The sun never sets in America

Chapter 438 The bloody battle of the Mississippi River

Standing on the steps, Xu Hao looked up at the mountains opposite, saying nothing, just standing quietly, and finally ran back amidst the sound of "urgent telegram".

"Our army is currently in a fierce battle with the enemy's 42nd, 45th, and 47th Divisions. They have been fighting fiercely for seven days and have been unable to win. Please allocate more flying shark airships to increase firepower and quickly end the war on the south coast... "

"Our unit was attacked. The situation is not too serious, but we are in urgent need of ammunition. The current ammunition reserve is on the verge of critical point..."

"The U.S. military on the west side has shifted from defense to attack. They are not large in number, but they are extremely elite. According to observations, they should be the most elite Washington Division in the U.S. military..."

"Our army is currently engaged in a fierce battle in the position. The opponent's position is complicated. After the attack, it is like a maze. It is difficult for long guns to move inside. We request the allocation of one thousand Type 24 Cornet submachine guns..."

"Our 17th Division has suffered heavy losses and requests to evacuate the rear to rest and recuperate!!"

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Standing in the empty command room in the mountain, Xu Hao was just like when he was standing outside, silently listening to the message that lasted for more than ten minutes.

"Pah", lit a cigarette, Xu Hao leaned against the wall of the cave, staring at the bright light, smoking vigorously, and finally suddenly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and smashed it to the ground. There was another "pop" sound, and then he said:

"Swipe", the pencil in the hand of the telegraph stenographer is all yellow, like a "shit stirrer" that has occupied the shit, constantly oscillating back and forth in it.

When the written message was handed over to Xu Hao, he only read it once and then threw it away, shouting:

Xu Hao, who was opposite, fumbled for a brand new cigarette from the cigarette case in his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Xu Hao said a lot intermittently, and the telegraph stenographer also wrote a lot.

"Give me the headquarters. I request to reorganize the army and replan the war..."

For Xu Hao at this moment, he only felt tired. When he was in the staff, he rarely smoked, but in this war about the ownership of the Mississippi River, he only felt what is "pressure" and "responsibility" .

"Those who came to me for help also told them that there are no people now, but if they can't continue the fight, they can be replaced by the Japanese. Although these guys are third-rate in fighting a war that involves physical strength and brains, they are third-rate. At least it can still be used up..."

"Those who want weapons, tell them that weapons are in short supply now and need to be distributed. For those with one thousand, I will only give four hundred. The rest will wait for supplies from the rear..."

"Whoosh..."

As for the time deducted from sleep, it naturally became part of the time to command the troops.

Smoke rings were blown out, the smoke surrounded his eyes, and finally dissipated. Xu Hao just looked at the battlefield map hanging above. For the first time, he felt that it turned out that the early staff commanded an army of millions, and he alone commanded an army. There is a big difference between ten thousand people, and the biggest difference is responsibility. It can be said that even if it is a division or a regiment below, if their food is not delicious, and the soldiers are upset and come up to complain, he will have to Pay attention to it and even solve it.

Continuously use the encrypted password to type out every sentence he just said.

This is the intimacy and unfamiliarity with war, which determines a commander's view and attitude towards war.

"Pop", the same sound as before was heard. Xu Hao took a slow breath and blew out a white smoke ring. Opposite him, the telegraph operator was tapping the telegram "didi".

As a soldier who sleeps six to eight hours a day and is extremely self-disciplined, he now only sleeps less than five hours a day, sometimes not even four hours. The latest time, he only slept for two and a half hours. .

When the second cigarette came to an end, Xu Hao threw the next sentence to the telegraph operator who had just completed more than a dozen telegram targets. Then he walked to the bottom of the map and looked at the red and blue fonts. Mississippi Front.

"As for those who want to go down to rest, I also allow it, but they must complete the handover. Even if it is for those vassal troops, they must set up the Han military flag!!"

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"If you add one here, it means that our army will win and the American invaders will be defeated. I hope you will fight the enemy bravely and serve the country with loyalty!!"

