Chapter Eighteen: Sudden Attack, Miscellaneous Troops A

  You bunch of trash! I have style and I'm proud! With Stalin! I'm going to Hebei Province! yooooooooooo! Jin Gu Lai! Ah Mei, look, God is pressing down on the dog!

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  August 6th, 1965, 8:00 pm. Outside Brighton Beach.

  The world is already shrouded in darkness. Brighton has also lost its former glory as a city that never sleeps, with no lights, no neon, only endless darkness. This modern metropolis, which was once so prosperous and magnificent, has now been dulled by the flames of war, losing its vitality and becoming lifeless.

  Before the outbreak of war, this was a quiet and peaceful town. After the war began, it became a battlefield with drums shaking the sky. Tonight, it has become a dead silent black city.

  The daytime battle brought a disaster to this small town, hundreds of V4 cruise missiles launched from the fearless-class warship thoroughly turned the residential area of this small town into ruins. Countless precious buildings with historical value were damaged in the attack by the Soviet Navy, and when the first wave of Red Army missiles ended, the town had become nothing but a desolate land. The only thing left in the world was a piece of black ash representing destruction and despair. But this is not the end, the next battle will be to thoroughly send this small town on the road to destruction.

  Whether it was the crushing of tank treads and fierce artillery bombardment, or the shock generated by the simultaneous explosion of tens of thousands of tons of explosives, all kinds of mutually destructive means produced by human hatred were applied to this piece of land less than 20 square kilometers.

  The fertile land has turned to dust, everything in the fields has been burned to charcoal, craters and scars are everywhere, but ironically, human blood has once again become the best fertilizer, I believe that next year this will be a bumper harvest.

  The pale blue sea water was gently lapping against the sandy beach, as if a tender mother was comforting her child who had suffered a great deal and was fast asleep.

  But heaven at this moment seemed unwilling to let this poor child go quietly.

  On the surface of the sea, a fleet of fishing boats was slowly coming up from Brighton. It moved stealthily and cautiously on the dark sea surface towards the northwest estuary. On the boat, a small team was nervously preparing.

  "Are you all ready?" asked Major Xiao Bingjia softly as he turned his head back to ask the team members behind him.

  The seven commandos behind him replied in unison. Like Xiao Bing, these commandos were all wearing diving goggles, black diving suits, oxygen cylinders on their backs, submachine guns slung over their chests, and various strange equipment hanging from their waists. Next to each of them on the deck was a nearly two-meter-long, half-meter-diameter underwater propeller.

  This is an elite special forces unit, not only because its members are all excellent naval infantrymen (most of the drivers of small ships such as torpedo boats in the Soviet Navy were naval infantrymen, after all, most formal naval officers were on dreadnoughts or other large warships), but also because of its advanced weaponry and glorious history. Xiao Bingjia is their current regimental commander.

  As for this mission - help the remaining 500 marines trapped on Beale Street break out!

  Originally, Xiao Bing Jia and his team were supposed to follow Kukufu in the landing battle against Brighton, but because of that little thing on the way earlier, Xiao Bing Jia happened to miss this battle. Okay, didn't catch up is didn't catch up. Until Kukufu's fleet returned, Xiao Bing Jia met Kukufu.

  Originally, according to the Soviet military regulations, anyone who failed to arrive at the battlefield on time would be executed. However, Kukov was left speechless when he discovered that among the troops he had brought with him, only one magnetic storm speedboat battalion had missed the battle due to a mistake, while all other marine detachments seemed to have been wiped out (in fact, most of them were blocked by the Allied forces on Bet Street). But this particular unit was claiming that they had captured an Allied transport ship? And what's more, they claimed that there was a powerful weapon being developed by the Allies hidden inside the captured ship. So, did this count as a merit or a fault? For a moment, Kukov looked at Xiao Bingjia as if he were looking at a piece of stinky tofu that had fallen into the mud - neither blowing nor hitting would work.

  If Xiao Bing's military law is to be dealt with, it's likely that he will be accused by Zhadanov of 'ineffective leadership, leading to our army's defeat'. Moreover, the proud Kukov would not stoop to such tactics. But if you say he is innocent, it's hard to justify, after all, he didn't keep up with the main force.

  But Kukov thought for a moment, instead of killing this little brat with one bullet, it's better to let him go and clash with that despicable blond kid (Kristofor), maybe he can rescue my abandoned Marine Corps there, or at least make them last longer. If they can come out, that would be best, even if they can't, no big deal, after all, this little brat has committed a military crime, it's not like anyone will say anything if he dies. But I heard that this black-haired kid (Xiao Bingjia) is actually quite skilled in commanding battles on the battlefield... Hehe, maybe he'll really make that blond kid suffer.

