Chapter 293 Wolfla Heavy Gun "Behemoth"!
"Impossible, impossible! Absolutely impossible, this is fake!" The red archbishop shook his head, so frightened that he lost his voice.
Some of the believers behind him had knelt down and kept kowtowing.
Victor is the coming of Jesus?
It is better to say that Hong Xiuquan came back with the house deed and ascended the throne.
So fake!
The cardinal turned his head and glanced at the group of believers, with obvious malice and madness in his eyes.
An archbishop next to him saw this and pulled his clothes.
The Cardinal took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Cover the Madonna statue and don't allow anyone to get close to it. I want to report this matter to the Vatican."
The Archbishop nodded. He turned his head and looked at the figure of the boss running away in embarrassment. He turned his head and looked at the statue of the Virgin. It was late at night, bleeding and crying, and it looked extremely scary.
Someone must be causing trouble here.
Do you understand science?
The archbishop looked at the kneeling believers in front of him and felt very disdainful. They are a bunch of ignorant fools.
Where is the God?
It’s all business!
The church is a place where the TMD gang hides evil and evil. Not to mention many things before the millennium, after entering the 2000s, the US FBI raided a doll and toy store in Miami in 2007 and discovered a shocking scene inside.
Those dolls use real heads and real skin, and most of them are children!
During the search, they also found that the local church was involved in the business. The pastor went to the church to welcome some refugees, but these refugees died mysteriously shortly after signing the "Voluntary Organ Donation Form after Death" !
And their organs will be put on the shelves!
Just when the CIA planned to continue the investigation, it encountered obstacles and finally dropped the matter. The water inside was deep.
It is said that there are figures from the American Democratic Party in it.
You think it is the church, but it is just a tool to make money.
Faith is a hugely profitable business that generates more than a trillion dollars every year.
Why can we see so many so-called labor-management sects in the United States? In the final analysis, they are just for money.
Is it for love.
Okay, every day in the church these archbishops touch the little boy's little hands and smile obscenely, God works for them, and now Victor wants to break in.
The sky is falling!
One phone call sent the Vatican into a tizzy.
A photo was also published in the "Tijuana Post" the next day, which was an image of the Madonna and enlarged text.
“Delivery newspaper! Deliver newspaper! Free gift!!”
There were groups of children wearing newsboy caps on the road, waving newspapers in their hands.
"Gift? Is it free?" asked a woman carrying a vegetable basket.
"Of course."
"Okay, get me one."
The newsboy handed it to the woman, and pointed to a section on tiptoe very considerately. "Look here, here is the shocking news!"
The woman followed what he pointed at and saw a report titled: "Victor, save Mexico, we are welcoming our own God!"
The signature is: X!
This X is actually the pen name of Goebbels, the Mexican Propaganda Minister.
Of course, this kind of "god-making plan" requires his participation. He is a publicity genius and is known as "Victor's mouthpiece". If it is not used at this time, wouldn't it be a waste?
“Oh my God!” The woman looked shocked after reading it and ran home with the newspaper.
Victor=Jesus? !
In the open-air cafe on the second floor next to the street, Goebbels sipped coffee with a smile that showed the overall situation in mind.
Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while.
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In the position 40 kilometers east of Wafra, Kuwait, the lights are bright and there is a lot of people.
More than 30,000 anti-Iraqi coalition forces from all over the world gathered here. They are the vanguard force used to contain the Seoud port and prevent the Iraqi army.
Rommel sat on the ammunition box, taking a bite of military beef in his hand. Not to mention it tasted good. He looked at the scene in the distance with a little worry in his eyes.
"Battal Commander, there is a welcome party tonight, why don't you go?", Deputy Battalion Commander Fedor von Bock asked.
"The hypocritical friendship of a group of gentlemen is not suitable for soldiers, and..." Rommel paused, "We have made such a big movement, do you think the Iraqis will not make any movement?"
" You mean the Iraqis are going to attack?”
