The moment the first rays of the morning sun shine on the beautiful Malvinas Islands, the sea and sky are filled with a breathtaking beauty that is just as the root word of the archipelago is: Venus – the embodiment of love and beauty.

It's just that the people stationed on the island at this moment can't feel the warmth of love and beauty in any way, and they only see the sad song of blood and fire, and if they rename this archipelago at this time, it is estimated that no one will bless the name of the god of love and beauty on it.

Instead, he did not hesitate to choose the name of the god of war of blood and fire, and it may be more appropriate to call it "Marares" (Ares, the god of war in ancient Greek mythology), because the moment of dawn, the billowing smoke of gunpowder and the rumbling sound of cannons lead the entire archipelago into the endless hell of war

"Boom~~Boom~~~"

Near Mount Harret, which leads to the perimeter of Port Stanley, the capital of the Falklands, the British L118 105mm light artillery and M56 105mm divisional howitzers constantly let out a roar that shook the sky, and the rain-like shells blew up the Argentine defenders' positions on Mount Harrett into a sea of fire in an instant.

The constantly tumbling air waves and the shock waves formed by the explosion were accompanied by the raging firelight, directly sweeping several important support points to pieces, and the barrage composed of hail-like 105mm shells, like an iron plough plowing the ground, swept the Argentine position inside and out, if a soldier who has just arrived at the battlefield sees this scene, he will definitely be shocked at the same time, and involuntarily sigh:

"There shouldn't be any more life left on the Argentine position!"

The British troops, who launched their first attack on the Argentine positions on Mount Harrett early yesterday morning, thought the same thing. However, after several attempts, they found that the Argentines were more tenacious than the British had imagined. The British raid turned into a storm, and from a stormy attack to a hard-fought confrontation, which also made the British ground forces, which had been advancing all the way, have to stop the pace of continuing to advance

"Bastard, stupid! a whole half of the base ammunition is shot out, and your battalion is blown back by a few Argentine mines, it's a coward, a coward"

The artillery fire on Mount Harrett resounded in the sky. Inside the British Forward Command Post, which was set up not far away, the roar of Major General Moore, the commander of the British ground forces, was as deafening as the artillery outside. And Lieutenant Colonel Worth, the commander of the 42nd Assault Battalion of the British Marine Corps, who was standing in front of him, although he was a little trembling, still mustered up the courage to justify:

"General, our fire preparation is still not sufficient, and the artillery strikes are too sloppy. The firepower also extends too quickly. It's simply not enough to cover the upward assault of the nurses."

"You're saying that fire support isn't enough, aren't you?" Before Lieutenant Colonel Worth could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an even more angry roar:

"Then you'll have to ask the commander of the task force, Mr. Commander, why he didn't bring in our ammunition supplies!"

"This"

Hearing Major General Moore's words, Lieutenant Colonel Worth was also speechless, but fortunately, at this time, the staff officer of the forward command post hurriedly ran in, which was regarded as completely saving the British battalion commander from his torment, because Major General Moore had read the telegram handed over by the staff officer. Send Lieutenant Colonel Worth away.

Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Wirth's distant back, Major General Moore unfolded the message he had just received again. The two eyebrows were already tightly twisted together, and then the staff officer beside him said:

"Pick me up from Task Force Command!"

"General, are you going to wait?"

"We've been waiting for almost forty hours, and if we wait any longer, we won't have to run out of ammunition and food, haven't you read the telegram from the artillery position?

"Yes, General, I'll contact the fleet command!" the staff officer replied heavily, and then came to the radio communication command plane, and after a while, he contacted the flagship "Athletic God" aircraft carrier, Rear Admiral Moore took the intercom, did not talk nonsense with the operator at all, and shouted directly:

"I'm Army One, and I'm going to talk directly to Fleet One!" When the familiar voice sounded in the headphones, Major General Moore's long-accumulated resentment erupted again, and it was even more intense than the roar he had taught Lieutenant Colonel Worth before:

"Where's my supplies? What about my ammunition? What about my fire support? I said that the previous support ships that arrived yesterday afternoon have not even seen a shadow until now, and now I don't have even half a base of shells in my hand, but I want to attack the heavily defended Argentine Harrett Mountain, and tell you that your actions are no different from murder, and God will punish you for this shameless man!"

"Sir, your curse is too frightening, but before God punishes me, I hope he will punish the Argentines who stand in your way, and tell them that the task force greets them good morning!"

