Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Captain, we can't charge now. The enemy's firepower is too strong. Charging forward will only lead to our deaths. Wait for the artillery to arrive and clear these firing points before launching a charge." A dusty sergeant hurried over, frowning and saying anxiously.

His face was covered with traces of smoke and dust, and his eyes showed his concern for the lives of his comrades.

In this cruel battlefield, the enemy's fierce firepower should not be underestimated. A rash charge will only result in the soldiers' deaths.

"We can't rush through the crossfire point. To rush in like this is to die. We can't let the soldiers' blood be shed in vain." The sergeant said as he pointed to the open area ahead that was tightly blocked by British firepower.

The crossfire of machine guns set up by the British army was like a tight net of death, blocking the way forward. Anyone who tried to rush forward would face the baptism of bullets and shells.

Hearing this, the captain nodded in agreement, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Damn the British army, their firepower is so fierce."

He originally thought that he could suppress the enemy with his existing firepower, and then rush forward in one go and end the battle quickly.

Now it seems there is no chance.

"We can't go on like this." The captain looked at the almost impenetrable firepower network ahead, feeling extremely anxious.

Originally he thought that the British army had only two machine guns. Seeing that his own firepower temporarily suppressed the enemy, he wanted to seize the opportunity to rush forward. However, he did not expect that the enemy had not only two, but six.

The crossed firepower of these six machine guns blocked the entire open area, forming an insurmountable barrier.

"Where is the mortar team? When will they arrive?" The captain turned around suddenly and asked loudly.

At this moment, he placed all his hopes on the mortar team, hoping that they could arrive as soon as possible and use artillery fire to break the British fire blockade.

"Here they come." Soon, the soldiers of the mortar team hurried over with four 81mm mortars.

They were well-trained and worked in groups of two to quickly assemble the mortars with skillful and efficient movements.

Then, they began to carefully adjust the parameters to ensure that the shells could hit the target accurately.

A gunner quickly stuffed the shell into the barrel and everything was ready.

"Boom!" When the shell fell to the bottom, it was fired and flew towards the British position opposite with a shrill whistle.

"Boom!" As the explosion sounded, a machine gun position of the British army that was firing fiercely was instantly destroyed.

The huge impact of the explosion knocked the machine gun and the surrounding British soldiers to the ground. For a moment, flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Four consecutive explosions sounded like thunder on the British position.

The machine gun positions on all sides were accurately eliminated by the fierce artillery fire, and the British army's firepower suddenly dropped sharply.

Seeing this, the German captain's face flushed with excitement. He waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Well done!"

His joy was beyond words. Now he finally had the chance to break through the British defense line.

"Keep bombing, kill these British troops for me." The captain shouted excitedly. He hoped that the mortar team could take advantage of the victory and continue to use artillery fire to weaken the British resistance.

Soon, the remaining two machine gun positions were also destroyed.

The morale of the British army dropped sharply as the machine gun positions were destroyed one after another. They had originally resisted stubbornly, but now they seemed a little panicked.

Seeing that the time had come, the captain took out his pistol without hesitation, held it high, and shouted loudly: "Follow me!" After that, he took the lead and pounced towards the British position like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Seeing their company commander leading the charge, all the German soldiers suddenly became excited, picked up their MP40 submachine guns, shouted slogans to kill the enemy, and rushed towards the enemy positions.

The momentum seemed to crush all obstacles in front of it.

Without machine gun suppression, the British soldiers' counterattack became very weak. Especially under the intensive fire of the MP40 submachine guns in the hands of the German soldiers, they were even more unable to resist and were completely defeated.

"Kill!" The captain, who found the pistol inconvenient, picked up a Sten submachine gun on the ground and fired fiercely at the British soldiers in the trench.

The sharp bullets rained down like raindrops, and several British soldiers were knocked to the ground before they could react, and their blood dyed the soil in the trench red.

"Charge, victory is at hand." Seeing the British army's first line of defense being breached, the German captain showed joy on his face and shouted excitedly.

He seemed to have seen the final victory waving at them, and his heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.

The commando members following behind him were even more excited.

They knew that if they could capture the Governor's Mansion in one fell swoop, they would be the greatest contributors to the battle, and this honor would be of great magnitude.

Seeing victory was within reach, everyone burst into great fighting spirit, and shouts of killing rose and fell, resounding throughout the battlefield.

"Kill, kill all these British troops!" The German soldiers were in high spirits and continued to advance towards the British positions like a surging tide.

The British soldiers in the Governor's Mansion were frightened and turned pale when they heard the deafening shouts outside.

On weekdays, when facing the Spanish army, they could joke, tease, mock, and even despise each other.

But now they were facing the German army, the most powerful army in the world. They were terrified. Many people knew that they were going to lose the battle and Gibraltar could not be defended.

Even the British Governor knew that there was no point in fighting any further, and there seemed to be no other way out except failure.

"Governor, Fleet H is temporarily unable to provide support." At this time, a telegram from the communications staff completely shattered the British governor's only remaining hope. "What? Why can't we provide support? They are only a hundred nautical miles away from here." After receiving the telegram, the British governor was so angry that his eyes widened and his face flushed as he shouted loudly.

He had originally placed all his hopes on the support of Fleet H, but unexpectedly he was told that there was no support. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

"They've been held up by the four-nation fleet and are temporarily unable to provide assistance," the communications officer said expressionlessly.

He was also helpless. Although he knew that the news was cruel to the Governor, that was the fact. Fleet H itself was in trouble and could not spare the time to support here.

