Chapter 415: bayonet

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"I ’m not asking for anything for myself, but I think every German and English person that night deserves a medal. If you have seen the battle between us that night, you know the end of peace How beautiful. "-William Donner, veteran of the 1st German Airborne Division.
Another new attack began, not only the German paratroopers but also the British infantry who had the advantage in number. After a long period of artillery preparation, the British once again found the courage to kill the battlefield, using their stubbornness and courage to face the most dangerous opponent in a century.
All people, as long as they are not idiots, know to sum up lessons after failure. The threat of death will make people learn faster and better. Sometimes the veterans will be very unwilling, because their tricks and even experience will be learned and absorbed little by little by the opponents, and eventually become a means to kill themselves.
This time the British were extremely clever when they fought. They spread out their formations, approaching the Germans ’positions bit by bit, without yelling and leaping and charging, but crawling forward, bit by bit Close the distance between the two sides.
And the British middle and lower commanders who learned a trick began to pay attention to the German machine gun positions on the two wings. They used heavy machine guns to suppress the shooting, and the carefully disguised positions were covered with white smoke. However, this tactic was obviously easier to use. The German machine gun was forced to abandon the more efficient suppression of the two wings, and instead reluctantly returned to its defense line, waiting for the fierce attack of the British.
After a minute and a second, the British finally reached a distance sufficient for them to take advantage of the number, so the real attack began. As some light machine guns fired violently, the British infantry began to leap forward, and at about the same time, the long guns and short guns in the hands of German soldiers also roared. The bullets from both sides came and went. sky.
"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The assault rifle in Borol's hand was in the hands of the veterans. If it happened to be at a crossfire distance of about 200 meters, it could simply be called an individual weapon artifact. Although the recoil of this weapon is not small, but the accuracy is very good, especially at a distance of 200, it is extremely efficient.
Each time Borol tapped the trigger, two bullets were fired. When the rifle of the mp-44 jumped at the time of the shot, the bullet could be slightly raised. Generally, it could just hit the opponent's chest, causing a terrible lethal killing.
His muzzle kept aiming, looking for his target through the light of the flares, hitting one after another British soldiers. The bullets shot by the British soldiers splashed a dust around Borol, but he ignored them, just aimed there and fired.
The light of the flares had not disappeared yet. Downer, who was standing next to Borol and firing with g43, saw a foxhole not far away. Two German paratroopers were hit by British bullets and screamed. Falling down with blood mist on his back. Compared to the previous attack, the British clearly achieved some results, they began to cause casualties for the German paratroopers, and began to really challenge the opponent's defense system.
Anyone familiar with combat knows that it is impossible to retreat at this time. Retreat at this time is equivalent to giving his life to his opponent, which is almost the same as suicide. The veterans knew that even if they retreated, they should have repelled this British attack.
So even if some soldiers of the British army had touched the first row of scattered pits in the core part of the German defense line, the Germans still did not mean to retreat halfway. They threw grenades to drive the British out of their fortifications and used more fierce firepower. The British soldiers were beaten up.
It seems that the British soldiers on the opposite side were also ordered to fight to the end, so the British soldiers who should have retreated did not mean to retreat at any time. The war entered the most terrible stage at midnight. The two sides grenade each other on the staggered position. Desperately, even some soldiers of the two armies have been torn together.
"Go on bayonet!" Ordered loudly to the nearby Donner, then Borol threw out the last grenade in his hand, and not far away several British soldiers were knocked to the ground by the explosive waves The screams made the silent night seem noisy.
The third flare flew into the sky. Borol raised his weapon and aimed at a British soldier who was throwing a grenade not far away. As the gunshot sounded, the man's arm was split into two sections. The grenade carried the man's The palm and half of the arm fell into the foxhole occupied by the British. The explosion then sent five or six British soldiers into hell.
Before he could turn around, an English soldier yelled and jumped into the foxhole where Borol and Donner were. Donner was startled with a rifle, and quickly greeted the bayonet with the bayonet. British soldier. The opponent's bayonet level is obviously not good, but the new paratrooper Downer is not a master. The two of them looked at the sharp tip of the other's gun and dared not step forward.
"Suddenly!" Borol had no gentlemanly demeanor, and immediately shot off the British soldiers who might want a fair duel. Then, without looking at the strange-looking Donner, he found a direction to continue the fire.
Shout loudly while firing: "Don't be dazed, cover my side! If you don't move next time, I will kill you first!"
"Observe! Sir!" Downer lifted his rifle, looked at the twitching corpse at his feet, and swallowed.
When another Englishman wanted to pounce on him, Downer spontaneously shot through the other person's chest. Suddenly he felt that he was no longer afraid and hesitated. He became an outright murderer-but this It feels really good. Pull the trigger and continue breathing. It feels really good.
At this time, Borol withdrew his magazine, inserted his last magazine into the gun, stooped down to pick up the Lee Enfield rifle that fell to the ground, and he was on the side of the foxhole, and then fell to the ground Keep on firing, he can't remember how many people he has killed tonight, he only knows one after another, one after another.
William Downer, who was responsible for covering his recruits, did not know how many people he had killed, because just around their foxhole, there were no more than five dead bodies of British soldiers.
The second British soldier who rushed into the foxhole was stabbed by Donner with a bayonet. The blood from the bloodlet on the bayonet splashed his face with Borol. At this time, Borol had already emptied all his bullets. He used the British rifle to stand on the front of the position until his arm was penetrated by a bullet.
The sky still did not light up, the dawn did not come, the Germans still held their ground, the British still did not get the results they wanted. Many things are expected, the difference is that no one expected the loss to be so huge.
When the British retreated, Borol was lying in his foxhole with only gasping energy. Downer was sitting there with his rifle, the blood on his face dried up and splashed up and down, It has long been unknown how many floors.
When the first platoon leader took several soldiers to find Borol, he knew how heavy his loss was. There are no living people in the entire 2nd row, and the 1st and 3rd rows add up to only 30 soldiers almost wounded.
When he set off on the plane, he was a paratrooper company with 123 soldiers. Now he counts only 32 left. So many soldiers who knew and remembered the name, so many young faces, in such an almost invisible night, became the dust of history. No one can remember these pitiful worms who left their hometowns to sacrifice their lives for the heads of state. In the future, even the permanent records of history will only be an unimpressive number of casualties.
"Retreat." Borol said just that, he fainted. The bruised German paratroopers were so silent, holding each other out of their position that they had held for most of the night.
These people stumbled, and so slowly and indifferently returned to the place where they set off in the evening, and on either side of them was the second defensive position of the German paratroopers. On this position is another company of paratroopers, another insurmountable mountain, and a real blood wall.
The British barely saw their target town of Bit at 2:15 in the morning. After paying more than 900 soldiers for casualties, they realized that it was not a German battalion that was supposed to be here, but A dissatisfied German paratrooper company. At this time, British talents knew exactly what kind of troops they were fighting with. Only then did they really realize how far they were from the coast.
The German soldiers seized every inch of the land with blood, and if they wanted to take it back, they would have to pay more blood per inch. This is the truth of the German paratroopers. This is the truth of the Germans. This is the truth of the head of the head, Akado Rudolph.
No one will retreat from the battle of life and death. The two sides continued to earn money on every inch of land. The actual control area of ​​the German landing force was compressed by the British counterattack forces for a full circle, but the British did not see the beautiful coastline.
Early morning finally arrived, Chaoyang brought countless hopes and new life to this world. The German bomber fleet appeared on the distant horizon on time. In the port of Rotterdam, the second wave of landing troops accompanied the aircraft carrier slowly out of the port. Another new battle is about to begin.