novelSusiti Chapter 108 Camel Cavalry vs. Royal Cavalry, German Sneak Attack on Haifa
Chapter 108 Camel Cavalry vs. Royal Cavalry, German Sneak Attack on Haifa
Chapter 108 Camel Cavalry vs. Royal Cavalry, German Sneak Attack on Haifa
To embolden the Iraqi prime minister, the young painter ordered Goring to send air support.
The German Air Force adopted the livery of the Iraqi Air Force.
Göring issued instructions from his office: "Attack the British Expeditionary Force."
After the order was given, Göring listened happily to the phonograph, "This is the Iraqi army, it has nothing to do with Germany."
It seems that men born for despicable acts have opened the door to a new world.
This approach is reasonable and consistent with Iraq's principle of neutrality.
Germany did not intervene.
"Those damn bastards."
"They thought we wouldn't recognize them if we changed our clothes."
A group of British pilots started swearing.
German Luftwaffe planes closed in instantly, their cannons flashing.
"Damn it, we're running low on fuel."
The British pilot extended warm greetings to all of the German's immediate female relatives.
The timing was perfect.
Bang bang bang bang!
The roar of machine guns echoed through the sky, and a Hurricane fighter jet, billowing black smoke in despair, plummeted downwards.
"Fuck you!" To make matters worse, another plane ran out of fuel. "Those shameless Germans!"
The pilot parachuted in frustration.
As the parachute opened, he glanced at his beloved airplane.
Bang bang bang!
The plane was hit by machine gun fire and was on fire.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
There is nowhere to retreat.
British pilots felt a sense of despair.
"Calling Helms, we are under attack by the Germans."
"What? What did you say?"
"We are being attacked by the Germans."
"That's impossible; Germany did not intervene in Iraq."
The captain of the USS Helms was shocked by the news.
"These bastards changed the aircraft's paint scheme to resemble that of the Iraqi Air Force."
"Damn it!" the Royal Navy rear admiral cursed angrily. "Hold on, I'll send reinforcements immediately."
Blackburn Rovers on the HMS Helms began preparations.
However, this brief period of time became a nightmare for the air force.
With the addition of the Iraqi Air Force, the already small number of British aircraft were immediately put at a disadvantage.
Hundreds of planes in the sky resembled birds chasing each other, constantly spitting out tongues of fire.
The bullets fell, cratering the sandy ground and kicking up yellow dust.
boom!
As British aircraft ran out of fuel, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided affair.
"Bombing of British ground forces has begun."
After the German Luftwaffe finished annihilating the British Hurricane fighters, it immediately flew towards the vicinity of the port.
Large numbers of the Second Brigade of Gorkha and Assyrian infantry, who had landed, were carrying supplies.
Several armored vehicles were parked near the dock, with infantry guns placed nearby.
The sky suddenly darkened.
HE111 began horizontal bombing, and a large number of bombs fell from the sky.
The Ben Black, which had just taken off, was large, heavy, and not very maneuverable, and immediately became at a disadvantage when facing the pursuit of the BF110.
Shortly after takeoff, it was spotted by three German aircraft.
The sound of the machine gun was like thunder.
Accelerate, dive, and pull up—this maneuver is accompanied by a hail of bullets.
Bang bang bang!
The machine gun ripped open Ben Black's cockpit, the pilot was shot in the chest, and the cockpit was splattered with blood.
"Air defense! Air defense!" The Royal Navy rushed towards the anti-aircraft guns in a panic.
The ground forces were not so lucky.
The explosive force of the bomb blew away several valiant Gorkha infantrymen.
Bombs rained down from the sky.
With a deafening roar, an armored vehicle was engulfed in flames, and debris from the explosion scattered in all directions.
Three Assyrian auxiliary soldiers were torn apart by metal shards.
Explosions were heard all over the dock, reminding the Royal Navy sailors of Dunkirk not long ago.
"Those damned Germans are despicable."
Explosions continued to erupt at the Basra port. Soldiers of the 2nd Brigade, who had forced their way in, abandoned their heavy weapons and rushed toward the city. As soon as they entered Basra, they were surrounded by a large number of Iraqi police.
They hid in a corner, holding rifles.
The moment he saw the British, he immediately pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
Bullets came from all directions.
Although the Gorkha infantrymen who were attacked were fierce, they were not made of iron.
The bullets pierced their bodies and even hit people behind them.
"Those damn Iraqis."
The accompanying Indian 10th Division officers were shouting and cursing.
He didn't expect the Iraqis to launch a surprise attack, because the Royal Navy had sent out reconnaissance planes before the landing, but they hadn't found any troops.
But they didn't expect that the main ground force this time would not be the regular army but the police force.
"That's despicable."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door of a camel market warehouse opened, and two Italian light tanks drove out.
"These shameless Iraqis actually hid Italian tanks in a camel barn."
"Tanks, quick, we need tanks too!"
The Second Brigade, which had just landed, had very few heavy weapons, let alone individual anti-tank weapons.
