Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 928

When the Battle of the Dardanelles broke out, fighting broke out again on the Western Front.

This time it was Joffre who took the initiative to attack. Don't be surprised, the French are so stubborn. Joffre used 14 divisions to attack St. Michael on a battlefield fifty miles wide. The troops provide cover.

In the second year of the World War, the generals of the British and French allied forces believed that the failure of the frontline troops was largely due to the insufficient support provided by the artillery. Several attacks launched by the Southern African Expeditionary Force strongly supported this conclusion.

The infantry unit of the Southern African Expeditionary Force is not equipped with artillery, but the Southern African Expeditionary Force has two powerful artillery divisions with more than 120 large-caliber artillery pieces of 150mm and 200mm calibers. Although in the "Operation Horn of Victory", the artillery The troops hadn't been of much help, but as far as Joffre and Frenzi were concerned, that was the only conclusion they could accept.

After the "Operation Horn of Victory", Joffre and Frenzi asked for more artillery to participate in the attack and a longer fire strike before the start of the battle. When the world war just broke out, the fire attack launched by the battle was only half an hour. The fire attack that started after the battle has reached more than four hours, and it was soon extended to the current 24 hours.

If the battle is fought like this, no amount of shells will be enough.

But this is obviously just the beginning. The bombardment in the future may take more than a week. The arsenal in the rear is working hard to organize production. Women are assembling shells on the production line, and the arsenal in Nyasaland is the same.

After 24 hours of shelling, the effect was not obvious. Germany occupied St. Michael last fall, and then built a complete fortification in St. Michael. The barbed wire in front of the position was 50 feet wide and 6.2 miles long. The Germans used Concrete built solid fortifications to protect the artillery and heavy machine guns, and laid mines under the barbed wire. The French attacking army suffered heavy casualties. The number of casualties in six days was as high as [-]. The attack stopped silently. Known as the "Battle of Wavre".

On the third day of the battle of Saint-Michael, the German army in Ypres also began to attack, and the second battle of Ypres broke out.

The battle began at [-] o'clock in the morning on April [-]th, in the area defended by the Elizabeth [-]rd Infantry Regiment of the [-]nd Cavalry Division.

Six o'clock is usually breakfast time. Sergeant Major Heywood's breakfast consists of five hard-boiled eggs, a box of canned beef, a glass of steaming milk, and a glass of vodka produced in Johannesburg.

Alcohol is the standard equipment for front-line soldiers. Soldiers need alcohol to forget their fear. French soldiers can get one liter of brandy per person per day. The supply of brandy is much more abundant than artillery shells. British soldiers like to drink rum best, and southern African soldiers like wine Or vodka, whichever it is, has to be made in Southern Africa.

After breakfast, there is also coffee from East India. The coffee is burned in a large iron bucket on the fire. Soldiers take it at will and prepare their own containers. People put steaming hot coffee in their portable kettles as a drink. The coffee in the tin bucket has no sugar. If you want to make it sweet, put it yourself. There is a small packet of sugar in the soldiers’ supplies, although the amount is not much, it is used for drinking coffee. enough.

A few soldiers next to Heywood are playing poker together. There are no complicated game rules. It is a simple comparison of size. The most common bet is cigarettes. There is no cap for each one. The bet gradually increases after "Operation Victory Horn". , Gemstone rings and gold pocket watches often appear. Needless to say, they are all spoils of war against the German army.

Heywood didn't play cards, he sat upright with a towel around his chin, and Corporal James was trimming his beard.

James was a barber before enlisting in the army. Many people in the regiment asked James for help, one shilling at a time.

Unlike the beards of many people, Heywood has relatively high requirements for the image. The beards on the chin and cheeks must be trimmed cleanly, and the beards on the lips must be trimmed into a delicate shape, and the ends must be slightly raised to form a wonderful The radian, the sideburns should be trimmed into sharp angles like the tip of a knife, and pomade should be used after trimming to make the hair neat. Heywood's good friend, Sergeant Kleist who also served in the Elizabeth Third Infantry Regiment He often laughed at Heywood, saying that he was a fancy turkey, who was about to be sent to the dinner table.

It's the same today, when James was trimming Heywood's beard, Kleist was beside him with all kinds of cynicism.

"Hey, hey, James, your technique is wrong. You see, the angles of the beards on both sides are inconsistent, which will affect the image of our Mr. Heywood—"

"Why don't he trim his eyebrows too, I think it would be better to shave them off too—"

"Heywood, to be honest, you can change into a suit later, and you can go to Buckingham Palace with the lord to attend the banquet. Maybe the king will marry the princess to you when he sees how handsome you are!"

