"Boom, boom, boom......"

A barrage of bombs exploded on the ground inside the city of Damascus, and the entire city was shrouded in thick smoke. Before the smoke could clear, another squadron of B10 bombers in a neat bombing formation swooped down from the sky, and only changed to horizontal flight at an altitude of less than a meter, and then the bomb bay doors of the planes opened one after another, and a string of bombs fell from the sky with a roar, turning into a piece of fire on the ground.

"Damn, it's an incendiary bomb!" Commander of the 3rd Army of the Indian Red Army, Ivan Brown. Yefimovich. Petrov shook the dust off his body, put his hands on the ground and got up, looked up at the American plane that was gradually moving away, gritted his teeth and cursed, and his Indian deputy commander, who looked a bit like a white man Kondaraya (who also seemed to be a revolutionary Brahmin), also ran from his hiding place, and looked at the burning houses not far away.

Seeing that the bombardment had come to an end, groups of Indian Red Army and Syrian People's Army soldiers emerged from shelters and trenches and began to extinguish fires and rescue the wounded with buckets filled with sand.

"How's going on in the new city?" Petrov paid no attention to the burning cities, even though many of the buildings burned by American incendiary bombs were thousands of years old or more. As soon as he walked into his headquarters, he stared at the map and asked about the battle in Damascus Innovation City on the west bank of the Bairada River.

"Comrade Karatt's 106th Division is still holding out, and the American troops attacking him have three regiments, and they have also used heavy artillery and tanks." While looking at the report that the staff officer had just handed over, Kondaraya said loudly: "Comrade commander, the 107th Division reports that the east and north of the old city are being shelled, and it seems that the US troops are about to attack there. ”

"It's a siege from all sides!" Petrov's heart darkened, and although he was ready to give his life for the cause of GC when he accepted the task of defending Damascus, he was still a little apprehensive as this glorious moment really approached. He took a breath, dispelled the distractions in his mind, and immediately asked, "Is there any new order from the Front Command (such as breaking out)?" ”

"Not yet." Kondaraya shook his head.

British and American imperialism were not only concerned with grabbing territory and calculating the caliphate, but also actively launched attacks against the Indian Red Army and other revolutionary forces during this time. The siege of Damascus has been going on for five days, and the U.S. offensive has become more and more fierce every time, not only using overwhelming ground firepower, but also mobilizing a large number of aircraft to bombard the thousand-year-old city of Damascus, and it seems that the world's oldest city will not stop until it is razed to the ground.

However, the tenacity of the Indian Red Army also greatly surprised the Americans, and this lone army, which was trapped in an isolated city and completely cut off from foreign aid, did not give any advantage to the invincible American soldiers, except for the outlying positions of Damascus, which had voluntarily abandoned the outlying positions of Damascus, the Americans with superior firepower and strength had not yet seized an inch of land from them!

During these five days, fighting raged on all sides of Damascus, and the U.S. forces launched a fierce attack on the southwest flank, focusing on the city of Damascus Revolution on the west bank of the Bairada River, which was built by the French after they obtained the Syrian Mandate, and had many tall buildings of reinforced concrete. All of these buildings have now been converted into fortresses by the Indian Red Army, and the American troops who stormed Damascus City of Innovation are locked in a bitter battle.

Now the northeastern side of Damascus is about to be attacked by the American army, which means that the American troops besieging Damascus have been reinforced again, and their goal is very clear: to annihilate all the revolutionary troops in Damascus!

"Report this situation to the Front Command, and then order Comrade Carat to hold out to the end in the new city no matter what, the terrain there is conducive to the depletion of the American army, even if we fight to the last man." Petrov was grim and his tone was very harsh. Although the 103rd Division of the Indian 3rd Army was trained by him, although it was the same as the ordinary infantry division of the Indian Red Army in terms of weapons and equipment, most of the officers and men of this division were "old Red Army" who had joined the army before 1933, and their combat effectiveness was very strong, and they inflicted heavy casualties on American GIs who had no actual combat experience in the first two days of the defense of Damascus.

However, as the U.S. Army gradually adapted to the brutality of the battlefield, the situation of the 103rd Division and the entire Damascus defenders became more and more critical. The ground-to-air firepower of the US military is too fierce! The Chinese and British invading forces they had encountered in India were simply not comparable. And this time the numerical superiority was not on the side of the Indian Red Army, and it seemed that the defeat in the defense of Damascus was inevitable!

At this time, the rumbling roar of the motor reached the ears of the commander of the 103rd Division of the Indian Red Army, Carat, and this old Indian Red Army cadre who participated in the revolution in 1924 knew that the American tanks had covered the infantry to launch a new round of attack.

"Hmph, there are quite a lot of tanks of US imperialism." Using his hands and feet, Kalat climbed a half-collapsed reinforced concrete building like a monkey, found a position behind a thick cement wall, and then began to observe the front line with a telescope. The staff officers and signal corps of several divisional headquarters also climbed up with him, waiting for the order of the division commander, who was always accustomed to taking the lead.