"Good morning?" Major General Moore repeated suspiciously, but just as his voice gradually fell, a rapid "buzz~~" sound sounded above his head, Major General Moore subconsciously raised his head, and his rich battlefield experience told him what these death-like whistling meant.

But before he could react, the sharp sound had already skipped overhead, and then Harrett Mountain remembered a violent explosion like a cannon, and then the roar of the jet engine came rapidly in the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, several "Sea Harriers" violently broke through the clouds and mist, swooped down in unison, and one bombshell after another poured down, shaking the entire Harrett Mountain

"It's the fire surprise attack of the naval guns, it's the air support of the 'Sea Harriers', it's the task force that has arrived, it's the task force that has arrived, thank God, they have finally arrived"

When the whole Harriet Mountain was in a sea of fire, the British troops on the front line fell into an excited and excited cheer, and at this moment, the headset in the hand of Major General Moore once again came his extremely kind and familiar voice:

"The appetizer for good morning has been served, the 5th Infantry Brigade on the cruise ship 'Elizabeth II' has been transferred to the 'Canberra' troop transport, it will land in about fifteen minutes, and the ammunition supplies you need most will also arrive, of course, between the front-line ammunition consumption, I have also sent a rapid supply cluster composed of 'Wessex' and 'Sea King' helicopters, it should be almost time, I hope the next delicious food can make Argentina have a good meal!"

Before the sound in the headset was finished, the sound of helicopter rotors had already resonated with excitement on Major General Moore's eardrums, and a staff officer had already excitedly informed Major General Moore of the arrival of the officers and men of the first battalion of the 7th Gurk Rifle Regiment and a large number of supplies, which made the face of the commander of the ground forces gloomy for many days finally show a long-lost smile:

"Gork battalion, really have your Woody, with them, and plenty of ammunition, and your support, I am confident that in 72 hours, no! 48 hours, the entire Falklands will be over!"

"Victory will be to our glorious United Kingdom, and I await your good news!" Woodward said with a smile into the intercom in front of him, and then ended the call with Major General Moore, turning his head to look at the chief of staff next to him, George:

"What's happening on the Argentine side?"

"Except for a few radar signals captured for surveillance, everything else is fine!"

"Well, that's good!" Woodward nodded cautiously, then stared at the chart in front of him for a moment before continuing, only this time his tone became extremely calm and determined:

"In that case, let's follow the established plan and strive for a quick solution!"

With Woodward's order, the entire Malvinas Islands was like a powder keg lit, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the flames were soaring, and the Harrett Mountain defense line outside Port Stanley was even more precarious, and the news of distress flew like snowflakes to the integrated combat command post of Rio Grande Air Force Base, but the Air Force Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Macy, who was sitting in it.

Although he was a little surprised by the British army's desperate decisive battle, he still ignored those desperate cries for help, but stared closely at the special wired telephone beside him, walking back and forth in front of this white telephone with an anxious expression, and from time to time he would raise his hand to look at his watch, and at this moment, a staff officer ran over in a hurry:

"General, I just got an urgent telegram from Port Stanley, and Mount Harrett has been lost!"

"So fast?"

Lieutenant General Messi was also a little stunned when he heard the news, and hurriedly came to a combat map of the Falklands, staring at the defensive situation map of Port Stanley, his dark gray eyebrows were tightly twisted into a pimple, and the staff officer standing next to him couldn't help but be a little eager to persuade:

"General, should we support now?"

"No!" Without waiting for the staff officer to finish speaking, Lieutenant General Messi refused without hesitation: "Lose Harrett Mountain, there are two sister mountains, and then there is Landau Mountain, as long as you can hold on for 8 hours!"

"Eight hours?"

"Jingle bell~~~" The staff officer had just said half of his words, and the white phone on the table next to him suddenly rang crisply, and Lieutenant General Messi seemed to hear the sound of heaven, his eyes suddenly released a strange brilliance, and he took three steps and made two steps to the telephone, grabbed the receiver, and couldn't wait to ask:

"'Eye of Heaven' My Eye of God, you finally have a result!"

"I'm sorry General, the interference of the British army is too strong, but we still caught their general location"

"Good! good!" Lieutenant General Messi was so excited that he almost didn't jump up, and after putting down the phone, he picked up another black phone next to him again, and said their long-awaited code words to the long-awaited combat units inside:

"For the sake of victory - assault!" (To be continued.) )

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