Wang Hengyue's military strength is obviously placed there!

Once he really decided to launch an attack on Guangdong, the military and political axes could not stop it at all.

But now listening to him, his focus seems to be on the Northern Expedition!

Wang Hengyue's words changed: "If you can unite the southwestern provinces and Guangdong, the Northern Expedition will be successful, the reason why Wang Hengyue is like this is not for one person's territory, but for the fate and future of China." ”

This sounds like a big talk, but he, Wang Hengyue, is qualified to say it.

With four provinces of Sichuan, Guizhou, Yunnan and Guangxi, Wang Hengyue already has enough capital.

After looking at the three of them, Wang Hengyue said again: "I don't want to attack Guangzhou by force, but I want to use peaceful means to complete the preparations before the Northern Expedition." The position of generalissimo was originally sat by a capable person. Otherwise, like the person sitting in the position now, without the support of the warlords everywhere, he will not be able to mobilize even a single soldier, so what is the use? ”

Wu Tingfang and the others nodded slightly unconsciously.

The so-called realization of dreams, especially those of the state, requires the support of tremendous force.

Wang Hengyue said and stood up: "Let's go, I'll take the three chiefs to visit."

Europe, 1918.

The German [***] team, replenished by fresh forces, began a large-scale offensive on the Western Front.

The American [***] team, who had just arrived in Europe, had very little combat experience, but because of the situation, they participated in the battle to defend Paris. Throughout the spring, around 1 million Parisians fled the city to escape the fighting.

In late May and early June, American soldiers performed brilliantly in the battle on the Marne, 56 miles east of Paris.

Pitt's troops were also involved in the defense of Paris.

"Look." Pete shook a letter in front of Black Iron.

"What?" Black Iron asked casually.

Pete shrugged: "A letter written by a soldier from Company F, I'll read it to you"

With that, Pete opened the letter and read it:

"Mom and Dad,

This is the first time in more than a week that I have had the opportunity to write to you. We had just withdrawn from the front, and our division took part in the battle against the Germans, the largest German offensive since the engagement, and for the first time they did not take advantage of it at all. Our men not only repelled their attacks, but also successfully counterattacked in several places.

On Monday morning, the Germans began a terrible attack on us. The French soldiers said that this was the heaviest attack since the beginning of the war. The enemy advanced gradually with intensive artillery fire, and in some places there were craters everywhere, and the ground seemed to be turned over, and the road within 15 miles was under enemy artillery fire.

At the beginning of the exchange of fire, the two captains were in a village with five of us. The village was behind our second line of defense, and the villagers had long since withdrawn. We have three ambulances. When the first round of artillery fire had subsided a little, we ran to a four-foot-deep basement and crawled there waiting for orders. At two o'clock in the morning we received the first order from the front, that Lauber and I were going to start the ambulance parked a yard behind the basement, and as soon as we poked our heads out of the basement, a shell whizzed by, and we quickly retreated. Then we walked out of the basement and the sight was daunting.

The whole sky was red with artillery fire, and in some places it was blazing. Many houses in the village were on fire. Thousands of heavy weapons were fired in succession, guns were fired in unison, and the roar of an arsenal explosion could be heard at an interval. We arrived safely at the emergency station, the first ambulance to arrive, and along the way the road was lit up by artillery fire as if it were daytime. As soon as the wounded were brought down, our car was immediately filled with them and driven back to the hospital.

The bombing continued all day and into the night. For 48 hours in a row, we were busy transporting the wounded back and forth, barely eating. However, in the midst of the rush, the person's nerves were highly tense, but he did not feel hungry. I saw some sights that I will never forget, especially the way our soldiers and the French gritted their teeth. Although their arms and legs were torn open by bullets, they tried not to snort during the journey to the hospital. Some of the artillerymen rushed forward and tied their horses into the bushes, and I saw with my own eyes a shell fall into the herd, and in an instant there were only fifty or sixty dead horses left. The road is littered with dead bodies of mules and horses and equipment of logistics units!

The German artillery fire was very fierce, but our men were very steady, and our gunners gave back an extra shell for every shell they sent. The captured prisoners said that our artillery fire was too strong. Their corpses must have been piled high. One of our artillery units used a 3-inch French Type 75 shell, and they kept firing it, and as a result, a captured German soldier said he wanted to see our 3-inch machine gun. The French said that they had never seen a soldier as good as ours, and the praise of the French general who commanded us quickly spread among the army.

