Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight family letter on the battlefield
Wang Hengyue's military strength is obviously placed there!
Once he really decides to launch an attack on Guangdong, the military government will be unable to stop him.
But listening to what he means now, his focus seems to be on the Northern Expedition!
Wang Hengyue changed the topic: "If we can unite the southwestern provinces and Guangdong, the Northern Expedition will be successful. The reason why Wang Hengyue is doing this is not for one person's territory, but for the destiny and future of China."
These words may sound like big words, but Wang Hengyue is qualified to say them.
Owning the four provinces of Sichuan, Guizhou, Yunnan and Guangxi, Wang Hengyue already has enough capital.
After looking at the three of them, Wang Hengyue said: "I don't want to attack Guangzhou with force, but I want to use a peaceful way to complete the preparations for the Northern Expedition. The position of generalissimo is originally occupied by capable people. Otherwise, I would be sitting here now.
The person in the position loses the support of warlords from all over the country and can't even mobilize a single soldier, so what's the use?"
Wu Tingfang and the other two nodded slightly unconsciously.
The so-called realization of dreams, especially national dreams, requires the support of huge force.
Wang Hengyue said and stood up: "Let's go, I will take the three chiefs to visit."
1918, Europe.
The German army, supplemented by fresh troops, began a large-scale offensive on the Western Front.
The American troops who had just arrived in Europe had very little combat experience, but they were forced to participate in the battle to defend Paris. Throughout the spring, about 1 million Parisians fled the city to avoid the war.
In late May and early June, American soldiers performed extremely well during the battle on the Marne River, 56 miles east of Paris.
Pitt's troops also participated in the defense of Paris.
"Look." Peter waved a letter in front of Heitie.
"What?" Kurogie asked smoothly.
Peter shrugged: "Let me read it to you, a letter written by a soldier from Company F."
With that, Peter opened the letter and read: "Dad, Mom: This is the first time I have had the opportunity to write to you in more than a week. We have just withdrawn from the front line, and our division participated in the battle against the German army.
, was the largest attack by the German army since the war, and it was also the first time that they did not take advantage at all. Our people not only repelled their attack, but also successfully launched counterattacks in several places.
On Monday morning, the German army began to launch a terrible attack on us. The French soldiers said that this was the most violent attack since the beginning of the war. The enemy army gradually advanced with intensive artillery fire. In some places, there were craters everywhere, and the ground seemed to have turned over.
, the road within 15 miles was under constant enemy fire.
When the firefight began, the two captains and the other five of us were guarding a village. The village was located behind our second line of defense, and the villagers had already evacuated. We had three ambulances. When the first round of artillery fire subsided,
, we ran to a 4-foot-deep basement and crawled there waiting for instructions. At two o'clock in the morning, we received the first order from the front line. Robert and I were going to drive the ambulance parked a yard away behind the basement.
As soon as we poked our heads out of the basement, a shell whizzed past, and we quickly retreated. Then we walked out of the basement again, and the sight in front of us was terrifying.
The entire sky was illuminated by artillery fire, with flames soaring into the sky in some places. Many houses in the village were on fire. Thousands of heavy weapons were fired continuously, and the sound of gunfire was continuous. From time to time, the roar of the explosion of the arsenal could be heard.
We arrived safely at the emergency ambulance station. We were the first ambulance to arrive. The road was illuminated by artillery fire as if it were daytime. As soon as the wounded were transported down, our vehicle was immediately filled with the wounded and drove back to the hospital.
The bombing lasted all day and into the night. For 48 consecutive hours, we were busy transporting the wounded back and forth, and we almost ate nothing. However, in the rush, people's nerves were highly tense, and we didn't feel hungry. I saw that
There were some scenes that I will never forget, especially the way our soldiers and the French gritted their teeth and endured the pain. Although their arms and tui were torn open by bullets, they tried not to make a sound while being transported to the hospital. Some artillerymen rushed forward.
They tied their horses into the bushes, and I saw with my own eyes a cannonball falling among the horses. In an instant, there were only fifty or sixty dead horses left there. The dead bodies of mules and horses, as well as the equipment of the logistics troops, were everywhere on the road!
The German artillery fire was very fierce, but our people held firm. For every artillery shell they fired, our gunners would give one more in return. The captured prisoners said that our artillery fire was too powerful. Their corpses must be piled up.
Very high.
