Chapter Fourteen The General

  August 6, 1965, at 10:00. Two heavily armed Soviet Marine Corps brigades led by Marshal Nikolai Kukov took the town of Brighton in Britain with lightning speed. It's not that they captured it, but rather completely destroyed it, because when the follow-up troops arrived, they were shocked to find only a vast expanse of ash before them, where no evidence could be found that this was once a human settlement.

  At the same time, two infantry divisions followed up and took down three infantry defensive lines behind the town under the cover of a helicopter fleet. At this point, the Allied forces stationed in Brighton were forced into a desperate situation.

  4th floor of the Central Communications Tower, this battle's de facto commander - Christopher Wilson. At this moment, he sat on a high-grade sofa with his left hand propping up his cheek, coldly staring at the large screen. The red dots that belonged to him were getting fewer and fewer, while the opponent's blue light points were increasing rapidly, swiftly advancing in his direction.

  Chris looked down at his watch and muttered, "1 hour... 10 minutes slower than expected." When he raised his head again, a cold, murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil smile. "This is just the first round, let you guys enjoy it for now. Kukov, the real show is yet to come!" Chris stood up, lightly picking up a cane with a red gemstone embedded on its head. He gently rubbed the gemstone with his thumb, this was his trump card. "Gill, follow the plan and take action, your actions will be the key to this battle, success or failure depends on you!" Chris shouted loudly into the comms device at his old friend.

  "Understood, everything will proceed as planned!" Gilris replied confidently over the comms device.

  After eliminating the remaining enemies in the trenches, the Soviet army's communication base vehicle arrived. Kukov was standing with his hands behind his back, listening to the intelligence that the communications officer had just transmitted. From the missile attack at dawn to the mechanized infantry regiment's rapid advance, everything seemed to be going as he had imagined. For some reason, this battle was progressing so smoothly, as if everything was coming easily. Even if the Allied forces were weak, it shouldn't have been to this extent... Kukov kept thinking about this issue.

  He didn't think it was a trap, but he trusted the facts even more. After all, his two infantry divisions plus an elite tank regiment had already landed completely. Could the Allies still find a way to drive them back into the sea?

  What if they still have reinforcements? Their own Northern Fleet is not vegetarian! Can't the 10 Invincible-class battleships, 20 close-range destroyers, 100 magnetic storm speedboats and 30 Akula submarines of the Northern Fleet deal with a small "Royal Ark" aircraft carrier battle group?

  It's better if you don't go looking for it, or else it will dare to launch a counter-ambush!

  How dare they!!!

  All plots and schemes will be reduced to nothing in the face of absolute strength!!!!!

  Kukov sneered, grabbing the comms device to issue orders: "Continue with the original plan! Occupy the Central Communications Tower! Get that damned blond brat for me!"

  The Red Army's vanguard, a T-65B Iron Fist tank, let out an annoying rumble as it moved forward with its massive 50-ton body. As the lead vehicle of this tank assault team, it had just received orders to advance according to plan and launch a surprise attack, which would take them through a small, unnamed forest and end at the Central Communications Building, less than 5 kilometers away.

  This is a piece of cake... The train conductor thought optimistically. He was about to continue accelerating, but he suddenly saw a patch of white fog appear on the display screen in front of him. Among them, even several vague figures wearing Allied military uniforms could be seen constantly throwing something towards him. After those figures threw unknown objects on the ground, they crawled back into the white fog again.

  "These guys are throwing smoke bombs! Don't mind them! Keep moving forward, eat them up!" The trainmaster shouted loudly into the communicator.

  "Ura!" came the excited shout from the Soviet armored troops over the intercom. Then they stepped on the gas again, the engine roared, and the exhaust pipe emitted a loud black smoke. They charged into the white fog at an even faster speed than before. And because of this, they soon left behind the infantry who were following them.

  The iron monster charged into the white fog with a momentum that crushed Mount Tai, killing anyone who dared to block their way! They chased after those gray figures, who were also very cunning and threw smoke bombs while running away, affecting their shooting and direction. Along the way, they were covered by the white fog produced by the smoke bombs until the iron hammer tank charged into a small forest.

  Iron Hammer's convoy suddenly found that their original target had disappeared. At the same time, looking back through the rearview mirror, they found that all around was white fog, and there was no sign of life activity. Realizing that they had lost their target, the commander remembered his mission and ordered the remaining vehicles to correct their direction, start the engine, and attack the central communication tower in the due north direction.

  Rumble

  A loud bang.

