My own war game

Chapter 376: A big fuss

Half an hour ago, Turkish artillery position.

"Hey, Gan! Where are you going?" The soldiers who were carrying artillery shells greeted He Chi from afar. Ever since he helped beat the British up, his popularity among the lower-level soldiers has skyrocketed.

"Brother, it's a good thing you are here. Can you help me move the equipment here? The Brigadier General will need it soon." He Chi patted the big box beside him.

"Loudspeakers? Broadcasting equipment? What does the general need these for?" Someone looked at the things around him in confusion.

"Maybe they are trying to persuade him to surrender. Who knows? It's always a good thing if no one dies."

"Persuade to surrender? I bet two rounds of 105mm howitzer shells are more effective than any document to persuade them to surrender." A junior officer said with a hint of sarcasm, and then took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Idiot! Don't smoke next to the ammunition!" A colleague who had a good relationship with the officer snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, and then said apologetically, "Look, Gan, we're going to bombard the opposite position soon, and we still have some shells to move, so we really can't spare the hands to help you."

"Hey? According to the rules, shouldn't the air force launch a round of bombing first?" He Chi asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Today the clouds are too thick and the visibility is obstructed. We can only bomb when the weather improves. That's what the Americans said. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean you." The officer realized at this moment that the guy in front of him was an "American."

"It doesn't matter. I don't consider them as real compatriots anyway." He Chi shrugged with a double meaning, his tone full of mockery.

The officer looked at the other person with flickering eyes. It seemed that this mixed-race guy was not having a good time on the other side.

Then He Chi pulled the other person's shoulder as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked worriedly, "We are a little close to the high ground opposite. If the plane comes later, don't drop bombs on us."

"It doesn't matter. We will use yellow dyed bullets and the Air Force can see it clearly." The officer handed over his cards without any suspicion.

"Is that so..." He Chi smiled slightly, "Then I am completely relieved."

He Chi then pretended to say goodbye, then turned back and said, "How about this, you help me carry these equipment away first, and then I'll come back and help you move the shells. You can also have a couple of cigarettes and take a break on the way."

"That's a good idea." The smoke-smoking officer took out a lighter from his pocket, called two soldiers to help He Chi carry things, and started puffing after just a few steps.

After a while, He Chi turned around to help the artillerymen carry the ammunition. He dragged a 60-kilogram ammunition box to the front of the position by himself. When someone wanted to help, he waved his hand to refuse.

Boxes of four shells were neatly stacked together, and He Chi carried half of them by himself.

"If only all Americans were like him," the soldiers whispered.

"Okay, I should go over now. I hope there will be some more noise later." He Chi patted a half-disassembled ammunition box and said goodbye to the artilleryman. At the same time, he very naturally took the crowbar beside him, humming an unknown song.

Ten minutes later, incomprehensible Chinese words rang out from the loudspeakers on the front line.

"What is he talking about, man?" the officer asked his companion beside him.

"I don't know. He and that Korean woman are the only ones who can speak Chinese in our entire camp. Maybe they are trying to persuade them to surrender." The guy next to him said indifferently.

"Don't worry about that. According to the order, the singing will start soon, and the shelling will begin when the singing ends."

"Open all the ammunition boxes!" the officer shouted, but found that several soldiers were running around like headless flies.

"Idiot, what are you doing?!" the officer asked his men angrily. "Sir, I'm sorry, we can't find the crowbar." A soldier reported anxiously.

"Assholes! What are you doing? Hurry up and find it! Do you think you can open the ammunition box just by looking at me?!" the officer cursed.

By this time the singing had come to an end and the crowbar had not been found, but the soldiers happened to discover several ammunition boxes with their lids opened.

"It's too late, just use this." Several soldiers worked together to move the shells inside. When they were dragging the lid, their hands suddenly felt heavy.

ding~~~
A crisp sound was heard, and white smoke rose from the box.

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Violent explosions sounded behind the front line. People felt the ground beneath their feet begin to vibrate. The soldiers who were waiting to charge subconsciously lay on the ground to hide.

"What's going on?! Is it enemy artillery fire?!" Brigadier General Yaziji shouted behind him.

"Sir, look! It's the howitzer position!" An officer pointed to the rear in panic. The howitzer position in the distance was like purgatory. Howitzers were blown to pieces, and parts kept falling from the sky and hitting the surrounding land.

The Brigadier General felt his temple throbbing. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to give some orders, but he was helpless as he watched the soldiers fleeing in all directions.

The attack was suspended because, due to a chain reaction caused by unknown reasons, the entire howitzer company was blown into the sky. All 12 American 105 caliber howitzers were destroyed. Except for a few seriously injured and unconscious people, more than artillerymen on duty were almost all killed.

"What's going on?! Why is this happening?!" The brigadier general was spinning in circles on the spot like an angry lion. The people around him were silent and no one dared to offend him.

Someone came over and spread his hands in front of the general, and whispered, "Sir, we found this at the scene..."

A dozen black cigarette butts.

"That's impossible!" The brigadier general denied it subconsciously, but hesitated again after a while...

As we all know, it is difficult for the spark from a cigarette butt to ignite conventional ammunition, and military explosives have to be detonated with special detonators. Normally, smoking a few cigarettes would never cause such a tragic situation.

But today, in addition to conventional shells, there is also smoke powder for signaling. If you are unlucky...

"Sir, should we continue attacking?" someone asked quietly.

"Of course, if we withdraw without firing a single shot, we will become the laughing stock of the entire Allied Forces." The general gritted his teeth and then ordered, "Send a telegram to the Allied Command and request air support! Our troops will enter the battle after dropping a bomb!"

When the assistant chose to leave, the general suddenly felt something, and he casually asked, "Where is Forrest Gan? Where did he go?"

"Sir, Gan discovered the explosion and rushed over to help. He was hit by a flying part and has just been bandaged."

"Oh, that's it. Let him have a good rest."

An hour later, three B29 bombers of the United Nations flew over the position, and several yellow smoke bombs were suddenly thrown out from the crowd waiting to attack.

(End of this chapter)