"Bastards, tell them to provide support immediately, otherwise no one can take responsibility for the loss of Gibraltar." The British Governor gritted his teeth and roared loudly.

In his opinion, the importance of Gibraltar is self-evident. Once it is lost, the consequences will be disastrous, so Fleet H must come to support at all costs.

"Your Excellency Governor, I'm afraid they won't be able to arrive for a while." The chief of staff explained bitterly.

He was well aware of the current situation. The situation on Fleet H's side was also very complicated, and it would be extremely difficult to come to support immediately.

Hearing this, the British Governor stamped his feet in anger and said with gritted teeth: "Damn it, without the Strait of Gibraltar, we are completely defeated. Tell them that no matter what the cost, they must support us immediately." He was already a little desperate at this moment, but was still unwilling to give up and was still making his last struggle.

"Perhaps surrender is not a bad thing, Your Excellency Governor." Seeing this situation, someone suggested cautiously.

In their view, continuing to resist might only result in more casualties, so it would be better to choose to surrender, and perhaps they could get some relatively better conditions.

"Your Excellency Governor, we can still continue fighting." But some people rejected this proposal. They felt that as British troops, they should have backbone and not choose to surrender easily. Even if the hope was slim, they should continue to fight.

"We've already lost, what's the point in fighting any further?"

"No, keep going." Although the British governor knew the situation was serious, he still shook his head firmly and rejected the other party's proposal. As the British governor, he was responsible for guarding Gibraltar, so how could he give up so easily?
"Yes." Seeing that the governor was so determined, everyone could only respond, and then returned to their respective posts, ready to continue to deal with the next battle, although they all knew in their hearts that the chances of winning this battle were slim.

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"Going to win?" Franco's face was full of surprise when he heard the news brought by his adjutant. He widened his eyes and looked at the adjutant in front of him with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Yes, according to the information sent back by the front-line observation post, the offensive of the Four-Nation Alliance was very fierce. They took advantage of the cover of night to catch the British army off guard. Now, they have occupied a large area of ​​Gibraltar." The adjutant hurriedly reported quickly and clearly.

He was well aware of the importance of the news and did not dare to miss any details so that Franco could have a comprehensive understanding of the battle situation on the front line.

Hearing this, Franco couldn't help but feel a little strange. He didn't have high expectations for the German army's action this time. After all, the British army's defense in Gibraltar was quite solid.

But unexpectedly, the German army actually achieved this, which was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Why didn't the British and American fleets react?" Franco frowned, with curiosity in his eyes, and continued to ask.

In his opinion, the movements of the British and American fleets have a crucial impact on the situation of this war. If the British and American fleets intervene, the situation will become complicated and changeable.

"No, it seems to be entangled." The adjutant shook his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

He was not quite sure why the British and American fleets were entangled, but from the intelligence currently available, there was indeed no obvious response from the British and American fleets to the German action.

Hearing this, Franco couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He knew that if the German army could successfully capture Gibraltar, the final outcome of the war would be hard to predict.

You know, Gibraltar's strategic position is extremely important. Once the German army takes control of it, it means that the Mediterranean Sea has completely become the German army's inland sea.

At that time, the German military operations in the Mediterranean region will be freer and more convenient, and it will be more difficult for other forces to make any moves in the Mediterranean.

This series of changes will have a profound impact on the entire war situation. Franco fell into deep thought, trying to predict the various situations that might happen next and how to deal with them.

"General, should we go out?" The adjutant looked at Franco who was lost in thought and couldn't help asking.

In the adjutant's opinion, the German offensive in Gibraltar is so fierce and has reached this point. As long as their Spanish army joins the battle at this time, relying on their familiarity with the local terrain and their own military strength, they will definitely be able to recapture Gibraltar in one fell swoop.

However, looking at Franco's expression at the moment, it seems that he is still reluctant to participate in this war.

"To be honest, I don't want to leave the court. It's actually good to stay neutral. No matter who wins, it won't be too bad for us." Franco said slowly with a wry smile on his face.

He knew very well that the various forces involved in this war were extremely complex, and Spain's current situation was also quite delicate.

If Spain had remained neutral and not gotten involved in the dispute, then no matter whether the war was ultimately won by the German army, the British army or other forces, Spain would not have become the target of public criticism and would not have suffered too heavy losses.

Hearing this, the adjutant was slightly stunned. He had always wanted to join the battle to regain control of Gibraltar.

However, after hearing what Franco said, he immediately began to think about it, and after careful consideration, he felt that it did make sense.

"But if we don't stop, the German army will not easily forgive us." The adjutant frowned, thought for a while and said again.

He knew very well that the German army was now gaining momentum. If Spain remained neutral and stood aside in this crucial battle, the German army would likely become dissatisfied and might take some unfavorable measures against Spain.

"Well, this is also what I am worried about. The German offensive is too fierce now." Franco looked helpless and sighed softly.

He did not want to be easily involved in this war and disrupt the current relatively peaceful situation, but he was also worried about offending the German army and causing unnecessary trouble. This really made him feel torn. How should he choose? Franco fell into deeper contemplation, trying to find a relatively appropriate solution to this dilemma.

"The promise Britain and the United States made to me is that as long as we remain neutral, they will give us corresponding status, even Gibraltar, once they win the war." Franco looked at his adjutant and said seriously.

Hearing this, the adjutant's expression froze, and then he looked at Franco.

"General, will the British agree?"

That's Gibraltar! (End of this chapter)