Five hundred and fiftieth chapters Nanyang (eight)
With a loud bang, a Siberian Tiger tank was placed heavily on the pier by a crane, causing the Marines to curse loudly. The Marines realized that this was a British manipulating the heavy cranes on the pier.
The dock workers did it on purpose.
"Hey, kid, if you don't know how to drive this thing, I don't mind teaching you." A corporal from the Marine Corps brigade next to him rolled up his sleeves and climbed onto the crane to talk to the dock worker in person.
Upon seeing this, his comrades quickly stopped the grumpy corporal and said to a British officer beside him: "Second Lieutenant, if you can't stop this rude behavior, please tell us immediately, I will be happy to
At your service."
"Oh, Mr. Lieutenant, don't worry, I will personally teach this kid a lesson. He may have drunk too much last night." A British second lieutenant next to the crane looked at a group of Chinese Marines with unkind expressions around him and hurried forward.
He scolded the dock worker above, "Damn it Rick, if you are dissatisfied with these Chinese soldiers, I suggest you take them back and have a purely friendly boxing match with them after they disembark. Our British Empire's army has not yet
So depraved that we need a longshoreman to vent our anger."
Because of yesterday's naval battle that almost escalated into a full-scale war between the two countries, soldiers on both sides were angry and disliked each other, but the dock worker's rude and undisguised behavior almost aggravated the tense atmosphere on both sides. The dock worker
A group of British sailors and soldiers from the Second Marine Brigade looked at each other angrily.
Zheng Xin and Lord Wilson, who were still greeting each other, noticed the tense atmosphere among the soldiers on both sides. After looking at each other, they both smiled and came to the scene at the same time.
Zheng Xin walked to the Siberian Tiger tank that had just been rudely thrown to the ground. She smiled and asked a Marine Brigade soldier who was nervously inspecting the tank: "Corporal, this tank is now
Can it still be opened?”
"Sir, I don't know. These bastard British guys were too heavy-handed. Without careful inspection, I don't know if the parts inside have been damaged." The corporal said with enthusiasm.
For these tankers who regard tanks as their lives, the blow that the dock worker just received was like a slap on his face.
Zheng Xin patted the corporal on the shoulder and said, "Corporal, I will give you ten minutes to start this tank immediately and show these British guys that the capabilities of our Chinese tanks are not just blown away."
"Yes, sir." The tank driver quickly jumped into the cab of the tank. After tinkering inside for a while, the tank made a familiar roar, and then the tank slowly moved on the dock.
It got up, and then the tank's exhaust pipe suddenly spurted out a stream of thick blue smoke. It accelerated and rushed up a slope. It circled in place several times and then performed a beautiful emergency reverse before stopping.
Seeing the wonderful performance of this tank, even the British soldiers who were previously hostile to them couldn't help but whistle.
"General Zheng, your country's tanks are really great." Lord Wilson couldn't help but admired from the side.
"That's right, our country's tank can be said to be the best in the world." Hearing Lord Wilson's praise, the Marine Brigade Commander Ren Ran couldn't help but sarcastically said: "I believe in the power of this tank.
Your country has had a good experience with the Germans."
Ren Ran was indeed a little angry about the scene just now, but due to the reserve of a brigade commander and not being able to get angry on the spot, he could only make some sarcastic remarks here.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Lord Wilson and Lieutenant General Percival next to him changed slightly. In the Battle of France that just ended, the Germans drove this tank to continuously attack the defense lines of the British and French forces until they reached the end of the battle.
The British and French forces were beaten to a pulp and rushed into the sea. There are still hundreds of thousands of prisoners of the British and French forces staying in German prisoner-of-war camps. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the British hate this tank.
"Okay, everyone." Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit tense, Lord Wilson quickly came out to smooth things over. "I believe that with the deepening of understanding between the two countries, everything will be fine. Now everyone should unload the ship quickly."
As the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles of the Marine Brigade were unloaded one by one, the soldiers of the Marine Brigade also disembarked from the ship one after another. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, they lined up neatly in square formations on the dock.
"To the left"
"Look to the right, look forward to count"
"One, two, three, forty-five"
After a while, the duty officer trotted over and reported to Ren Ran and Zheng Xin: "Sir, the Second Marine Brigade has been assembled. There should be 7,535 people, but the actual number is 7,535."
People, report completed”
"take a break"
Zheng Xin made a gesture of invitation to Lord Wilson, Lieutenant General Percival and others. Lord Wilson nodded happily and then began to review the Marine Brigade accompanied by Lieutenant General Percival, Zheng Xin and others.