"As for those who want airships, tell them that the number of airships is a bit tight right now, and they want to use them one by one, but if they are in an emergency, they can accept early deployment!!"

Xu Hao stuffed the almost extinguished cigarette into the middle of the map and lit a red hole, his eyes becoming sharper.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Hu Fengyun fired three shots in succession towards the opposite side, but after three shots, not a single target was hit. Of course, the stone should be counted as one.

"Damn, these Americans are getting harder and harder to fight!!"

"Now everyone is a rat!!"

Hu Fengyun really couldn't take advantage of the American troops who were always hiding in their positions and hiding under machine gun fire.

From yesterday to now, he fired a total of 270 rounds of bullets, but how many people were killed in the end? ?

The answer is three people! !

If this number is compared to the situation in later generations where it takes hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of bullets to kill a person, it should be extremely good and can even be blown into a myth.

But in this era of bolt-action rifles, this kind of hit rate is almost "junk". If the original instructor knew about it, he would even curse, "Don't tell me about it as a teacher, it's embarrassing for you as a teacher."

"Oh, even if I don't kill enough people, why should I be a soldier or fight in any war?!"

Hu Fengyun lamented his unlucky situation. After all, there were already many Han soldiers like him who easily lost money and could not kill anyone in battle.

After all, the Han troops who were able to reach here were actually veterans who had participated in most of the wars. Mixing them among the new recruits would improve the combat effectiveness of the troops, which can be described as acceleration.

But now in Hu Fengyun's view, what a bullshit "veteran" he is. He is not even as good as the young soldier next door who killed four people and was temporarily promoted to sergeant.

Sometimes he even wonders if there is something wrong with his ancestral grave, otherwise why would he be so unlucky, unable to do anything, and unable to save money. Just as Hu Fengyun was looking at the front position and constantly cursing the so-called "ancestors", several shells from unknown sources hit the scorched earth fifteen meters away from Hu Fengyun.

"Boom boom", there were constant explosions in his ears. Hu Fengyun, who was pressed under the soil, looked at the falling shells and had only one thought in his mind. He was really going to die this time! !

The expected explosion did not happen, and it took a long time for Hu Fengyun to open his eyes amidst the sounds of "dong dong".

When he saw the howitzer shells that were emitting white smoke but never exploded, Hu Fengyun swallowed his saliva. Finally, with a "jade pendant sound", he slumped down on the ground and stared at the shells opposite him that seemed to be mocking him. First, he Somewhat annoyed, he suddenly said:

"Brother Dan, thank you for not killing me!!"

Following the clasped fists of those officers, Hu Fengyun bowed to the "dumb bomb".

When everything was over, Hu Fengyun picked up the rifle and pointed it at the "steel helmet" that had just been attracted to him. "Bang", the trigger was pulled, the helmet broke, and red blood and white brains flowed out, mixed together. , is so "disgusting".

"Seventeenth!!"

A scratch was carved on the rifle. Looking at the seventeen scratches of different lengths, Hu Fengyun showed a "smug smile". For him, the seventeen scratches were evidence of his former glory and existence. , even when it comes to bragging with children and grandchildren, there is direct evidence.

(The Han army allowed some officers and soldiers to spend money to redeem the weapons they had used, but they had to be registered in the register and were not allowed to wear any bullets, bayonets or other anti-personnel weapons)
Just when Hu Fengyun was experiencing what he called "surviving a catastrophe, you will be blessed later", dozens of kilometers away in the middle of the Mississippi River, tens of thousands of Han troops were effectively withdrawing.

This scene of withdrawal happened to be seen and photographed by Dai Xi, a Washington reporter on the front line.

As soon as they were taken, these so-called photos were sold by Dai Xi to other colleagues of his for a high price of two thousand dollars.

Even in order to obtain more profits, he divided these photos into several copies and sold them. The photos looked different, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was just a matter of angle.

