I Became Stalin chapter 281

I became Stalin chapter 281

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MacArthur may have launched his final offensive in Calcutta, trying to gain an advantage in India, the world’s most populous country.

But voila!

“One corps of the enemy’s main force was thus completely besieged in downtown Calcutta. Our supply of supplies is being provided to the Indian Revolutionary Army, which is currently building a defensive line to complete the encirclement and stop the enemy’s attack trying to break through it.”

“Fufu… Puhhhh… .”

Ah, something suddenly burst into laughter.

From the standpoint of the US and NATO forces, they gathered all the unarmed troops and launched a one-hit offensive, but it was all eaten up.

It was a blow that could inflict a decisive blow on the increasingly shaky American dominance.

During the First Indochina War, the Battle of Dien Bien Phu in 1954, which surrounded and annihilated 20,000 French regular troops, had a huge impact on the successive French colonies in history.

this time? Indeed, the multinational forces were trapped in the city of Calcutta.

“USA, UK, Belgium, Portugal, South Italy, Spain… You’ve wiped out all the imperialist fascists! That’s great! amazing! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The enemy’s 6th Corps was primarily the U.S. military, but since the multinational echelons of regiments or battalions were in a state of being reinforced, the scale had grown to close to 50,000 for a single corps.

To be more precise, the size of the siege was roughly that of the Portuguese army, which collapsed and the Portuguese army was swept away toward the friendly forces.

Outside the encirclement, the US 4th Panzer Division broke through the encirclement and tried to rescue the allies, but was caught up in a precise counterattack as if measured with a mobile reserve ruler and retreated.

The US government seemed extremely perplexed.

[With the struggle of the 4th Panzer Division, the Indian Expeditionary Force secured Diamond Harbor in the lower reaches of the Hoogly River… .]

Having kept a stronghold without being drowned in the river while being pushed along, they were beating propaganda as if it was an all-out victory.

“Hmm… Well, shake some of the newspapers we’re holding on to. The title should be roughly drawn like this. “Why do America’s sons have to die for that little piece of land?”

“Yes! I see, Comrade Secretary General.”

To seize the opportunity to counterattack once again, NATO forces were holding on to the small port town of Diamond Harbor or something while taking the damage.

Now on top of that, we will pour heavy baptism once and for all. The baptism of anti-warism.

* * *

[Surrender, surrender. You are besieged.]

Even though it was a place where people lived, a message of surrender, which had no emotion, echoed over the desolate ruins that had been devastated by battle in an instant.

The besieged American soldiers fired with bangs, bangs, and single shots at the Indian Revolutionary Army, who flew from low distance with old-fashioned biplanes and spit out surrender citations in English with a strong Indian accent.

“… Fuck!”

“Stop it. Save your ammo.”

“… .”

A soldier stared with bloody eyes at the propaganda banners that suddenly appeared and started to cry when they were under siege. As the officer spits out the order to conserve ammunition, they turn their reddened eyes to the officer.

“Didn’t you say you can go home before Christmas?”

“I said there might be. Nothing is certain on the battlefield.”

[All I want in Christmas is you~~]

The soldiers, who had been staring at the officer who gave a brief reply as if exhausted, glanced at the sky as they heard the cheerful Christmas carols.

The carol, whose lyrics are so mournful to the soldiers, shook the soldiers’ hearts. The dream of being able to go home on the coming Christmas is frustrated and going crazy, but the family, friends and lover who will be waiting for you at home and in your hometown say, ‘All I need is you for Christmas’!

“Black, hmm… Whoops… .”

A young soldier began to sob. The neighborhood hyung who beat the Japs in the Pacific said that the battlefield was tough, but that it was a place where friendships were alive and men could come back.

But India was not like that. Due to the lack of supplies, the veterans often paid attention to their juniors and plucked their bruises, and instead of the jabs who charged like a bastard, it was full of Indian guerrillas who laid out all sorts of creative booby traps.

The senior soldiers who were supposed to comfort and lead the younger soldiers stared coldly at the junior soldiers who were setting candles to the point that they too would go crazy from the stress. Beginner officers were the first to be shot and killed while standing in front, saying, “You must set an example.”

“Ah! the plane… .”

Tutatattattattatta! Tata Tata Tata!

A squadron of planes painted in US colors flew and dropped supplies with parachute. Most of them were blown away by the unruly wind, or they were frightened by the anti-aircraft machine gun and threw it away.

The command was not without a thought, so it did drop supplies by air transport for the besieged soldiers. Anti-aircraft guns and machine guns interspersed between the buildings severely hampered those efforts.

The Indians, weakened by long guerrilla struggles, also used other creative methods. For example, when American supply boxes were obtained, the contents were completely forgotten, filled with all kinds of explosives, and put in places where hungry Americans would turn their eyes.

They were literally in a state of mental collapse when they saw a colleague who was rushing to pick up supplies tore torn by a machine gun bullet from somewhere or exploded in a whole with a disguised explosive.

“… Fuck… Shit… Mom… .”