Seeing the neatly arranged Marine Brigade officers and soldiers wearing marine-colored camouflage uniforms, holding Type 56 semi-automatic rifles and Somi submachine guns standing majestically in front of the dock, Lord Wilson looked in a trance. These soldiers are those
Are they the Chinese compatriots who were bullied by them in Malaysia? No matter how Wilson looked at it, he felt that except for their similar skin color and hair, their spirits were completely different. Looking at these soldiers with unruly faces, Wilson had to
Let’s consider Malaysia’s attitude towards China in the future.
Unlike Lord Wilson who only looked at the mental outlook of the soldiers, Lieutenant General Percival and the other soldiers saw a combination of things such as the looks of the soldiers and the weapons they held in their hands.
As a senior officer of the British Empire, he had never seen or even heard of the weapons in the hands of these Chinese soldiers. The rifles in the hands of these soldiers were obviously loaded with magazines. Their magazine capacity was at least ten
The capacity of bullets. Lieutenant General Percival also noticed that some soldiers were carrying rifle grenades. Just one glance at Lieutenant General Percival was sure that this was a very advanced rifle. He also noticed that all the soldiers
There was a Mitsubishi-shaped bayonet hanging on his waist, which made this professional soldier who had been in the army for decades break out in a cold sweat. He was proficient in anatomy and knew at a glance that if these bayonets penetrated a person's body, no one but a doctor would be involved.
An operation was performed on the spot to suture the wound, otherwise the stab wound would definitely cause the person to bleed out the last drop of blood until death. When I think of these bayonets piercing the chests of British soldiers, the soldiers around them would not be able to help their companions stop the stabbing.
Lieutenant General Percival couldn't help but tremble in his heart at the sight of the blood flowing out.
"These damn Chinese people have actually developed such cruel and vicious weapons. May God send them all to hell." Lieutenant General Percival and Major General Botjia next to him looked at each other, and both sides saw each other's eyes.
The fear inside.
The happiest thing about seeing the majestic Chinese soldiers in front of the pier is the overseas Chinese on the pier. For many years, all they have seen are foreign soldiers with yellow hair, blue eyes and big noses showing off in front of them. Whenever they, the Chinese, are slightly
What greeted them when there was any movement was the ruthless rifle butts and cold bayonets. Today they finally saw their own army and soldiers, and these soldiers had the same yellow skin and black hair as them, and they also spoke the same Chinese language as them.
They are all compatriots who have come from the motherland to support overseas wanderers. The overseas Chinese firmly believe that with the support of these soldiers from the motherland, they no longer have to fear the bullying of those foreign soldiers.
There is no need to look at the faces of foreigners.
"Brother Zihao, are these soldiers from our motherland? They are really mighty." A young girl hid behind Zhou Zihao and looked at the neatly photographed soldiers not far away in front, with a look in her eyes.
A gleam of curiosity and excitement.
"Yes, they are the troops who came here from our motherland to support us." Zhou Zihao said with certainty. Unlike this girl, Zhou Zihao's eyes stayed on the steel guns Zeng Liang in the hands of these soldiers and the nearby vehicles.
The mighty tanks and armored vehicles. Men are naturally full of curiosity and affection for these murderous weapons. Looking at these mighty weapons and majestic soldiers, Zhou Zihao secretly made a decision in his heart.
"Ziying, I want to be a soldier." As if he had made a huge decision, Zhou Zihao suddenly turned his head and said to the girl behind him.
"What?" Zhou Zihao's words were like a thunder that shocked everyone around him.
Uncle Wang, who was the first to react, stretched out his trembling hands as wrinkled as old tree bark, grabbed Zhou Zihao's collar and shouted in a low voice: "Zihao, you have to think clearly, this is not a joke.
Soldiers have to pin their heads to their waistbands. Before your father passed away, he specifically asked me to watch you carefully. If you have a problem, have you ever thought about what your mother would do?"
Zhou Zihao took a long breath and said firmly: "Uncle Wang, I have already thought about it. If I unfortunately die in the battle, don't I still have a younger brother at home? Let him serve my mother for me and provide for her until she is old. We overseas Chinese
Why are we always bullied? Isn’t it because we don’t have a strong army? If we don’t become soldiers, who will protect the interests of us Chinese?”
"But what about Ziying, have you ever thought about Ziying?" Uncle Wang pointed at the tearful girl behind him and asked loudly