust. He coughed hard a few times, spat out a mouthful of mud and sand, and crawled out using his hands and feet.

"Oh my God, we were almost buried alive." He gasped, reached out to wipe the dust from his face, and picked up his dropped rifle while complaining.

But his brain had not yet fully recovered to normal. The aftermath of the bombing made him dizzy and his ears buzzed.

Just then, he heard a sound getting closer and closer - a low, heavy roar with a sense of mechanical vibration.

tank!

Paul froze for a moment, his finger subconsciously tightening on the trigger, but the next second, he saw a scene that was even more unbelievable.

Sergeant Zangwill beside him actually threw the Sten submachine gun in his hand to the ground and slowly raised his hands!

"What are you doing..." Paul was about to ask, but suddenly he felt a cold metal object pressing against the back of his head.

He turned his head stiffly and saw a yellow man in an unfamiliar camouflage uniform standing behind him with a stern expression and a submachine gun pointed steadily at his head.

"Shit!" Zangwill cursed softly, but there was no panic on his face. Instead, he muttered, "These guys are simply chasing the explosion point... Madmen..."

He turned his head to look at the still trembling Paul and shouted, "My son, remember this! Sindhu is the king's colony, but your life is your own!"

Paul's whole body trembled, his face full of struggle, his fingers tightly gripped the trigger of the rifle, his heart pounding, and the only sound in his ears was the roar of the engine and the footsteps of the soldiers.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, loosened his grip, and the rifle fell limply to the ground.

From beginning to end, the second son of a York Harbor fisherman hadn't fired a single shot. His war was over.

As the smoke of the battlefield gradually dissipated, more and more John's soldiers came out from every corner, with dejected expressions and raised their hands.

Paul and Zangwill were escorted south, his heart still beating fast.

He looked around and found that more and more prisoners were being escorted out of trenches and bunkers. They were dejected, pale, with their hands on their heads, walking south step by step along the dusty road on the battlefield.

Countless tanks and ugly four-wheeled off-road vehicles made of steel pipes were speeding past them and rushing north.

Paul knew that was the direction of their troops' depth.

"Seriously..." the kind but talkative veteran Zangwill continued to mutter beside him, a hint of wonder in his tone. "These guys are just like the armored units of the Hans Wehrmacht. They're charging too hard... seriously."

"If they didn't have that skull on their cap badges, if they weren't all yellow... I would have thought I was back in North Africa."

Paul listened silently, the shelling and the roar of tanks echoing in his mind. He had to admit that the veteran was right.

Everything happened so fast that he was captured in the blink of an eye.

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"Hurry up!"

A captain of the Security Army stood on a Bobcat vehicle, holding the vehicle frame and shouting, directing several Bobcat vehicles in the front to rush forward in pursuit of the bombardment point.

There was a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. Zhang Chi was never stingy with rewards for officers and soldiers who had made meritorious contributions on the battlefield.

In addition to the honor that is unique to soldiers, there are often real material rewards.

Even if you die, you will receive a generous pension.

If he was lucky enough not to die but was just disabled, he would be able to find a good job with high pay and little work in the Nanhua Group.

Zhang Chi established the Nanhua Group not only to cash in on the various production line rewards obtained from the system, but also to provide support for the Anmin Army and try to solve the food, clothing, housing and transportation problems of the disabled veterans.

Without any worries, the officers and soldiers naturally charged forward without retreat.

As a result, John's infantrymen who stayed at the front-line positions along the way were killed by machine guns or taken prisoner before they could react.

They couldn't even delay the armored assault for a second.

The core essence of mechanized assault is one word - fast.

It's so fast that before the enemy can react, you've already won 70%.

As it happened, the basic reaction of the John people who received the order to cancel the attack was no reaction.