EBE Chapter 609 Trampling the Glory of the British Empire
Chapter 609 Trampling the Glory of the British Empire
Another Chinese army was pouring into the British Concession like a tide. A large number of cars rolled over the cobblestone road, raising a cloud of dust, accompanied by the orderly footsteps of the soldiers, which seemed very solemn.
Unlike other Western powers, although an unprecedented war broke out in Europe, under the protests and efforts of those nobles, 3,000 well-equipped British troops were still left in the concession, affiliated with the gendarmerie, to maintain public order here.
The gendarmerie in the British Concession responded quickly, with their figures lined up on both sides of the street, ready for battle.
The tall Major Anthony, wearing a neat military uniform, with silver medals glittering in the sun, stood at the front of the team, like an indestructible mountain. His eyes were firm and deep, looking at the approaching Chinese army. Although he felt a little heavy in his heart, he still maintained calmness and dignity on his face.
Major Anthony shouted loudly: "This is the British Concession! This is not a place where you can do whatever you want! Now, immediately, take your people and get out!" His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the street, shaking the air around him as if it had solidified.
The leader of the Chinese army, a lieutenant colonel, walked out of the crowd with firm steps. He was wearing a Chinese military uniform, and his eyes were sharp and frightening. He looked directly at Major Anthony and said firmly: "You damn foreign devil, do you have the final say here? President Su has personally ordered that if you don't hand over Eric Wallace today, your territory will be razed to the ground!"
The confrontation between the two sides made the atmosphere tense. The streets were silent, with only the breathing and heartbeats of both sides interweaving in the air. Major Anthony clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. He knew that today's conflict was unavoidable, but he still hoped to solve the problem through negotiation.
Anthony's anger burned in his chest like a flame. He stood up straight, his eyes wide open, full of anger and disdain. He waved his military cap and roared: "Do you know what it means to lead troops to forcefully enter the concession? The concession is our English territory, and no one is allowed to trample on it. Are you going to go to war with the great British Empire?"
His voice echoed in the street, shocking everyone present. However, Captain Xu Qiang sneered at it. There was a trace of disdain on his resolute face, as if Anthony's anger was just an insignificant farce in his eyes.
"Put aside your tricks, what empire on which the sun never sets?" Captain Xu Qiang said coldly, his voice full of contempt. "In my eyes, you are nothing but pathetic creatures who are on the decline and still want to bully others!"
When Anthony heard this, his face instantly turned pale. He couldn't believe that this officer from the East dared to insult his country and his honor like this. However, Commander Xu Qiang did not stop, he continued to give orders: "Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Following his order, the Chinese army moved quickly. Soldiers drew their weapons one after another, and armored vehicles and tanks lined up on the street, their engines roaring, as if ready to charge at any time. Regimental Commander Xu Qiang drew his own pistol and pointed it at Anthony without hesitation. His finger gently pulled the trigger, and a gunshot broke the silence.
Anthony's body trembled at the sound of the gunshot, and then fell backwards as if hit by a heavy hammer. His head exploded like a broken watermelon, blood and brains splattered everywhere. His body fell to the ground, still twitching slightly, and the eyes that were once full of anger and unwillingness had lost their luster.
The soldiers around were frightened by the sudden gunfire. They stood there in a daze, not daring to move. However, Commander Xu Qiang did not hesitate at all. He shouted, "Whoever dares to stand in our way will be killed! Armored vehicles and tanks clear the way! Fire!"
Following his orders, the Chinese soldiers opened fire. Gunshots, cannon fire, and explosions rang out one after another, and the entire British Concession fell into chaos. Armored vehicles and tanks rushed through the streets, crushing all obstacles.
The British soldiers who were once arrogant and rude were now powerless in the face of powerful firepower. They could only flee in a panic or squat on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting for death to come.
Under Xu Qiang's precise command, the Chinese army, like an awakened lion, launched a swift and decisive attack on the British army. The sun shone obliquely, and the battlefield was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder and dust. Every bullet fired was accompanied by a crisp gunshot, like the breath of death.
Armored vehicles and tanks were like steel monsters, speeding through the streets, their tracks ruthlessly rolling over every stone slab on the road, making a deafening roar. The muzzles of the tanks spewed out hot flames, and the shells accurately hit the British defensive positions, and every explosion was accompanied by a piece of blood and flesh flying.
Although the British army was well-equipped, they were still ruthlessly crushed by the powerful Chinese army. Although their firepower was fierce, they gradually showed signs of fatigue under the powerful offensive of the Chinese army. The British soldiers fought back hard, but their bullets were like hitting iron plates, unable to cause any substantial damage to the armored vehicles and tanks.
On the battlefield, the shouts and gunshots of soldiers on both sides intertwined into a tragic symphony.
Twenty minutes later, the battle was over. The air in the British Concession seemed frozen, dead silent and heavy. More than half of the 3,000 British soldiers fell in a pool of blood, their uniforms stained red with blood. The once majestic soldiers were now like abandoned dolls, lifeless. The remaining 1,000-plus people, facing an irreversible defeat, chose to surrender. They lowered their heads, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
On the streets, the bluestone slabs seemed to have been washed with blood, presenting a terrifying dark red color. The bodies of the British soldiers were scattered all over the streets, like broken statues, lifeless. The surviving soldiers squatted on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their eyes no longer had the pride and glory of the past, only endless fear and despair.
This is the main street of the British Concession. The once bustling street has now become a mess. The windows of the surrounding high-rise buildings are broken and the curtains are swaying in the wind. The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street are closed, as if they are also trembling because of this tragic battle.
At this time, some British expatriates poked their heads out of the houses on both sides of the street. Seeing this scene, they were terrified and screamed and fled. Their faces were full of fear and anxiety, as if they were afraid that they would become the next victim.
On the second-story building on the side of the road, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, wearing a gentleman's hat, a black suit and holding a goblet suddenly opened the window and roared at the Chinese army below: "Shit! What the hell are you doing, you yellow monkeys! Get out of the concession! Get out of our land!" His voice was filled with endless anger and contempt for China.
Xu Qiang, who was sitting in the command vehicle, heard this insult and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He put out the cigarette in his hand, walked out of the vehicle slowly, and took an Iron Fist rocket launcher from the soldier next to him. He aimed at the low building where the old British nobleman was, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Whoosh--" A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the rocket shot towards the low building like an arrow from a bow. With a loud bang, the windows of the low building were instantly shattered, and bricks and stones were scattered everywhere.
The old British nobleman was knocked to the ground by the blast, and the goblet in his hand was shattered into powder. As the low building collapsed, the so-called nobleman was completely buried in the ruins.