"Shut up Kleist, you're as loud as five hundred ducks—" Heywood couldn't help but fight back, this was their way of communicating.

"Hahahaha——" Kleist was satisfied, laughed and looked around, casually glanced at the front of the position.

Then Kleist froze.

"What's the matter?" Heywood sensed Kleist's abnormality. Under normal circumstances, Kleist could not be quiet for a second.

"Today's fog is a bit strange—" Kleist stared blankly at the front of the position with a puzzled expression.

Haywood signaled James to stop, stood up and looked towards the front of the position.

About 100 meters in front of the position, the dense fog that cannot be seen at a glance is spreading towards the position of the Elizabeth [-]rd Infantry Regiment. Unlike the usual white thick fog, this time the fog looks white from a distance, but it floats closer. It was not until some of Kleist discovered that the fog was actually yellow-green.

"What a strange color, why is it green?" Kleist's eyes were full of curiosity and fear. The green fog in front of him was like an unknown monster rolling in. Kleister didn't know what was in the fog , but it feels dangerous.

The sixth sense of soldiers is also very sensitive.

"Green fog—green fog—whatever the fuck, put on the gas mask first—" Heywood jumped up suddenly, remembering that the Umbrella Company had conducted a similar exercise before.

"Fuck—gas mask! Put on the mask—put on the gas mask—" Kleist woke up like a dream, shouting and crawling into the tunnel to search for his backpack.

The poison gas was first used by the German Eighth Army in East Prussia against the Russian Empire last winter.

However, because the weather was cold at the time and the poisonous gas was pre-cooled and solidified, it did not play a good role. The Russian Empire notified the British and French allied forces of the German army's use of poisonous gas as usual, but because the poisonous gas did not cause heavy casualties to the Russian Imperial forces, the British and French allied forces Didn't pay attention.

The German army also realized the influence of the weather on poison gas, so they endured it until now before using poison gas in war again.

Ke, you said it was a coincidence that when the Southern African Expeditionary Force came to Europe, everyone was equipped with gas masks. At that time, Rock's reason was to deal with the smog in London, and now it finally came in handy.

James looked terrified and bewildered as Crest and Heywood put on their masks.

"Go get your gas mask and put it on, it's probably some fucking gas—" Heywood yelled at James, his voice was muffled through the gas mask, but he could still hear it clearly.

"I-I-my gas mask is gone-" James almost cried out, the thick yellow-green fog was less than 50 meters away from the trench of the Elizabeth Third Infantry Regiment.

"Why?" Heywood was surprised.

"I thought the gas mask was useless——" James almost collapsed. The soldiers around him had already put on gas masks, and they all looked like the goblins in the witch legend. Although they looked funny, they didn't have gas masks. People are funnier.

"Fuck, you're done! The generals are always smarter than you, and they won't spend money on your useless things—" Kleist's tone was filled with pity, but he was also helping to think of a way: "Who has extra gas mask?"

The soldiers around were shaking their heads. They looked at James with worried eyes and surrounded him, as if this could isolate James from the poisonous gas.

"God, help me! I don't want to die—" James finally broke down, big tears streaming down his cheeks.

Heywood didn't shed tears. He didn't shed tears when half of his ear was knocked off by a stray bullet last winter.

When the others were at a loss, Heywood noticed the towel in James' hand, grabbed the towel and began to take off his pants.

James was almost stunned.

Heywood tried his luck—

It didn't work, Heywood had just gone to the bathroom before the haircut.

Fortunately, there were a lot of soldiers around, and there was help immediately. A large group of people were busy taking off their pants, and the white towel suddenly became wet, tick-tock--

"Cover your nose and mouth—" Heywood handed James a corner of the still ticking towel with his fingertips.

James didn't even dare to reach out to take it.

"Couch—cover—" It tasted a little strong and the color was a little yellow. James felt his stomach struggling.

"Cover your nose and mouth, or you'll just wait for yourself to fester little by little—" Heywood threw the towel on James' face, pulled up his trousers, picked up his rifle and entered the combat position.

At this time, the green fog had already floated over the trenches.

The other soldiers have also entered the combat position, and no one really laughed at how embarrassed James was.

"Fuck your grandma's Jerry—" James howled, resolutely covering his nose and mouth with a towel tightly.

Heywood, who has entered the combat position, shook his head again and again. This guy is probably a little careless, but you should screw it up——

(End of this chapter)