Chapter 556: Nanyang (8)

With a loud bang, a Northwest Tiger tank was placed heavily on the dock by a crane, provoking loud curses from the Marines, who saw that it was deliberately done by the British dock workers who were operating the dock's heavy cranes.

"Hey, boy, if you don't know how to drive this thing, I don't mind teaching you by hand." A Marine corporal next to him rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb the crane to talk to the docker in person. Seeing this, his comrades-in-arms quickly stopped the short-tempered corporal and said to a British officer beside him: "Second Lieutenant, if you can't stop this rudeness, please tell us immediately, and I will be happy to serve you." ”

"Oh, Mr. Lieutenant, don't worry, I'll teach this kid a lesson myself, he probably drank too much last night." A British second lieutenant next to the crane looked at a group of unkind-looking Chinese marines around him, and hurriedly stepped forward and scolded the dock worker above, "Damn Rick, if you are dissatisfied with these Chinese soldiers, I suggest you take them back and wait for them to have a pure friendship boxing match when they get off the ship, our British Empire's army has not degenerated to the point where we need a dock worker to be angry for us." ”

Soldiers on both sides were angry and disagreeable with each other as a result of yesterday's naval battle, which almost escalated into a full-scale war between the two countries, but the dock worker's rude and undisguised behavior almost added to the tension between the two sides. On the dock, a group of British sailors and soldiers of the 2nd Marine Brigade were looking at each other in a puff.

Zheng Xin and Lord Wilson, who were still greeting each other on the side, sensed the tense atmosphere of the soldiers on both sides, looked at each other and smiled, and came to the scene together.

Zheng Xin walked to the 'Northwest Tiger' tank that had just been rudely thrown to the ground, and asked a soldier of the Marine Brigade who was nervously inspecting the tank with a smile: "Corporal, can this tank still be driven now?" ”

"Report sir, I don't know, these dog-boy Brits are too heavy, and I don't know if the parts inside have been damaged without careful inspection." The corporal puffed up his words and said that for these tankmen, who valued tanks as their lives, the docker's blow just now was like a fall in his face.

Zheng Xin patted the corporal on the shoulder, "Corporal, I'll give you ten minutes now, start this tank immediately, and show these Brits, the performance of our Huaxia tank is not blown."

"Yes, sir," the tanker jumped into the tank's cab with agility, and after a while of tinkering inside, the tank let out a familiar roar, and then the tank slowly moved on the dock, and then the tank's exhaust pipe spewed out a puff of cyan smoke, and with an acceleration it jumped up a slope, and then made several circles on the spot, and then came to a beautiful emergency retreat before stopping.

Watching the wonderful performance of this tank, even the British soldiers, who had previously been hostile to them, could not help but blow their whistles.

"General Zheng, your country's tanks are really amazing." Lord Wilson couldn't help but admire from the sidelines.

"That is, this tank of our country can be said to be the best in the world." Hearing Lord Wilson's admiration, Ren Ran, the commander of the Marine Brigade on the side, couldn't help but sneer: "I believe that the power of this tank has been well experienced by the Germans." ”

Ren Ran was indeed a little annoyed by the scene just now, but out of the reserve of a brigade commander and it was not good to get angry on the spot, he could only make a sarcastic remark here.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Lord Wilson and Lieutenant General Percival next to him changed slightly, in the French campaign that had just ended, the Germans were driving this tank to continuously impact the British and French defense lines, until the British and French troops were driven into the sea after beating the British and French troops to the ground, and now there are still more than 100,000 British and French prisoners staying in the German prisoner of war camps. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the British hated this tank to the core.

"Alright, everyone," seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, Lord Wilson hurried out to play the round, "I believe that with the deepening of the understanding between the two countries, everything will be fine, now everyone should hurry up and unload the ship." ”

As the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles of the Marine Brigade were unloaded one by one, the soldiers of the Marine Brigade also disembarked one after another, and under the leadership of their respective commanders, they lined up neatly on the dock.

"Turn Left"

"Look to the right, look forward to report the number"

"One, Two, Three, Forty-Five"

After a while, the star officer on duty trotted over and reported to Ren Ran and Zheng Xin: "Report to the commander, the 2nd Marine Brigade has been assembled, and it should be 7,535 people, but it is 7,535 people, and the report is complete."