  The tank chassis that was charging at the front suddenly went empty, and then it fell into a big pit with people and cars. This is not the first time, just as the company commander was about to order the troops to stop, several tanks on the side suddenly fell into a big pit without warning, their heads down and unable to move.

  The tank commander hastily opened the hatch and looked around. He found that several of his companions had fallen into the deep pit with their heads down. He quickly jumped out of the tank and ran to the side of the big pit, only to find that these pits were all 5 meters in diameter and 6 meters deep. The tanks that fell in let out a weak hum, no matter how hard they tried to reverse the car, they couldn't get the tank out. The commander re-examined the surroundings of the pit and found some wooden board fragments and straw scattered around, guessing that this was what had misled them.

  "If only I had known, I would have sent the infantry first." The train master thought regretfully. He looked back and saw that their own infantry was still about 1 kilometer away, appearing as a gray shadow in the distance.

  Anti-tank trenches are not unfamiliar to them, which is a kind of trench-shaped fortification obstacle built to hinder the movement of enemy tanks. It can create favorable conditions for anti-tank firepower to destroy enemy tanks. The cross-sectional shape is trapezoidal, triangular, etc., and the plane shape is mostly zigzag. The dimensions of the section are mainly determined by the length of the enemy tank's track on the ground, vertical height, and soil quality. Generally, the trench mouth is 4.5-5 meters wide and 2-2.5 meters deep. They are usually built on flat terrain in front of or inside the defensive position that is threatened by enemy tanks, or on a gentle slope less than 15 degrees, often combined with mines and other non-explosive obstacles to form an obstacle system. However, anti-tank trenches disguised as traps were seen for the first time.

  No wonder the Allies want to throw smoke bombs here...

  Combining such a large number of anti-tank traps and smoke bombs on the plains will become the natural graveyard for tanks.

  "This is clearly a trap! The company commander thought to himself, sweating profusely. He couldn't even take care of his own subordinates who had fallen into the pit, and he hastily retreated back into his tank, then ordered his remaining mobile troops to retreat under the puzzled gaze of the gunner."

  But since the prey has already taken the bait, will the hunter let him go?

  As the tank turned around on the spot, the Allied soldiers who had been lying down among the dead suddenly emerged from the pile of corpses. Under the terrified gaze of the tank commander, those "dead men" mounted a shoulder-fired 'bazooka' rocket launcher.

  BOOM!!!

  A loud crash, the car was destroyed and people died.

  The same thing happened at two other locations simultaneously.

  When the follow-up troops of the Red Army arrived, they were shocked to find that the iron-fist tanks that had cut through the enemy army like a knife had all turned into burning fireballs on the spot, with several still burning in the trenches.

  Up to this point, the iron fist T-65B tank Red Flag First Tank Regiment was annihilated an hour ago, annihilated by a group that can be called the tactics of the Cold Arms era.

  When he heard the news of the annihilation of the Red Flag First Tank Regiment from the front line, Kukov's mouth twitched violently. After listening to the detailed battle situation, he decided to abandon the armored vehicle's frontal breakthrough through the small forest and instead let the infantry serve as the vanguard to break through the forest and capture the central communication tower.

  But soon he will face his second defeat.

  And Christopher, after receiving the message, calmly said a sentence: "The good show is yet to come." Then he dialed the communicator again: "Gill, you did well just now. Our side no longer needs to fear the enemy's armored forces."

  "Nothing much," Jill Riss replied. "Can we start the second move now?" His voice was trembling with anticipation at this moment.

  "Almost there, wait until you count to 100, and it'll be just about time to start."

  "I'm really looking forward to it... Chris." Jill's eyes gleamed with a mad flame.

  Jillris ordered her subordinates to lift the black cloth off the objects lined up in front of them, revealing what could only be described as ugly... oxygen tanks?

  The screen returns to the original forest, replacing the tanks with infantry as the vanguard advancing forward in a probing manner. As for why infantry was used instead of directly using helicopters to break through, it's because earlier a pair of dual-blade helicopters flying over the forest were shot down by dozens of rockets that came out of nowhere from below. When other dual-blade helicopters arrived as reinforcements, they couldn't shoot due to the forest being completely shrouded in smoke. As a result, the aerial cluster shooting of the dual-blade helicopters was rendered useless.

  These Red Army infantrymen, wearing gas masks, are moving forward step by step in pairs of two. Just in case, there are also two squadrons of helicopters flying overhead.

  This infantry, which served as the vanguard, had only two battalions with a total strength of about 600 men. Although their numbers were small, they had an entire brigade waiting in reserve behind them. If anything went wrong at the front, they would immediately be thrown into battle or withdraw from the forest to avoid taking more casualties.