I originally thought that with the navy and the air force that came to the rescue, dealing with the Iraqi army would be a piece of cake, but I never expected that this battle would completely exceed my expectations.
Iraqis easily drove Italian Fit light tanks into the city center of Basra.
This tank, smaller than a tractor, was inherently weak, commonly known as "iron-clad meat."
However, it looks incredibly cool in the narrow street environment.
It was small and could squeeze into any alleyway, as the two machine guns opened fire.
Groups of Assyrian soldiers were hit, their bodies riddled with holes.
"Run!"
Run? How can you run?
There were tanks and Iraqi police in front, and German air force behind.
The infantry of the 2nd Brigade were trapped in the streets between the docks and the city.
Bang bang bang!
A second-floor window of a residential building was open, and police officers in dark uniforms fired their rifles from above.
With German arms aid, Iraq heavily armed more than 9000 police officers.
These cops not only have decent Mauser 98Ks, but they also have machine guns.
Boom! The two armored vehicles were blown to pieces by the Junkers bomber.
Several Sikhs who were driving the vehicle were turned into charred remains.
Gunfire near the street grew louder and louder. Caught off guard, a Sikh infantryman was shot in the back while running and fell to the ground, his blood staining the dock.
"Good heavens!" a Sikh officer shouted, "Organize defenses, quickly, quickly organize defenses!"
The poor fighting ability of these British colonial troops was immediately apparent; they ran around in a panic, shouting and huddled together near the dock.
Bang bang bang!
The BF110 swooped down from the sky, its machine guns firing incessantly. Two streaks of fire stretched across the ground, severing the legs of the running Sikhs. Their thighs were severed, leaving them only able to crawl on the ground, their hands scrambling through the thickened blood, unable to move.
boom!
Three soldiers were hit by machine gun fire; two were broken in the waist, and one had half of his shoulder blown off.
Blood was spurting everywhere.
The infantrymen crowded on the dock fell in waves, like wheat being harvested.
The British Royal Navy ships anchored at the dock trembled at the sight of the hellish scene.
Why is this happening?
"Damn it, air defense!"
Five dive bombers swooped down from the sky, rapidly approaching with a whooshing sound and their anti-aircraft guns firing at them.
Boom! An anti-aircraft gun was destroyed, and several sailors were blown away.
The aircraft carrier's deck was hit precisely by a bomb, leaving a large crater.
"Mission accomplished, evacuate!"
After firing their bullets, the Air Force personnel quickly turned around, dusted themselves off, and left.
The captain of the aircraft carrier Helms watched the enemy in the sky depart, and when he turned around, all he saw was a devastated dock.
The Second Brigade suffered heavy losses upon landing.
The western desert region of Iraq.
A group of cavalrymen quickly advanced towards Baghdad.
This cavalry unit from the Palestinian 4th Cavalry Division in Haifa marched all the way with only one goal: to capture the Burenheims fortress in western Iraq before the Iraqis officially broke off relations.
This area was formerly the Habalia Air Base, which connects the airport to Palestine, facilitating subsequent support from Jordan's mechanized Arab brigades.
This was the last all-cavalry march in history. Wavell underestimated the Iraqi will to resist and overestimated the formidable deterrent power of the British Army.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and under the sunlight, the desert sea surged with huge waves, with sand spreading out like a giant tent behind the cavalry.
Strange horn sounds rang out from the sand dunes.
A tall caravan of camels appeared on the sand dunes, lined up in a row. The camels moved slowly, carrying Iraqis dressed in white robes with bullet belts on their shoulders. They covered their heads and faces, revealing only their resolute eyes.
The backpack on his back contained cold weapons with long handles sticking out.
Waaaaah!
The Iraqi cavalry officer in the middle blew his horn, while the soldiers beside him took out their rifles, loaded them, and coldly watched the British cavalry charging towards them.
In the desert, horses are naturally faster, but in the Middle East, camel riders are the mainstay, possessing better endurance and carrying capacity in the desert.
In addition to rifles and a large number of grenades, the cavalry also carried an Italian M1938A submachine gun.
They waited quietly for the English knights in the distance.
Looking at the camel cavalrymen with murderous intent on the sand dunes in the distance.
The 3rd Regiment of the 4th Cavalry Division, which belonged to the Royal Cavalry Regiment, saw that the approaching enemy was hostile and immediately drew his saber and swung it forward.
"charge."
The horses began to accelerate, and the British cavalrymen drew their short-barreled rifles from behind them, kicking the grooms as they raised their rifles.
"The arrogant English, how dare they charge!"
The camel cavalry officer raised his hand, and the soldiers beside him immediately raised their rifles.
Seeing the opposing team's formation compressed into a cone shape, the Iraqis showed no panic whatsoever.
They raised their rifles and quietly aimed. The Mauser 98K's barrel was too long for cavalry, but it was suitable for camels. At this moment, the longer range was the advantage of striking first.