"Take a break"

Zheng Xin made a gesture of invitation to Lord Wilson and Lieutenant General Percival, and Lord Wilson nodded happily, and then began to review the Marine Brigade accompanied by Lieutenant General Percival and Zheng Xin and others.

Seeing the neatly arranged officers and men of the Marine Brigade standing majestically in front of the dock wearing ocean-colored camouflage uniforms and armed with Type 5 or 6 semi-automatic rifles and Suomi submachine guns, Lord Wilson looked in a trance. Are these soldiers the same compatriots of the Chinese who are being bullied in Malaysia? No matter how Wilson looked at it, he felt that their spirits were completely different except for their similar skin color and hair, and looking at these unruly soldiers, Wilson had to think about his attitude towards China in Malaysia in the future.

Unlike Lord Wilson, who only looked at the mental outlook of the soldiers, Lieutenant General Percival saw the soldiers' expressions and the weapons they held in their hands.

The weapons in the hands of these Chinese soldiers, as a high-ranking officer of the British Empire, he had never seen or even heard of them, and the rifles in the hands of these soldiers were obviously loaded in a magazine type, and the capacity of their magazines was at least ten rounds. Lieutenant General Percival also noticed that some of the soldiers were carrying grenades, and just one glance at Lieutenant General Percival confirmed that it was a very advanced rifle. At the same time, he also found that all the soldiers had a Mitsubishi-shaped bayonet hanging from their waists, which made this professional soldier who had been in the army for decades also couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and he knew at a glance that if these bayonets pierced into the human body, then unless a doctor operated on the spot to suture the wound, otherwise the wound of the knife would definitely make the person bleed the last drop of blood until death. Lieutenant General Percival shuddered at the thought of how these bayonets could penetrate the chests of the soldiers of the British Empire, and how the soldiers around him could not help their comrades stop the blood that flowed from the Bobo.

"These damn Chinese people have developed such cruel and vicious weapons, may God send them all to hell," Lieutenant General Percival and Major General Bai Tejia beside him glanced at each other, and both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Seeing the majestic Chinese soldiers in front of the wharf, there is no happier than the overseas Chinese on the wharf, for many years they have seen all the yellow-haired, blue-eyed, big-nosed foreign soldiers who show off their might in front of them, whenever they are the slightest change in the Chinese, they are greeted by ruthless rifle butts and cold bayonets. Today they finally looked forward to their army and soldiers, and these soldiers were all yellow-skinned and black-haired like them, and spoke the same language as them. Overseas Chinese firmly believe that with the support of these soldiers from the motherland, they no longer have to be afraid of the bullying of those foreign soldiers, nor do they have to look at the faces of foreigners.

"Brother Zihao, are these soldiers all soldiers from our motherland? They are really mighty," a young girl hid behind Zhou Zihao, looking at the neatly photographed soldiers not far in front of her, with a curious and excited glint in her eyes.

"Yes, they are the army that came here from our motherland to support us," Zhou Zihao said affirmatively, unlike this girl, Zhou Zihao's eyes stayed on the steel guns in the hands of these soldiers and the mighty tanks and armored vehicles nearby. Men are naturally full of curiosity and affection for these murderous weapons, looking at these mighty weapons and majestic soldiers, Zhou Zihao secretly made a decision in his heart.

"Ziying, I'm going to be a soldier" As if he had made a big decision, Zhou Zihao suddenly turned his head and said to the girl behind him.

"What" Zhou Zihao's words were like a thunderbolt, and the people around him were stunned.

Uncle Wang, who reacted first, stretched out his trembling hand wrinkled like old bark, grabbed Zhou Zihao's collar, and roared in a low voice: "Zihao, you have to think clearly, this is not a joke, but you have to pin your head to the waistband of your pants when you are a soldier." Before your father died, he specially instructed me to let me watch you well, if you have three long and two short, have you thought about what your mother will do? ”

Zhou Zihao took a long breath and said in a firm tone: "Uncle Wang, I have already thought about it, if I unfortunately die in battle, won't there be a younger brother at home?" Let him serve my mother for me to support the elderly, why are our overseas Chinese always bullied, isn't it because we don't have a strong army? If we don't serve as soldiers, then who will defend the interests of us Chinese? ”

"But what about Ziying? Have you ever thought about Ziying? Wang Bo pointed to the tearful girl behind him and asked loudly