A German soldier jumped out of the foxglove with his g43 rifle. He ran forward quickly and tried to lower his body to avoid the flying bullets. The soldier held his helmet with one hand until he was attached to the wall at the other end of the road. He stopped breathing heavily.

"About 40 British soldiers, with light machine gun fire, it's always right to be careful." While gasping, he reported the results of the reconnaissance to his commander. After all, not all the news can be known in advance. On the battlefield, the soldiers can rely on themselves.

"There are defensive positions here?" The platoon leader pointed to the block map roughly drawn by his hands and asked. This map was not prepared by the intelligence department. In order to find out their current situation, the German offensive unit paid the price of two soldiers being killed.

The dusty soldier nodded, pointed to the hand-painted sketch and said, "But they have actually set up defensive positions here, very experienced infantry, it is best to wait until the paratroopers' chariots come up before launching an attack."

"There will be no paratrooper combat vehicles. The firepower suppression is OK, but it will be fine to cover the infantry attack. After all, the armor is too thin." The platoon leader closed the map helplessly, pointed to the collapsed building on one side, and set up his mouth: "G42 machine gun team will go to the top and will be responsible for suppressing the opponent's machine gun position in a while! Val! You are responsible for leading the 1st squad to attack from the right, and I will lead the rest to attack from the left!"

The buildings there have been destroyed by bombs dropped by German bombers, leaving only a mountain made of broken rubble, which is an excellent defensive position. After the platoon leader issued an attack order, he looked up at a hidden location in the distance, where there was a sniper team that was ambushing and responsible for reconnaissance and cover.

In the corner of a window, a hand was reached out and a gesture was made. This proved that the sniper team did not find a suspicious target, and the hill made of rubble was still safe.

After seeing this gesture, the platoon leader nodded and waved his hand gently. A German soldier waiting beside the platoon leader waiting for orders ran towards the rubble with his g42 machine gun. Behind him, a German soldier wearing a hooded raincoat followed him with an ammunition box. Both of them were careful and bowed their bodies to change the speed of their advance from time to time.

These veterans who have been through the battlefield have their own unique experiences to survive on the cruel battlefield. They are the invincible support of the German team, and they are also the skeleton and backbone of the entire army. Each of them has become extremely skilled in combat skills. The things like bowing their heads and bent down and running quickly have formed a habit of being engraved in the depths of their souls.

Only luck can be killed. No one can predict where the shrapnel flew from, and no matter how advanced the trenches were, they could not stop the shells from hitting directly. Therefore, these veterans believed in God and luck more, because the only thing they could not change was the undeterminable low-probability events.

The two of them reached the designated position as fast as possible, without caring about the dust or the strange smell on the rubble pile, and directly lay on the ruins. In order to lower their shooting posture, the bipod on the g42 machine gun was not opened, and this murderous weapon was placed on the ground and placed in the center of two stones.

"Okay! The machine gunner is in place! Prepare to attack! Move your steps as fast as possible, don't stop easily! If you are hit, don't move around, that will only make you die faster! When you see the enemy, open fire violently and report loudly on the position of the enemy! Don't yell meaninglessly, that's meaningless!" The platoon leader turned around and reminded him a few newly added paratroopers behind him. After all, he didn't want these soldiers to become dead numbers in the first airborne battle.

After reminding these recruits, the platoon leader looked at everyone's faces with his own eyes, because he didn't know if he would have the chance to see these familiar faces in a while: "Attack! Hurry! Hurry!"

With her order, a group of German soldiers rushed out of the walls and bunkers they depended on, and rushed towards their targets quickly. They rushed through the open road as fast as possible without any hesitation or pause.

"Tutu! Tututu!" The British defender's machine gun opened fire, and the bullets swept across, and a row of white smoke was fired by a German soldier's legs. The German soldier ran forward frantically, trying to avoid the bullets that were shooting him.

In fact, even he himself didn't know why he was so unlucky this time. He was the first to be targeted by British machine gun shooters in the team of dozens of friendly soldiers. While he was lamenting for his bad luck, the bullet hit his knee, piercing through his bones without any effort, leaving two holes that kept gushing blood on one of his legs.

