If everyone is not an idiot, they know that summing up experience and lessons after failure and death threats will make people learn faster and better. Sometimes veterans will be very unwilling because their unique skills, even experience, will be learned and absorbed by their opponents bit by bit and eventually become a means to kill themselves.
This time, the British fought better than the clever ones. They scattered their formations and approached the German positions bit by bit. They didn’t rush to shout and then jumped up and charged, but crawled forward bit by bit to narrow the distance between the two sides.
Moreover, I learned a trick. The British intermediate commanders paid attention to the German machine gun positions on the two wings. They used heavy machine guns to suppress the shooting, but the carefully disguised positions were covered with white smoke. However, this tactic was obviously better. The German machine guns were forced to give up the more efficient two-wing suppression and returned to their own defense lines to wait for the British to attack fiercely.
As time went by, the British finally got close to a distance that was enough for them to give full play to their numerical superiority, so they really attacked. With the fierce fire of some light machine guns, the British infantry jumped up and stormed, and almost at the same time, the German soldiers roared with their spears and short guns. The two sides played with each other, and the flames produced by the explosion lit up the nearby days.
"chug! Chug! " If the assault rifle veteran in Bourroul’s hand happens to be a firefight distance of about 2 meters, it can be called a single soldier artifact. Although the recoil of this weapon is not small, the accuracy is excellent, especially the distance of 2 is very efficient.
Every time Bourroul taps the trigger, two rounds of bullets will be fired. When the p44 gun is fired, the bullets will jump slightly, which can generally hit the chest position of the opponent, causing a terrible lethality.
He kept aiming at his gun, looking for his target by shining a bullet, and hit one British soldier after another. The British soldiers played the bullet and a piece of dust splashed around Bourroul, but he turned a blind eye to where they aimed and then caught fire.
The light of the bullet hasn’t disappeared yet. Bourroul is surrounded by g43 fire. Donner saw with his own eyes that two German paratroopers were shot by British bullets in a foxhole not far away, screaming and falling back with blood and fog. Compared with the previous attack, the British obviously achieved certain results. They caused casualties to German paratroopers and really challenged their opponents’ defenses.
Anyone familiar with combat knows that you can’t retreat at this time. Retreating at this time is tantamount to giving your life to your opponent. There is almost no difference between suicide and veterans. Even if you retreat, you should beat back after this British attack.
Even though some British soldiers have touched the first row foxhole, the core part of the German defense line, the Germans still have no intention of retreating. They threw grenades to drive the British out of their fortifications, and the more fierce fire beat the British soldiers to their heads.
It seems that the British soldiers across the street have also been ordered to fight to the death. The British soldiers should have retreated a long time ago, and they have no intention of retreating. The war has entered the worst stage at midnight. The grenades of both sides are desperately fighting each other, and the soldiers of both armies have already torn together.
"bayonet!" He gave orders to Donalda around him, and then Borrell threw the last Grenade in his hand. Not far away, several British soldiers were blown over by the explosion. air billow screamed and made the silent night seem very noisy.
The third bullet flew to the sky. Bourroul took up his weapon and aimed at a British soldier who was throwing grenades not far away. As the gun rang, the man’s arm was smashed into two grenades, and he fell into a foxhole occupied by the British with his palm and half an arm. Then the explosion sent five or six British soldiers inside to hell.
Before he came back, a British soldier shouted and jumped into the foxhole between Boror and Donner. Donner was startled with a rifle and quickly met the British soldier with a bayonet. Obviously, the level of bayonet fighting was not so good. Donner, a new paratrooper, was not a master. Both of them looked at each other’s guns and shook their knives without daring to step forward.
"chug!" Borol is not a gentleman. He immediately shot the British soldier who might want to fight fairly, and then without looking, Donna found a direction to continue the fire.
Yelled at the fire, "don’t cover my side in a daze!" If you don’t move again, I’ll kill you first! "
"yes! Sir! " Donna took up his rifle and looked at his feet. The body, which was still twitching, swallowed a mouthful.
When another Englishman tried to pounce, Donna naturally shot him in the chest. Suddenly, he felt that he was no longer afraid or hesitant to become a complete killer-but it felt really good to pull the trigger and continue breathing.