  When Gill Riss received the intelligence sent by the scout in the forest, his handsome face suddenly twisted into a sinister smile. He swung the small red flag in his hand violently and shouted: "Fire!!!"

  At the sound of the order, 100 'oxygen cylinders' placed on the empty ground were ignited by the operating hands behind the fuse. If there was a traverser here, he would definitely exclaim "Isn't this just an unscrupulous cannon?"

  That's right, this is the ruthless cannon. Just last night, Christopher 'borrowed' all the oxygen tanks in the town hospital and arranged for workers to work overtime to modify the oxygen tanks into what he wanted. It was actually quite simple, just cutting off the front section of the oxygen tank and opening a small hole at the back of the bottle as a position to place the fuse.

  Because the oxygen cylinder has an outer diameter of 219 mm and a wall thickness of 8 mm, the actual caliber is 203 mm. For convenience in shooting, Krsti? had a metal bracket welded to the barrel, which can be moved left and right and folded together.

  Don't look at this; the caliber of the "heartless cannon" is very large, and its weight is absolutely worth the standard of a mountain cannon.

  The oxygen cylinder-made barrel body weighs 60 kg, the tripod head is at most 50 kg, and it can be disassembled, allowing two people to carry it on their backs.

  The barrel is very simple, but the shell is a very nasty thing. In a heavy explosive package, 300 thumb-sized steel balls are packed in. Behind it, the propulsive force generated by the explosion of the heavy coastal defense gun shell is used to propel it, and it can instantly blast the explosives into the air, with an actual distance of up to 2 kilometers. Then, in mid-air, these explosive packages burst instantaneously, and the large number of steel balls inside pour down like rain, covering a range without any blind spots, shooting everything on the ground into a sieve!

  No wonder Jill Riss exclaimed after seeing the mountain cannon and listening to Christopher's explanation: "This is simply a genius design, a devilish gift!"

  However, this mountain cannon also has its shortcomings, and it is only a soft mountain cannon that can only rely on simple parabolic trajectory for shooting. In the process of firing, it will be affected by various factors such as friction force, wind speed, and gravity, which will greatly reduce the hit rate. However, if there are hundreds of such mountain cannons firing together? A completely angle-free shooting from the sky. It is entirely possible to imagine that the enemy soldiers will witness a nightmare-like steel rain of death. According to estimates, if 200 heartless cannons fire simultaneously, it can wipe out an entire enemy division in an instant.

  This name is really apt, it's really shameless!

  As soon as Gilreis gave the order, the originally quiet and smoke-spewing cannons suddenly burst into a deafening roar that shook the earth. The impact was so great that even Gilreis, who was dozens of meters away from the artillery group, stumbled about unsteadily.

  A gray object shot out of the barrel at an extremely fast speed and flashed into the sky in an instant. Until it merged with the sky, everyone lost sight of it.

  It wasn't until about ten seconds later that a dull rumble echoed back from the distant sky.

  The Red Army soldiers, who were conducting a tense search in the forest, suddenly heard a dull sound from above and instinctively fell to the ground. However, they didn't press themselves tightly against the ground, but instead maintained a prone position with their limbs on the ground. This was because these battle-hardened soldiers knew that when faced with a caliber of over 300mm, hugging the ground would only lead to being shaken to death by the shockwave. But this time... it wasn't an ordinary artillery strike.

  These soldiers had not yet understood why the ground had not transmitted the shock, when they were pierced through the head and back by countless bullets falling from the sky. The helmets on their heads could not stop these terrible steel balls from piercing their brains at all. Countless soldiers were shot dead in the jungle in a prone position. Some old soldiers reacted quickly and hurried to hide behind tree trunks, but the steel balls propelled by the huge thrust of explosive packs seemed to have encountered no obstacles and pierced through the thick tree trunks, shooting the old soldiers hiding behind them on the spot. Even if he was lucky enough not to be killed by the first round of artillery fire, he would never have the chance to move again, because several steel balls had hit his spine and shattered it to pieces. It can be imagined that even if this warrior could survive to return home, what awaited him would only be a life of paralysis worse than death.

  Rumble...

  The casualties from the first round of shelling had not yet dissipated when the second round arrived.

  This time, however, the ruthless cannon adjusted its barrel elevation and sent the explosive package to the entire infantry brigade of the Soviet army in the rear.

  Blood, wailing, death. The main theme of the curtain of death that is unfolding.

  Inside the communication tower, Christopher was crazily covering his face and laughing loudly.

  "Hahaha... Come on, come on! No matter how powerful the army is or how elite they are. On my chessboard, you can only kneel down and surrender to me!!!"