"Try your best!" Chidselayan was cautious in nature and did not give a heroic answer.

"The counterattack requires the joint efforts of the entire army. We will try our best to create the environment you need. You don't have to worry about anything else. You only need to care about the plan of the 29th Army." John Connor hesitated to speak, and finally took the picture.

Pat Selayan on the shoulder, "Just treat the counterattack as the last battle."

"Do you think he can do it?" After Chidselayan left, Brown came in and asked, "This is a raid that has never been seen on the battlefield. Although, we have a huge vehicle transportation capacity.

, decentralized to company consultants, this is all supported by the United Company, but the extent to which these Middle Eastern Christians can achieve is also worrying."

"As long as they arrive at the place, it doesn't matter even if they light up all the cars and create a wall of fire. Don't you understand the boss's character? He usually makes money with his head, but at critical moments, he always uses money as firewood to burn.

." John Connor shrugged and said, "We can't lose. Once Black Gold Company is wiped out, regardless of our fate, United Company will also lose the private armed force that deters other companies. Although our boss has never

Respect anyone's life, but you will not be indifferent to this matter."

"My idea is this. There are currently more than a dozen cargo ships in the port that have not left. Use them to land behind the British Indian Army." John Connor turned back and pointed with his finger at the position one hundred kilometers behind the British Indian Army.

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"That's not a place to land at all, unless you just sit and watch the ship run aground." Brown frowned.

"Otherwise? Should we ask the boss?" John Connor said indifferently, "What time of the day is it? I still care about some ships. Anyway, we can't get out of the Persian Gulf now, so why not let us take advantage of it."

"Okay!" Brown nodded, "I believe the boss won't care about this, since so much money has been invested."

"No more, no more." Sheffield emphasized twice, "As long as you can win, everything is extraneous. There is no shame in winning with sufficient support. Burn, burn them all and I will supplement them. Don't think about how much it costs.

No matter how much I spend on things now, it will be less than what I spent on ransoming people in the prisoner of war camp. I don’t want to see that day."

At the Eighth Army Headquarters in Kuwait in the Persian Gulf, the counterattack plan has been known to all commanders. John Connor, wearing military boots, walked back and forth, making a thumping sound, and finally stopped and said, "Everyone has a rest today. Everyone knows.

We were not soldiers before we came to the Middle East. Now I want to explain the situation we are facing from the perspective of ordinary people. For thousands of years, Christians in the Middle East have been in an environment of siege. They should understand that a land of their own means

What? Counterattack across the board tomorrow at 12 noon."

"General Chidselayan, you just need to use those cars as means of transportation. If you don't have time, you can burn those cars when building the defense line to prevent the enemy from attacking. It doesn't matter.

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At noon on January 17, 1916, on various military positions in Kuwait, all Black Gold Company consultants assigned to leveling were doing the same action, checking the time. When the time reached 12 o'clock at noon, all positions

More than 600 artillery pieces on board made earth-shattering noises. Led by twenty 310mm train guns, they launched artillery bombardment on the surrounding British and Indian regiments.

Four hours ago, the 29th Army in Basra had already taken all its cars and started the first motorized march in human history. The soldiers of the Eighth Army had been living near the Persian Gulf for many years, and

There will be no embarrassment of getting lost. Compared with the British and Indian regiments coming from afar, it is completely a local battle.

The soldiers of the Eighth Army finally vented their long-standing grievances. Amidst the loud shouts of murder, countless helmets and blue military uniforms gathered into a huge wave, which instantly flooded the forward positions of the British and Indian Army riddled with bullets.

The Army Group had never laid mines while defending, and the attacking Anglo-Indian Army had no intention of causing trouble for its attack, so the road was smooth.

Half a minute later, the artillery of the British and Indian Army began to speak sporadically. The few machine guns were unable to stop the fierce charging troops of the Eighth Army. The shells and bullets were like a few small grains of sand thrown into the water, barely making a few splashes.

The ripples were then swallowed up by the raging waves.

The Eighth Army, which launched the Long Live Charge of the Japanese Army, quickly defeated the two Indian infantry divisions at the front of the British and Indian Army with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain. Until the Bengal cavalry, which was beaten to pieces by the artillery fire, began to recover and launched a counterattack.

By the time, it was already too late.

"Specialize in attacking Indians. If you see troops with beards and turbans, hit them hard. This is the key to our breakthrough!" Commanders at all levels regard the majority of Indian troops as the breakthrough point of this counterattack.

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The sound of machine gun fire was deafening, and the infantrymen in the front row were busy repeating the actions of pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger. The machine gunners' feet were soon filled with bullet casings, and the infantrymen had not had time to press the second row of bullets into the magazine.

, the charge formation of the Eighth Army had already arrived in front of them.

The Indians' pitiful cannons exerted their greatest effectiveness at this time, and the cannonballs fell on the advancing team. After the neat square teams passed by, bodies were scattered on the ground. In the eyes of the Indians,

The blue waves were getting closer and closer, and the soldiers of the Eighth Army finally entered the shooting range of the Indian soldiers. After the machine guns and rifles fired, the neat offensive formation suddenly dispersed, and the soldiers began to charge in skirmish formations. The machine guns on both sides started

You come and I shoot each other.

In this wilderness without any trenches or shelters, any bullet can easily end the opponent's life. Gradually, the Eighth Army's counterattack troops overwhelmed the beleaguered Indian soldiers in terms of momentum, organization and firepower.

The two and a half infantry divisions and two regiments of Bengal cavalry that the British and Indian Army had finally assembled here could no longer hold on. The already scattered defense line began to waver, and some soldiers began to retreat, which then turned into a collective retreat.

In an environment like the desert Gobi, what will be the outcome once it becomes a retreat?

