Chapter 244: ready

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"So, I am now promoted to second lieutenant, and command this platoon?" Borol looked at the appointment letter and promotion documents sent by the camp, and there was no joy on his face. He has been here for a whole night, and he has gathered up a paratrooper platoon that was supposed to have 38 officers and soldiers. Now there are only 21.
In other words, the entire paratroopers were killed and missing, more than one third. Of the remaining 21 people, there are two wounded. One is because the parachute was opened by an antiaircraft gun. The landing speed was too fast and the foot was broken. The other person can fight, but his face is the same as the mummy.
Now he is appointed as the platoon leader, responsible for commanding his own strength of only 20 men, defending a defense line almost one kilometer wide and narrow. To be honest, he would rather give this errand to others, after all, this is not a good job.
In the congratulations of his men, Borol carried the mp-44 assault rifle he pulled from the body and walked out of the house with a cigarette in his hand. The good news is that he now has a Bofors 40mm caliber anti-aircraft gun, and he has also strengthened an iron fist anti-tank team from the battalion. Now he can use 22 troops, including a medical soldier.
As for why he was stepped up to give him an anti-tank team, that ’s very bad news: the Luftwaffe investigated the southwestern part of the Netherlands in the early hours of the morning and confirmed a very bad news. The road is open, and politics is heading towards the Valhavin area.
"The command of the division, set up a defensive position here to prevent the opposing troops from advancing for at least two hours." The officer who ordered the command followed Borol out: "Then you can retreat to the Williams Bridge and converge Paratroopers there continue to organize defenses. "
"20 paratroopers? Stop a French armored division here?" Borol looked at the officer and smiled. "If you can help me find some support, I might try."
"Support? We can't give you too much ... But you can talk about it, I will try to meet your requirements." The officer was stunned and said quickly.
"Help me find a tank, the SS III Panzer Division, No. 113." Borol took a photo from the pocket of his shirt. In the photo, a big freckled boy leaned on the No. 113 tank. She smiled shyly: "The captain is called Ren."
The paratrooper officer who came to order was stunned, and then he laughed: "OK! I'll go back and ask you, if their tank can be stuffed into the plane, I will definitely let them come here to help."
"Just kidding." Borol handed the officer a cigarette and helped to light the fire: "It's not our strong suit to fight armored divisions. I need anti-tank firepower. The more the better. The ammunition is enough for us to destroy the machine gun. Ammunition. "
"This should be no problem." The officer patted the white ash on Borol's shoulder and nodded. "I'll go back and let them send some over. If there is something good, I will try to get two pieces for you. "
After that, the officer got on a BMW motorcycle, put on goggles and caught fire, and drove along the highway in the direction of Valhavin.
"Baru! Call the second squad leader and have a meeting! Set the task." Borol shouted helplessly to his distant wielding gun: "Let your men check the Dutch weapons and try."
Baru was promoted to the squad leader of the first squad, and the former deputy squad replaced the second squad leader who was killed, and was appointed as the temporary commander of the second squad. Now it seems that the command establishment of the first squad is the best preserved, because the squad leader of the other two squads is killed in one, and the deputy squad of the other squad is killed.
At noon, Borol, who was eating hot soup and dark bread, finally waited for his supplies. To be honest, he really did not expect to have so many supplies and weapons to supplement him.
An artillery squad drove two Dutch civilian cars and pulled a 75mm light anti-tank gun to the village. They brought 20 anti-tank mines, 20 infantry mines, as well as a full 7,000 rounds of bullets and two boxes of grenades. Of course there are canned luncheon meat and hard brown bread.
"Lieutenant Borol?" The commander of the artillery squad is a sergeant, and his face with a big beard does not look young: "I am instructed to support you. The mission has been changed above, we must stay here for at least 3 hours, after To retreat. "
Borol touched his nose, and he knew it was impossible to drop a pie in the sky. He was given more supple goods than he had imagined, and he will be given a more difficult task.
"Did you lose by lot, or did you hit your boss?" Borol took a breath and spit a smoke ring with his head down, asking with some ridicule: "Sent to perform such a ghost task."
He made a half-turn around the light anti-tank gun and reached out to pat on the barrel. In order to accompany the airborne soldiers with enemy missions, this artillery did everything possible to reduce the weight-no artillery shields, the direction adjustment mechanism looked a bit rudimentary, the hollow bracket must be used for digging pits or finding stone pads. The way to complete the fix.
