Chapter 411: hell

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Everyone knows that the Germans are here, and just a few hours ago, the German paratroopers had parachute in the area behind them. They knew that hundreds of German soldiers had begun to attack them, destroying roads and occupying bridges, and even slaughtering their wives and children. But as British soldiers guarding the coastline, they can do nothing.
The German bomber flew across the beach like a locust crossing, leaving behind thousands of incendiary bombs and bombs. The positions on the surface were destroyed in sevens and eights, and even some important bunkers were blown into a pile of rubble.
The British defenders were understaffed, and indeed they were understaffed-they only had about 500 guarding the beach, and nearly 50 people were killed by the bombing just now. The reinforcements are more than a dozen kilometers away, and it is estimated that they have been blocked by German paratroopers on the road. They can rely on some defensive positions 50 years ago, including the two old-fashioned old ones that have been blown up by Stuka fort.
In the slight sea breeze, the British soldiers who carried the machine gun on their shoulders with their machine guns suddenly widened their eyes, because just on the coastline, one German ship after another appeared, different sizes and very messy. .
On the coastline, one German soldier after another jumped into the icy water, allowing the biting water in February to pour into his boots, stimulating his thighs. More boats do not even have engines. They are "lifeboats" that rely on manpower to row. After rushing to the beach, no one takes care of these things anymore. All the soldiers are trying to find hidden cover.
"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The British machine gun began to shoot, and the bullets shot at the German soldiers on the beach like raindrops. Dozens of German soldiers fell down in an instant, and more people fell quickly in the cold with the gunshots. In the sea water.
The bullet hit the side of the ship made of wood, directly hitting the wood chips and splashing everywhere. The German soldiers who had not jumped into the water before the ship had penetrated the body easily with bullets and fell on their comrades.
The soldiers yelled to continue to strike forward, trying to cross the dense barbed wire fence and concrete obstacles. However, the first engineer who tried to cut the barbed wire was hit by a bullet into a sieve, and the second one was shot with his arm, and then no one was willing to try to easily break the barbed wire.
German soldiers moved slowly in the rain of bullets. Even the veterans who had experienced the battle between Poland and France had never encountered such a and brutal counterattack. The British defensive position burst into flames, and the beach bleeds into rivers. All this is like a on earth, which shocked the German follow-up landing troops that followed the coast.
A medical soldier is trying his best to rescue his wounded, trying to help his comrades stop bleeding with a tourniquet, but he hasn't pressed the other person's wound, he was hit by a bullet in his head.
Helmets were easily penetrated, bodies were stacked, and there were hundreds of casualties of German soldiers on the beach. Even on the beachhead where the British had no end, it was a luxury to want to move forward.
It seems that God felt that the Germans were still dead and wounded. The British artillery also joined the massacre. Various explosions followed one another on the beach, and German casualties were even worse. The blast flew into the sky with incomplete corpses, masking the cry of German soldiers crying and swearing.
No effort at all, looking out of the British fortified bunker, there were hordes of German soldiers, these soldiers half-soaked in the sea, moving slowly and densely. There is no need to aim at all, as long as the continuous shooting, these German landing soldiers who do not know the life and death can be sent to hell.
"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The machine gun in the hands of the British soldier who had the absolute advantage seemed to never stop. These under-trained British garrison troops found that there was no difference between war and games. They kept slaughtering their opponents, but their opponents couldn't even fight back.
"Haha! Damn German! Go to hell!" The British machine gunner behind a bunker laughed loudly, continually squeezed the trigger and fired bullets at the helpless German soldiers on the beach.
The long-lasting bombardment has brought the British defenders a sense of depression. It seems that at this moment they have been fully vented. The bullets of revenge can finally hit the German soldiers ’chests, making their blood stain the entire beach. Seeing the German soldiers struggling to cry on the beach, the British defenders suddenly had an inexplicable pleasure in their hearts.
After paying the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, after being tortured by British soldiers on the beachhead for more than ten minutes, the German soldiers seemed to remember that they were not here to die.
As far as ten kilometers away, the Italian battleship Roman finally fired, and the main gun fired a dazzling flame. The shells made a stern howl in the air because they were too fast, and they hit a machine gun position on the beachhead in England in just an instant.
