bacchusnovels Chapter 237: A Look at the Humanitarian Aid in Great Xia
Chapter 237: A Look at the Humanitarian Aid in Great Xia
It's a long-standing tradition for the three armed forces to "plead poverty" and ask for more funding every year during their year-end exercises.
Last year, the navy had Type 053 corvettes and Type 037 submarines with their old twin 37mm naval guns.
Meanwhile, the army brought out its Type 59 tanks and cried, while the air force brought out its J-7 and J-8 fighters and cried.
Even more outrageous were those who had soldiers wear armor and carry wooden guns for drills, each one more absurd than the last.
The meaning is obvious:
Mom, look how poor we are! We haven't even deployed the new equipment yet, how can we possibly fight to protect our country? Please allocate funds quickly!
This year... is it possible to change our approach?
For example, you could make a film called "Me and My Crispy Battleship," specifically lamenting that you don't have enough "Jing Jin" (a type of weapon).
Just as General Liu's train of thought was starting to go astray, a staff officer suddenly pointed to a corner of the screen, his voice changing into a different tone.
"General! Look!"
The staff officer's exclamation interrupted General Liu's thoughts.
He looked up and stared intently, and saw in the magnified satellite image that a group of soldiers wearing their own navy training uniforms were wrestling with the U.S. Navy on the deck of the "Antiy"!
General Liu: "???"
A few seconds later, he slammed his hand on the control panel, making a loud bang.
"Nonsense!"
He cursed it as nonsense, but the smile on his face revealed a genuine sense of satisfaction.
How could one possibly be angry when seeing their own soldiers beating up the enemy?
This is only because the battle hasn't escalated yet, otherwise he would have wanted to eat the whole thing as red bean paste!
To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself!
The Antiy in the distance was badly damaged in the collision.
In that instant, a terrifying gash appeared in the hull, and the American soldiers on board were caught off guard and thrown about.
Many people fell into the icy sea on the spot, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
On the deck, men and horses were sprawled out, and there were groaning and rolling around everywhere among the British soldiers.
In contrast, the well-prepared Xia soldiers were like tigers among sheep.
They were physically strong and had already regained their footing, so they were now full of energy and fighting off their opponents.
"These bastards!" the staff officer chuckled and cursed, but then a more wicked idea popped into his head, and he whispered a few words to General Liu.
General Liu's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave the order.
"Order the Xuanwu warship to immediately organize its officers and men to launch...humanitarian relief operations against the 'Anti'!"
He emphasized the words "humanitarian aid" with particular force.
The surrounding staff officers were taken aback at first, then they all realized what was happening, suppressing their laughter as they saluted, their shoulders shaking violently.
"Yes, sir! We guarantee the 'rescue' mission will be completed!"
Thus began an unprecedented "shipboard rescue".
More Xia soldiers rushed onto the Antiy through the point where the two ships met, howling as they did so.
They shouted internationally recognized rescue slogans, but their actions were increasingly clumsy and malicious.
"Hey! 'Brad!' Don't be afraid! We're here to rescue you!"
A Xia soldier grabbed an Eagle Nation soldier by the collar, his face full of "concern".
"You don't look well, are you seasick? Come on, lean against the railing and get some fresh air!"
As he spoke, he "accidentally" slipped, and with precise effort, knocked the American soldier over the railing with his buttocks, "helping" him fall into the sea.
"Oh dear, you're injured! Don't move, let me give you a full checkup!"
Another soldier used a chokehold to pin an Angkor soldier who was trying to resist to the deck, his hands quickly groping the soldier's body.
"Don't panic, let me check if you have any broken bones..."
"Huh? What's this? The rank insignia are too uncomfortable, I'll keep it safe for you!"
As he spoke, he put the badge into his own pocket.
Joint locks, shoulder throws... the deck was filled with screams of "Oh shit!" and "Fuck!"
And the "enthusiastic" rescue slogans of the Great Xia soldiers.
The Antiy was listing more and more severely, and icy seawater was flooding the deck.
The squad leader punched the last struggling British soldier to the ground, and looking around, there were no enemies left standing on the deck.
He looked down and saw that the ship was already half-submerged.
"Retreat! Retreat back to our ship immediately!"
At the squad leader's command, the soldiers reluctantly began to retreat.
Several assault boats and rope ladders had already been deployed on the Xuanwu warship to provide support.
One by one, their own soldiers returned safely, while the British soldiers wearing life jackets could only bob and sway in the icy water, like a group of angry orange buoys.
They covered their bruised and swollen faces and cursed loudly in the direction of the Xuanwu warship.
"Fuck you! You bunch of robbers!"
"Shameless! You have no sportsmanship!"
On the deck of the Xuanwu warship, the newly boarded soldiers gathered together, excitedly counting their "relief supplies".
"Hehe, watch this!" A soldier pulled out a few wet British Navy shoulder patches from his pocket and waved them triumphantly.
"This thing should be enough to qualify for a third-class merit, right?"
"Hehe, look at me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Tieniu grinned and pulled out a handful of things from his pocket, spreading them all out on the deck.
He had a small cut on his forehead, and blood was seeping out, but he didn't care at all, grinning like a 300-pound child.
Everyone stared intently, and instantly, the deck fell silent.
Among that pile of badges, besides those of ordinary soldiers, there were also several shiny epaulets of colonels!
One of them even belonged to the captain!
"Holy crap!!!"
An old soldier dropped his epaulets onto the deck without even noticing.
"Tie Niu! You son of a bitch... you raided the bridge of the 'Antiy'?!"
The surrounding soldiers were all stunned, their eyes wide with envy.
Li Tieniu scratched the back of his head and smiled憨厚ly:
"I figured the officers were the most powerful in the bridge, so I was the first one to rush in."
"The people inside were all lying on the ground groaning. I figured I had to save the leaders first, so..."
"I just casually checked all their belongings."
"Damn it! How could I not have thought of that!" An old soldier slapped his thigh in frustration.
"You idiot, Tie Niu! Look at you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you're actually eating all by yourself!"
"Goodness, I knew you were something special!"
The soldiers who rushed forward after receiving orders were filled with regret when they saw Li Tieniu's pile of spoils.
They generally only managed to get one or two ordinary soldier's shoulder insignia, which, compared to Li Tieniu, meant they didn't even get a hot bowl of soup.
The bridge of the Xuanwu warship.
The commander watched as the Antiy slowly sank, with only its stern visible above the water, and poured himself a cup of piping hot tea.
An advisor came over to ask for instructions:
"Sir, what should we do with those American soldiers who fell into the water?"
The commander picked up his binoculars, glanced at the drenched chickens thrashing about in the water, their shouts and curses still faintly audible, and gently blew on the steam rising from his cup.
"The fact that he still has the energy to curse means he's in good health and won't die."
"Let them soak in the icy waters of Antarctica and calm down."
He put down his binoculars, slammed his teacup on the table, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
"Order! Xuanwu Ship, advance! Get to the very front!"
"Stop all American ships attempting to come aboard to rescue people!"
"I'd like to see who dares to come closer!"
"yes!"
The massive Xuanwu warship roared, and the "Zheng Jin" armor on its bow, gleaming with a dark blue light, cut a white wave across the sea.
It stood like an insurmountable steel gatekeeper, blocking the view between the United Kingdom's fleet and the sea area where hundreds of soldiers were floating in the water.
On the Freedom.
Jackson: "???"