And when these photos, which Dai Xi had boasted about, were sent back to the United States, the entire public opinion in the United States was as if it had been on stimulants, with "good news" everywhere.

Brainless news such as "the Han army is finished", "the Han people can no longer hold on" and "on the ten major advantages of the United States over the Han" were created by unscrupulous tabloids and finally published on the front pages of the United States.

In big cities such as Washington, New York, and Boston, there were people holding banners and celebrating everywhere. Even the local congressmen and police officers joined the celebrating crowd.

Among them, Towner, who was always against Lincoln, was naturally indispensable. He changed his previous negative remarks about the war and took advantage of the victory of the war to brag. But in the end, this so-called bragging... It turned into a crusade against Lincoln himself and this cabinet.

Just like what Towner originally said to Charlie Southern: "When everyone thinks Lincoln is a bastard and a sinner, whether he is or not, at that moment, he is!!"

As for Lincoln, who had been staying in the White House and had been busy since the beginning of the war and had no time. After receiving the news that the so-called "hundred thousand Han troops" had withdrawn, he was not even happy at all, but immediately He sent a telegram to Leitch at the Mississippi headquarters to ask about the current specific battle situation. Even after learning that they were still holding on and that several Han troops had indeed retreated and numbered tens of thousands, Lincoln just asked The question is, "How long can they last?"

For Lincoln at this time, he had long disbelieved in those so-called "good news". After all, as Lincoln said in a White House:

"If you want me to see more good news, then create it. After all, the more news you create, the faster we will die!!"

As for the "victory" discussed by outsiders, Lincoln only had one idea, and that was how to use the current defense line to force the Han people to end this war that had divided the United States.

At this time, Lincoln no longer hoped for victory. He had no longer had such unrealistic thoughts after the Youzhou War.

In the headquarters far away on the south bank of the Mississippi River, Leitch was staring at the movement direction of the Han army on the map, frowning constantly.

"No, no..."

"Their style of play has changed. It is completely different from the fast-forward style of play before."

Leitch murmured to himself, but picked up a pencil in his hand and kept drawing circles on the map, circling all the places he thought were suspicious.

"Their purpose, no, they no longer plan to fight down the Mississippi River, their purpose is here!!"

"Pop", Leitch inserted the pencil directly into the Mississippi River line of the Great Lakes.

Lei Qi kept scanning his eyes, and finally understood what the other party meant. After the Han troops on the opposite side could not get any benefits from the Mississippi River, they directly changed their direction and focused on attacking the first-line river near the Great Lakes. This river has a large population, both in terms of resources and From an economic point of view, the profits from the victory are very high, which is perfect for outsiders like the Han Army.

And once they cross this line, the Han army can directly penetrate behind the Great Lakes. They will directly and selectively attack the core cities of the Great Lakes. Even as long as they penetrate, America's production and manufacturing will be chaotic. In the end, only Eastern leg.

If the Han navy defeats their navy at this time and successfully lands, it can basically be declared that the United States no longer has the capability for large-scale industrial manufacturing.

Leitch knows very well what it means to have no industrial manufacturing capabilities in this war. Once they really have no industrial manufacturing capabilities, they can basically declare surrender.

"No, no..."

"We must increase our troops!!"

Lei Qi talked about increasing troops, but in fact he didn't know where to mobilize troops, because he couldn't mobilize troops at all at the moment.

After all, he had no intention of deploying troops from the beginning. He basically used a fixed style of play. This style of play lost flexibility, but it also resulted in the victory on the battlefield today.

Now let him liberate the soldiers from the "dark" trenches and tunnels. For Leitch, this is simply destroying his own advantage with his own hands, no less than self-inflicted harm.

"Report, the Han army has withdrawn on many fronts, and they are gathering towards the northern front!!"

When the intelligence officer's sharp scream came from behind him, Leitch looked at the unrecognizable map he had drawn in front of him, snapped his pencil, and then shouted:
"Notify all officers above brigadier general..."

After saying that, Leitch felt completely empty, always feeling like he had done something wrong.

(End of this chapter)