The Germans said we were savages, and they didn't like the way we fought wars. When our soldiers made a surprise attack or rushed into the enemy's trenches, they would drop their spears and rush up with bayonets, guns with severed barrels, and grenades, which the Germans were not accustomed to. The lads from Alabama were very good with knives, and they shouted and rushed at the enemy like demons out of hell. No wonder the Germans were scared.

When it comes to fighting alone, the Germans are no match for us at all, and one of us can easily deal with both of them. They have an advantage only in armament. We took quite a few prisoners, I can't tell you the exact number, but in short, a lot. Sometimes the whole squad would surrender, and a machine gun squad would want to fight with us after surrendering, but the lieutenant who led the troops did not agree.

We transported a lot of wounded German soldiers, treating them like our own. We captured a German soldier of about 17 years old in a bunker, who was uninjured and helped us with the work, carrying the wounded to the ambulance. He's very good-looking, and I really like him. We housed the prisoners very well and gave everyone a very detailed map. Most of them were willing to be our prisoners, and said that Germany would not hold out much longer. But there were also some who were tough, a German who said that it didn't matter how many American soldiers came, they would all be defeated, and a wounded soldier who kept shouting 'damn it' on the way to the hospital. Enough talking, let's talk about something else.

When I came back last night I found a bunch of letters written to me. I haven't been able to read it all yet. The first thing I read was a new letter from home, and I was worried about what was going on. It's okay, you're all right.

Elliot, Laubeau, and the rest of you know who I was with are fine now, and they are not hurt at all."

"Bragging!" Hearing this, Black Iron said disdainfully: "The Germans are scared? Or did you Americans get scared when you first went to war? The fighting qualities of the American soldiers were completely incomparable with those of the Germans. By the way, this soldier should be taught a good lesson not to brag. ”

Pete's expression darkened suddenly: "He's dead"

Hei Tie was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "There will always be deaths, this damn war!" ”

The war was fought brutally.

Yesterday, Pitt's combat group helped the 2nd Division attack the heavily garrisoned German positions near the Bello Forest. The numerically superior German machine guns fired incessantly and gassed, and the American [***] team was almost crushed. The retreating French units advised the American troops not to fight any more.

Black Iron remembers shouting angrily, "We finally got here, is it just to retreat?" ”

Under his and Pitt's command, they fought a hand-to-hand battle and finally won the victory over the Germans. But the cost of the victory was enormous, with the American side losing about 5,200 people, almost half of the total.

And Black Iron also has a nickname: "Yellow Death".

Yellow Death? After hearing this nickname, Heitie felt that it was still good.

In the U.S. [***] team, not only are yellow people fighting, but also a large number of blacks are assisting in the battle.

"Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, the Germans are up, the Germans are up!"

A hurried cry interrupted Pete and Black Iron's conversation.

"Get into position, get into position!"

The American GIs entered the positions one after another, "My eyes suddenly blurred, and then I couldn't see anything clearly, and tears blindfolded me, and I couldn't hold back anymore and started crying loudly." Homesick, it's the first time I've grown up and been homesick like this."

Smoot hurriedly finished writing this paragraph, quickly put the letter away, and entered the position with a gun!

"May God bless me." Smoot whispered to himself in the wash, and he raised his gun.

He aimed at a German and pulled the trigger, and the German fell to the ground, and Smoot exclaimed excitedly, God, this was the first German he had killed on the battlefield.

But before the cheers were over, Smote snorted and collapsed in his position.

"Smoot, Smoot"

"God, doctor, doctor, where the fuck the doctor is!"

This cries kept ringing in Smoot's ears, and he thought, is he going to die? Why don't you feel any pain at all?

He felt a pair of hands pressed against his heart, and although Smoot couldn't open his eyes, he could feel that it must be a woman's hand.

Ah, it's that beautiful Chinese girl, what's her name?

Yes, Yu Yun, her name is Yu Yun. I like her very much, and I wanted to wait until this battle is over and confess to her, but it seems that I have no chance.

Yu Yun stood up and sighed softly.

This American soldier named Smoot is dead!

(To be continued)