Four Hundred and Eleven Hells

Everyone knew the Germans were coming, and the German paratroopers had parachuted in the area behind them just a few hours before. They knew that hundreds of German soldiers had begun to attack them, destroying roads, capturing bridges, and even slaughtering their wives and children. But as British soldiers guarding the coastline, there was nothing they could do.

German bombers flew over the beach like locusts crossing the border, dropping Cheng Qianshanwan's incendiary bombs and bombs. The surface positions were destroyed in sevens and eights, and even some important bunkers were blown up into a pile of ruins.

The British defenders were understrength, really understrength - they only had about 500 men guarding the beach, and the bombing just killed about 50 of them. The reinforcements are more than ten kilometers away, and it is estimated that they have been blocked on the road by German paratroopers. All they can rely on are some defensive positions from 50 years ago, including the two old ones that have been blown up by the Stukas. fort.

In the slight sea breeze, the British soldiers holding machine guns and putting the butts of their guns on their shoulders suddenly widened their eyes, because right on the coastline, German ships appeared one after another, in different sizes and extremely messy .

On the shoreline, one by one, German soldiers jumped into the icy water, letting the biting February water pour into their boots and stimulate their thighs. More small boats didn't even have engines, they were "lifeboats" rowed by manpower. After washing up on the beach, no one cared about these things anymore, and all the soldiers were working hard to find hidden cover.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The British machine guns started firing, and the bullets rained down on the German soldiers on the beach. In an instant, dozens of German soldiers fell down, and more people quickly lay down on the cold ground following the sound of the gunfire. in the sea water.

The bullet hit the wooden ship's side, and the wood chips were scattered everywhere. Before the German soldiers on the boat had time to jump into the water, the bullets easily penetrated their bodies and fell on their comrades.

The soldiers screamed and continued to charge forward, trying to cross the dense barbed wire and concrete obstacles. However, the first engineer who tried to cut the barbed wire was smashed into a sieve by bullets, and the second was also shot with his arm flying, and then no one was willing to easily try to destroy these barbed wires.

German soldiers marched slowly amidst the hail of bullets. Even the veterans who had experienced the battles between Poland and France had never encountered such a bloody and brutal counterattack. Flames spewed from the British defensive positions, and rivers of blood flowed on the beach. All of this was like a hell on earth, which made the German follow-up landing troops who followed and climbed onto the coast frightened.

A medical soldier was trying his best to rescue his wounded, using a tourniquet to try to help his comrades stop the bleeding, but before he could press the other's wound, he was shot through the head by a bullet.

The helmet was easily pierced, corpses piled upon corpses,

There were hundreds of thousands of casualties of German soldiers on the beach. Even on the beachhead where the British had no end point, it was still a luxury to move forward.

It seems that God felt that the Germans had not suffered enough casualties, and the British artillery also joined the ranks of the massacre. All kinds of explosions happened one after another on the beach, and the casualties of the German army were even heavier. The explosion carried mutilated bodies into the sky, drowning out the cries and abuse of German soldiers.

It didn't take much effort at all. Looking out from the bunker of the British defenders, there were groups of German soldiers. These soldiers were half-soaked in the sea water, moving slowly and densely. There is no need to aim at all, as long as you keep shooting, you can send these German landing soldiers who don't know whether they are dead or alive to hell.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The machine guns in the hands of the overwhelmingly dominant British soldiers seemed to never stop. These poorly trained British garrisons found war to be no different than game, slaughtering their opponents incessantly when they could not even return a serious blow.

"Haha! Damn the German guy! Go to hell!" A British machine gunner behind a bunker laughed loudly, and kept pulling the trigger, firing bullets at the helpless German soldiers on the beach.

The long-term bombing has brought the British defenders a feeling of depression, which seems to have been fully vented at this moment. The bullets of revenge can finally hit the chests of German soldiers, making their blood stain the entire beach. Seeing those German soldiers struggling and crying on the beach, the British defenders suddenly felt an inexplicable pleasure in their hearts.

After paying the lives of hundreds of soldiers, and being brutally killed by British soldiers on the beachhead for more than ten minutes, the German soldiers seemed to realize that they did not come here to die.

