Chapter 242: Small village fight

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Borol wanted to kill the Dutch soldiers in this church with a grenade, but after seeing the noisy anti-aircraft position, Borol changed his mind. He turned his head and whispered to the soldiers around him: "I rushed in to solve the Dutch soldiers , You let the machine gun position shift, come here to find me. Do you understand? "
"Sir? You go in alone?" The soldier frowned. "I don't know how many Dutch soldiers there are. It's too dangerous for you to go in alone."
"Our troops are not strong enough. If the Dutch on the anti-aircraft position knew that we had copied their back lane, they were likely to pose a threat to us." Borol explained: "If we don't solve it here with grenades, there are The Dutch may not yet know that we have called. "
Nodding his head, the soldier returned to where he left off, and Borol carefully opened the door of the church, and found more than twenty pairs of eyes staring at him in horror.
The atmosphere was awkward and weird. Borol carried a ten-shot rifle against the Dutch, who was full of houses. These people are old people and children, all staring at Borol who came in. A little boy struggled to yell and was covered in mouth by his grandmother.
Borol lifted his foot and walked forward, these people avoided his muzzle, he did not speak, and those people did not say anything, so quietly, Borol passed through these people and came to Beside the stairs.
He glanced back at the old man and the child, and confirmed that these people did not mean to go up, so he raised his muzzle and pointed to the stairs, and slowly walked up the stairs. The old stairs made a creaking noise, but it didn't seem harsh because of the sound of guns outside.
Stepping up from level to level, Borol finally came to the second floor. The picture in front of him relieved him, because two Dutch soldiers were lying on the floor, apparently they had been dead for a long time. The machine gun directly hit one person's chin, while the other fell on the wooden wall covered with holes.
He lowered his muzzle and walked over to take a closer look at the two Dutch soldiers who died. The scene was too and caused his stomach to twitch, but he still used his muzzle to push the dead body on the ground. Confirm this. The two were dead. He found a chair and sat at the table, glanced at the broken tea cup and only half of the coffee pot.
Obviously the two men were just sitting here in comfort, just like he is now-preparing to drink coffee, and then spend their ordinary day. Borol lit a cigarette and drew it in his mouth. After taking a sip, he spit out smoke, followed him by grabbing the remaining half of the bread on the table, and sniffed it under his nose. Eaten up.
When he was half eaten, Baru came up. Obviously, the Germans have completely controlled it, and they will soon face an anti-aircraft position about a hundred meters away, as well as a dozen Dutch soldiers on that position.
"Here are the residents of this village. In order to avoid the air raids, they hid in the church." Baru pointed to the downstairs and said: "There is about a row of Dutch defenders in the village. We wiped out 7 of them, and we have left More than 20. "
During the speech, the deputy squad leader walked in with two soldiers, one with gauze wrapped on his face, like a resurrected mummy, and the other a medical soldier in a row, with a white identity badge wrapped around his arm. Conspicuous red cross.
"The opponent's strength does not seem to be enough. They separated a lot of people to set up defensive positions around the village. Just now there were 5 machine gun groups at the entrance of the village, and 2 people sent their posts here ..." Borol found on the table Several broken books set out a plan of a village: "They have about 12 people operating the anti-aircraft gun, and there is a heavy machine gun as a cover."
He said while pointing to the periphery of the village: "They should still have two machine guns here and here. It wasn't enough to pose a threat to us in a while and a half ... The fatal problem now is that maybe the anti-aircraft gun can Flat shot, once they do, we are done. "
"Then what should we do?" The deputy monitor asked, staring at the books on the table.
"Here, set up a machine gun position and hold their machine guns with a sip of air." Borol pointed to one of the books and said: "It is in this house not far away that they left there immediately after firing for 20 seconds. Go back to the commanding heights here and fire on the roof. "
Then he pointed to the gap between the other two books: "There is a small alley here. If you are lucky, the Dutch should not be defending here. We can go through and destroy this Dutch army. Behind this anti-aircraft position It ’s a beautiful house. It ’s estimated that the Dutch commander is in the house. Take off the anti-aircraft gun position and go inside to check it out.

"This can only be done. There is no news from the platoon leader, we can only act alone here." The deputy monitor nodded and said.
