Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 405 405 Bad Boarding

When the head of the 1st regiment returned to the Liberty Ship and told the soldiers that they could land ashore early in the morning the day after tomorrow, the atmosphere became cheerful.

After such a long sea voyage, they almost thought they were going to perish on the wreck.

But now, they had finally reached the end of their wait and finally saw hope—this made the young soldiers couldn't help but cheered enthusiastically.

Although some people still vomited and some people were still depressed, everyone still started to pack their bags and check the equipment they carried with them as required.

On the second day, all soldiers were forced to eat, and everyone had to go to the deck on time to bask in the sun.In the early morning of the third day, the soldiers on the bridge finally saw the huge island on the sea level.

On the escorting cruiser, all the angled gun barrels were pointed at the coastline, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

A few minutes later, all sides of the free wheel were thrown down the rope ladder, and the crane lowered the landing boats one by one.

Larger boats are even powered by gasoline engines, and more boats are paddle wooden boats operated by sailors.

The soldiers who couldn't wait to leave here crowded the deck, some were asked to help operate the crane, and some helped lift the canvas covering the boat.

Officers interspersed in the gaps in the queue of soldiers waiting for orders, loudly reminding everyone: "Don't mess up! Hold on! Everyone pay attention to safety! When changing to a small boat! Be sure to pay attention to safety!"

"There are not enough lifebuoys! There is no way to have one!" Inside the bridge, a naval officer frowned and looked down at the dark crowd on the deck, muttering.

"They also have no way to climb the rope ladder with the lifebuoy on their backs..." The adjutant felt that this kind of preparation work was a disaster.

Before landing at Refeng Port, there was a pier. It is more accurate to say that the soldiers disembarked rather than disembarked.

But now, when the waves are rolling and the ship is up and down, a group of landlubbers climb a rope ladder of more than ten meters and then jump to the waiting boat below, which can almost be described as extreme sports.

"Because we are not sure if there are any hidden reefs, we dare not get too close to the coastline... Stopping the ship here is already quite risky." The captain put down the binoculars and said.

In the messy situation, the army soldiers who had hardly been trained to change boats began to flock to the rope ladder.

The rope ladder, which looks as thick as a woman's wrist, is actually as soft as a naughty snake.There is no sense of security at all in the hand, and it can't bear the strength, shaking and loose.

Ever since, the soldier who had just turned over the side of the ship and climbed down two or three meters began to complain: "My God! Is it so high? Damn it! Who designed this thing... how can it be so soft? what?"

A soldier climbing down beside him was overwhelmed by these annoying complaints, and couldn't help yelling in a low voice: "Shut up! Stop nagging! Damn it! I can't catch it anymore."

It was just dawn, and the surroundings were deadly quiet. On the Liberty Wheel, which had stopped, there was no longer the constant roar of machinery.

The thick anchor chain at the bow swayed gently with the waves, and farther away, the wolf-class cruiser was cruising back and forth at a low speed.

On the sea, the boats that have been unloaded rise and fall with the rise and fall of the sea, just like the densely packed leaves in the autumn pond.

The sailors who were already waiting on the top looked up at the army soldiers climbing up the rope ladder like ants, thinking that they were ridiculously stupid.

Before the soldiers scolded their comrades, someone whispered, "I've been vomiting for six days, and I don't have the energy...Damn it!"

They all carried their own backpacks, their rifles hung on their shoulders, and they carried bayonets, food bags, kettles, and steel helmets...

So much equipment weighed more than tens of kilograms, so it was indeed very difficult for these soldiers to climb the rope ladder.

"Someone fell into the water!" Accompanied by the sudden sound of something smashing into the water, someone suddenly shouted eagerly,
The soldier holding the rope with all his strength looked pale at the splash thrown by the person who fell into the water not far away, and couldn't help cursing: "Wow! Carrying such a heavy thing, falling into the water will not save you!" It's gone!"

Sure enough, he kept seeing the people above couldn't help kicking his steel helmet with their shoes, but he didn't see the person who fell into the water come out of the water again.

He began to regret, regretting that when he was on the deck just now, he hated getting in the way and left the lifebuoy that he heard could provide extra buoyancy aside.

"Hold on to the rope!" On the rope ladder, an officer reminded everyone loudly, because just now, right in front of their eyes, the first victim had appeared.

While climbing down, these officers loudly reminded each soldier: "Be careful where you step! Be careful!"