“Hey, Private Jones, hey!”

“… .”

One of the soldiers who had not yet had much battlefield experience, but who had been involved in too many battles, grabbed his gun and began to tremble.

‘Shell Shock’. The psychiatric community in the United States calls it that, and the Soviet Union and other communist countries now have a symptom called ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’. The platoon leader tried to call the soldier’s name several times and there was no answer, so he began walking cautiously towards the soldier.

you have to take the gun

That’s what the Americans have learned, who have been murdered by superiors over and over again by rampaging soldiers and shooting in barracks. First take the gun and lock it in a mental hospital or some warehouse. Because it wasn’t just the ambush enemy that was able to shove their guns into the back of the head.

“Come on, Tommy, are you good? awhile… Can you give me a gun?”

“No way darling!! No! No! Fuck! Indian cubs are coming!”

The soldiers were frightened and fell to their knees. Fortunately, the gun was in a safe state, and the soldier’s mental state was not so damaged that he did not put a bullet in the platoon leader’s face.

“Tommy! Shit! I am James! platoon commander!”

“… Ah? Aaaaah! I don’t like it, I’ll stop, I’ll stop!”

“Okay, I got it. From the gun… .”

“Indian bastards!!!! Indian guys are coming! Aaaaaaaah!”

Unable to imagine that his scream would attract more attention from Indian snipers, the soldier struggled, screaming torn apart.

When the soldiers who were watching from the side rushed to stop him, they grabbed his limbs and covered his mouth, and Tommy bit the thick palm he had dug into his mouth.

“Ouch! my hand! Aaaaah!”

“Get it off! take it out! Just take it out!”

“help me! help me!”

An old-fashioned Indian military plane flew over the chaotic camp, playing merry carols. Only the occasional gunshots reminded him that this was a battlefield, not a holiday in his hometown.

Except for life on the battlefield like a gutter.

* * *

“Sir, our unit is currently extremely short of supplies for the offensive. To go on the offensive… .”

“You talked about that yesterday too, didn’t I tell you to hand over some of the supplies to another unit if you couldn’t do it? then… .”

“Then our troops cannot survive!”

Frederick’s temples throbbed as he watched the division commander cut off his horsetail and even talk back to him.

Most of the troops had no weapons and divided ammunition and made a rapid advance to Calcutta. In that state, the supply was cut off, and in order to survive, they held onto their supplies and wrote evil that they would not be able to release them.

‘I have to live! We can break through this siege!’

They said they didn’t want to see them handed over supplies to a unit from a foreign country who had no comradeship in mind for a breakthrough operation, but only survived. The low-ranking commanders, knowing that their headgear would be in danger if they were to be attacked and suffered great damage after gathering supplies, gathered and prepared a bosin while controlling the soldiers’ use of ammunition.

“Okay… .”

Meanwhile, dysentery began to circulate among the soldiers who drank the contaminated water. The soldiers, who had been strong enough to have a fever, collapsed and fell.

If there were only a few goddamn drugs, I would have been able to cure it to a certain extent, but even that was difficult. In revenge for the brutal execution of the rebels at the beginning and the cruel treatment of prisoners of war, the Indian Army also did not follow the so-called “rules”.

What if I surrender here? How will they use the precious American prisoners they have obtained!

Frederick trembled, remembering what Nazi Germany had done with the prisoners. How badly will the rumors that their sons are dying in pain in a camp in a faraway land will have an adverse effect on the people who are still tired of the war.

When I looked down at the two full texts on the desk, my teeth broke.

[Surrender is impossible. Resist until the Salvation Army comes. The supply of airborne materials will increase.]

The NATO Forces Command, and the US government behind it, ordered: Never surrender.

If the 6th Corps surrendered here, future activities in India could only be destroyed. Even if the Soviet Union is noticing, it is difficult to send additional troops, but if a whole corps evaporates, will they fight the rebels, no matter how cooperative they are with the local troops?

They had to save the 6th Legion. But there was no way.

Outside the siege, there were only a handful of defeated soldiers to come to the rescue, and the Indian army, which began to encircle the defenses layer by layer, exhausted and tightened the soldiers inside the siege with sporadic guerrilla attacks.

The other specialties, on the other hand, were a little softer.

[Indian Revolutionary Army officially invites NATO 6th Corps to surrender. Your army cannot afford to break the allied encirclement, and I hope you do not uselessly increase the damage of your soldiers… .]

The content was shocking, though.

In hundreds of years of colonial history, no colonial army has ever defeated the Western regular army in rotation. If 50,000 soldiers of the 6th Corps surrender, it would be the first and worst defeat in history.

However, it was attractive enough to guarantee the treatment of the soldiers. I couldn’t believe it that much.

‘If this is known, the morale of the soldiers… .’

“dismissal! dismissal! It’s urgent!”

“… something else.”

“Indian rebels are broadcasting propaganda… We started broadcasting to maintain the above-mentioned generous treatment only for the soldiers if they surrender.”

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