Looking out of the binoculars, most of the smoke had cleared, and he saw a straight and wide road, with bullet-riddled and shattered buildings on both sides of the road. Several Grant medium tanks, as tall as a hill, roared up, and behind them were two rows of American soldiers with automatic rifles.

The American soldier held an MH automatic rifle modeled after the Chinese Type 31 automatic rifle. In the Chinese Defense Forces, only panzergrenadiers had such powerful automatic firearms, and in the hands of wealthy American GIs, it was only standard for infantry! During these days of street fighting, this automatic rifle caused losses to Carat's men far more than the thin-skinned tank.

"The American devils are approaching, let the commandos attack!" The chief of staff of the KB division also climbed up at this time, he was an internationalist fighter sent by the Soviet Union, who had served in the Indian Red Army for more than two years, and was also very prestigious in the 103rd division.

Carat nodded, and the chief of staff picked up the phone and gave orders to the assault troops lurking in a certain building. 6 M anti-tank guns of the KB division of the Indian army have long been destroyed in previous battles. So now you can only exchange human lives for tanks.

Only the sound of "fluffy and puffy" mortar shells coming out of the barrels was heard, and in the blink of an eye, the US tanks were enveloped in fireballs and smoke, and the US infantry following the tanks also lay down to avoid shrapnel. At this moment, hundreds of Indian Red Army soldiers rushed out of the sheltered corners with rifles loaded with bayonets and anti-tank grenade engines, shouting and pounced on the American tanks.

"Indians! Shoot quickly, rush up and stop them, don't let them get close to the tank! ”

Lieutenant Vincent, who commanded a company of American GIs, was on his heels, and when the mortar shells of the Indians had just fallen, he knew that the Indian commandos were about to charge. These diminutive Indians are all lunatics who are not afraid of death! Whenever the tanks approached the building where they were entrenched, they would launch this suicidal attack without hesitation, destroying the tanks with anti-tank grenades and grenades, as well as "Trotsky cocktail bottles" and even suicide bombs!

However, the American GIs were not as afraid of death as Comrade Trotsky and Comrade Lu Yi imagined at this time. The Americans, who were still lying on their stomachs just now, did not need to be escorted by the superintendent or agitated by the political commissars, so they rushed out from behind the tanks one after another, and frantically swept the Indians with the M1 automatic rifles in their hands! Machine guns and artillery on the tanks fired heavily at several buildings where the Indians were entrenched, suppressing their firepower.

But the Indians are still getting closer, "Hooray!" Rewy! After a wave of slogans, the Indians began to run wildly, and the American GIs, who were striking in both standing and kneeling positions, were killed by bullets from unknown places. Sniper! There are snipers! I don't know who shouted in Lieutenant Vincent's ear.

"Find them, and let the tank do it!" Vincent ordered loudly: "The others continue to smash and block the Indians!" Block them! ”

"Papapa・・・・・・" Mosin. The gunfire of the Nagant rifle rang out sparsely, and after each shot, an evil American GI lay in a pool of blood. And the American soldiers, who were not shot, shshed more bullets at the charging Indians, knocking them down in rows.

The U.S. sergeant, who had alerted Lieutenant Vincent, quickly found the Indian sniper's position, only to see him turn back to a tank and hit the tank body a few times, then the turret of the M3 tank turned to the building where the sniper was, spraying a long line of 37mm shells. Eventually, the Indian sniper, who had taken more than a dozen American lives, stopped firing, and the Indian commandos who had pounced on the tanks were repulsed at the same time. Just as Lieutenant Vincent let out a long breath and was about to wave his hand to instruct the tank forward. "Tata Tata!" The machine guns rang out again, and the few American soldiers in front of them were immediately swept down, and then a burst of heavy artillery fire exploded behind the American troops, and Lieutenant Vincent knew that it was the Indian artillery firing support, and it seemed that his bitter battle had just begun.

Seeing that the attack of the Americans was temporarily suppressed, Carat, who was directing the battle on the front line, put down his binoculars and sighed: "Okay, this time the artillery support finally came in time, if only it could be so timely every time!" ”

On the tall body of an M-Gorand tank behind the U.S. line, Lieutenant General Rommel in a Wehrmacht training uniform was holding a telescope to carefully observe the battlefield opposite. He had been under the city of Damascus for 5 days, and even forgot to go to Jeddah Port to see Lin Zuoda. As the commander of the planned German Middle East Corps, he is now observing his future adversary.