Nothing happened. When the British supervisory team appeared, the Indians regained their fighting strength. After retreating 20 kilometers, they stabilized their position again. There is no doubt that the siege of Kuwait has been broken. If this time

If the British and Indian Army chose to retreat, nothing in the future would happen.

At the headquarters of the Anglo-Indian Army in Oman, a major in military uniform asked the translator on the side, "Have you not figured out the plan of the Kuwaiti mercenary yet?"

The nominal Eighth Army of the Ottoman Empire, in the eyes of the British, is not a real army of the Ottoman Empire, and is still habitually called a mercenary army.

"Why can't we figure it out? We know it very well. People never use coded telegrams. They all use clear telegrams." The translator reported while holding the telegram in his hand. "Since the counterattack during the day today, Kuwait has sent only a handful of telegrams.

We intercepted them all, not even the nickname between the mercenary and his boss."

The major took the telegram and looked at its contents with a wry smile and said, "I would rather our opponents have a complete coded telegram system than look at these useless telegrams, especially the telegrams sent from the United States. This rich man is simply salivating.

The words have been carried to the extreme, and there is a lot of content without the slightest value."

"It's almost like our politician is giving a speech!" the translator added with a smile, obviously feeling the same way about his superior's words.

"That's right!" The major shrugged and put down the telegram helplessly. It seems that we can't provide any useful information to the headquarters.

In Sheffield, New York, I was really shot while lying down. It is a must-have skill for the upper class to have conversational skills that ordinary citizens cannot understand. Is this a mistake? These two bastards can only mean one thing and two things.

People are really ordinary citizens.

How can you show your status in the upper class if you say something everyone can understand?

If we look for masters of this kind of speaking skills from history, Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty is definitely one of them. Even slave owners cannot think of anyone more powerful than this emperor. Any order issued by Emperor Jiajing will be ignored.

Within the scope of ambiguity, even most of the ministers in the court did not understand what the emperor meant, but this is not a good thing for the country.

The slave owner who didn't know that he was being complained about was because of the time difference, so he had an understanding of this counterattack. He thought that he would definitely win and drive the British and Indian Army into the sea. It was definitely a lie. It was just that he hoped that this would happen.

Something happens!

"Is the car ready to go to Minneapolis today?" Sheffield asked the head of the bodyguard.

"It's as ready as the airship." Jesra nodded. He knew best that his boss's words were inaccurate. When he asked to prepare the car, it meant that all means of transportation were ready. As for whether it was a car, train, or airship, it didn't matter.

It depends on your mood when setting off at short notice.

In the end, Sheffield chose to take the airship to Minneapolis. As long as the weather permitted, the slave owners believed that the safety of taking the airship was very guaranteed, at least they would not worry about car bombs. In such a sensitive time, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents.

When the incident happened, five airships took off at the same time. Under the escort of other airships, Sheffield Shiran set off on the road.

"I can't just build a train for myself. Let me travel and ride it at any time. And that's not the problem of the train. There are too many places on the rails that can be manipulated. Do I still need to build a railway for myself? I will repair it wherever I go.

Where?" Sheffield was still trying to explain his behavior in vain, and several women nodded in unison.

"We all understand that safety comes first!" Evelin said in a low voice, "Why did the Secretary of War choose Minnesota for the airship brigade demonstration this time?"

"Because it is relatively close to Canada and not close to the big cities in Canada, I would like to give a demonstration from New York and go directly to Toronto and Ottawa. Otherwise, I think the British will always disrespect me." Sheffield said with both hands.

Yitan sighed, "But the Secretary of War disagreed, and with so many airships appearing together, there are too many people near New York, so we chose such a poor agricultural state..."

"My brother has communicated with several companies in the UK, but now that your mercenaries are fighting with the British and Indian Legion, it may not be optimistic. You have to be mentally prepared." Louisa Morgan said, "But there are no words.

It's too rigid, and now the situation facing the UK has become worse. Zeppelins have been visiting London frequently recently, and the UK is not very willing to break up with the United States."

"If the Germans weren't here, they would probably come and burn down the White House again. But I believe that this time the war is over, the United States will no longer have to worry about the British coming to attack us!" Sheffield said with gloating, "Why do I keep looking towards

The Germans are talking, because they are fighting the British, which is really good for us."

"I want the British to compensate me for my losses. No matter what the outcome of this counterattack is, I will lose a lot of money." Sheffield said angrily, "I have occupied so many colonies, even the small Persian Gulf.

Steal from me, the British are simply greedy, the Germans should just beat them."

The current Secretary of War, Lindley Miller Garrison, was already waiting for Sheffield on the outskirts of Minneapolis. This airship purchase was a procurement project that he promoted during his tenure as Secretary of War.

Of course nothing comes for free, and he will certainly receive the kind gratitude of United when he leaves office.

Compared to the fierce fighting in the Persian Gulf, this place can be said to have a comfortable climate and pleasant scenery. The endless airships stay in the open space, just like a parking lot for small cars. Of course, they are much larger and look smaller.

Extraordinarily shocking.

"I can now somewhat imagine why Londoners were panicking about the Zeppelin airship." Secretary of War Lindley sighed, "Who can face such a scene and remain indifferent?"

"So, we must ensure the strength of the United States, and at the same time restrain the desire to join the war in our hearts." Sheffield said calmly, even if everyone in the United States is qualified to call for peace, he is not qualified, and now the Persian Gulf is still fighting

Where's the battle?

Rumble! Two Guba-class battleships in the Persian Gulf launched a bombardment on an important port in Oman. This was the first time that the British-Indian Corps base in Oman faced a threat from the sea. After twenty minutes of bombardment, the two
Chapter completed!