Now their number has been strengthened, and both wounded soldiers have returned to the team, so that they have 9 soldiers, and the gap in numbers does not seem so obvious. Borol arranged their basic tactics. A g43 rifleman screened the mg42 machine gun and fired first in the front of the Dutch anti-aircraft position. After a while, he immediately shifted the position. The rest of them followed him to form an assault squad, which was attacked by that small alley, approaching the Dutch anti-aircraft position and destroying all the enemy troops inside.
"Let's start arranging." After Borol had assigned the task, everyone started to move, and everyone gathered the grenades to the assault team, and then went to their own assault locations. As for these frightened Dutch civilians, hand them over The only medical soldiers with no assigned tasks are in custody, and there is a time limit for custody. Once a crossfire occurs, the medical soldiers must rush to the direction of the assault unit.
Borol led the men to the designated attack position. They could see through the alley the Dutch anti-aircraft guns were fiercely firing at the sky. Fortunately, the Dutch did not know that one of their machine gun positions had been killed by German paratroopers. By the way, they still focused on shooting in the sky.
Soon, the unique sound of the German machine gun rang, and the Dutch position was hit with dust. The Dutch soldiers started to fight back violently, but they did not mean to use anti-aircraft guns. It is estimated that they felt that their machine gun positions could completely suppress the Germans. They shot out and shouted at the surrounding friendly forces.
"Offense!" As soon as the words fell, Borol led his men forward. They quickly approached the Polish position with their guns. At a very close position, Borol threw out the rest of his hands. The only grenade.
Behind him, the two paratroopers also threw grenades towards the Dutch position, but a grenade, because the alley was narrow, hit the side wall and did not roll into the trenches of the Dutch, but fell halfway.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Three explosions sounded, and Borol jumped into the trenches of the Dutch defenders braving the dust. He pulled the trigger, and the g43 sounded a nice "boom" sound. A wounded Dutch soldier was hit with two holes in the chest, screaming and fell to one side. Borol pointed the muzzle to a Dutch soldier on the other side, but the g43 rifle was stuck.
Steel shells can reduce the use of copper that Germany lacks to make ammunition, but it brings a relatively pitfall problem, that is, the flexibility of steel shells is not as good as copper shells. The action of pulling the shell is easy to get stuck, resulting in the malfunction of the gun. In addition to more careful daily maintenance, it also requires the courage to endure the stuck shell.
Borol quickly threw away his rifle, pulled the p-38 pistol from his waist, and fired three shots at the Dutch soldier. Behind him, two German paratroopers also rushed out of the alley and opened fire with mp-44 assault rifles.
More than a dozen Dutch soldiers quickly fell into the pool of blood, and even one person was killed by a German machine gun in the distance while escaping from the trench. Only then did they find the corpses of seven German soldiers lying not far from the trenches.
"My God." Borol recognized the bodies, and one of them was his platoon leader, who was responsible for leading them to occupy the town. Their parachute was thrown aside, it seems that their airborne location was too close to the Dutch position. A man fell directly to the ground because the parachute was hit by a large hole, like a tomato dropped from the balcony on the seventh floor.
Now Borol also finally knows why they have taken out the peripheral Dutch machine gun positions. The people in the position are unaware. It turns out that they have just dealt with the problem of their hands and have not had time to check the situation around them.
A German paratrooper with an mp-44 kicked the door of the beautiful house behind the anti-aircraft gun position. It seemed he was anxious to capture several Dutch commanders, but then he paid the price for his recklessness. With a clear gunshot, the German paratrooper was hit in the chest and fell straight to the door.
The Dutch soldiers inside shouted and seemed to want to negotiate with the German paratroopers. However, Borol and other paratroopers did not have the patience to negotiate with the murderer who had just killed a German. They aimed Bofors ’40mm rapid-fire anti-aircraft gun at this beautiful house and shot ten shots in one breath Shells.
The house was ruined by anti-aircraft guns, and three people were dressed in Dutch officer costumes, each holding a pistol. The German paratroopers lost another grenade into the rubble, which was considered revenge for their comrades.
Soon after, a Dutch soldier holding a white flag entered the village. He surrendered on behalf of the remaining Dutch. Ten minutes later, Borol received his first captives, with a total of 11 people. Much.