Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 683 Steel Fortress
Before the British soldiers had time to figure out what was going on, the steel monster suddenly sprayed fire snakes, the upper hatch was opened, and the machine guns mounted on it fired wildly. Fell in a pool of blood.The rest of the British soldiers were terrified, they got into the trenches one after another, raised all the weapons they could use, and fought back frantically.

This is the latest new type of tank developed by the empire in recent years, especially the tiger tank is one of the best.The entire tank has a beautiful shape and excellent craftsmanship. It has a crew of 5 people and a weight of 57 tons. Vertical obstacles and trenches of 700 meters.Its thickest armor reaches 45mm, and it is equipped with an 72mm cannon and two 0.79mm machine guns.In such a battlefield can be called the king of war.

For such a behemoth with rough skin and thick flesh, the British's counterattack was not effective at all. Instead, it seemed to anger the monster. The artillery above fired shells one after another, hitting the British artillery accurately. On the battlefield, the artillery positions were ablaze for a while, with explosions one after another, the cannons were destroyed, and the gunners fell in a pool of blood one by one. The British artillery was completely stunned, and there was no chance to fight back.

The spirit of the British has collapsed. This is not a war, but a death!Did the Chinese cast some mysterious spell to summon ancient demons?

"How is this possible? How could the Chinese send a tank unit as an advance? Why didn't our outposts find anything in advance? Did the Chinese fall from the sky?" No one answered his questions. At this time, his hands were a little bit Trembling, the tank group was getting closer and closer, the barbed wire fence in front of the position had no effect on them, and they fell under the monster's tracks one after another. The British soldiers obviously had no desire to fight under the instant violent blow.

"Damn it, if I have an excellent armored force at this time, maybe I can handle it better now, but Britain is too far away from India, and it is impossible to transport a large number of excellent tanks here from the mainland. I paid a lot of freight, so this time I only supported one-fifth of the total number of tanks, and it is still being transported here by transport ship, and it may take ten and a half months to actually arrive. What should we do now? There is no way to continue this battle." Vincent clearly saw that under the rampage of enemy tanks, the defenders on the left and right flanks had long been frightened, and they dropped their weapons at the beginning of the battle. On the other hand, the Beekman Infantry Battalion deployed in the central position is still strictly observing the battlefield discipline, but although they are still firing their guns blindly, it seems that their morale has also dropped to the extreme.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we can't fight anymore, those ghost things are really scary." John's voice was a little terrified, "Bullets are useless to them, and our artillery position has been completely destroyed. Let's retreat immediately while there is still a chance. Otherwise we will all die here!"

Vincent also completely lost the courage to continue fighting. With trembling lips, he issued the most shameful order since he joined the army: "Retreat, all retreat to Moradabad, and report to Commander Brock about the terrible things that happened here. The situation!" The soldiers of the Beekman Infantry Battalion who received the retreat order fled the trenches one after another, rushing to the rear.

Panzer Corps took the trenches almost effortlessly. "Want to run? It's not that easy!" Chen Jitang gave an order, and two armored battalions began to chase the defeated British soldiers. A dozen tanks advanced to a village and drove into the street, where several small fortresses of the British army were still spitting out flames. , trying to slow down the speed of the tanks, the tanks destroyed their unnecessary resistance with shells without hesitation, and the British soldiers gave up the last thought of fighting, and desperately broke up in the direction of Moradabad. .Some soldiers who were wounded or had no strength to escape simply dropped their guns and squatted on the ground with their hands folded, waiting helplessly for the final judgment of fate.The Beekman Infantry Battalion, which Brock had placed high hopes on and believed to be able to hold off the Chinese for more than ten days, was defeated in less than an hour, and the frontline positions completely fell into the hands of the Chinese.The armored corps sweeping across the battlefield slowly stopped, and rushed to the top of the front tank numbered 001 to lift the cover. Chen Jitang poked his head out of the sultry fuselage.

The ghostly weather in India is really too sweltering. The high temperature and turbid air inside the tank body made Chen Jitang feel very uncomfortable. His straight officer uniform was soaked and deformed by sweat. Paying attention to military appearance, he has long since taken off only an army green vest with only a pair of shorts underneath.Chen Jitang wiped off the sweat from his head and put on his military cap again. He was quite satisfied with the first battle of the Panzer Corps. From the start of all 1250 tanks to the present, except for two that broke down halfway due to machine failures on the road, the others were on the road. Not a single tank was lost throughout the battle.He looked back, and the assault artillery, half-track armored vehicles, engineers, supply and maintenance troops were slowly appearing in sight, and the artillery and engineers sitting on the cars looked listless, and they all complained that they did not participate. Feeling sorry for this battle, I thought what was going on, I finally arrived at the battlefield, and before I could do anything, I saw that the battle was over, and I came to clean the battlefield.Before dawn, the whole division was ordered to set off, and when they set off, they were ordered not to rush on their way, but to be on their own, leading the tank troops to finish the battle first.

