The journey starts from the Titanic

The cannon had retreated from its gun jacket, showing a hideous face, pointed at the position of the Dutch and Indian army, and the shots had been calculated, just waiting for the moment of catharsis.

In a secret base behind the artillery, five two-wing Cummins F-1 fighters were neatly parked on the temporary run-up.

Listening to 10 larger airplanes nearby, the workers at the airport are constantly moving bombs onto the airplanes.People who bombed enemy artillery positions and destroyed fortifications fell on these planes.

The pilots are very young, most of them are 18 or 9 years old, and even the beards have not grown out, but these days the favorites are the elites selected from the thousands of students from Zhenhua Middle School in the United States and sent to the flying school for two or three years.

They are expensive, so they have high hopes. These young people are silently looking at a handsome young blond guy not far away, waiting for his order.

Paul looked at the plane in front of him with pride.He was a little expectant and rushed over from Medan to take part in the battle, but he was a bit regretful because he was ordered to ban flying.

"Has the command not ordered it?" Paul asked the young Chinese adjutant next to him.The Chinese officer was also in charge of monitoring Paul without leaving any steps. He was not allowed to get on the plane, so that Paul's ambiguity was unable to succeed.

"The time is not up yet, there are five minutes left." The young Chinese adjutant replied sullenly, reminding the commander of the air force, who has a bad temper and noble body, not to be so impatient.

The battlefield suddenly quieted down, and the atmosphere became depressed. In the hot summer, it was really uncomfortable to be exposed to the sun for a long time.

Although it was 8 o'clock in the morning, the sun was not hot, but it was a little swaying. Many officers and soldiers began to sweat on their heads, and they were a little nervous.

Situ Yong sat in the command post, looking at the officers coming in and out, a little impatient.He looked at his watch again and asked the Chief of Staff German George?Fotzell said: "Are all the troops ready?"

"Yes. The Dutch will soon enjoy our carefully prepared gifts." Fozier smiled, with a confident look.But it seems that the expression on his face is still a bit stiff, which may be the rigid and serious characteristic of German soldiers.

The battle was about to start, and the suffering before the war was a bit uncomfortable, and time was slowed down bit by bit.

Major General Van Nistelrooy looked up at the sky. It was blue and cloudless. It was a good weather in his heart.

In a windless environment, he almost felt that the air was about to freeze and he had difficulty breathing.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and there was a panic in his heart for no reason.

This is an unknown omen.He thought to himself.

I saw that there was a flame in front, and the enemy's shells screamed sharply, breaking the silence before the battle, and the battle began!

The high-speed artillery shells slammed heavily on the position of the Dutch and Indian colonial army, and the soil was blown to pieces, which shocked Major General Van Nistelrooy.

The other party actually used a large-caliber gun?The Dutch and Indian colonial army only had a dozen 75mm howitzers, and Major General Van Nistelrooy secretly felt bad.

In addition to the large-caliber artillery, the 75mm-caliber mountain artillery battalion of the South China Army also joined the artillery chorus.

The sturdy artillery, shirtless, kept squeezing heavy shells into the barrel, and then fired them out at the fastest speed, as if they were afraid that the battle would stop abruptly and they would have nowhere to vent.

Thinking that the battle was started by them, these guys wanted to be beaten with blood, full of energy.

The powerful artillery fire of the South China Army almost lost consciousness for the Dutch and Indian colonial forces. When have they seen such fierce artillery fire?

Usually they bully the natives with bows and arrows and matchlocks and rarely use artillery fire. Only two Maxine machine guns are enough.

The shelling of the South China Army will not fall on the indigenous officers and soldiers for the first time. The Dutch artillery will be the first to enjoy the entertainment.

After all, artillery has technical content. The artillery of the Dutch-Indian colonial army is all served by the Dutch. Sundanese and Javanese natives are not qualified to approach the Dutch artillery.

It is a pity that Nanhua’s artillery technology still needs to be strengthened. There is no immediate direct hit to the Dutch artillery positions, otherwise the Dutch and Indian colonial forces will not have to play, and they will directly surrender without artillery.

"Fight back! Fight back!" Major General Van Nistelrooy ordered.

After a while, the Dutch artillery finally fired back, but the firepower was a little weak, but the accuracy was good.

Several artillery shells directly hit the artillery position of the South China Army, killing more than a dozen South China Army artillerymen who were caught off guard, causing the artillery of the South China Army to pause for an instant, and its momentum was somewhat weakened.