One of our artillery units used a 3-inch French Type 75 shell. They kept firing. As a result, a captured German soldier said he wanted to see our 3-inch machine gun. The French said,
They had never seen such outstanding soldiers as us, and the praise of us by the French general in command quickly spread among the army.
The Germans said that we were barbarians and they didn't like the way we fought. When our soldiers made a surprise attack or rushed to the enemy's trenches, they would throw down their long rifles, hold bayonets, cut off the barrels of firearms, and charge with grenades.
, the Germans are not used to fighting like this. Those boys from Alabama are very good at using knives. When they shout and charge at the enemy, they are like demons coming out of hell. No wonder the Germans are frightened.
When it comes to fighting alone, the Germans are no match for us. One of us can easily deal with two of them. Their only advantage is weapons and equipment. We captured a lot of prisoners. I can’t tell the exact number, but it’s a lot. Sometimes they
The entire squad would surrender. One machine gun squad wanted to fight with us after surrendering, but the leading lieutenant refused.
We transported many wounded German soldiers and treated them as if they were our own. We captured a German soldier about 17 years old in a bunker. He was not injured and had been helping us work, carrying the wounded to the ambulance.
He has a handsome face and I really like him. We placed the prisoners of war very well and gave each of them a very detailed map. Most of them were very willing to be our prisoners and said that Germany would not be able to hold on for long.
But some people are very tough. A German guy said that it doesn't matter how many American soldiers come, they will still be defeated. There was also a wounded soldier who kept shouting "Damn it...enough said" while being transported to the hospital.
Okay, let’s talk about something else.
When I came back last night, I found a pile of letters written to me. I haven't been able to read them all.
The first thing I read was the newly written letter from home. I was worried about whether anything happened. Fortunately, everything is fine with you.
Elliot, Robert, and everyone else you know who was with me are fine now and not hurt at all..."
"Bragging!" Hearing this, Kurogie said disdainfully: "Are the Germans scared out of their wits? Or were you Americans scared out of your wits when you first entered the battlefield? The combat quality of American soldiers is completely incomparable to that of the Germans.
By the way, as for this soldier, he should be taught a lesson not to brag."
Pete's expression suddenly dimmed: "He's dead."
Heitie was startled for a moment, then sighed: "People will always die, this damn war!"
The war was brutal.
Yesterday, the combat group that Pete fought in helped the 2nd Division attack the heavily garrisoned German position near the Bello Forest. The numerically superior Germans fired continuously with machine guns and used poison gas, and the American army was almost defeated.
The retreating French troops advised the US military not to fight anymore.
Kurogane remembered shouting angrily: "We finally got here, are we just retreating?"
Under the command of him and Peter, they launched a hand-to-hand battle and finally defeated the German army.
But the price of victory was huge. The United States lost approximately 5,200 people, almost half of the total number.
And Kurogane also has a nickname: "Yellow Death".
Yellow Death? After hearing this nickname, Kurogane thought it was pretty good.
In the U.S. Army, there are not only people of nose race fighting, but also a large number of black people assisting in the fighting.
"Driving School, Lieutenant Colonel, the Germans are coming up, the Germans are coming up!"
The urgent cry interrupted the conversation between Peter and Kurogane.
"Get into position, get into position!"
The American soldiers entered the position one after another. "My eyes suddenly blurred, and then I couldn't see anything clearly. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't help it anymore and cried loudly. I missed home. I have grown so old.
This is the first time I feel homesick like this..."
Smoot hurriedly finished writing this paragraph, quickly put the letter away, and entered the position with his gun!
"May God protect me." Smoot whispered to himself in the shower, and then he raised the gun.
He aimed at a German and pulled the trigger. The German fell down in response. Smoot shouted excitedly, "God, this is a German he killed on the battlefield."
But before the cheers ended, Smoot let out a muffled groan and fell down in his position.
"Smooth, Smooth"
"God, doctor, doctor, where the hell is the doctor!"
Such calls kept ringing in Smoot's ears. He thought, is he going to die?
Why don't I feel any pain at all?
He felt a pair of hands pressing on his heart. Although Smoot could not open his eyes, he could feel that it must be a woman's hand.
Ah, it belongs to that beautiful [Chinese] girl. What is her name?
Yes, Yu Yun, her name is Yu Yun. I like her very much. I originally wanted to wait until the battle is over before confessing to her, but it seems that I have no chance.
Yu Yun stood up and sighed softly.
This American soldier named Smoot is dead! (To be continued.!.