The huge shock wave lifted all the surrounding sand into the air, and the reinforced concrete fortification more than one meter thick was like a sand sculpture. The British felt real pressure at this time, because as the battleship main gun fired At last, German artillery and small artillery finally made their voices, and the beach was suddenly full of fire.
The artillery support made the Germans feel confident. They began to cut the barbed wire with iron tongs, and cleared the obstacles on the beach head with a blasting tube and an iron fist rocket. Soon, with the loud noise of the blasting barrel, a barbed wire was blown open a passage, and the surrounding trenches and scattered soldiers of several British people were also cleaned up.
Most of the German soldiers who had just complained about the cold sea water and bad weather at sea now clenched their teeth and did not speak. Only a few minutes ago, they really saw the really bad environment and the real battlefield. They carried their weapons, bent over the barbed wire and corpses, and rushed into the trenches of the British with their fastest speed.
After all, the British soldiers in the trenches would not wait to die. They were still aiming and shooting, and desperately opened fire to fight back. It's just that the Germans have a much stronger firepower density than their British counterparts at this time. The sound of g43 and mp-44 firing one after another, the trenches of the British defenders had just been cut a gap, and most of them were lost in a blink of an eye.
"Attack! They're done!" A company commander carrying an mp-44 assault rifle urged his men to continue to advance, shouting loudly: "Throw grenades into all bunkers! Let's not be captured!"
Yes, don't capture! This is a war that is not just about justice or evil. People here are bloodshed, millions of corpses are here, enjoy the thrill of killing, and use bloodier revenge to treat opponents who have just avenged.
This was a complete slaughter. At first, the people who guarded the beach slaughtered the people who tried to reach the coast. Later, they became people who had established a firm foothold on the coast. They slaughtered the people who guarded the coast. In addition to indifference and righteousness when shooting, there will be no more pity and sympathy in mind, except for civilization that can provide more efficient weapons of murder at this time, morality and integrity become worthless.
The British soldiers who raised their hands to surrender were shot through their heads by German soldiers whose comrades had just died and nowhere to vent their anger. The one-by-one grenade before jumping into the trench was thrown into the bunker as if they were not money.
A German soldier kicked and kicked the gate behind the bunker. The grenadiers who had already prepared next tossed two or three grenades into the bunker, and then the blast of air exploded from the eyes of the bunker machine gun. The deafening explosion accompanied the screams of British soldiers inside.
More German soldiers rushed to the beach, and it was not the cheers of the comrades and the joy of victory that greeted them, but the bright red water and the broken limbs. Piles of unrecognizable corpses, corpses pushed into a straight line by the waves, corpses that stretched all the way to the barbed wire, and corpses that were on the edge of the trenches ... corpses, corpses, everywhere Corpse.
The smell that suffocated to violent vomiting and the breathless and depressive atmosphere, in just ten minutes, the German landing troops were on the beach less than 100 meters, losing more than 2,000 elite Incomparable warriors.
A soldier whose arm was interrupted by a bullet was looking for his lost part on the beach. Several medical soldiers were helping a legless wounded soldier to stop bleeding. Not far away, the engineers were setting up a pontoon pier to load and unload the upcoming materials. .
Farther away, several of the only landing ships were unloading tank No. 3, and the engineers were helping the tank to find a way to drive on the muddy and soft beach. There was no applause, no laughter, only a few priests in white blouses, holding crosses in their hands, continually drawing a sacred cross against the soulless body. This is the whole ceremony to welcome the follow-up troops.
"My God." A German soldier holding a rifle on the beach accidentally stumbled over a body, scared to himself, "What did they experience?"
An elderly soldier followed behind him, watching the pink water pouring into his boots, stumbling forward, and whispered while walking: "Child, this is just the beginning. The future war, there are others Fight! "
The shells of the British artillery still hit the beach aimlessly, and from time to time forced the German landing troops to lie down and avoid. Not far away, the line of defense of the British garrison continued and continued with no further signs of stopping. The British obviously also knew that if the Germans were allowed to gain a firm foothold on the beach, then the British would have almost lost everything.