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Chapter 203 Big Max¡¯s War (Part 2)

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    Gritting his teeth, his heart pounding, and barely taking aim, Big Max fired a shot, his eardrums ringing slightly.  In a field a few hundred meters away, a soldier wearing a German-style steel helmet and a yellow-green camouflage combat uniform fell with his head up.  Judging from the attire, he was either an Englishman, an Irishman or a Welshman.  This is indeed a British civil war!  After firing three bullets in succession, Big Max retreated into the trench again, gasping for air.  The strange smell of gunpowder smoke and earthy smell oppressed the nasal cavity and lungs far more than a crowded smoking room.  Big Max deliberately slowed down the reloading of bullets, and deliberately turned a deaf ear to the increasingly clear calls to kill. However, the officers' slogans became more and more urgent, the gunshots and explosions became louder and louder, and grenades seemed to start to come in handy.  , there will most likely be another brutal hand-to-hand combat on the defensive line.  All of this is completely beyond Big Max's grasp.  After loading the bullet, he took a deep breath and was about to stand up when the soldier next to him suddenly fell down.  Big Max wanted to give him a sympathetic smile, but when he saw the soldier's bloody face clearly, his whole body suddenly froze.  Before he came to this muddy land that had been devastated by countless artillery fire, he had never felt that life and death were so close.  Out of fear of death, Big Max wanted to just pretend to be dead, but the intimidation power of the Japanese combat supervisor was more powerful than the enemy after all. Several soldiers nearby returned to their respective fighting positions honestly, and he had no choice but to follow.  Return to fighting position.  Against the backdrop of the machine gun's short bursts, the sound of the rifle seemed scattered. In fact, in such an environment, no one knew whether their bullets killed the enemy. Maybe they disappeared without a trace, or maybe they were filled with wounds on the dying body.  An insignificant shot.  Even so, the soldiers wearing thread, cloth or leather gloves still worked hard to pull the bolt, aim, and shoot, repeating these actions mechanically until all the bullets in the magazine were used up before they could fire without being shot.  When scolded, squat down and reload bullets.  The coalition forces seemed to be wiping this position off the face of the earth. Countless artillery shells and bullets were coming at all times. Sand and gravel fragments and severed limbs were flying in the air. The air waves were mixed with sand and gravel, showing a violent atmosphere.  True color.  Those powerful tanks rushed to the first trench like ghosts, leaving the minefields cleared by artillery fire behind them!  The Scottish Army claims to be equipped with a thousand tanks, but since the battle started, Big Max has not seen even one tank with the St. Andrew's Cross logo.  There isn¡¯t even one!  With Scotland¡¯s weak industry and uncompetitive commerce, how can it create and maintain a large modern armored force?  Not to mention the performance of the tanks left by the British army, after more than ten years, whether matching parts can be found is still a big problem. After all, the industrial facilities during the British Empire were either reduced to ruins in the war or were defeated.  The country took them away, leaving nothing behind for the divided British kingdoms.  Seeing the fierce Japanese war supervisor approaching again, Big Max got up reflexively, holding his gun and preparing to fire. He then witnessed a brave defender soldier firing a rocket launcher at the side of the enemy tank at close range.  , the rocket exploded the tank, but the soldier was immediately shot by the machine gun of another enemy tank. The machine gun bullet ruthlessly penetrated the brave man's chest at close range, and blood spattered from his back.  It's so shocking!  The cruel battle in front of you is still continuing, grenades are raining down on the enemy, and light and heavy firearms are also firing desperately, but except for the rocket launcher, other weapons seem to have no effect on those big guys painted in camouflage paint.  In front of the chariot, an ordinary rifle is no more than a fire stick. Big Max stayed in the fighting position at a loss, not flinching, but he did not continue to shoot.  Bang bang The sound of an explosion at an extremely close range sounds completely different from that from a little further away.  The heat wave is coming in a flash, and the tiny debris makes the exposed skin sting.  In the blink of an eye, about forty or fifty meters to the right of Big Max, a "Teutonic Knight" burned into a ball of fire.  After the enemy in front of him was killed, before Big Max could feel any joy in his heart, he saw another "Teutonic Knight" rushing up under the pull of rapidly rotating tracks.  The majestic momentum made people standing on the opposite side of the battlefield feel fearful. When the machine gun on the front of the vehicle burst out with orange flames, Big Max, who did not want to die, shrank his head and hid at the bottom of the trench.  The next scene left him stunned.  The Japanese combat supervisor was seen with his head lowered and his waist bent, holding a submachine gun in his left hand and holding a flaming soju bottle tightly in his right hand.  When another enemy tank rolled over the trench, he suddenly slowed down and straightened up, pausing for a moment as if to weigh the best opportunity.  For a moment, he struggled to throw the bottle towards the back of the enemy tank.  After completing this action,His body bowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the chariot.  Two or three seconds later, a fireball rose from the rear of the enemy tank that was about to leave the sight.  After attacking a "Teutonic Knight", this bloodthirsty Eastern warrior did not intend to stop.  