The officer calculated the distance and swung his arm the instant the other party got close.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Although it was still a volley of gunfire, the Iraqis who occupied the higher ground launched the attack first.
The muzzle flashes appeared rhythmic, like undulating waves as the gun barrel was raised.
Pull back the bolt, aim again, and pull the trigger.
Two waves of bullets came, but the British cavalry continued their charge despite the bullets.
Bang! The bullet pierced his body, and the rider fell to the ground, trampled by the horses behind him.
The warhorse was hit, its body tilted, and it fell to the sand like a toppled domino, charging forward from behind, causing several cavalrymen to collide.
The cruelty of war far exceeded Sean's imagination.
Bang bang bang!
As they drew nearer, the British cavalrymen raised their rifles and began to return fire.
Woo woo woo.
The bugle sounded again.
The Iraqis put down their rifles and picked up the submachine guns hanging from their camels, uttering distinctive shouts.
The camel strode forward, charging towards the cavalrymen below the sand dune.
Bang bang bang bang!
The submachine guns opened fire instantly.
The British riders in the front row looked like they'd been hit by a hammer.
The sharp blade formation had its arrowheads broken.
Faced with overwhelming firepower, the British rider's body was riddled with holes.
The warhorses beneath them fared no better, falling to the ground one by one.
"Those damned Iraqis!" The commander of the Royal Cavalry Regiment's eyes were bloodshot. Because they were marching entirely on cavalry, they carried very little, not to mention heavy weapons, even supplies.
They mainly carried dry food and water.
They were instantly stunned when faced with the Iraqis who had switched guns.
What was most infuriating was that the camel cavalry regiment began their charge, blowing down clouds of sand from the high places.
This could be fatal for cavalry.
Sand got into their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, making it impossible for them to see clearly.
Only a small number of cavalry officers were equipped with goggles.
But the endless yellow sand did not diminish the Iraqis' fighting spirit in the slightest. They already covered their faces, and the camel's unique eye structure was more adapted to the desert environment than that of a horse.
As the sandstorm blew...
The Iraqis made strange noises and kept firing their submachine guns.
Camels may run slowly, but they are steady.
This is an overwhelming advantage for shooting.
After a brief exchange of fire, the British commander realized that his side had suffered heavy losses, with many dead on the ground.
As the two sides drew closer, the Iraqis even drew their sabers, which they habitually carried hanging from the humps of their camels.
The enemy also carried more weapons than the British, some even carrying a submachine gun in one hand and a saber in the other.
"Kill all these British people."
As the Iraqis shouted, many British cavalrymen felt their buttocks go numb; they had never suffered such a loss under normal circumstances.
Even the most uncultured people in the Middle East would bow to them when they saw them.
Now they actually dare to bite people.
*Thud*, the Iraqis, positioned on higher ground, had an easier time wielding their knives than the Iraqis.
The commander of the camel cavalry regiment slashed the British officer on the shoulder with his sword.
The blade ripped through the muscles in the opponent's shoulder.
Blood splattered all over his face.
"Ahhh!" The British lieutenant, clutching his wound and screaming, was violently knocked to the ground by the camel.
A horse's hoof stepped on his back.
Fresh blood gushed directly from the nasal cavity.
What began as rifle shooting has evolved into a primitive hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
The commander of the Royal Horse Guards pulled on the reins, yelled at the top of his lungs, and led his remaining troops in a retreat.
Seeing the corpses scattered on the ground, the Iraqis did not pursue, nor could they catch up. They turned and headed towards Blenheims Fortress.
Two battles in one day, both bringing bad news.
Upon receiving the telegram, Lieutenant General Wavell of the Middle East Command was completely flustered.
India's 2nd Brigade suffered heavy losses, the aircraft carrier INS Helms suffered deck damage and needed to return to Alexandria for repairs, and the vanguard of the 4th Cavalry Division was routed by Iraqi camel cavalry.
"Damn it. Urge the Jordanian mechanized brigade to reinforce immediately, and have the aircraft at Haifa prepare to airdrop ground troops. We must retake Habalia."
2:8 AM on August 24, 1940.
A group of over a hundred people appeared in the city of Haifa.
A group of people, their faces covered and carrying bags, followed the Jewish people who had come out to buy goods as they left the city.
They walked in small groups on the suburban roads and soon approached the 4th Cavalry Division's garrison.
"I heard they're not at full strength and have even sent reinforcements to support Iraq, so we'll leave this to our Sea Lion Commando."
Dietrich said in a low voice.
Adrian nodded slightly. "We're very close to Haifa Airport. I'll lead a hundred Fort Orning commandos to attack the airport."
"At 3:45, we'll act simultaneously, and detonate the explosives at 5:00," Dietrich calculated the time.
"it is good."
After the two finished speaking, they slowly parted ways, and the pedestrians on the road also secretly split into two groups.
No one expected that German special operations had reached such a ruthless level; they not only bombed Iraqi air bases.
Now they've set their sights on the Haifa Cavalry Division and the airfield.
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