Chapter 835: Attacked
Under the cover of tanks, the National Guard entered the city again.
After a while, one of the teams saw two military trucks that had been blown up in front of them. The soldiers on the trucks had been burned to charcoal, and there were several bodies lying around the jeep not far away. These people were shot into sieves and could not die any more.
"These bastards!" Seeing the miserable state of their comrades, the soldiers gnashed their teeth in hatred. The captain who led the team grabbed a handful of shells from the ground, all of which were 43mm bullet shells. "It looks like a Thompson submachine gun, these damn thugs! Where did they get so many Thompson submachine guns?" As mentioned earlier, the Thompson submachine gun is deeply loved by American gangs, and naturally it is also hated by ordinary people. Faced with the constant complaints and protests of the intolerable public, the US Congress passed the National Gun Control Act in 1934, requiring that every firearm must be registered, and the owner of the gun must be approved and pay a transfer tax of $200. In fact, this bill is aimed at deadly weapons like the Thompson. Therefore, after the bill was introduced, the sales of Thompson submachine guns to the civilian market almost stopped completely. Looking at the shells scattered on the ground, at least four or five submachine guns fired at the same time. And the attack did not happen only in this place, which means that these thugs have at least 100 submachine guns, which is not a small number. He thinks that this riot is either premeditated or manipulated by some forces behind the scenes.
However, these problems are not considered by his little captain. His current task is to eliminate these thugs. "Move these bodies away." The street is not very wide. If these bodies are not moved away, they will definitely be crushed by tank tracks.
Several soldiers stepped forward to move the entity away, but just as they lifted one of the bodies, grunt, several grenades rolled out from under the body. They were MARK II grenades commonly equipped by the US military. The killing radius of this grenade is 5-10 meters, but the shrapnel can kill up to 50 meters. Since the generally accepted throwing distance is 35-40 meters, soldiers are required to lie down after throwing the grenade until it explodes.
Now there are six or seven grenades rolling out from under the corpse, which exploded with a bang. Several soldiers who were carrying the corpse were blown into pieces before they could react. The shock wave swept around with fragments, and the fragments hit the tank armor not far away, making a clanging sound. The commander who stretched out half of his body from the tank had no time to retract, but felt a pain in his chest. A fragment pierced deeply into his left chest, and the whole person fell down powerlessly.
"Oh my God!" The captain and the other soldiers who had escaped the fragment attack were stunned by the bloody and miserable scene in front of them. Although they had received the same training as the army, they had never been on the battlefield and had never encountered such a tragic scene. Many people even vomited on the spot.
After a long while, the captain came to his senses and asked the radio operator in the tank to notify the command center. "Command, command, we were ambushed. These thugs set booby traps under the bodies. We suffered heavy casualties!"
"What?!" The commander was shocked. These were not thugs. This was clearly a regular army battle!
He was about to tell other teams not to move the bodies at will, but news of the teams encountering booby traps came one after another. In a short moment, more than 100 people were killed and wounded.
The soldiers did not dare to move around. They looked around vigilantly, but saw many black people in the buildings near and far reaching out from the windows and making quite indecent gestures to them.
"These damn niggers!"
As early as 1619, when the first batch of black slaves were sold into the North American continent, racial discrimination against blacks appeared in American society. Although slavery was abolished during the Civil War, many southern states still wanted to retain slavery. Until Lincoln abolished slavery, American whites could only continue black slavery in the form of black racial segregation policies to make blacks understand that they were inferior. By the eve of World War I, racial discrimination against blacks by white Americans had penetrated every corner of American society. Racial segregation policies discriminating against blacks were implemented in churches, schools, libraries, public transportation, waiting rooms, telephone booths, theaters, restaurants, parks, marriages, housing and other aspects of social life.
Even in the military, this discrimination has never disappeared. The history of blacks joining the US military can be traced back to the War of Independence. It was not until the American Civil War, which was marked by the "liberation of black slaves", that the US Army officially formed African-American troops, but insisted on racial segregation policies. Blacks and whites were separated and commanded by white officers. The treatment of black soldiers was much lower than that of whites, and they were discriminated against. This situation did not change much until World War II. Few blacks can enroll in non-commissioned officer schools, so even if blacks serve in the army, they cannot become officers. Moreover, the training programs for blacks are at least one-third less than those for whites, so when they join the army, these people are cannon fodder, or do things that white people are unwilling to do. For example, cooks, or manage logistics, do odd jobs, etc.
Before World War II, the U.S. Army had only four African-American regiments, namely the 24th and 25th Infantry Regiments and the 9th and 10th Cavalry Regiments, with a total of less than 5,000 people. There are also African-American troops in the National Guard of each state, and their numbers all have the suffix "Colored" to indicate people of color. In October 1940, Benjamin Oliver Davis was promoted to brigadier general, becoming the first African-American general officer in U.S. military history. He was also the only black general until the end of World War II. His duty was to assist the U.S. military's senior leaders in leading African-American troops. Once, Davis, who was still a colonel, met several white soldiers on the road, but the soldiers passed by him without paying any attention to him, let alone the proper salute. If officers were like this, one can imagine the general resistance of the army to black soldiers.
The riot was instigated by these blacks, causing heavy casualties to their comrades. Now seeing these guys still provoking them without knowing whether to live or die, many soldiers gritted their teeth and tightly grasped their rifles. One soldier even raised his Springfield rifle and pulled the trigger at the building not far away.
Bang!
The bullet hit the wall next to one of the windows, scaring several blacks who were watching the excitement around to hide in the house.
The captain shouted angrily. "Damn it! Smith, what are you doing, you bastard! Put down your gun!!"
The soldier named Smith said angrily. "Didn't you see that they provoked us?"
"It's not shooting at you..." Before he finished speaking, Smith suddenly staggered back a few steps, looked down at his chest that was gradually dyed red with difficulty, and fell on his back with a plop.
"Enemy attack!"