The design requirement of this artillery is that more than a dozen paratroopers can promote this weapon, and while it can use anti-tank shells to fight, it allows this artillery to launch grenades to support paratroopers-obviously so many requirements have created an incomparable The monster of this variant has an average armor-piercing ability of a 75mm caliber cannon, and when using a grenade, the range is very limited, only a short 5 kilometers.
It is worth mentioning that the support task of this artillery was later replaced by a heavy mortar with a 120 mm caliber, because of the size and practicality of the latter, the latter is better than others. And its anti-tank tasks were also shared by the lighter iron fist rocket launcher. This is undoubtedly ironic for a weapon. But on the principle of no waste, this weapon is still used in paratroopers as a supplementary firepower.
"I fell asleep with my boss' wife." The bearded man was obviously very humorous and said with a cracked mouth: "Of course, other cannons were sent to the main defensive position in the west. I heard that they were only there It ’s the opponent ’s main location. "
"Would you like me to celebrate?" Borol pointed to the surrounding village with a smile: "Choose a place to arrange anti-tank gun positions. Try to hide them as much as possible. I will give you a Maxim, and the bullets are about There are 1,000 rounds, you can arrange it yourself. "
"It seems that you got a lot of good things." The beard nodded. "We will hide the cars behind the straw piles over there in a moment. When we need to retreat, I hope they will be there."
"Sniper team, you are looking for the best position yourself." Borol said loudly before the war: "Infantry soldiers each took a mine and placed minefields on the road from the wings to the village."
"Baru, with people burying anti-tank mines on the front, with firepower points on both sides, use Macqin on the first line of defense, and throw them directly after firing a bullet." Borol pointed to the house on both wings and said: "Take the Netherlands The sandbags in the trenches were moved around, and bunkers were built in the rooms. These houses are made of wood, and there is no way to resist the bullets. "
"Sir, if the other party has a tank, the building may not be safe." Baru pointed to the rooms and said, "It's better to defend with trenches outside the village ..."
"Relax, as long as we repel a French attack on the periphery, the artillery will ruin this place, and then we will have a lot of places to find cover." Borol said with a smile: "Pay attention to saving our ammunition, Let's fight an ambush first. "
At this time, Bearded ran over: "Lieutenant, we found a great location by a small warehouse near the village, where there is a pile of straw, and our anti-tank gun can be placed there."
He said while pointing the direction: "The main entrance of the small warehouse has a drainage ditch, which can just block the two sides to make trenches. We can warn the entire periphery of the village and have a good view."
"Balu, you take two people to help, transform there." Borol nodded and said, "Second squad leader, you take the door of Bofors to the other side, forming a cross defensive firepower, if there is The tank tries to get close to the anti-tank gun, then you use Bofors to attack their tail. "
"Everyone should bring ammunition as much as possible! Nothing will be added when it's done! Don't move the chain! Leave it to the two g42 machine gun groups." Borol pointed to the village behind him: "Collect all the food you can find." Get up, the wine is all divided! "
The German paratroopers immediately began the search task. The chairs in the residential houses were carried into the trenches, and some furniture was piled around the house to thicken the walls as much as possible. Drinks and food are stuffed into pockets for a picnic when the battle is fiercest-if you have time.
And over a dozen kilometers away, the roads were covered with dust. A French general lowered his telescope and stood on the high ground beside the road, proudly pointing at his troops and bragging to the two British journalists behind him: "The Germans threw paratroopers in the Netherlands in an attempt to disrupt our deployment, but They overestimate themselves. My tank unit can sweep the Germans with only rifles and recapture important areas of the Netherlands in one breath. They have lost this battle. "
"German paratroopers have achieved very good results in Poland. I also heard on their way that they made a lot of noise in the Netherlands. Why are you so confident in dealing with these haunted German paratroopers?" The notebook asked, looking up while looking up.
"I have weapons that they don't have. Isn't that enough?" The French general shook his head and pointed to the tanks advancing on the road below the hillside: "I have large caliber artillery as support, and 200 tanks-they How could it win me? "
Bang. Another French journalist pressed the shutter in his hand, leaving a proud moment for the arrogant French general.