"It's not impossible. This is on the battlefield, not in a fashionable restaurant in New York. They all thought they were here for tourism."
Fyodor von Bock thought for a moment and felt that it made sense. Yes, no wonder the battalion commander stationed his troops in the open area on the west side, which is slightly far from the center and will not be overwhelmed.
"Let our people pay attention at night and be tense."
"Understood!"
Rommel squinted his eyes and took a vicious bite of beef.
Bless Victor!
Time passed slowly, and at 2:20 in the morning, it was the time when people and horses were exhausted.
The staff in the duty room yawned and took a public phone to call his girlfriend at home.
Suddenly, there was a sharp and harsh whistle, and then, the sky suddenly lit up, and he raised his head blankly.
Then his pupils suddenly shrank, "OMG!!"
He panicked and pressed the button on the table. Suddenly, the entire station sounded an alarm!
"Dear...what's wrong? What's wrong?" The woman opposite asked in a panic.
Who cares about women now? Escape is the most important thing. The Portuguese soldier ran out in a panic!
As soon as the alarm sounded, Rommel, who was not very sleepy, immediately got up. He looked at the bright light in the distance, and just blinked, he saw the station boom...boom...boom... of explosion.
It was set on fire!
Just say the Iraqis will come.
Without him calling, the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion quickly entered their designated positions.
After the artillery fire passed, I heard the roar of mountains and tsunami in the distance.
If someone looked down from the sky at this time, they would be able to see hundreds of T72 tanks rushing over, with countless infantry on both sides.
"Kill them all! Long live Saddam! Long live Iraq!! Victory belongs to us!"
Chu...chuchu!
With the sound of gunfire.
The first warm-up match begins!
"Set up, set up! Listen to my orders, cross fire!"
On the marked "Lizard No. 1" highland, this is about 3 meters above the ground. The hillock covers an area of about 400 square meters.
Twenty-two people from Class C of the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion are stationed here.
Squad sergeant John Basilone said to his comrades beside him, his eyes fixed on the desert in front of him.
He had heard footsteps and even a heartbeat.
Phew~!
At this moment, a flare shot up into the sky, illuminating the surrounding area very brightly.
Saw it!
John Basilone saw that there were densely packed people below, at least more than 1,000 people.
"Fuego! (Fire!)" he roared!
The M2HB-QCB heavy machine gun in his hand began to spray wildly.
Their squad is a firepower squad, equipped with 3 M2HB-QCB heavy machine guns and 3 M60 machine guns.
They are all bullet-eating "monsters".
The crossfire network formed instantly covered the several hundred meters ahead.
The Iraqi soldiers at the front were beaten into pieces.
A slightly overweight soldier was lying on the ground, holding an AK-63 in his hand, the Hungarian Army’s standard rifle, and the most commonly used individual weapon by Iraqi soldiers.
He was trembling on the ground.
A sergeant behind him crept over, grabbed his collar, "Go up Iqbal! Stand up!"
Seeing that the fat man was still trembling, the sergeant became furious and took out his pistol. Killing the opponent, he raised his body slightly...
"Ah!!" The bullet from the heavy machine gun glanced directly at his shoulder, the bones were directly smashed, and the sergeant screamed and rolled.
Looking at his miserable condition, the Iraqi soldier named Iqbal did not dare to raise his head. He lowered his head and lay trembling beside the corpse of his comrade.
The heavy machine gun is a "beast" in positional combat, and you can't tie it down at all.
Just ten minutes.
John Basilone killed more than 60 people at least!
The bullet casings around him were piled up into a hill, and his fingers felt a little stiff...
The subordinate squatting behind him served as an observer, ammunition transporter, and John Basilone was killed in action. The candidate at the back, with sharp eyes, patted the squad leader's calf, "There are tanks, there are tanks!"
Buzz~
The B-84-1 supercharged multi-fuel engine is also wild on the battlefield, pushing 41 tons of steel roaring.
The Soviet aesthetics of violence are displayed on the battlefield.