Bourroul returned the magazine at this time and bent down to pick up the last magazine and dropped it. Enfield’s rifle set up beside the foxhole and then went to the ground to continue the fire. He couldn’t remember how many people he had killed tonight, until one after another.
Cover for him. New recruit William? Donna doesn’t know how many people he has killed, because just around their foxhole, there are the bodies of 35 British soldiers lying around.
The second British soldier who rushed into the foxhole was stabbed to death by Donner’s bayonet, and the blood sprayed from the bayonet spilled on his face and Bourroul’s face. By this time, Bourroul had already played all his bullets, and his British rifle was sticking to the front of the position until his arm was pierced by a bullet.
The day is still not bright, and Li has not come. The Germans are still holding their ground, and the British are still not getting the results they want. Many things are different as expected, but no one expected the loss to be so great.
When the British retreated, Borl lay in his foxhole with his breath left. Donner sat there with his rifle in his hand, and his face was dried, splashed and splashed. I don’t know how many layers it was.
When platoon leader 1 found Bourroul with several soldiers, he didn’t know how heavy his company’s losses were. There were no living people in platoon 2, and there were only three soldiers left in platoon 1 and platoon 3, almost all of whom were wounded.
When he set off the plane, he was a paratrooper with a total of 123 soldiers. Now he has 32 left. He knows and remembers soldiers with no names for so many years. Such a night with almost no end in sight has become a historical dust. No one can remember these poor people who left their hometown and gave their lives. Even in history, it will only be an impressive casualty figure.
"Retreat" Bourroul fainted when he said this, and these scarred German paratroopers left them in silence and held their positions for more than half a night.
These people faltered so slowly and indifferently that they returned to the place where they started in the evening, and on both sides of them were the second defensive position of the German paratroopers, which was another paratroopers company, another insurmountable mountain and a real Great Wall of blood.
At 2: 15 in the morning, the British barely saw their target Bittown. After more than nine soldiers were killed or injured, they realized that blocking here was not a speculation about a battalion of German soldiers, but a disgruntled German paratroopers. Only then did the British know what kind of troops they were fighting, and only then did they really realize how far they were from the coast.
The German soldiers took the land inch by inch with their blood. If they want to get it back, they naturally have to pay more blood inch by inch. This is the reason of German paratroopers. This is the reason of Germans. This is the head of state arcado? Rudolph truth
No one will give up when fighting for life and death. The two sides will continue to fight for every inch of land. The actual control area of the German landing force was compressed by the British counterattack force for a whole circle, but the British did not see the beautiful coastline.
The morning has finally arrived, and the sunrise has brought several hopes to the world. The new German bomber group has appeared on time in the distant horizon. The second wave of landing troops in Rotterdam port is slowly leaving the port with the aircraft carrier, and another round of new fighting is about to begin.
Chapter 416 416 The cutest person
When Borrell opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and the German bombers scattered in the sky, which brought him a sense of Bianchi. Donner sat next to him with that bloody g43 rifle, and his face was tired.
"Where is this?" Although Bourroul couldn’t bear it, he still asked that his lips were a little dry and cracked when he spoke.
Donner, who was sleepy, immediately woke up. "Are you awake? This is Buckton Hospital, from which we were ordered to take a boat back to Holland for rest and supplement. "
It is said that the hospital is just building open-air beds on the roadside. Although it is simple, it is much better than the front environment. Not far away, one after another, leopard tanks are moving forward. Two armored divisions of the 2 nd Armored Army have landed in most of the British. It seems that the good days are coming to an end.
It was not only the German armored forces that landed, but also tens of millions of German soldiers carrying luggage and ammunition. These soldiers lined up in a neat phalanx from the dock, singing military songs and marching forward with neat steps. They will take over the defense line from the German paratroopers who suffered heavy losses and then continue to attack the predetermined target.
At the end of the wounded hospital bed, there is a table with a big tree and a radio. Obviously, this little detail is to relax the wounded soldiers. At this moment, the German head of state is giving another speech on the radio.
