Chapter 838 Attack

The news of the riot in the United States quickly spread to the Soviet Union.

"Comrade Stalin, I just received news that a riot broke out in Detroit, Michigan, USA!" Beria came to Stalin's office and reported the matter.

"Oh?" Stalin, who was reviewing documents, heard the news, put down his pen, and said in confusion. "Does this have anything to do with us?" Although his body had not yet fully recovered, at this critical moment of life and death for the country, Stalin naturally refused to waste time in bed, and resumed work despite the doctor's advice.

Beria replied cautiously. "I heard that the mastermind behind this riot is the XX party in the United States."

"What?!" Stalin was shocked. The whole world knew that the XX party in various countries was a branch of the Third International, and the Third International was founded by Lenin and headquartered in Moscow. The current supreme leader is naturally Stalin. "Are they crazy?! What do they want to do?!" They actually launched a riot at this critical moment? Isn't this deliberately destroying the relationship between the Soviet Union and the United States? Will the Americans suspect that it was his order? "Issue a notice immediately and ask them to stop this stupid behavior immediately." Beria wiped the sweat from his face. "Comrade Stalin, I'm afraid it's too late. President Wilkie has ordered the arrest of all members of the XX Party in the United States." "This bunch of idiots!" Stalin cursed angrily, and it was unclear whether he was cursing the XX Party in the United States or President Wilkie. "Did the Americans suppress the riots?" "I heard that the riots at the beginning caused a lot of casualties to the local police. Then the governor of Michigan sent out the National Guard, but they also suffered heavy casualties. The Americans have sent out regular troops." "These people are so powerful?" He thought it was an ordinary working class riot. How come even the National Guard was repelled? Frowning and thinking for a while, Stalin spoke. "Send a telegram to President Wilkie in my name, stating that this matter has nothing to do with us, and someone must be interfering. Uh, the Germans, yes, this must be a German conspiracy! As for the arrested comrades, don't mention it for now, and talk about it later."

"Yes!"

The U.S. military sent two companies of paratroopers to the Detroit City Hall to rescue the hostages, but they were caught off guard by the fireworks on the ground. Many paratroopers lost the support of their parachutes and fell directly from the sky to the ground. Their deaths were quite horrible. The remaining paratroopers also became live targets for the armed personnel on the ground, one shot at a time.

Looking at the sudden fireworks show in the city center in the distance, Major General Robert, the commander of the 71st Division assembled outside the city, frowned slightly.

The adjutant next to him was puzzled. "Are they attacking our paratroopers? Who came up with this?!"

"It seems that the operation to rescue the hostages has failed." With a sigh, Major General Robert issued an order to attack.

A small group of U.S. troops entered the city under the cover of armored vehicles.

Behind the window of a building, two white men were gesturing to the American soldiers who were cautiously advancing in the distance. One of the middle-aged men was holding a telescope, while the other was holding an M1903 Springfield sniper rifle. Although equipped with a scope, such bolt-action rifles during World War II were basically improved by selecting high-quality products from ordinary rifles, and the mechanism design was no different from ordinary rifles.

The man holding the Springfield sniper rifle decisively pulled the trigger, and with the sound of the gun, an American soldier in the distance fell to the ground.

This was considered to have stirred up a hornet's nest. After a few seconds, dense bullets were fired at this side. Fortunately, after firing a shot, the two quickly left the room, ran downstairs, and slipped out through the back door.

"Haha, these Americans are going to be unlucky."

"The superiors are really foresighted and came up with such a brilliant way to make trouble for the Americans."

On the other side, looking at the soldier who was obviously dead on the ground, the captain who led the team had a very ugly face. "Go in and search, arrest anyone suspicious! If there is resistance, kill without mercy!"

But when they passed the entrance of an alley, the captain felt his eyelids twitching non-stop, and subconsciously looked at the alley next to him, and saw a figure flashing at the end of the alley that was more than 20 meters long, with a round long stick on his shoulder pointing at this place.

"Bazooka!" The captain recognized what the guy was carrying on his shoulder at a glance, but before he finished speaking, the man had already pulled the trigger.

The rocket that was speeding in accurately hit the not-so-thick side armor of the M3 tank and exploded. The metal heat flow easily burned the armor, successfully drilled into the interior of the tank, and instantly detonated the tank. The shock wave of the explosion blew away the turret, and the crew inside was dead and could not die anymore. The American soldiers following closely behind the tank were also killed and injured.

"Quick! Chase!" The captain, who was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion, gave an order in a rage. A group of soldiers rushed into the alley and chased to the corner of the alley. They suddenly saw several black muzzles on the opposite side pointing at this place.

Bang, bang, bang!

These Thompson submachine guns are equipped with huge drums with a capacity of 100 rounds. The rate of fire is as high as 1,500 rounds per minute. The 100-round drum is used up in 4 seconds. Under such a dense rain of bullets, the swarming American soldiers fell down like mowing grass before they had time to react. When the soldiers behind them rushed over, the thugs had already disappeared. Looking at the dozen entities on the ground, the captain was almost crying.

Listening to the reports of casualties, Major General Robert frowned deeply. These were not ordinary thugs, they were even more regular than the regular army. "They actually have bazookas! How did these things fall into their hands?!"

The adjutant next to him scratched his head. "These weapons should have flowed into the black market."

"Do these bastards dare to buy and sell anything?!"

The adjutant smiled bitterly. "Isn't that the black market? As long as you can afford the price, you can get even the president's life. And this kind of bazooka rocket can't deal with German tanks. Even the Soviets don't like it. It can only be piled up in the arsenal. Maybe some guy who manages logistics secretly took it out and sold it on the black market."

"Can't deal with German tanks? Now it's good, it blows up our own tanks one by one!" Major General Robert gnashed his teeth in hatred. "These bastards are just a bunch of scum! Borers!!" Unfortunately, no matter how much he cursed, the battle had to continue. Without knowing how many powerful weapons such as bazookas the enemy had, they could only be more cautious and advance step by step.

In this way, they could not advance even 100 meters throughout the day.