I Became Stalin?! - Chapter 201:

Chapter 201

“Execute them on the spot. Do it now!”

“Yes, sir!”

Bang! Bang!

The short gunshots echoed in the silent city.

The ‘suicide squad’ left in the slums were all ready to die for their country’s independence. If they could bring liberation to this land with their burning bodies!

With that determination, the independence fighters stormed the core facilities such as the airport and the headquarters with a few guns and grenades in their hands.

Sometimes they achieved some minor victories, but most of them were torn apart by the facility’s defense. Nevertheless, the independence fighters were proud.

“Let go of me! You bastards, you sons of bitches!”

“Drag them out!”

The survivors among the corpses of their comrades were dragged out like dogs by the allied forces.

Some had broken limbs dangling, some had bloody hair and limbs smeared in the mud.

“Spit, you’re worse than dogs.”

But they still laughed and mocked the soldiers as the imperialists’ dogs.

The soldiers pulled out the guerrillas with stern faces.

The ‘rebels with illegal weapons’ were executed without trial.

Some were dragged to the interrogation rooms deep underground, but those who refused to confess were dragged out again, bloody, and taken to the wall with bullet holes along with their comrades.

The officers called it the ‘wall of lamentation’ unofficially. The soldiers called it the ‘slaughterhouse’. They shouted in front of it.

“Imperialism is a paper tiger! You will drown in the sea of the people!”

“I may die, but the liberation of my country will come. It will come!”

“That bastard, didn’t you tell him to gag him?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

The security police chief couldn’t stand the ‘prisoners’ leaving their last words one by one.

After he yelled at them, the condemned prisoners couldn’t scream anymore.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

Their mouths were gagged, their hands were tightly bound, and they hung helplessly from the hooks on the wall. The firing squad aimed their guns at them.

“I… I can’t do this!”

“What?”

A young soldier, pale as a ghost, dropped his gun and knelt down, trembling.

“Are you disobeying orders? You son of a bitch…”

“Sir, please. This kid is a new recruit… His unit was wiped out yesterday. Please, please have mercy.”

An older soldier, who looked experienced, ran to the police officer who was about to shout and begged for leniency.

The recruit who refused to fire sat down and shivered.

The other soldiers didn’t look much better. The police officer clicked his tongue.

“Not to mention serving the country with a spirit of self-sacrifice…”

He walked to the wall, stained with dark red blood.

There were six prisoners. His revolver had six bullets.

“Are you scared? Are you scared, huh?!”

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

One of the prisoners fell limp, blood spattering from his temple.

The soldiers looked at the officer, who pointed his smoking gun at the sky, with horror.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his arms and police uniform pants covered in blood. But he didn’t care.

“Are you… are you crazy?”

“He might as well be… His family is all dead…”

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and another prisoner fell limp.

Bang, bang, bang.

He walked slowly, pressing his gun to the prisoners’ temples and pulling the trigger.

Three gunshots and three prisoners. More and more blood soaked his clothes, arms, and face. But he didn’t care. He walked to the next prisoner.

“Ha! You dog!”

He saw the face of the last prisoner and kicked him in the stomach with clenched teeth.

The guerrilla opened his half-closed, swollen eyes and looked up to see who it was. He burst into laughter with his mouth gagged.

“Ugh… ugh!”

The police chief, whose eyes were bloodshot, also gritted his teeth and tore off the guerrilla’s gag with his rough hand. As soon as the gag was removed, the guerrilla spat on the chief’s shoe through the gap of his broken teeth.

“You bastards must have gone to hell. Huhuhuahaha!!”

“It’s my turn to send you to hell.”

The police chief checked that the last bullet was loaded and clicked his gun to the guerrilla’s head.

His family had all been killed in a terrorist attack on the local police station, except for him. Of course, there was no end to the grudge between him and the guerrillas, who he had been relentlessly hunting down and executing.

“Hell? You may think this is heaven, but for us, it’s…”

Bang! With the last gunshot, the final guerrilla became a limp corpse.

Fresh, hot blood splashed on my face, but I still trembled and glared at the body. The soldiers were also powerless and could only watch the execution.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and clean this up!”

“Yes! Yes!”

The soldiers, as if struck by lightning, dragged the bloody guerrillas away by his orders.

They would probably bury him somewhere, or cremate him and scatter his ashes mixed with garbage on the landfill.

The trembling recruit was pulled out by other soldiers who came to comfort him. The officer ordered him to stay up all night in the ward, to prevent him from committing suicide.

The superiors, who had seen several suicide cases, tried to deal with the ‘shell shock’ by squeezing the officer.

It was a relief that the guerrillas didn’t have shell shock, since they didn’t fire shells.

That’s how the war in the jungle went on.

