My own war game

Chapter 375 The war song begins!
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. (It's you, it's you who must leave and I must stay)

.........

This folk song called "Londonderry Diary" is gentle and melodious, expressing a father's reluctance and concern for his son who is about to join the army, as well as his hope for his son's safe return.

As the British soldiers listened, some of them had tears in their eyes. Many of them thought of the upcoming Christmas, and recalled the snow in their hometown, the warm fireplace, their elderly mothers and their wives waiting by the door.

"Damn it! We shouldn't have come here." Some older soldiers began to regret, and the sentries subconsciously loosened their sticks.

Just as the British soldiers began to miss their homeland, loud shouts suddenly came from the woods in the distance.

"Go! Kill these British!"

The Turkish soldiers, who were well prepared, rushed forward howling, and the British, who were distracted, fought hastily, and the situation on the field was almost one-sided.

In less than ten minutes, the fight was over and the Turkish soldiers returned victorious.

"Hahahahahaha!!! Well done! Gan, I didn't expect you to have such a good idea!" Brigadier General Yazji laughed and patted He Chi's shoulder hard.

"It's nothing. Homesickness on the battlefield is the biggest enemy of morale. Once it forms a scale, it will have a huge impact on combat effectiveness. There are similar stories in ancient China." He Chi said without taking credit.

"Gan, are you interested in coming to our side? How about coming to be my adjutant? I have connections in the Allied Forces Headquarters." Brigadier General Yazigi was overjoyed and directly invited He Chi.

"Thank you for your appreciation. I will consider it carefully after the war." He Chi, who was disguised as a soldier, answered ambiguously.

From then on, Britain and Turkey had a feud, and the conflict was about to escalate, but it was interrupted by an order from the Allied Forces Headquarters - the US Cavalry Division responsible for the attack on Sansoli suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw, and the British and Turkish troops had to be transformed from the second line to the offensive forces.

When the soldiers arrived at the scene, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

On a hilltop that was not very high, the dark land was smoking and dotted with craters. In the passage leading to the mountain, several M46 Patton medium tanks were lying crookedly.

"Gentlemen, as you can see, you are responsible for attacking an unnamed hill. An unknown number of defenders are responsible for defending it. A regiment of American soldiers has taken turns attacking for half a day, but still has not achieved any results." The lieutenant in charge of introducing the situation said in front.

"What does unknown quantity mean?" Brigadier General Yazigi asked with some confusion.

"Literally, we deployed a large number of large-caliber cannons for bombardment, and even napalm bombs. Theoretically, more than 90% of the defenders on this position should have been eliminated, but every time the coalition forces attacked again, the other side would still launch a fierce counterattack."

"It doesn't make sense, but it happened." The lieutenant spread his hands helplessly.

"Will this happen?" Brigadier General Yazigi raised his telescope and looked towards the top of the mountain. He made a very correct decision - let the British go first.

In the afternoon, 300 British soldiers, under the cover of four Centurion tanks, launched an attack on the high ground, but nothing happened until the soldiers reached the halfway point of the mountain.

"go! go! go!"

“Move up and keep low!”

The British troops shouted slogans and lowered their bodies to approach the top of the hill.

The silence all around was eerie. Brigadier General Yaziji frowned as he looked at the lifeless highlands.

Could it be that the enemy has already withdrawn? If so, the British would have the opportunity to take the credit for nothing...

boom! ! !
A crisp gunshot rang out, and the officers in the team fell down.

Tut tut tut!!! Puff puff puff!!!
Submachine gun and machine gun fire began to crossfire, instantly knocking down the soldiers in the front row.

"Take cover!"

"Take cover!"

The soldiers frantically looked for cover, and the tanks behind them turned their guns and began to bombard the positions.

boom! boom!
Two light mortars exploded around the Centurion tank, but the power was not enough to destroy the British side armor. Just when the brigadier general thought that the British had got a chance, two small figures rolled out of the defensive trenches. Ten seconds later, the Centurion in the front exploded with a bang.

"What's going on? Are there heavy artillery on the opposite side?" an officer asked in panic.

"No, it's an anti-tank grenade."

"Impossible. At this distance, how can an anti-tank grenade ..."

"Damn it! Their grenadiers reached 10 meters... This is crazy!" Brigadier General Yazigi muttered to himself with a grim face.

Before dusk, the British retreated, leaving behind nearly a hundred corpses and two Centurion tanks.

Brigadier General Yazigi looked grim in the military tent. Today he saw an incredible opponent. His own people could never achieve such tactics, organization, and unswerving will to fight. Tomorrow's attack was likely to be dangerous.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from the door, "Sir, have you rested?"

"Gan? My friend, please come in and talk." Because of trust, the brigadier general changed the way he addressed He Chi.

"I have some ideas about tomorrow's battle." The visitor said straight to the point.

"Oh? Do you have a good idea?" Brigadier General Yaziji suddenly became alert.

"Sir, do you still remember the fight we had with the British?" He Chi said mysteriously.

"Of course. Wait, you want to..."

"Yes, use music. These Chinese soldiers have been away from home for a long time. I know some Chinese and a Chinese ditty that can greatly boost their morale."

"I can even persuade them to surrender in advance in Chinese. Maybe they have reached their limit."

"But we don't have tapes or CDs." The brigadier general spread his hands.

"I saw that there is recording equipment in the logistics department. I can just record a clip on the spot. It's very convenient."

"It seems like you've already thought about it. Then it's up to you..."

"No, sir, this piece of music will have the best effect if sung by a woman."

"In that case, a woman who can sing in Chinese... wait a moment." The brigadier general turned around and made a phone call to the rear.

At midnight, a woman with an oval face and wearing a North Korean military uniform was taken into a makeshift wooden house.

"We captured a group of North Korean signalmen when we landed in Incheon. This one speaks Chinese the best. You can do whatever you want with him until tomorrow morning." The brigadier general gave a meaningful look, turned around and closed the door.

The heavy snow was blocked outside. He Chi took a few steps forward. The woman shrank back in fear with her eyes wide open.

In the snow, bursts of singing could be heard from the cabin. The sentries standing guard outside shrugged their shoulders and said, "This idiot actually dragged a woman to sing..."

The next morning, on the nameless hill, the guards were communicating in low voices.

"How many of you are still able to fight? Tell us your number!"

"1, 2, 3..." When it came to the number 36, no one responded.

"Something's going on. The ones coming up here today aren't American devils."

"Look! Something is coming out from the other side. It looks like a cannon."

"Don't talk nonsense, that's obviously a loud speaker, I don't know what the hell it's doing, everyone be alert..."

Zizzizi~~~
The sound of electricity was heard, and Chinese language with some noise came from the loudspeaker on the other side.

"Zizizizi~ Brothers on the other side, listen carefully! What I am going to say next is very important!"

"The group opposite is the Turkish Brigade, and their firepower configuration is..."

"The weather is bad today, no planes will take off!"

"The bombardment will begin in five minutes, ruler..."

? ? ? ! ! !
The soldiers looked at each other, and the only intellectual in the company was vigorously writing down something with a pen.

At this time, the speech on the loudspeaker was coming to an end. The man's voice disappeared, replaced by a clear and bright female voice.

She is... singing?
The song flowed like a spring across the scorched land, and then entered the ears of every warrior.
"A ~big river~ with wide waves~"

"The wind blows, the rice flowers bloom, and the fragrance spreads on both sides of the river."

……

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

As the song sounded, violent explosions rang out at the back of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)