"Wang Wei yu stood unaware that the counterattack was imminent.
For him, regardless of when the Germans launched their counterattack, it was all the same. Their fate was nothing but fighting to the last moment.
Although he didn't know what the British were thinking, the disastrous defeat of the Prince of Wales's Own Regiment would undoubtedly enrage the British.
The siege would begin soon!
Guo Yunfeng seemed a bit 'greedy'; he picked up two Lee-Enfield rifles and collected a large pile of bullets. It seemed like he vaguely sensed that fierce battles would soon erupt.
Wang Wei yu smiled. Without the support of tanks, what use were all these rifles and bullets? Could they really defeat enemies many times their number with just the strength of two people?
Glancing into the distance, Wang Wei pointed ahead. 'Sidao, let's go. We'll engage in guerrilla warfare against the British!'
The two men who had caused chaos in the heart of the British forces soon disappeared into the battlefield.
Only the huge German flag still fluttered in the wind, as if mocking the imminent arrival of the British..."
Major Smythe stared grimly at everything before him, unable to believe that even the Welsh Infantry Regiment had been routed.
These damn militia, they've truly brought shame upon the British Empire!
And then there's the Prince of Souburg's Own Regiment, weren't they supposed to be elite? How could such elites be so easily defeated?
From the intelligence received, the enemy's forces were definitely not numerous, maybe just a few individuals, but what was truly terrifying was the sudden appearance of three tanks on the battlefield.
According to Major John, these three tanks were terrifying to the extreme, their machine gun fire was utterly devastating. And that was what worried Major Smythe the most.
Could it be that the Germans have invented a new type of tank? If so, this could have unforeseeable consequences for the war.
"Increase the search efforts, we must find these damn Germans!" Major Smythe said in frustration.
Up until now, he steadfastly believed that they were "the enemy".
"We've dispatched over a dozen search teams, we believe we'll find them soon," said his adjutant Ronnie as he approached. "Sir, representatives from MI6 are here."
"MI6?" Major Smythe's expression turned serious. "Let them in."
Before the outbreak of World War I, Germany was intensively preparing for war and sent waves of spies to Britain. However, the British political and intelligence establishments were indifferent. Some knowledgeable individuals recognized that war was inevitable and urged the establishment of a new military intelligence organization. This proposal was approved, and in August 1909, based on the original Secret Service Bureau, the new intelligence agency - the Secret Intelligence Service - officially emerged. The agency was divided into two main parts: the Security Service, responsible for domestic security and counter-espionage work, and the Secret Intelligence Service, responsible for overseas espionage work. Because these two departments were part of the War Office's Section V and Section VI, they were also known as MI5 and MI6 respectively.
Corporal Lev from MI6 arrived. As soon as he saw the general, Lev got straight to the point: "General, I need a few men to accompany me to intercept some intelligence. We have a spy in the German Second Army who has gathered reliable information for us, specifically about that young German."
Upon hearing this, Major Smythe immediately focused his attention, and Lev's expression became even more solemn:
"That's one of our top spies. When he transmits the information, perhaps we can uncover some of the Germans' secrets."
"Very well, Corporal. I'll cooperate with you," Major Smythe nodded. "Where's the rendezvous point?"
A map was brought over, and following Lev's direction, Major Smythe furrowed his brow. "That's near the German border."
"Yes," Corporal Lev nodded. "He can only reach that place. He's deeply hidden among the Germans, so he can't stray too far, or it'll increase the risk of exposure."
Major Smythe pondered carefully for a moment. "Ronnie, find a few men to assist the corporal. Make sure to bring back that intelligence."
Things had taken a turn now. If they could uncover the Germans' secrets, it would undoubtedly be greatly beneficial to the British in future battles.
"General, we've located the Germans' whereabouts!"
At that moment, a huge piece of good news stirred Major Smythe. "What's happening?"
"One of our patrols has encountered the Germans. They're currently engaged in a firefight. We've lost three men, but the Germans are also temporarily pinned down."
"And the tanks? Have you spotted the German tanks?" Major Smythe asked, his most pressing concern.
"No tanks have been spotted."
Major Smythe furrowed his brow. Where are the tanks? Didn't they intercept the Germans?
But at the moment, all speculation was meaningless. Major Smythe quickly made a decision: "Send Lieutenant Conk with a detachment. Remember, bring me one alive."
"Yes, sir!"
...
The ones who got intercepted were indeed Wang Weiyu and Guo Yunfeng, which was quite coincidental.
Everything was going smoothly originally, but who would have thought that a patrol of newly rotated British troops happened to pass by here, and coincidentally ran into Wang Weiya and Guo Yunfeng face to face.
Without any hesitation, Wang Weiya sprayed bullets out, bringing down one of them on the spot, thus triggering an ambush with no preparation.
The patrol consisted of about ten people, but relying on his sharp observation, Wang Weiya quickly found a secure hiding spot. Leveraging the power of the submachine gun, he successively killed two British soldiers.
However, it was apparent that they were temporarily unable to break free...
The firefight was extremely intense, with the opposing patrol unable to pose a threat to Wang Weiyu. But what worried him the most was whether the British would send reinforcements.
Guo Yunfeng remained silent, focusing only on pulling the trigger of his rifle. Compared to the submachine gun, he seemed more inclined to use the rifle.
A British soldier cautiously stuck his head out, but little did he know that a black gun barrel had long been aimed at him.
"With a 'pop', the British soldier fell to the ground.
This caused his comrades to pale in shock.
"Nice shooting!" Wang Weiya exclaimed loudly, spraying bullets out and causing dust and gravel to fly everywhere. He firmly suppressed the British soldiers.
However, what Wang Weiyu had feared most happened soon after:"