Chapter 92
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Twelve amphibious landing craft braved the drizzle and moved quickly on the surface of the sea. Their destination was the beach of South City Harbor.
Tangleh sat in the landing craft, swaying left and right with the waves. Although it was shaking violently, the landing craft was very quiet. It was not a normal kind of quiet, it was a strange kind of quiet. Other than the occasional coughing and vomiting, there was no other sound.
Tangleh sat in the landing craft, holding a vomit bag in his left hand and his M14 rifle in his right. This rifle was abnormally heavy and had very little ammo. It was very suitable for hunting, but if it was used in war, it was really a deceptive weapon of war.
Other than the rifle in his hand, Tangleh also had an M1911 pistol, four offensive grenades, and three smoke grenades on his waist. Of course, it was not Tangleh's style to carry such little stuff. There was a bulletproof steel plate on his chest, and there were four magazines on both sides of his ribs. Each magazine had 20 bullets.
Don't say too much. If a fight broke out, he could finish them all in five minutes. Whether or not he could hit the enemy was his own business. Don't blame the weapons dealer. He carried a canvas military backpack on his back. There were all kinds of things in the backpack, such as instant bread, canned fish and beef, two big bags of women's clean cotton, half a kilo of sulfur powder, six pairs of clean socks, four hemostatic injection tubes, and seven hemostatic bandages.
Since his bad sister Lu Si did not reply to his letters or mail the goods for a long time, Tangleh had to find a way to buy them himself. Fortunately, his salary was high as a soldier, so he could ask a woman to give him some money to buy women's clean cotton. Otherwise, he would not dare to go out and buy them himself.
(I'll explain the effects of women's clean cotton and sulfur powder in detail in the jungle in the future.)
Although the load was heavy, Tangleh still had to carry it on his back. Some people might have asked why he had to carry so many things, but most of the people who said this were people who had never been on the battlefield. What was the most important thing for those who were on the battlefield? That was the supply of ammunition and food. Because they were far away from the rear, replenishing them became a big problem. Many veterans who had fought in self-defense would say that the most they had on them were bullets and rations. It was fine if they didn't have rations, as they could still gather materials on the ground. But if they didn't have bullets, where would they go to find them? Some of the more extreme veterans not only carried a full magazine, but also two water bottles. One was filled with water, and the other was filled with bullets. From this, it could be seen how important supplies were to a soldier.
In addition to constantly contacting the surrounding ships, the soldiers who piloted the landing craft also had to act as temporary clergy to comfort and persuade the soldiers in the cabin so that they could put down the burden in their hearts.
Despite listening to the advice of the temporary clergy, the fear and worry in Tangleh's heart did not subside. Instead, it grew like weeds in spring.
His mind kept replaying the horrifying and bloody scenes of the war movies he had watched in his previous life. When he thought of these, Tangleh couldn't help but think that when the landing craft docked, he would be shot by the machine guns of the Allied Forces on the other side before he could even set foot on the ground. He had to be careful later. Once the door was opened, the bullets might come flying at his face. Oh right, he was sitting in the middle now, so he might not die so quickly at first. The enemy's machine guns might first kill the few people in front of him and blast a few holes in their heads. Then the bullets would start to pass through their bodies. When the bullets reached him, he should still be safe.
That's it. When the door was opened and blood appeared on the heads of the few people in front of him, he would immediately fall to the ground. When the enemy reloaded and the firepower lessened, he would then release a smoke bomb. Then, he would roll into the sea instead of jumping into the sea. That's right. If he jumped into the sea, the surface area would be too big. As soon as he stood up, he would be shot. Yes, that's it. I'm such a genius. This good idea will definitely let me survive!
(If a veteran who had experienced World War II saw this, he would definitely scold him for being a psychopath. He was so scared that he was spouting nonsense.) But what if, what if, Tangleh's self-satisfaction disappeared again … Another question popped up in his mind. What if the Allied Forces opened fire? Could it be that only his side had cannons, but others didn't? What if this landing craft was hit by the enemy's artillery while it was moving? What should he do? I don't want to die yet.
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