"Legion Commander, it's boring for you to do this." The battalion commander of the combat engineer battalion of the army came up with an angry expression on his face: "Brothers haven't slept all night, and they have traveled so fast just to wipe it? They It’s fun to fight, but you have to share spoonfuls of soup with your brothers when you eat meat, don’t you?”

"Everyone is a whole, don't say such hurtful words." Chen Jitang said with a smile: "The tank runs fast, it all depends on the logistics belt. Although we alone did not lose and broke through the British position, we cannot obliterate the logistics." Brother’s credit, right? To say that I didn’t do you any favors is really wronging me, see for yourself, there are so many prisoners waiting for you to catch.”

The battalion commander of the engineer battalion didn't bother to talk to the officer, and hurriedly arranged for his brothers to take the prisoners. Repairs, supplies, and even the artillery were all over the street to catch the prisoners.

"Report, two high-ranking officers have been captured." At this time, several soldiers came over with a British officer carrying the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulders and a British officer carrying the rank of major. The lieutenant colonel was supported by the major, and he had difficulty walking , looking injured.Chen Jitang took a few glances at the two British officers. As a major general, he really didn't take them seriously. He rubbed his chin and asked coldly, "Name, position?"

"Commander of the Beekman Infantry Battalion of the British Empire, Lieutenant Colonel David Vinson, this is the clerk, Major John Hobert." Vincent summoned up his courage and said, "We are prisoners of war and demand fair and humane treatment." Prisoner of war treatment!"

Wen Sen was very unlucky today. When he was running away, the horse was frightened and threw him off the horse. One of his feet was severely sprained and he couldn't walk, let alone run away.It was John who was more loyal and willing to stay with the battalion commander as a prisoner of the Chinese.

After listening to them talking about the situation of being captured, Chen Jitang smiled and said, "I didn't expect that some loyal British people would come and take these two officers to the back and give him a good look at his feet."

Just as Yowo was about to leave, he suddenly asked again: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for asking, what kind of tank are you driving? Why have we never heard of it?"

"Tiger tank, after the war in India, this kind of tank will definitely be sought after by the whole world." Chen Jitang laughed and got into the tank again, and said loudly: "Brothers, put on the horsepower and go to Moradabad, The Brits and Indians over there have already prepared lunch for us."

"Yowo, I suddenly had an ominous premonition." Vincent said worriedly: "Looking at the high morale of the Chinese army and the new weapons, I think maybe we will lose this war."

John had a bitter expression on his face: "Who knows, God is just, so leave everything to Almighty God to judge!"

Chen Jitang led his armored corps, singing battle songs all the way, marching towards Meerut in a scattered formation.As the last line of defense in the important Indian city of Delhi, a large force of 28 battalions mainly composed of the Indian army was deployed in the outer positions of Meerut.

Because he is not very familiar with the terrain in northern India, and there are large tracts of tropical jungles and even swampy areas here, it caused a lot of trouble for the march. It was originally expected to arrive in three days, but it took a full six days. Chen Jitang was full of anxiety. Burning bubbles, scolding mothers every day, it doesn't help.He knows that speed is the most important thing on the battlefield, and the arrival may be delayed by a day, and the enemy has already made careful arrangements.As expected, he was surprised by the news from the spies in front: densely packed tank regiments were seen in the outer defense area of ​​Mithra, and the flags should belong to Britain and France.Chen Jitang was so angry that he thumped his head fiercely, "Oops, Oops, it's still a step too late, it's already obvious, the tank support from the foreign devils has arrived." He broke his heart, "Damn it, What's the big deal, at worst, let's have a head-on contest, and the time has come to test the combat capabilities of the Imperial Armored Corps!"

At the same time, Chen Jitang's confidence increased greatly when the vanguard troops following behind joined forces with the armored corps.In order to win this victory as quickly as possible, Chen Jitang and his combat staff went through careful deduction and careful arrangements.In his view, the biggest problem at present is not to seize this area, but how to block it first.Today, although India's Asan's deployment of troops in Mithra is not small, their front line is too weak in the face of their own large-scale armored iron stream, especially now that their troops have added a A self-propelled artillery regiment and an elite infantry brigade, which means that the troops that can be mobilized by one's own men have doubled.If such a battle cannot be won, then there is no need to wait for the headquarters to deal with it, and he should die of shame.

(End of this chapter)