My own war game

Chapter 374 Anglo-Turkish Conflict
"Ne yapmak istiyorsunuz?! ngilizler!" (What do you want to do?! British!)
"Fuck you! I've disliked you for a long time!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of fists colliding could be heard one after another.

The camp's water point was in chaos. British and Turkish soldiers who were fetching water threw punches at each other, more than a dozen people wrestled with each other, water bottles were thrown all over the place, and all kinds of dirty words mixed with local slang were spitted at each other.

This was the scene that occurred at the gate of the camp early in the morning, and as soldiers from both sides continued to rush to the battlefield, the situation tended to escalate.

As we all know, Türkiye's predecessor, the Ottoman Empire, had been at odds with the British for a long time, and the feud between the two sides can be traced back to the Age of Discovery.

Later, the empire declined and European powers divided up North Africa, and the most valuable Egypt and Sudan were the pieces of meat that Britain cut off from the Ottoman Empire.

Later, after World War I, the Ottoman Empire was disintegrated by surrounding forces driven by Britain.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Turks hate the British for the loss of their country.

The status of the Turkish First Brigade is also very special. In the Gallipoli Campaign, the founding war of Turkey, the Turkish First Brigade once pursued the British army relentlessly. It was one of the few foreign wars in which Britain lost very thoroughly.

In other words, the military prestige of the Turkish First Brigade was established by stepping on the face thrown on the ground by the British.

Driven by this national sentiment, it doesn't seem strange that the two sides would fight each other as soon as they met.

boom! !

A gunshot echoed all around, and the British commander pulled out his pistol and fired a warning shot into the air, which forcibly separated the two sides who were already fighting on the ground like mud monkeys.

"Sir, I hope you can give us an explanation for what happened!" British Brigadier General Brodie angrily questioned Brigadier General Yazigi. The British soldiers were outnumbered and suffered some losses.

"I just saw the whole process of the incident. My soldiers were only showing the courage that a Turkish man should have." Brigadier General Yazgi responded bluntly. As a hero in the last war against Britain, he is an extreme nationalist.

"Sir, are you going to condone your soldiers to engage in private fighting?" Brigadier General Brody adjusted the pistol on his waist with a bad look on his face.

"Indeed, I don't agree with private fighting either. How about a duel instead? We can start with senior officials." Yazigi countered at the same time.

Brody snorted, turned and walked away, and the conversation ended on an unpleasant note.

When the British troops left, Yazigi's face darkened "Call the soldiers who participated in the fight today!"

More than a dozen people lined up in a row, and there were traces of fighting on each of their uniforms. Looking at the general's expression, the soldiers were a little nervous.

"Why fight with the British?" asked the brigadier general in a deep voice.

The soldiers looked at each other and some stood up to be careful. "We were fetching water and suddenly someone was squealing like a pig."

"Are you sure it was the British who did it?"

"Of course, there was no one else around at the time." The soldier confirmed with certainty.

"Then you rushed up and started fighting with the British?" The brigadier general frowned and continued to ask.

"No, it was actually the other side that rushed over first." The soldier reported somewhat aggrievedly. The same question also occurred in the British camp.

"Lieutenant, were our people the first to provoke today?" Brody asked the officer in front of him seriously. The officer had black circles under his eyes, obviously hit by a sky rocket.

"No, sir." The lieutenant denied. "Although we hate these barbarians, we still know the military discipline."

"We were fetching water when someone in the other crowd shouted in English: All the British women have been slept with by Americans, and then..."

"Are you sure?! This is a serious accusation!" Brody became angry. After all, the bad things done by the American troops stationed in Britain during World War II have always been a thorn in the hearts of the British.

"I'm pretty sure there are only Turks in that direction."

"What a bunch of bastards! Trash!" Brigadier General Brody cursed in a low voice. One of his nieces had her marriage ruined by the British and American soldiers, and she could hardly tolerate such an insult.

"It seems that we need to teach these rude guys a lesson. When you fetch water at night, bring more people and wooden sticks, and then..." Brody whispered.

That night, the lone soldier of the Turkish Brigade was beaten severely with wooden sticks by the British who were waiting for him. This became the breaking point for the second fierce cold weapon conflict between the two sides.

Surprisingly, even with the arrival of subsequent reinforcements, the Turks, who thought they had higher individual soldier quality, actually lost, and their defeat was particularly complete.

"Shame! It's a huge shame!" Brigadier General Yazigi's roar could be heard clearly even ten meters away from the tent.

"In a hand-to-hand fight with equal numbers, you actually lost to those old soldiers! Are you still descendants of the Turks?!"

It was obvious that the Brigadier General was not angry about the fact that his own people were fighting again, but that he lost the fight when the numbers were equal.

The officer in charge explained in a depressed tone, "Sir, we were almost winning, but when those British guys started playing those strange flutes, they just..."

It turned out that this time the British not only brought sticks, but even brought out the bagpipes used in wars hundreds of years ago. With the support of the military band, the morale of the British people was boosted, and they defeated the Turkish First Brigade and regained the city.

"We can't just let this matter go. The Turks will never accept this kind of humiliation! We must make things look different tomorrow!" The general gave the soldiers a death order.

"And can anyone of you figure out how to get rid of those broken flutes!"

Someone outside the plan stepped forward.

"Sir, although I did not participate in the conflict, I also have Turkish blood. Maybe I can think of a solution." He Chi, who had been acting as an interpreter, said seriously.

"Gan, do you have any good ideas?" From the tone of his voice, it was clear that this guy was very familiar with the general.

"Scottish bagpipes are British military instruments. When they hear the war songs from their hometown, their fighting power and organization level will rise to a higher level." He Chi summarized the reasons for the other side's victory, and then said, "If we can change the music for the other side, it can have the opposite effect."

"What music?"

"That depends on what tapes or record players are here. I remember there seem to be some things in the warehouse that can't be used." He Chi rubbed his chin and said.

The next day, when the British soldiers were fetching water, they suddenly heard a loudspeaker playing a familiar tune from their hometown.

(End of this chapter)