I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 52: US Military Personnel Severely Bullied (Please Read On)
The documentary film "World War II (Mini Version) 2: The Southern Front" set a record in the United States where "the soundtrack was more popular than the film itself."

I wonder how many viewers chose to go to the theater repeatedly just to hear the epic battle song "For The Win".

After watching the movie, Americans were completely at ease about the US military's "minor defeat".

As seen in the movie, both sides were warriors, and the Germans also paid a considerable price.

Even if the US military didn't win, at least they didn't lose!
The Easter egg part is even more exciting.

Let's fight with bayonets!
Although it was demonstrated in World War I that the role and function of bayonets have greatly diminished in modern warfare with the widespread use of automatic weapons.

But in many people's hearts, the bayonet is the embodiment and symbol of bravery!

The United States Army also has a training program—"Bullets will run out, but bayonets won't. The spirit of the bayonet is to encounter the enemy in hand-to-hand combat and destroy their will..."

It's not hard to see from the Easter egg that the British and French wanted to compete with the American soldiers in courage and bayonet spirit!

Then why don't you just do it?!

"American soldiers are going to have a blood-pumping hand-to-hand combat with the Allied forces!"

According to rumors, the Prohibition Bureau specially selected the soldiers with the best bayonet fighting skills from the 361st Regiment to participate in the competition.

As soon as the rumor came out, the number of people heading to Chicago surged again!

At that time in Chicago, the most scarce commodity was binoculars, and the most crowded places were all the high ground in the North Side suitable for watching the game.

The "Voice of Freedom" radio station had to be moved to the second-to-last floor of a high-rise building on the outskirts of the battlefield.

There was no way around it; the wealthy seemed to have a greater fondness for hand-to-hand combat, and the number of spectators surged as well, making it impossible to find the best viewing spots on the two upper floors.

Under such intense public scrutiny, the U.S. military, with an even more impressive troop strength, marched towards the northern arena.

Colonel William wasn't naively convinced by the British "bayonet-fighting" challenges in the movies. Although his request for artillery was ruthlessly rejected, he still brought in a more elite veteran company, reinforced the number of heavy machine guns, and equipped the assault team with a large number of explosive charges and demolition charges...

The northern "arena" covers a larger area than the southern area, and the U.S. military can deploy more troops at a time.

From the outset of the offensive, the U.S. military demonstrated its elite capabilities.

Snipers specially transferred from other units occupied high ground; a crossfire network of reinforced heavy machine guns relentlessly suppressed the warehouse's firing positions; assault troops, under cover of fire, crawled forward, carefully clearing all fortifications and obstacles in the path of the advancing American troops with explosive charges and demolition charges...

The visual effects are far more spectacular than the explosions in the southern campaign!
"Listeners! Listeners! The Northern Front of World War II has begun!"

Logan's voice, broadcast on the radio, reignited the nation's anticipation: "We see the American army making a comeback! With a stronger force! With more ferocious firepower! They are conquering the enemy inch by inch with their iron will and superb skills!"

"The British and French firepower inside is being completely suppressed! They have no snipers, and they are retreating steadily! The scales of victory are tipping in favor of the Americans!"

"As expected of the elite US military, they are on the road to a resounding victory!"

The onlookers on the periphery, seeing the American troops advancing with unstoppable momentum, grew excited. Cheers and whistles rose and fell. The gamblers, seeing a glimmer of hope for a comeback, shouted themselves hoarse, encouraging their bets.

"Good, good, good. The US military has steadily cleared the outer defenses. I see the soldiers in the back fixing bayonets to their rifles. Are they about to charge? Is the exciting moment about to arrive?"

Logan's voice cracked with excitement, but none of the listeners in front of the radio cared. They were flushed with excitement and regretted not being able to watch the game live.

Just then, "Thump!"

An unusual, muffled sound, unlike gunshots or explosions, came from behind the defenders' last fortifications.

"Wait? What's that sound?" Logan's voice came through the radio, sharp and startled.

Listeners in front of the radio: Here we go again? Don't tell me the British are playing tricks; dozens of snipers have appeared too!
However, they were only half right.

"boom!"

A shell landed precisely not far from a heavy machine gun position of the US military, and the shockwave and shrapnel from the explosion instantly overturned the machine gun team!
"Artillery fire! It's artillery fire!" Logan screamed. "My God! The defenders have mortars! They actually have mortars!!!"

Audience: Excuse me? Am I hallucinating?

You mean when the American troops wanted to fight with bayonets, the British fixed bayonets to their artillery?

"Yes, the British misled the American army, misled all of us! Those cunning British, can't people have even a basic sense of trust?"

Even through the radio, you could hear Logan's endless contempt and indignation towards the British.

On the battlefield, even more shells followed!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The moment the artillery fire began, the American troops did not hesitate to abandon their heavy equipment, dragging and pulling the wounded away from the battlefield that had been plowed by death.

Their movements were so fluid and efficient that even Logan had to admire them, saying, "The American troops retreated at least ten times faster than they attacked, demonstrating their elite status..."

These words almost broke the hearts of many listeners in front of the radio.

This time, the crowd did not boo.

The audience was completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly as the once-imposing American troops were bombed and forced to flee in panic, watching shells fall continuously, the shockwaves from the explosions even reaching the edge of the exclusion zone, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

This was their first time experiencing the power of the god of war up close!
Logan, on the other hand, launched a scathing attack on everything and everyone on the radio, expressing his indignation on behalf of the US military.

"I can't help but ask, why do Chicago gangs have cannons?"

"I can't help but suspect that there are hidden forces within the government that are condoning the proliferation of heavy weapons!"

"The US military wasn't defeated by the British and French! It was betrayed by an internal traitor!"

"The shells are still exploding!"

"They're still exploding!"

"Simply can not stop!"

"It's over, the US military is being brutally bullied by the British and French!"

As if to corroborate Logan's words, even though the US military had completely withdrawn from the battlefield, the shells continued to fall.

The defenders seemed to be showing off their inexhaustible firepower, firing shells one after another as if they were free, accurately bombarding the now-empty attack area, as if drawing an invisible line of death.

Bullying! Bullying them hard!

Seeing this, Colonel William, expressionless, led his troops to continue their retreat without looking back.

Nobody pays attention to the US military.

The deafening explosions continued to assault everyone's eardrums.

In the silent audience, someone was the first to applaud, perhaps out of release after extreme tension, or perhaps inexplicably infected by the frenzied applause.

The applause was sparse at first, but it was quickly joined by more and more people.

Then, as if a floodgate had been opened, a twisted sense of euphoria once again took over.

"oh--!!"

"Brilliant!!"

"fantastic!"

"This ticket was worth it!"

"This is a real arena battle! It's a pity the American soldiers are too fast..."

Cheers and whistles erupted again, even more enthusiastically than before.

People began to sway to the rhythm of the explosions, and some even hugged each other and danced.

So, looking down from above, on one side was a battlefield filled with smoke and shaking with the sound of artillery fire, and on the other side was a sea of ​​revelry with singing, dancing and cheering!

The visual effects are absolutely amazing!

Even the tycoons at the top of the social ladder raised their glasses (?) to celebrate the grand fireworks display for "freedom"!
Logan seemed unable to contain himself, uttering several memorable quotes: "The U.S. military may not have lost, but the Chicagoans definitely won!"

"This is the roar of freedom! This is the salute of faith!"

"These lonely fireworks, as white as snow, are truly a beautiful sight!"

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