"How many, how many?" John Basilone asked nervously.
The comrades behind him quickly squatted and stood upright, "One, two, three..."
"3 vehicles!!"
boom!
Still a few hundred meters away, the 2A46 short-recoil 125mm smoothbore tank gun fired a round!
No one can stand it, NMD!
Japanese Emperor MacArthur always said: "Jamaica is down!"
A cannonball exploded behind John Basilone, and the shock wave knocked two or three of his body away. Mi, rolling around, had a splitting headache, but still managed to get up, only to see that his observation hand had been blown to death not far away.
The team members immediately redeployed their machine guns and fired hard at the infantry climbing up below!
John Basilone's face was covered with blood. He pushed his teammates away and held the heavy machine gun with his mouth half open. His cheeks were trembling due to the recoil, venting his anger.
The Iraqi soldiers who were climbing up suffered a disaster, leaving dozens of corpses behind and retreating in panic. This defeat angered the T72 tank. In the reflection of John Basilone's pupils, the land The dynasty rushed towards our side, and the muzzle seemed to be accumulating strength!
It’s over...
I have to explain it here.
boom!
The T72 tank was hit by a bullet on the side. The entire turret was blown sideways and burned, and the tracks were broken. The big guy was like a beaten child. He wanted to run away, but his legs were broken. There is no way to run, just waiting to die on the spot!
咻~
Another shell blew the turret into the sky. When it fell, it also killed two soldiers.
"M1A1!"
John Basilone raised his head and saw a US military M1A1 rushing up from a small slope, like an iron wing dominating the air.
Peng!
It hit the ground hard, splashing dust, and hit the side of another nearby T72 in front of everyone's horrified eyes. Your frontal ERA armor is reinforced, but not the sides...
59 tons PK41 tons!
Although the tank does not win by weight, in this head-to-head confrontation, weight still has a great advantage. The AGT-1290-TC's engine screamed and it turned the T72 over. ? ? ?
Of course, this was a special occasion... At this moment, the M1A1 turned the turret gracefully and fired a shot at another T72 30 meters away!
These M1A1s were all modified before going on the battlefield. The second-generation depleted uranium discarding sabot armor-piercing projectiles can penetrate 700 mm thick homogeneous steel armor at a distance of 2,000 meters!
How thick is the front of your T72?
If Megatron is shot in the front, he will turn into a gray wolf.
Explode directly!
Boom boom boom! ! It directly caused the T72's shell to explode and was blown into pieces.
John Basilone was stunned.
This is fucking art!
You can drive a tank like this.
"Who is this person? Do we have such a talented person in our camp?" he asked the team members next to him anxiously.
"It must be from the "Anubis" crew." A superior soldier said with hot eyes. Seeing the squad leader's puzzled expression, he said, "The commander is Kurt Konispell. There are also Otto Kalius and Michel Wittmann.”
“They are from the second company, sent from the tank battalion. I have seen their performance, they are so cool. The battalion commander said that if they were on the battlefield, they would definitely be the kings of armored vehicles! "
John Basilone looked at the US M1A1 main battle tank and fired at the infantry, and his heroic look made him laugh. He was a little absent-minded, but soon came to his senses. He saw that the Iraqi soldiers seemed to be completely defeated!
My eyes suddenly lit up, and I looked at the tank that was running single-handedly across the battlefield. Adrenaline surged up, my scalp was numb, and my whole body was trembling with excitement. I picked up the M60 machine gun next to me and said, "Hey, brothers. ~~~~~”
After roaring, John Basilone rushed out.
The comrades behind him roared and followed up, charging back towards the hundreds of Iraqi soldiers who had collapsed!
Just like the Japanese shouting "Banzai!" (Banzai!) and the Soviets shouting "Ula" during World War II, the Mexican Northern Army shouted simply, "Hi~~" during the assault
The approaching gunfire and tank fire behind them made the fleeing Iraqis pay no attention to anything and did not dare to look back. Even if someone wanted to fight back, they would be trapped in the rout of the crowd.