In this way, the artillery from both sides blasted each other.After adjustment, the artillery fire of the South China Army gradually became more accurate, and with its powerful firepower, it slowly suppressed the artillery fire of the Dutch and Indian colonial forces.

"Damn it! Move your position!" The Dutch artillery major ordered, not daring to play head-on with the South China Artillery.

"Damn bastard, I don't know how the enemy has such a powerful artillery, what the intelligence officials do." The Dutch artillery major kept cursing.He had lost 4 cannons just now.

After a round of artillery battles, the artillery of the South China Army made persistent efforts and aimed their guns at the enemy's infantry positions.Then a large number of shells fell on the heads of the infantry who were still watching the excitement.

The fortifications of the Dutch and Indian colonial forces were very sloppy. There were some hurdles in front of the position, and the trenches were not deep enough to be dug, less than one meter, barely accommodating the thin bodies of the indigenous soldiers.This was the trench that Major General Van Nistelrooy ordered to dig, otherwise the careless native soldiers might just put a pile of weeds in front of them.

At this moment they regretted it. When the shells fell on their heads, they almost hit them one by one, tearing the paper line of defense to pieces.

The indigenous soldiers hid in the trenches, holding their heads yelling, panicked, and suddenly something fell from the sky on their heads, soft and wet with a bloody smell. It was a hand of their companion, and The other limbs don't know where they are.

Some savvy aboriginal soldiers hide in the cannon pit. Well, the cannon pit is deeper than the trench they dug, and it is almost impossible that two cannonballs will fall into the same cannon pit.

They are safe for the time being, but they are also lying on the ground trembling, not daring to move.The indigenous soldiers on the front line were panicked, and it was of no avail even if the Dutch officer shouted.

In fact, many Dutch officers were blinded, and they were also shocked by the powerful artillery fire of the South China Army.Although the European continent ended that cruel war not long ago, the First World War had nothing to do with the Dutch. At least most of the Dutch officers had not experienced it.

They just read the newspaper and talk about the current war like after a meal.

Well, their opponents can only be indigenous people who use simple weapons.

"Hold up! Hold on! Supervise the team, prepare for me! The retreats die!" Such shouts reminded of the Dutch-Indian colonial army positions from time to time. The Dutch officers shouted out the panicked indigenous soldiers, trying to calm them down. When I came down, I also vented some of my inner fears.

Major General Van Nistelrooy put down his binoculars, his face was a bit ugly. Now it was only a shelling, and it took only 5 minutes. The South China Army hadn't charged yet, and there were signs of a breakdown in his defense.

"This battle is hard to fight!"

Major General Van Nistelrooy sighed.

Looking back at the Dutch officer who was a little panicked around him, he frowned and shouted: "All to cheer me up. This is a battle related to the rise and fall of the kingdom. There must be no loss. In case you fall into those yellow skins. In the monkey, not only will it be a shame, but will also die!"

After some reprimands, the face of the Dutch officer improved, and his morale regained.

"We must stand up! What? Deserters! Shot! And the native officers, to warn them. Major General Van Nistelrooy gave orders to the front-line commander.

Although from time to time, indigenous soldiers were smashed by artillery fire, after the iron and blood suppression of Dutch officers, the indigenous soldiers calmed down and gradually adapted to the artillery fire of the South China Army.

They had to do this, or they would be killed first by the handgun of the supervising team or the Dutch officer.The aboriginal officers also understood the severity of the situation and knew that it would be impossible not to go shopping today, and they also helped restrain the soldiers under them.

In this way, it was sent to stabilize the defense line of the Dutch and Indian colonial forces.

The sound of the cannon is the command.After an unsatisfactory round of shelling, Fötzell's chief of staff issued an order to charge.As a result, the fifteen armored vehicles that had already started their engines let out a rumbling call and rushed to the position of the Dutch and Indian colonial army.

The terrain of Banda Aceh is not very good, and the off-road performance of the armored vehicle is a bit bad. Three vehicles broke down halfway through the drive.

The captains got out of the car and kicked!It took a long time to get it right, but the battle was over.

A few armored soldiers were furious and prepared to carry their weapons and rush forward, but unfortunately they were finally pulled back by the commander.It is not easy to train an armored soldier. Even these low-level armored soldiers are rare treasures of South China.

If you are killed, it is not worth it!

Not only were the armored soldiers unlucky, but the trucks behind them also lost their chains at a critical moment. They were either stuck in the mud and could not get out or mechanical failure. One of the tires was hit by a stray bullet. Tires.

This made the soldiers in the carriage, who are said to be grenadiers, very discouraged, and could only watch the truck next to him whizzing by.