  Now that he had figured out the problem, Kukov was no longer depressed. He put on a standardized smile and patted Shao Bingjia's shoulder, saying with deep feeling: "Comrade Major, I now have a glorious but arduous task to entrust to you..."

  Xiao Bing was once again used as a gun by others.

  Specifically, the plan was for 100 of Xiao Bing Jia's marines to provide external support and help nearly a thousand other marines who were trapped on Beite Street break out, as they only had 10 hours left because Kukov said he would send transport ships here at 6 am the next morning. Of course, if you weren't found by Xiao Bing Jia or there wasn't enough space on the transport ship, then you're out of luck...

  Kukov added 30 experienced naval special forces to serve as a guard battalion for Xiaobing Jia's mission.

  Xiao Bing waved his hand at the driving cabin of other ships. The ship soon stopped.

  "Alright, dive!" Xiaobing Jia calmly gave the order, then led by pushing the water propeller into the water, followed by diving head-first into the water. His movements were so light that people on the boat barely heard the sound of him entering the water.

  The marines also descended into the water one after another, and then formed a team underwater. With the help of the moonlight at night, they could barely see that in this icy cold sea water, there were actually 300 soldiers hiding like sharks. Start the propeller and swim stealthily to the Upper Sados Bay in the southeast.

  In June, the sea water was still a bit chilly, not just because of the night. With the help of the glowing gyrocompass and chart board, Captain Xiao Bingjia grasped the handle at the rear of the propeller, constantly adjusting their course. Thanks to the underwater propellers, their progress was much easier.

  This underwater propulsion unit is actually more like a torpedo, with the front section being a 500-pound (226.8 kg) detachable bomb that can be attached to the hull or side of a ship, and the rear section containing silver-zinc batteries and a small low-speed propeller, allowing it to travel at 8 knots for five hours at a depth of 20 meters. Because it was designed with reference to the manned torpedoes used by the Italian Navy during World War II, Marines referred to it as the "Pig".

  Against the chaotic sky background, the skyscrapers of the farthest city are faintly visible, while about 1000 yards (about 900 meters) ahead, a huge black shadow in the shape of a ship stands upright. That is the "Courageous", an Invincible-class warship sunk by Allied bombers this afternoon.

  Xiao Bingjia took down the waterproof night vision goggles from his waist and carefully observed the surroundings. The water surface was very calm, with no Allied patrol boats or shore-based searchlights. This was to be expected, as the Allies, having thoroughly defeated Kukov, would not think that he would strike again. After searching around, the commander of the assault team finished observing and quickly dove back underwater, lighting up the red, yellow, and green lights at the tail of the "Sea Pig" underwater propeller, which was a preparatory signal.

  Then, the team members floated to the surface one after another, observed their targets with night vision devices, and quickly returned underwater. The "sea pigs" started again, pulling the soldiers towards the beachhead.

  "Whoosh——" The first to emerge was Xiao Bingjia. The oxygen supply tube from the mouth of the Jiangkou was spat out, and the highly concentrated air in the oxygen tank couldn't be compared with real air. A gust of evening wind mixed with the smell of seawater rushed into Xiao Bingjia's nostrils. Xiao Bingjia greedily breathed in this ordinary air.

  "Who the hell says diving is fun?! If anyone else tells me that, I'll drown them right here!" Xiao Bing Jia thought viciously to himself. But as he raised his head and gazed out at the already darkened Brighton Beach, his eyes suddenly burst forth with golden light.

  "Wow~~~ Is this England? The hometown of our king! King Arthur...Albion...!" Xiaobing Jia's first impression of England was surprisingly the Knight King. When he realized that he was about to set foot on the homeland of his beloved character, Xiaobing Jia became hot-blooded.

  By the way, Xiao Bing Jia is a thoroughbred otaku, to say that his 2D infatuation level is max.

  Although Xiao Bing Jia himself liked this kind of thing, such as the female version of King Arthur, he still had a clear distinction between reality and the two-dimensional world. For example, at this moment, he was about to proceed with his next task.

  Xiao Bing Jia stretched out his hands to help a Marine pull ashore, then with the help of several others, they pulled the 'Sea Pig' propeller onto the shore.

  "This thing is quite heavy..." Agi said, pointing to the 'sea pig' that had fallen onto the beach. "One person really can't move it."

  Xiao Bing pressed a button on the propeller, and after a burst of mechanical noise, a large amount of gas was ejected from the back of the Sea Pig propeller. The hatch on its back slowly opened, revealing a black-painted gun inside the waterproof layer, reflecting the moonlight.

  Xiao Bing Jia casually reached into the machine and pulled out a short-handled submachine gun. He pointed it at the approaching special forces team and said, "Hey, Woods submachine gun, huh? This thing is actually pretty good, who wants it?"