The third mate on the ship guarding the side leaned on the railing and shouted loudly to his feet: "Sailors on the small boat, please help as much as you can!"

On the bridge of the Wolf 1 battleship, Bernard looked at the troops who were struggling to transfer in the distance, and said to his adjutant: "This is not a special ship, and it is too risky to transfer to a small boat! This point Should improve!"

"I've already written it down!" The adjutant held the open notebook flat, on which several items for improvement had been written.

On the other side of the ship, the commander of the 2nd Battalion almost cried: "The two fell into the sea... This loss of speed, I think I may be demoted..."

The officer next to him was also depressed: "Fighting a battle will not cause as much loss as changing to a small boat this time... What the hell."

"The next batch of soldiers... Let them not carry backpacks, bullets and rifles! Keep the helmets too! Wait for the follow-up boats to pass!" Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the officer raised his head, Got an idea.

The Second Battalion Commander was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with some concern: "The combat effectiveness of the troops?"

"What else can we do? If something goes wrong, you and I are both responsible! Sir! There may not necessarily be enemies on the shore..." The officer spread his hands.

"Oh... that's the only way to go." The 2nd Battalion Commander thought for a while, and could only agree to such a solution that was not a solution.

"Leave the backpack! You don't need to bring the bayonet and engineer shovel! And the rifle! The helmet! Leave it on the deck!" Soon, the officer who had received the order issued an order among the crowded crowd.

The soldiers who heard this order began to prepare them all morning again, and finally took off the equipment they put on.

Soon, another supplementary order came.The officers, who were already a little dizzy, had to continue to remind everyone loudly: "Those who can swim can carry pistols! Those who can swim can bring some equipment! Pistols and pistol bullets! You can bring them all!"

"The fully loaded boat is ready to go!" The voices of the sailors came from time to time on the sea. They rowed their oars, controlled the wooden boat in the waves, and slowly approached the shore.

At the beginning, there were two wooden boats, but gradually more and more wooden boats sailed to the coast.On some large wooden ships, there are also special equipment covered with canvas, including human generators and telegraphs for communication.

"The first batch of small boats has already set off!" An officer walked up to the head of the 1st regiment who was guarding the ship's side, and reported after saluting.

The head of regiment 1 nodded, and he also saw that his troops were already sprinting towards the coast, and they would be able to go ashore soon!

Completely different from the Normandy landings in World War II, Tang Mo's troops didn't have plastic sheets to cover their guns, and he didn't need to make violent artillery preparations at all.

He didn't even have to lay smoke bombs on the beach to cover his landing troops from enemy machine gun fire.

The Datang Group also didn't have the kind of special landing craft with the door open in front, they could only rely on the most traditional way of scrambling the beach to transport soldiers to the beach.

Different from the advanced landing mode in the late World War II, the flaws of this landing form are astonishingly large-it is not easy for small boats to wash up on the beach and return to the voyage.

The soldiers who boarded the boat first, after a long wait, could almost touch the beach at this moment.

The surroundings were still extremely silent, and the enemy army could not even see a shadow.When the soldiers approached the beach, they couldn't wait to turn over and jump into the water, and staggered step by step towards the land they had longed for for a long time.

With a rifle in hand, the first soldier to go ashore didn't even choose a place, and sat down on the golden gravel, gasping for breath and laughing from time to time.

The people who followed them ashore were not much better. They supported each other to find a clean place and sat down, unscrupulously reminiscing about the safety and stability of the land.

As for the pre-arranged tasks such as occupying the commanding heights and finding the bunker immediately, not many people can remember at this moment.

This is more like a drill than a fight.Or it doesn't even count as an exercise, which is roughly equal to a spring outing.

Throwing away their weapons and backpacks, taking off their boots, and throwing away their helmets, these soldiers who went ashore first even turned around and walked into the sea to help the follow-up troops unload large equipment.

"Finally landed..." The officer did not intend to urge his soldiers to restore discipline, and they also sat on the beach, sighing comfortably.

Now, when they stepped on the beach, they still felt the constant shaking, which made them feel nauseated and nauseated, like women suffering from morning sickness.

"Yeah... finally... to the place..." The battalion commander of the 1st Battalion, who was in charge of the landing command, had just climbed ashore, and sat down among the group of officers with a sour bum: "next time this kind of thing, I'll give it to you." 2 or 3 groups..."

(End of this chapter)