Tens of thousands of troops from the United States and Japan were engaged in a bloody battle on a small island. The sound of gunfire and artillery had been heard for more than a month, and all the soldiers participating in the exhibition were red-eyed.
The curtain of the tent was pushed open, and the deputy rushed in from the outside. He shouted to Colonel Thomas who was holding a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Sir, good news...good news..."
"Damn it!"
Colonel Thomas put down the phone, suppressed the anger in his heart and whispered: "Nemer, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will personally throw you into the frontline trench!"
"It's not...sir, it's reinforcements...our reinforcements are coming!"
"Reinforcements? Damn it... those bitches from the 1st Marine Division have finally arrived."
Thomas was stunned at first, then overjoyed, but before he could finish his words, he heard his deputy Qi Qi Ai Ai say: "Sir, this is not the First Marine Division?"
"Isn't it the 1st Marine Division?" Thomas frowned, "Is it the 3rd Marine Division? No, aren't they still training at Camp Elissant in California?"
"Sir, have you forgotten that you told me a few days ago that we have an agreement with the Chinese government, and they will send a team of no less than 5,000 people to support us."
"Chinese people? Damn it, I actually forgot about them." Thomas slapped his forehead, threw the microphone away, and rushed out...
"Hey...Colonel...Colonel..."
When Thomas rushed to the airport, he saw one after another C47 transport planes starting to land on the runway, and in the sky, there were more transport planes and fighter jets circling over the airport.
Not only Thomas, but more American troops who heard the news also flocked to the airport to watch the fun.
The attentive Thomas even noticed that many of the landing transport planes were painted with the very unfamiliar Blue Sky and White Sun badge instead of the US Air Force logo.
"It seems those Chinese people are really here. I hope they can help a little bit." Thomas thought as he looked at the densely packed planes in the sky.
The American soldiers surrounding the airport surrounded the entire airport as if it were Christmas, and everyone was happily discussing the reinforcements.
"With reinforcements, I can finally sleep peacefully at night." A soldier said enthusiastically, holding Harry's shoulders and looking at the landing transport plane.
"Man, don't get too happy too early. It's not our American army that's coming this time." Harry, who had known the inside information for a long time, poured cold water on him.
"Are you kidding? It's not our American army, could it be Japanese monkeys?"
"Of course they are not Japanese monkeys." Harry shrugged, "They are all troops sent by the Chinese government."
"He's actually Chinese!"
There was a burst of exclamation from all around.
"God, please forgive the sinner who made this foolish decision."
Listening to the exclamations surrounding him, Harry frowned.
During this time, the Japanese were constantly transporting personnel and supplies to Guadalcanal under the cover of darkness. Compared with half a month ago, the Japanese army has made great progress in material reserves. Harry, who is on the front line, even
I saw Japanese tanks.
Although the Japanese tanks can only be regarded as large toys for the wealthy US military, this is a very dangerous signal, which means that the Japanese are now more difficult to deal with.
In order to prevent the Japanese from launching sneak attacks at night, in addition to arranging a large number of guard posts, the US military has also laid out several layers of barbed wire and minefields outside the airport.
However, despite this, it still cannot stop the Japanese's love for sneak attacks, so much so that many Marines now suffer from night terror and insomnia.
His characteristic is that he often suffers from insomnia at night. Once he encounters any disturbance, he will call for artillery support without hesitation, and then use machine gun fire to shoot anywhere outside the airport.
But the consequences of this led to a large waste of ammunition and more soldiers suffering from nighttime insomnia phobia.
Now seeing these Chinese soldiers coming, Harry's first reaction was that someone had finally replaced them.
While the soldiers were whispering, the first C47 transport plane to land parked on the lawn.
The cabin door was opened wide, the ladder was lowered, and soldiers began to get off the plane one by one. It didn't matter that they got off, but the glasses of the American soldiers who saw them were shattered on the ground.
Many soldiers even made the sign of the cross: "God, what on earth is going on? Are we going to fight side by side with the Germans?"
In fact, it is not surprising that the American soldiers were surprised, because the soldiers who got off the transport plane wore German M35 helmets, German Type 36 field uniforms, big leather boots on their feet, and held 98K rifles in their hands.
There were also many people carrying MG42 machine guns. On the surface, they looked like a German army. If they had not seen the typical Asian faces of those soldiers, I am afraid that the American soldiers would have been ready to fight.
"Didn't those Chinese guys know to change their weapons before they came?" Thomas murmured to himself as he looked at the soldiers filing off the plane.
"Sir, there are several officers over there coming this way!" the deputy on the side reminded.
"Nonsense, I know."
Thomas cursed, adjusted his collar again, and then faced the officers who were walking towards him.
After the two sides got closer, Thomas found that the officer walking towards him was about thirty years old, with a particularly serious and indifferent expression. He stopped two meters away from him.
Then he saluted him and said in less than proficient English: "Mr. Colonel, Chi Yaohui, captain of the Guadalcanal Dispatch Corps of the Shanxi Liantai Militia of China, was ordered to come to support your army in the battle. Where is the commander of your army?"
"I'm here!"
Before Thomas could answer, a hoarse voice came from behind, and the commander of Task Force 17, Rear Admiral Fletcher, was striding toward them, surrounded by several officers.
Fletcher strode up to Chi Yaohui, looked at the soldiers gathering on the lawn for a while, and then looked at Chi Yaohui.
"Colonel, are you the reinforcement sent by the Chinese government?"
Chi Yaohui shook his head: "No... to be precise, we only belong to local forces and are not under the jurisdiction of the Chongqing government."
"Not under the jurisdiction of your government?" Fletcher looked at him in surprise, but then shook his head, "Forget it, I don't care who you are under, as long as you come to help us fight the war.
Mr. Colonel, according to the agreement between our government and you, from today on you and your troops must completely obey my command, do you understand?"
"Your Majesty General, I want to correct you first. We only obey your reasonable orders, and we have the right to refuse those unreasonable orders."
No one expected that as soon as the reinforcements from thousands of miles away got off the plane, a dispute broke out between the two sides over the issue of command authority.