"Ah!" He screamed and rushed forward to the ground. For a moment, he could not feel the pain coming from his legs, because the tension and excessive secretion of adrenaline made him in a very excited state.

But he clearly knew in his mind that he had been shot, and being shot at this time was not good news. Fortunately, this was not the first time he had been shot, so he was not panicked at all. He rolled on the spot and found a place that could cover his body.

"Medical Soldier! I was shot! I was shot in the leg!" The only thing he could do at this time was to call on the medical Soldier, but whether the medical Soldier could come in time and respond to his call was another matter. After all, the battlefield was very dangerous, and the medical Soldiers should try their best to consider their own life safety in order to further treat the wounded.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Not far away, the g42 machine gun position that covered the German attack started to fire violently. The familiar sound of tearing the linen greatly boosted the morale of the German soldiers. After all, weapons that could suppress German machine guns at such a distance were rare, and it was obvious that the British opposite did not have them.

So as the British machine gun position was shot out of white smoke by German bullets, the German casualties immediately stopped. After all, although the firing rate of Lee Enfield rifle was not slow, it was a bit worse than the G43 and MP-44 assault rifles in the hands of German paratroopers.

Under the cover of its own superior firepower, the German soldiers quickly rushed to the position. The British soldiers were holding their rifles and wanted to resist stubbornly, but they were shot and knocked down by the German soldiers. As more and more German troops leaped into the trenches of the British team, the defenders finally began to collapse.

"Wait, don't shoot! I surrender!" A British soldier raised his hands and threw down his rifle.

"Bang!" A German soldier held his g43 rifle and smashed the surrendered British army's head with one shot, then looked at his comrades beside him: "What did he say? I don't understand English!"

"He is surrendering! Idiot!" The veteran around him replied helplessly: "Look clearly about the gestures! I said let's see their gestures!"

More and more British soldiers raised their hands, and at this time the German army discovered that there were much more enemies opposite them than they found during reconnaissance. When the German platoon leader came over from the other side, he counted the number of prisoners, and about 50 British soldiers surrendered, and 15 were killed.

Then the platoon leader came to the only unlucky guy in this attack and watched the medical staff bandage his wounds. He squatted down and joked beside the veteran who was in great pain: "Hey, I said, you were also hit in the UK last time, why are you so unlucky?"

The veteran was a little amused and cried. He also had the Medal of Freedom that had been airborne in the UK and the Medal of War wounded in the UK. I guess he would have another Medal of War wounded this time, right? The veteran thought helplessly.

"I have to wait for the regiment headquarters to pick him up. I can't leave by myself." The medical nurse used the wooden boards picked up from the ruins to help the injured soldiers fix their thighs, then bandage them again, and then raised his head and said.

The German paratroopers' current equipment is no different from that of the light army, and they are even stronger in firepower and more sufficient in supply. The powerful German Air Force transport aircraft unit can send barrel trucks to the front line as soon as possible to help the paratroopers improve their maneuverability on the ground.

While several people were talking, a convertible bucket car drove from a distance. A German officer sat in the back row, carrying a Mauser 98k rifle. Seeing the gun and military rank, several German soldiers knew that it was his battalion commander who was here. Sure enough, the one sitting in front was his company commander, and the one sitting in the back row was Battalion Commander Borol and his follower Donner.

"Didn't you say you need reinforcements? I'll bring the battalion commander to reinforce you." The company commander jumped out of the car and said jokingly.

"Now obviously no need, sir." The platoon leader pointed to the wounded soldiers on the ground and said, "The resistance here has been cleared. We have captured about 50 prisoners, one of whom was injured. Can you help send them to the field hospital?"

"A veteran who was airborne in Britain?" Looking at the war wounded medal on the chest of the wounded soldier, Borol smiled: "Can you get on the car by yourself? I'll take you to the field hospital. I'm going there to go there to report the results of the battle with the regiment commander."

"Yes! Just follow the way." The veteran got on Boro's car with the help of the medical staff, and soon followed the car from the battalion to the field hospital of the regiment headquarters. The wind on the road blew his face, making people feel refreshed. Not far from them, a helicopter passed by at a low altitude, and two layers above were filled with seriously injured stretchers.
Chapter completed!