Next to the tank stood a tall, blond, blue-eyed, German major in his 30s, with a flying brow full of arrogance, looking contemptuously at the opposite front. Lommel put down his binoculars and asked him, "Major Stauffenberg, what do you think of our opponents?" ”

"Lieutenant General, it's just some inferior people! That is, to deal with the amateur army of the Americans, if it had been replaced by the Wehrmacht, Damascus would have been beaten long ago! ”

Rommel smiled and shook his head: "The Americans' campaign command is relatively amateurish, but their tactical coordination is still good, and the coordination of artillery infantry, infantry, open ground and other arms is very good, although it is not comparable to the German Wehrmacht, but it is not worse than the Chinese." As for a big city like Damascus, which is not easy to fight, we spent a long time in Warsaw. ”

The corners of his mouth tightened: "Moreover, in my opinion, the Indian Red Army is also very good... I don't care if their nation is superior or inferior, but this army is not an inferior army! Major, do you know what the greatest advantage of the Indian Red Army was? ”

"It's quantity! Lieutenant generals, they have a population of 3.5 billion! Several times more than in Germany! ”

Lommel nodded, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "If the Indians can come up with tens of millions of such troops, even if it is the German Wehrmacht, I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat them!" It seems that we also need to learn from Trotsky, and find a way to get more foreign cannon fodder, whether he is a Jew or MSL, ......" He looked at Stauffenberg again: "Major, go and help me get a JU52, and I will go tomorrow to see what the Msling army supported by Chinese is like." ”

At the time when the American GIs were fighting hard in Damascus, the fourth holy city of the Y Slan, the MSLIN cannon fodder under the command of Ma Zhongying, uh, the MSLIN cavalry, drove all the way in and captured the "Leninnabi" without encountering much resistance. This ・・・・・・ Leninnabi probably means Lenin's City! After the establishment of the Hejaz People's Republic, the Hejaz GCD renamed Medina to Lenin, the great revolutionary mentor Lenin. At the same time, the name was changed to the Temple of the Prophet in Medina. Built in 622 A.D., the second mosque in history by the Prophet Muhammad, the founder of the Prophet Muhammad, was also transformed by the non-godless Hejaz into the Leninnabi Children's Palace - this is probably the largest and most luxurious children's palace in the world, covering an area of more than 10,000 square meters, with a gate and 5 towers, two minarets 70 meters high, and a luxurious and spacious auditorium. In the auditorium are four huge stone statues carved from granite, one by Marx, Engels, Lenin and one by Trotsky.

When Ma Zhongying, the commander of the Caliph Guards Cavalry Division, Ma Hushan, and several commanders of the Guards Cavalry Division, swaggered into the auditorium of the Children's Palace in Leninnabi City, he saw more than a dozen sappers of the Guards Cavalry Division holding sapper shovels, hammers, chisels, etc., beating around these four huge granite statues・・・・・・ probably trying to destroy these four "idols".

In addition to the statues of the four leaders of GCISM, the former Prophet Temple can be seen everywhere in the GC Doctrine symbols, such as carved red stars on the walls and pillars, hung red flags and portraits of revolutionary leaders, and some slogans such as "Long live the revolutionary prophet Trotsky", "Great Leader Usama. Guest. Pull #阝嘝動" or something. It seems that it will take a lot of effort to restore this place to its original state, but fortunately the mosque has not been destroyed by the Hejaz GCD as the four olds.

"The captives have been interrogated?" After Ma Zhongying saw Ma Hushan and lowered his head, he asked again: "Is there any news of the Indian Red Army?" ”

"They don't know about this, but the ones who were caught were all small fish and shrimp, and the real officials had already escaped." The god of Ma Hu Mountain was a little dignified, he looked at the sappers who were clanging and beating the stone statues, and waved his hand vigorously, telling them all to exit the Great Hall. Then he lowered his voice and said: "Commander, it is not the Indian Red Army that I am worried about, but the 8 divisions of the ・・・・・・ British and American Allied Forces, they are marching south from the Arabian Valley on March 14, and today is the 8th day!" ”

Eight Anglo-American infantry divisions had at least 10,000 troops, while one caliphate cavalry division had no more than 10,000 men. And what worries Ma Hushan even more is the British and American two countries behind these 8 British and American infantry divisions! Once these two countries launch a surge, it is not something that the caliphate regime can afford.

"Let the troops be deployed in Medina," Ma Zhongying remained silent, turned his head to Ma Hushan and said: "My headquarters is located in the Prophet's Temple, and the artillery regiment is placed in the square outside the Prophet's Temple, telling the Sù troops, this is our sacred place of M'Srin, so we must hold on to the end, just as the Prophet led Allah's servants to defeat the Mecca nobles here!" ”

Listening to Ma Zhongying's words, Ma Hushan was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Junzao, do you really want to fight?" They are Anglo-American! ”

"What's wrong with Anglo-America!" Ma Zhongying was furious when she heard this: "Yingmei can ride on Lao Tzu's head and?" This is Medina, our place to return, not their London or Washington! If you want to go wild, you have to ask us if we agree to the gun in our hands! Sloppy Mountain, hurry up and arm, damn it, put up the caliphate banner for Lao Tzu! If the British and the Yankees don't come, forget it, if they really dare to fight, Lao Tzu will make them bleed! ”

This Ma Zhongying's personality is not afraid of heaven and earth, and in history, when this guy was 16 or 7 years old, he dared to pull up a team to confront Feng Yuxiang. The xìngzi in this time and space are similar, and these people under him are all about the same temper, and they don't think much about the consequences when they do things, and when they hear that the boss has made up his mind, they don't say anything anymore, they all stand up and salute, and then go to arrange defenses to prepare for war with the British and American troops going south! (Go.)