“Those damn Toins… They think they can attack us just because they have some weapons…”

Whether the soldiers behind me aimed their guns at my head, or exploded by stepping on a mine in front of me, the allies were advancing anyway.

The Netherlands was determined not to lose its last colony, and claimed that the only way to reverse the high opposition from its citizens was to achieve a complete victory. It had mobilized an additional 40,000 troops to suppress the rebellion.

Britain also feared the spread of unrest to its Channel and Indian colonies, and deployed more troops to the front.

In the face of the relentless onslaught of the allied forces, the defense line was bound to crack eventually.

The Indonesian independence army, which could not use sophisticated defensive strategies like the elite officers, retreated step by step.

Of course, they also succeeded in launching powerful counterattacks in some places.

“Load the high-explosive shell! Fire!”

Bang! The heavy cannon of the Buedeney tank spewed fire, and the British Crusader tank exploded in a huge blast.

The tank crew cheered every time an enemy tank was destroyed.

They were getting used to the one-sided performance of the Buedeney medium tank, but it was always refreshing to strike a blow to the imperialists who crushed the colonists with their overwhelming weapons.

The 100mm tank gun, which was designed to counter the German medium tanks, was almost overkill for the early tanks like the Crusader or the Matilda. Even with high-explosive shells, not armor-piercing ones, most of the British tanks were either penetrated or had their tracks ripped off by direct hits.

On the other hand, the Crusader’s 40mm, 2-pounder tank gun could not properly deal with the Buedeney tank.

“Why doesn’t it penetrate even when it hits?”

“I, I don’t know…”

The British tankers cheered when they hit the Buedeney with their best shots, but they were shocked to see the mighty medium tank that didn’t budge.

Just like the Germans, who entered the World War with the 3rd and 4th tanks, were shocked by the Soviet medium tanks and fell into the KV shock, the British fell into the ‘Buedeney shock’ when they saw the Buedeney.

“Damn, it’s so powerful…”

It was even more shocking for them, who had not received proper training and did not know how to use the ‘tea time angle’ technique.

Instead of hitting the front of the tank vertically, if they slightly bent the angle to the ‘2 o’clock direction’, that is, pointing to the tea time, the shell would have a higher chance of bouncing off and missing.

But the soldiers, who were only taught how to drive a tank and shoot a shell for a few months and then sent to the battlefield, did not know such advanced content.

There were no veterans to teach them, either.

In the end, to take down the Buedeney, they had to bring in the scarce ‘medium artillery’ and concentrate on the indirect fire, or call in the air force and bomb them, but the allied forces did not receive enough support to do so.

So they decided to use a different method, not the one they learned from the Americans.

“You… you want me to go there?”

“Yes! If you do that, your family will receive a huge reward!”

The skinny native man looked anxiously at the heavy tank of the independence army, the Dutch officer who smiled hypocritically, and the interpreter.

There was a rather heavy box on his foot. The Dutch officer took out his wallet from his waist and opened it when the man hesitated.

“Look! Do you see the money? This money will go to your family! Money! Interpreter, translate!”

“Uh, um, this money is yours. There, if you break that tank…”

The box on his foot was a bundle of explosives.

Even a medium tank was vulnerable in places like the bottom or the engine room. If they threw a bomb there, they could destroy the tank.

The British and Dutch forces had learned this ‘valuable’ lesson from the battles with the Japanese. When the Sherman tanks appeared, they managed to destroy one or two of them with banzai charges or suicide attacks, and especially in this dense jungle, they worked better.

Of course, most of them failed miserably, and were torn apart by the tank’s machine gun or the infantry’s fire. And so the British and Dutch officers did not want to give such orders to their subordinates.

They knew it was obvious that they would be protested. Instead, they found a good ‘substitute’.

“…”

The man had one arm missing. He knew he couldn’t feed his wife and children with this crippled body. He wasn’t stupid enough to not know that he would surely die, even though they spoke with such nice faces.

The white men with pale faces who thought the Toins were all stupid and greedy wouldn’t know.

Anyway, he finally picked up the bundle of explosives.

“Please deliver the money to my family even if I die. If you leave them to starve to death, I will curse you even after death.”

“Oh yes, of course! Hurry, hurry up!”

The interpreter nodded and urged the man.

The man picked up the bundle of explosives with his intact left arm and put it on his shoulder. He looked back anxiously and ran forward through the bushes.

Towards the 50-ton monster that scattered explosives and steel.

“What are you going to do?”

“Why are you giving me my money? Just show some sincerity from the public fund. You couldn’t even break it. Where are more Toins?”

The officer spat out and shoved his wallet back into his waist nervously.

The Japanese bastards succeeded a few times, but somehow the Toins didn’t seem to have any of them who knew how to blow up a tank properly.

The officer spat on the ground, remembering that he had to request more ‘civilian project funds’ from the superiors.