Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

The eastern sky gradually turned pale, and the night was like a thick curtain, which was slowly being pulled open by the dawn.

Beside the Suez Canal,

Inside the British Ismailia Army Base,

The diffuse smoke slowly dissipated in the faint morning light, and the air was mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder, blood, and burnt metal.

Tired machine gunner Royce leaned against the hot Vickers heavy machine gun and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The damn night was finally over, and they would get air support from the Royal Air Force again!

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was covered with a mixture of dust and sweat, and his originally straight military uniform had become tattered, covered with stains and dust.

All night long, they repelled four attacks launched by the Egyptian army. At this moment, his body seemed to be drained of all strength, every muscle was sore, but his eyes were still alert and firm.

Royce slowly stood up, supported his numb knees with his hands, and looked towards the front of his position.

There, the bodies of Egyptian soldiers were lying in all directions, some of them still in a charging posture, holding weapons tightly in their hands, while others were twisted into strange shapes, obviously severely injured in the explosion.

Their faces still showed the determination and pain from the battle, and they looked particularly miserable in the cold morning light. And most of these corpses were his masterpieces last night!

Not far away, smoke was rising from the wreckage of several tanks. They were once steel behemoths on the battlefield, but now they have become a pile of scrap metal.

The tracks were twisted and deformed, the turrets were blown to one side, and the bodies were covered with craters and scorch marks. The hatches of some tanks were open, and the drivers and gunners inside had long since died, their bodies burned beyond recognition.

Royce looked at this tragic scene, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. War is so cruel, it ruthlessly took away countless lives, turning the originally vibrant lives into cold corpses.

These dead Egyptian soldiers, like me, may have families and friends, and dreams for the future, but in the vortex of war, they all became victims.

He thought of his hometown, that quiet lakeside town with warm sunshine, green grass and people living a comfortable life.

But now, he was in this distant foreign country, in the midst of a war. What was the war for? Was it for the so-called national interest, or for the ambitions of some people? Royce felt extremely confused.

Royce felt that he was lucky because he was a British and belonged to the camp of the strong. In a sense, war was a massacre of the weak by the strong!

He thought of his comrades again. During the fierce fighting that night, several of his comrades in the company fell forever on this land.

They used to train and laugh together, but now they were separated by the Yin and Yang. Royce's heart was filled with sadness and anger, sadness for the fragility of life and anger for the ruthlessness of war.

However, the war was not over. Although these four attacks were repelled, no one knew whether the Egyptian army would launch a new attack.

Royce took a deep breath, trying to come back to his senses.

He knew that as a soldier, his duty was to defend the base and protect his comrades. He sat back next to the machine gun, checked the weapon, and his eyes were re-ignited with determination, ready to meet new challenges.

Royce stuffed the last piece of compressed biscuit into his mouth. The battle would soon begin again, and his eyes became sharper and sharper.

There was a whistling sound in the sky, and he looked up suddenly, only to see dozens of planes piercing through the clouds, their wings shining silver in the morning sun.

The roar of the engine approached from far away, which made him happy. Major Baker was right. The Air Force would come to support at dawn! He even began to imagine that these fighters could quickly turn the tide of the battle.

However, when the fleet flew over the base, Royce's smile froze on his face. The style and outline of these aircraft were completely different from the Hunter or Venom fighters of the British Air Force.

When the fleet began to roar and dive, he could see clearly that the wings of the fighter planes were painted with the flag of the hostile country Haizhou, which symbolized the provocation of the golden dragon swallowing the ball. A chill instantly rose from his spine, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

Instantly, the first bomb dropped from the sky with a sharp whistling sound, hitting the main building of the base directly. The main building was the core of the base, with a bright British flag flying on the top, fluttering in the morning breeze, which was a symbol of their identity and beliefs.

The bomb hit the main building accurately, and the huge explosion shook the entire base. Fire instantly bloomed at the main building, like an evil red lotus. The wall of the main building collapsed in the explosion, and bricks and concrete blocks flew everywhere like raindrops.

The British flag waved violently in the flames and smoke, as if making its last struggle. The flames spread rapidly and soon engulfed the entire flag. It gradually curled and blackened in the flames, and finally turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind.

Royce looked at the destroyed main building, his heart filled with anger and grief. The destruction of the national flag seemed like the enemy's ruthless trampling of their dignity.

Seeing this scene, the British soldiers were confused and even yelled.

"Where's our plane?"

"Yesterday the sky was full of our fighter planes. Where are they today?"

These poor low-level soldiers, of course, don't know the real battlefield situation. The British and French air forces have been hit hard since yesterday afternoon. They have lost more than half of their aircraft carriers in the Mediterranean and the aircraft deployed in Cyprus! They have almost lost air superiority!

Immediately afterwards, more bombs fell from the sky like locusts and exploded everywhere in the Ismaiya base.

The fortifications, barracks and warehouses within the base were attacked one after another.

The field fortifications and bunkers were blown to pieces, and huge craters were blown out around the fortifications.

The barracks were instantly reduced to ruins after being hit by the bomb, with the soldiers' personal belongings scattered all over the rubble. The warehouse was also not spared, with the stored supplies destroyed and a raging fire that lit up the surrounding area red.

The fighter planes painted with the golden dragon swallowing a ball flag circled over the base like a flock of circling vultures. They lowered their altitude and the machine guns on their fuselages began to fire wildly. The dense bullets wove a web of death on the ground, and the soldiers fled in all directions in the hail of bullets.

Royce saw that some of his comrades were hit and fell, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red; some were rolling on the ground in pain, making miserable cries.

He hid behind a broken bunker, tightly holding the gun in his hand, his eyes red, and angrily shot at the fighters in the air. But he knew that their counterattack was so weak. Those fighters nimbly avoided their attacks and continued to carry out crazy destruction on the base.

The base was in chaos, the command system was blown up, and the soldiers lost unified command. Medical staff struggled to find the wounded in the chaos and carried them to the temporary first aid point. However, due to the enemy's continuous air strikes, the first aid point was constantly destroyed and the wounded died one by one!