  The special soldiers looked at each other in dismay, then all shook their heads. If the officer didn't take it first, who dared to take it? However, Agi Name Special was not afraid of anything, he took off his diving suit and, with a loud noise, unceremoniously snatched the champagne from several hands. Then, he even kissed the gun body with relish.

  Seeing that someone was not polite, and the officer didn't seem to be angry either. Those special soldiers also had no scruples. A group of people swarmed into the hold like a swarm of flies, each looking for their own favorite weapon.

  In the end, everyone also found their own weapons.

  Xiao Bingjia finally found a ASK-45 short-barreled assault rifle and a custom-made ASV semi-automatic rifle. It's said that the ASK assault rifle's firepower is not to be underestimated, this thing can turn people into minced meat in a head-on confrontation, which is also the assault rifle that was previously confiscated by that Baralaika. As for this ASV semi-automatic rifle, Xiao Bingjia also thought about it for a long time before choosing it, this rifle can hit 100% of its targets within a range of 900 meters, and whether it's accuracy or shooting distance, there's no need to say more. What makes Xiao Bingjia most satisfied is its automatic reloading speed, compared to the general Mosin-Nagant semi-automatic rifle which can load at most 15 rounds per minute, the ASV rifle can reach 20 rounds per minute. Of course, that still depends on your hand speed...

  As for Agiimaa, that big and tall black guy, he actually carried a Kala?nikov light machine gun, this 20-pound heavy machine gun on his body seemed like a toy to him, completely without any signs of being overwhelmed.

  Now that everything is ready, Xiao Bing Jia is about to start deciding on an action plan.

  He pulled out a map from his backpack and unfolded it. On it was a clear diagram of the exact location of Brighton town.

  Xiao Bing甲 pointed to the map of Bait Street: "Our goal is here, Bait Street!" Seeing the puzzled look on the surrounding soldiers' faces, Xiao Bing continued: "It has been confirmed that on this less-than-500-meter-long street, our Marine Corps (in fact, there was no corps left) was surrounded by at least two infantry regiments of the Allied forces, and their situation is quite dangerous."

  "Let's just drop it. Comrades, I ask you, are you afraid?" Xiao Bingjian stood up and said with a serious expression.

  "Commander, don't say that. Aren't they just a motley crew of two battalions? Either we wipe them out and rescue our comrades or we go to our deaths! Isn't it just this simple?" said an older-looking soldier.

  "Afraid of death? If you're afraid of death, then don't be a soldier! Battalion commander, don't underestimate us!"

  "Aren't they just some capitalist softies? What's there to fear! Every single one of us here can take down ten of them!"

  At last the soldiers began to shout one after another, and for a time everyone's fighting spirit was aroused.

  Seeing this group of passionate and fiery soldiers, Xiao Bing's mouth corners slightly curved upwards. He was originally worried that these soldiers would be intimidated or hesitant when they heard about the challenges they were about to face, but looking at their current state, it seemed he had underestimated these Red Army soldiers who had been nurtured by communism since childhood.

  But since it's like this, what's left is simple then...

  Xiao Bing Jia patted his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then said with a serious expression.

  "Since you all said so, I'll just clarify one rule first!"

  Xiao Bing Jia saluted the soldiers below him with a military salute.

  "I order you - don't die!"

  Everyone was stunned by Xiao Bingjia's sudden action, and they all stared at him in a daze.

  "What nonsense is this about bravely going to death, what nonsense is this about sacrificing for the motherland being the most glorious?!" shouted Xiao Bing Jia. "Everyone goes to be a martyr, everyone goes to bravely go to death, who will be left to charge forward? Who will be left to rebuild the shattered country?"

  All the Red Army soldiers were led to ponder by Xiao Bingxia's words, which was completely opposite to the so-called "glorious sacrifice, heroic martyrdom, and it is glorious to die for the country" emphasized by the political commissars day and night. At this time, Xiao Bingxia's words could be said to be a heretical theory. Xiao Bingxia paused and continued: "Survival is hope, no matter how great the glory is after death! We not only need to defeat the enemy but also survive in the end! Just holding on to the determination to die will never lead to victory!"

  "This is the order of me, the commander-in-chief of this operation. No one is allowed to mention death on the battlefield!" shouted Xiao Bing Jia, "Those who return are heroes; those who do not return are dogs and bears!"

  This one sentence has caused a greater stir than the half-hour speeches of the political commissars before the battle.

  The eyes that were just confused and bewildered under the stage have now become bright and full of trust.

  "Xiao......" Ah Jinmu stared blankly at Xiao Bingjia, unable to utter a single word.

  "Come back alive......?" A young warrior savored my words carefully.

  After finishing speaking, all the Red Army soldiers stood up and saluted Xiaobing Jia in unison.

  Yes, absolutely no dying allowed. You must come back alive, or else... I'll be blamed by Kukov.

  Xiao Bing Jia thought silently in his heart.