Accompanied by the rustling sound of arcado, the wounded soldiers rejoiced. "Poland, you swept away the empire of annihilation and won the respect of the world! Holland, you are invincible, and the emperor should be down a peg or two! Belgium and France, you are victorious and make every German people proud! "
"I went to the front line to know how much you have paid, and we also shed blood and sacrificed, and we were also wounded … but we Germans, the best nation in the world, are still afraid to go forward!"
"The soldiers at the front line gave their lives to make the motherland strong, but your soul and your spirit will always shine on the Third Reich!"
"I know many people worship you. I think the Fuehrer led the German people to victory. I am very responsible for telling everyone here that I admire you more! It was you who gave me the courage to face the world powers, your patriotism inspired me, and your dedication and dedication made Germany stand tall among the world powers! Don’t be modest. You are the pride of the Third Reich! "
"The workers in those factories worked overtime until late at night, and your hard work gave our soldiers guns, ammunition, cars and steel; Those farmers who worked hard in the farmland, you fed the German people; And those brave soldiers on the front line, you make the rear of the empire stable-you are the future of Germany, the pride of Germany and the loveliest people in Germany! "
"Some people talk and some people die." Bourroul smiled bitterly. "Balu, do you think people who die like this are happier or the Fuehrer is happier on this radio?"
After he asked, he was stunned and then a little embarrassed. He looked at him at a loss and Donna was embarrassed to apologize. "I’m sorry, I’m used to it."
"No," Donna said with a smile, scratching his head. "Everyone who is not injured is allowed to take a hot bath in the bathhouse over there. Can I go? About ten minutes can come back … "
"Of course, I don’t have this blessing." Bourroul pointed to the arm gauze and said to Donna with a smile. "My name is Bourroul … nice to meet you."
"Donna William? The young man Donald smiled and ran to the corner at the end of the street with a satisfied face.
In the morning, one after another navy Stuka whizzed past the huge bomb on the wing, which made people shudder at a glance. After a long night of silence, the German army was dissatisfied with the opponent’s provocation and was ordered to deal a heavier blow to the British. In the higher sky, fw19d fighters kept circling to tear up the unauthorized aircraft in this area. These killers made the British troops unable to move during the day and greatly delayed the British team’s counterattack.
A second lieutenant officer came up to Boror, his hands in his pants pockets seemed a little casual and sloppy. He tilted his head and looked at Donna, the bathing place, and then looked at Bourroul with a smile.
"Hello, I’m sorry to disturb you. I just landed and waited for my tank. Can we chat if you don’t mind?" The second lieutenant was friendly enough to sit in the chair beside Bourroul’s bed, and he didn’t think his face was covered with Donner’s ass dust.
Bourroul noticed this detail. From this point, we can see that this second lieutenant is an officer who has been through the battlefield. After experiencing life and death, people will turn a blind eye to the dust after experiencing the complete chaos and filth.
"Of course not. You are the 2nd Panzer Corps?" Bourroul took out a cigarette from his pocket and motioned for the second lieutenant to draw one.
"Just transferred to the 2nd Panzer Corps, I heard that skilled tank crews were needed here, so I came with my friends." The second lieutenant pointed to his rank and said with some regrets, "They were all lieutenants, but now they have become second lieutenants. I used to teach the 1st company in the 51st heavy tank destroyer battalion."
The second lieutenant casually introduced his former army corps. Because this unique corps is not public, even in armored units, it is not surprising that paratroopers Bourroul is ignorant. Who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion once had a military parade and pointed to the viewing platform? Who would have thought that this heavy tank destroyer battalion would produce so many hot ace tanks in the future?
"Tank conductor? Or lieutenant? You and a guy I know are really alike. "Bourroul suddenly remembered Ryan for some reason. He consciously looked at each other’s neckline and found a knight’s iron cross there."
"Do you know our company commander?" Lieutenant obviously interested in this topic "call Ryan? Hud, that one? He’s really good, but I’m not bad. I’ll just come here and surpass him … You’re lucky to meet two of the world’s best tank captains. Hello, introduce yourself again. My name is Mitchell-the number one ace in tank warfare in the future? Wei Teman "
Who would have thought that the world is so small? You can find a common topic for a long time when you meet a chat person by the roadside. Bourroul nodded with a smile. "It seems that guy is not bad now. It’s so good that you can come to Britain and let those British people taste the German tanks!"