Why have armies been defeated so hard since ancient times? Wharton, such a great guy, was killed by a Korean guy.
There's no way you can calm a wild beast!
Rommel stood at a high point and observed the battle situation with a telescope. As a commander, what he had to do was not to charge, but to direct the soldiers where they needed to charge.
Of course he heard such a big movement in the west corner and thought that the defense line had been breached. When he turned around and took a look, even he was stunned.
"Good job!" Rommel shouted excitedly, and Fedor von Bock was also looking over with a telescope.
“Whose subordinate is this?”
"Manstein of the Second Company."
"Write it down, I will ask for credit for them after the war."
Deputy Battalion Commander Bock hurriedly responded, with a thought in his mind Flash, "Battalion Commander, at this time we can have the 1st and 2nd companies launch a countercharge to push our enemies down. The 3rd and 4th companies can insert themselves into other friendly positions from the flanks of the enemy's open space, which can catch other Iraqis off guard." ”
Rommel also decisively agreed to this plan and asked Bock to countercharge, while he led the third and fourth companies to help the friendly forces.
“Batalion Commander, I will take on the task of supporting friendly forces!”
Without waiting for the other party to react, he ran to the positions of the third and fourth companies, wrapped a white cloth around his arms, raised his arms and shouted: "The history of Mexico will change starting from us, everyone, charge with me!"
He held the M16, bent over his belt, and thrust it into the enemy's ribs!
Boom!
The huge flames of the explosion ignited in front, and the bullet passed through the ear, sizzling.
Charging without scruples requires decisive courage!
Pictures flashed before Fedor von Bock's eyes. He was going to war. In fact, his child was just born, lying on the crib and dancing. When his calloused hands touched the other's little face, he held his child in his arms. He giggled while holding his fingers.
At that moment, he wanted to leave the battlefield.
He doesn’t want to join the army anymore. Bullets will take away his responsibility as a father.
As he flinched, he still remembered his wife saying to him, "Do you want to leave the war to our children?"
Feodor von Bock said goodbye to his family , got into the jeep going to the front line, and his wife stood outside the house holding her child and waving to him.
"We, the people, have liberated Mexico and made the country great. In the next generation, no one will bully us or insult us!"
"Kill!!!"
Fei Dole von Bock roared angrily, and slammed into an Iraqi sergeant with great force, pushing his shoulder against him, knocking him away, and stabbing the opponent's neck with his bayonet.
Before he could recover, another Iraqi soldier next to him hugged him to the ground, and the two began to struggle.
Feodor von Bock bit the opponent's ear, elbowed his throat with his right hand, pushed him to the ground and beat him.
War is never about sitting at the table and tasting fresh beef.
It’s a group of gentlemen who have put aside their etiquette and integrity and are engaging in the most primitive fighting!
Also...one mother's child, traveling thousands of miles to kill another mother's child.
“Long live Mexico!”
“Long live Victor!!!”
…
The sky is slightly bright.
It also started to rain lightly.
It's like singing the last lament for the dead.
John Basilone's face was covered with blood, his right eye was trembling slightly, and the blood was solidified on his face. He was sitting on the stone, holding a small book in his hand, and pointing at it with dark fingers. name.
"Luis Gonzalez."
"Here!" A soldier raised his hand.
"Otres Victor."
No one responded, John Basilone raised his head, brothers sitting below, you look at me, I look at you, finally They all lowered their heads.
He raised his head and sighed.
When John Basilone became the monitor for the first time, he was greeted by the other party. He loved to laugh and eat sweets. He was only 19 years old and he had a younger brother.
"Squad leader, this is a suicide note written by Victor and found on his body." A superior soldier stood up, holding the letter in his hand, and handed it over.
John Basilone took it with trembling hands, opened the suicide note, and looked at it. His tears couldn't stop immediately. Even a tough guy like him was trembling a little at this time.