He quickly ran north along the trench, picked up a bag with one hand from a corpse wearing a helmet, and then leaned on the edge of the trench to look out.  After a moment, like a black cat that has spotted a mouse, he climbed out with extremely quick and dexterous movements.  The sound of gunfire and explosions outside the trenches was still fierce, and it was unclear whether the flashes of fire were from grenades, artillery shells or incendiary bombs.  After a full two minutes, a loud bang suddenly came from the front of the trench, which instantly caused Big Max's eardrums to hurt.  In a moment, someone rolled into the trench on his hands and knees. Big Max took a look and saw who else could it be besides the Japanese who was born for war!  Looking at the panting Japanese lying on the ground, Big Max could imagine the heroic deeds of this guy just now. In addition to admiration and gratitude, he was also curious about what was in this guy's head: treating his subordinates roughly, beating him cruelly.  Kill your opponent.  Is this a realistic representation of fighting spirit?  Just when Big Max was filled with doubts, the Japanese war supervisor got up with deft movements, patted the soil, turned around, and then glanced viciously at the soldiers squatting or sitting at the bottom of the trench, waving his hands angrily.  With his right hand, he shouted: "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the enemy to come in and kill you? Shoot! Get up and shoot!" Upon hearing the battle call, Big Max reflexively grabbed the gun and stood up without thinking too much.  Standing on the steps with a gun in hand.  In sight, there were twenty or thirty enemy tanks that forcibly ran over the first trench, but the massacre of the infantry by the tanks did not stop there.  Molotov cocktails with fire flew out from the trenches or other corners one after another. Several tanks were already in flames, running around like mad cows with their tails on fire; some of the fires were not too big, and the machine guns on the tanks were  There was a roaring sound, and the soldiers wearing round-brimmed steel helmets were rushing up from the sides and back without caring about their own safety.  The enemy infantry accompanying the tank attack had also rushed to the first trench. Seeing that enemy soldiers wearing gray German-style helmets were still coming in a steady stream, Big Max seemed to be suddenly possessed by a demon, completely unfazed.  Bullets and shrapnel were flying around, and his shoulders were pressed against the butt of the gun like a rock. He quickly pulled the bolt and fired. He pulled the bolt and fired. The figures dozens of meters away suddenly fell backward.  Five bullets were out. He squatted down slightly and quickly loaded the bullets. In this way, he fired five bullets, and then five more I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Big Max seemed to wake up from his sleep. He was surprised.  Suddenly, he realized that he had used up all the bullets he could find, but he couldn't remember how many enemies he had hit.  Look around the front.  Most of the enemy tanks that rushed into the position have been turned into scrap metal. Some of them have obviously deformed appearance. It seems that they were directly exploded by anti-tank cannons or anti-tank rocket launchers; some have hatches wide open, and the tanks  There were several corpses scattered in various strange postures on the body and beside the car body; some of them turned into blazing bonfires Moving his eyes forward, the sight surprised Big Max: the first trench was surrounded by paved roads.  You must know that before the enemy tanks rushed into the position, there were only large and small craters and mud there!  With both sides having suffered heavy casualties, the enemy's attack continued.  On the hillside in front of the first trench, twenty or thirty enemy tanks were still rumbling forward.  They have huge bodies and rigid lines, and the front of the long barrel is equipped with a huge muzzle brake. The shells and bullets hitting the front are not enough to stop their progress. Every time the cannon fires, it makes a deafening roar.  .  "Two hundred meters or three hundred meters, Big Max couldn't tell, and the rifle's scale still stayed on the 500-meter mark.  He took out the bullet clip from the bullet belt, filled it into the magazine, pulled the trigger, pulled the bolt, reset, pulled the trigger, and kept repeating, placing all the fear, fear, confusion, etc. in his heart on these bullets.  Up, shoot forward I don't know how long it took, the sound of gunfire gradually subsided, and Big Max lay on the edge of the trench in despair, staring ahead with empty eyes.  A defense line without tank support, without fighter plane cover, or even lack of heavy artillery support, actually withstood a ferocious enemy offensive. In sight, there were forty or fifty tanks that were destroyed, damaged and abandoned. Is it really like those?  The Japanese said that the enemy is not as powerful as they imagined. Their soldiers are afraid of war and death. As long as the Scottish army shows fearless fighting spirit, the enemy's offensive will be like a wave meeting a seawall, even if the waves are huge,  In the end, you have to retreat obediently.  "Did you see it? Well! Did you see it?" The Japanese war supervisor shouted in his strangely pronounced English, "Your enemies are just a group of reckless and stupid guys with no tactical literacy at all! If  The Japanese army is stationed here. Just a counterattack can make themGo back to the border. It's a pity that you are also timid, lack courage, and have no confidence. Some people just hid under the soil and trembled from beginning to end. It's shameful. It's really shameful!  " The soldiers looked at each other, but Big Max realized that their company commander was missing in the battle just now, and now he appeared with a face full of mud. It seems that he was the one who was ridiculed and cursed by the Japanese.  !
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