Chapter 201:

Chapter 201:

Chapter 201

Execute them on the spot. Do it now!

Yes, sir!

Bang! Bang!

The short gunshots echoed in the silent city.

The suicide squad left in the slums were all ready to die for their countrys independence. If they could bring liberation to this land with their burning bodies!

With that determination, the independence fighters stormed the core facilities such as the airport and the headquarters with a few guns and grenades in their hands.

Sometimes they achieved some minor victories, but most of them were torn apart by the facilitys defense. Nevertheless, the independence fighters were proud.

Let go of me! You bastards, you sons of bitches!

Drag them out!

The survivors among the corpses of their comrades were dragged out like dogs by the allied forces.

Some had broken limbs dangling, some had bloody hair and limbs smeared in the mud.

Spit, youre worse than dogs.

But they still laughed and mocked the soldiers as the imperialists dogs.

The soldiers pulled out the guerrillas with stern faces.

The rebels with illegal weapons were executed without trial.

Some were dragged to the interrogation rooms deep underground, but those who refused to confess were dragged out again, bloody, and taken to the wall with bullet holes along with their comrades.

The officers called it the wall of lamentation unofficially. The soldiers called it the slaughterhouse. They shouted in front of it.

Imperialism is a paper tiger! You will drown in the sea of the people!

I may die, but the liberation of my country will come. It will come!

That bastard, didnt you tell him to gag him?

Im sorry, Im sorry!

The security police chief couldnt stand the prisoners leaving their last words one by one.

After he yelled at them, the condemned prisoners couldnt scream anymore.

Ugh, ugh, ugh!

Their mouths were gagged, their hands were tightly bound, and they hung helplessly from the hooks on the wall. The firing squad aimed their guns at them.

I I cant do this!

What?

A young soldier, pale as a ghost, dropped his gun and knelt down, trembling.

Are you disobeying orders? You son of a bitch

Sir, please. This kid is a new recruit His unit was wiped out yesterday. Please, please have mercy.

An older soldier, who looked experienced, ran to the police officer who was about to shout and begged for leniency.

The recruit who refused to fire sat down and shivered.

The other soldiers didnt look much better. The police officer clicked his tongue.

Not to mention serving the country with a spirit of self-sacrifice

He walked to the wall, stained with dark red blood.

There were six prisoners. His revolver had six bullets.

Are you scared? Are you scared, huh?!

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

They were getting used to the one-sided performance of the Buedeney medium tank, but it was always refreshing to strike a blow to the imperialists who crushed the colonists with their overwhelming weapons.

The 100mm tank gun, which was designed to counter the German medium tanks, was almost overkill for the early tanks like the Crusader or the Matilda. Even with high-explosive shells, not armor-piercing ones, most of the British tanks were either penetrated or had their tracks ripped off by direct hits.

On the other hand, the Crusaders 40mm, 2-pounder tank gun could not properly deal with the Buedeney tank.

Why doesnt it penetrate even when it hits?

I, I dont know

The British tankers cheered when they hit the Buedeney with their best shots, but they were shocked to see the mighty medium tank that didnt budge.

Just like the Germans, who entered the World War with the 3rd and 4th tanks, were shocked by the Soviet medium tanks and fell into the KV shock, the British fell into the Buedeney shock when they saw the Buedeney.

Damn, its so powerful

It was even more shocking for them, who had not received proper training and did not know how to use the tea time angle technique.

Instead of hitting the front of the tank vertically, if they slightly bent the angle to the 2 oclock direction, that is, pointing to the tea time, the shell would have a higher chance of bouncing off and missing.

But the soldiers, who were only taught how to drive a tank and shoot a shell for a few months and then sent to the battlefield, did not know such advanced content.

There were no veterans to teach them, either.

In the end, to take down the Buedeney, they had to bring in the scarce medium artillery and concentrate on the indirect fire, or call in the air force and bomb them, but the allied forces did not receive enough support to do so.

So they decided to use a different method, not the one they learned from the Americans.

You you want me to go there?

Yes! If you do that, your family will receive a huge reward!

The skinny native man looked anxiously at the heavy tank of the independence army, the Dutch officer who smiled hypocritically, and the interpreter.

There was a rather heavy box on his foot. The Dutch officer took out his wallet from his waist and opened it when the man hesitated.

Look! Do you see the money? This money will go to your family! Money! Interpreter, translate!

Uh, um, this money is yours. There, if you break that tank

The box on his foot was a bundle of explosives.

Even a medium tank was vulnerable in places like the bottom or the engine room. If they threw a bomb there, they could destroy the tank.

The British and Dutch forces had learned this valuable lesson from the battles with the Japanese. When the Sherman tanks appeared, they managed to destroy one or two of them with banzai charges or suicide attacks, and especially in this dense jungle, they worked better.

Of course, most of them failed miserably, and were torn apart by the tanks machine gun or the infantrys fire. And so the British and Dutch officers did not want to give such orders to their subordinates.

They knew it was obvious that they would be protested. Instead, they found a good substitute.

The man had one arm missing. He knew he couldnt feed his wife and children with this crippled body. He wasnt stupid enough to not know that he would surely die, even though they spoke with such nice faces.

The white men with pale faces who thought the Toins were all stupid and greedy wouldnt know.

Anyway, he finally picked up the bundle of explosives.

Please deliver the money to my family even if I die. If you leave them to starve to death, I will curse you even after death.

Oh yes, of course! Hurry, hurry up!

The interpreter nodded and urged the man.

The man picked up the bundle of explosives with his intact left arm and put it on his shoulder. He looked back anxiously and ran forward through the bushes.

Towards the 50-ton monster that scattered explosives and steel.

What are you going to do?

Why are you giving me my money? Just show some sincerity from the public fund. You couldnt even break it. Where are more Toins?

The officer spat out and shoved his wallet back into his waist nervously.

The Japanese bastards succeeded a few times, but somehow the Toins didnt seem to have any of them who knew how to blow up a tank properly.

The officer spat on the ground, remembering that he had to request more civilian project funds from the superiors.