“I have experienced the carnival of drug dealers in the slums, I have encountered the hostility of wild dogs in the trash can, I have stood in a cake shop, longing for a woman to buy a piece of cake and wish me a happy birthday, but, I No mother.”
“There are no prose or poems in my father’s notebook, only dates of working for others.”
"I love sleeping so much. Then I don't have to worry about being hungry. I can also dream about my mother and my mother holding me..."
"If I die, please take my ashes back to my hometown. Buried next to my mother, thank you, comrade, I wish you a safe journey, I love Mexico, I love Victor."
A gust of wind blew, touching John Basilone's face.
It was as if...
The fallen comrades were wiping the sadness from his cheeks.
War is cruel.
John Basilone wiped his tears, "Let's go and wipe the brothers clean. We can't let them go home like this."
Erich Manstein in the distance Because of playing the organ.
“Erika, that’s great.” Fedor von Bock sat down with a smile and handed over the cigarette in his hand. Manstein was a little hesitant, but the other person directly stuffed the cigarette Put it into his mouth, "Smoke it, there is no such good tobacco in hell."
"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Manstein looked at him and asked.
"You can't die." Fedor von Bock waved his hand. His right little finger was chopped off and was now wrapped casually with gauze. "It's a small wound."
"This battle is not easy to fight. "
Bock smiled: "That means the sneak attack by the Iraqis was successful. You see, the Americans will definitely come back with revenge. The Iraqi ground forces look very fierce, but their air force capabilities are still poor. "
Manstein agreed with this. When they came, the combat headquarters had actually studied the battle situation.
35VS1!
1 million VS 700,000!
The advantage is mine!
It is impossible to lose no matter what. Can Iraqi tanks be used as aircraft? Can they attack reconnaissance planes and bombers thousands of meters high?
When all the troops are assembled, I will push them over to you.
Just a small loss.
"Besides, if you die on the battlefield at worst, we'll meet you at the Tijuana National Cemetery in Mexico!"
Feodor von Bock took a puff of his cigarette and said it very freely.
These words made Manstein perk up slightly, and then he nodded vigorously, "See you at the National Cemetery!"
The blogger smiled.
The sun rising behind them witnessed their heroism.
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Arifjan Base in Kuwait!
More than 300,000 Allied soldiers gathered here.
Just the food consumed every day has to be transported by transport plane from Iran next door. Just the fact that people eat horse chews gives General Norman Schwarzkopf a headache. When Wofra When the war situation in the east came to light, he was even more furious.
The multinational coalition suffered more than 2,000 casualties.
Fortunately, not many American soldiers died, otherwise the pensions would not be paid.
Looking at the angry General Norman Schwarzkopf, the staff officer next to him still gave him good news, "During the war, we killed more than two thousand Iraqis and destroyed Dozens of T72s, among which the Mexican army performed particularly well. One of their machine gun squads repelled the attack of 1,000 Iraqis, and one of them killed 178 people! "
"The Mexican tank group used one. The M1A1 destroyed 7 T72s in five hours. "
Norman Schwarzkopf opened his eyes and looked at him, his round little eyes a little suspicious, but this army staff officer has always been known for his rigor. , won’t lie.
He was immediately interested.
"Bring that Mexican army over. I want to meet them and award them with honors in front of all the coalition forces. I want them to see that they don't just act like gangsters all the time. They have to do their best when it's time to do so!"
Norman Schwarzkopf intended to set an example.
With so many coalition forces together, there were many fishermen, and some even lay in the dormitory without coming out. This made him very distressed, and it was difficult for his elder brother to say anything.
Now that Mexico is so powerful, let’s pull it out.
Hearing this order, the staff officer hesitated, "General, Victor's relations with many countries are relatively stiff. I'm afraid..."
"Don't worry, can they still fight? I'm here, don't worry." Norman Schwarzkopf looked unconcerned.
The staff officer always felt a premonition that something was going to happen.
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(End of this chapter)