Ten kilometers away, the Italian battleship Roma finally opened fire, and the main gun shot out dazzling flames. The shell howled fiercely in the air because of its high speed, and hit a machine gun position on the British beachhead in just an instant.

The huge shock wave lifted the surrounding sand into the air, and the one-meter-thick reinforced concrete fortifications shattered and collapsed like sand sculptures. Only at this time did the British feel the real pressure, because with the firing of the battleship's main guns , The German artillery finally made its own voice, and the beach was suddenly engulfed in flames.

The artillery support gave the Germans confidence. They began to cut open the barbed wire with iron tongs, and cleared the obstacles on the beach with blasting tubes and iron fist rockets. Soon, with the bang of the blasting tube, the barbed wire fence was blasted to open a passage, and the trenches and skirmishers of the surrounding British were also cleaned up.

Most of the German soldiers who were still complaining about the cold sea water and bad weather just now gritted their teeth and said nothing. It was only a few minutes ago that they really saw the really bad environment and the really bloody battlefield. They carried their weapons, bent over the barbed wire and the corpses, and rushed into the British trenches at their fastest speed.

After all, the British soldiers in the trenches would not wait to die. They were still aiming and shooting, desperately firing back. It's just that the Germans' firepower density at this time is much stronger than their British opponents. The sound of G43 and MP-44 firing one after another, the trench of the British defenders had just been cut a gap, and most of it was lost in a blink of an eye.

"Attack! They're finished!" A company commander with an MP-44 assault rifle urged his men to keep moving forward, and shouted loudly: "Throw grenades in all the bunkers! We don't want prisoners!"

Yes, take no prisoners! This is a war that can't be said to be just or evil. People are bleeding rivers here, laying down millions of corpses here, enjoying the thrill of killing to their heart's content, and using bloodier revenge to treat opponents who are still taking revenge just now.

This was a complete massacre. In the beginning, the people guarding the beach slaughtered those who tried to board the coast, and later it became the people who had gained a firm foothold on the coast, and frantically slaughtered the people guarding the coast. Apart from indifference and taking it for granted when shooting, there will no longer be any pity and sympathy in the mind. In this time, civilization can provide more efficient killing weapons, and morality and shame have become worthless.

The British soldier who raised his hand to surrender was shot through the head by a German soldier who had just died tragically and had nowhere to vent his anger. Before jumping into the trench, grenades one after another were thrown into the bunker as if they didn't need money.

A German soldier kicked the gate behind the machine gun bunker, and the grenadiers who had been prepared by the side threw two or three grenades into the bunker together, and then the explosion burst out of the machine gun hole of the bunker , accompanied by the screams of the British soldiers inside was a deafening explosion.

More German soldiers rushed to the beach, and what greeted them was not the cheers of comrades-in-arms and the joy of victory, but bright red sea water and stumped limbs. Piles of unrecognizable corpses, corpses pushed into a straight line by the waves, corpses stretching all the way to the barbed wire fence, and corpses farther away on the edge of the trench... Corpses, corpses, corpses, everywhere corpse.

The bloody smell that suffocated people to violent vomiting, and the oppressive atmosphere that made people breathless. In just ten minutes, the German landing force lost more than 2,000 elite soldiers on the beach less than 100 meters away. Incomparable elite soldiers.

A soldier whose arm was broken by a bullet is looking for his lost part on the beach. Several medical soldiers are helping a wounded soldier who has lost his leg to stop the bleeding. Not far away, engineers are building a pontoon dock to load and unload the upcoming supplies .

Farther away, the only landing ships were unloading the No. 3 tank, and engineers were helping the tank find a way to drive onto the muddy and soft sand. There was no applause or laughter, only a few military priests in white blouses holding crosses, and kept making the holy cross on the soulless body. This is the whole ceremony for welcoming the follow-up troops.

"My God." A German soldier holding a rifle on the beach accidentally stumbled over a dead body and said to himself in fright: "What the hell did they go through?"

An old soldier followed behind him, watching the pink sea water pouring into his boots, staggering forward, whispering as he walked: "My child, this is just the beginning. In the future war, there will be more Hit it!"

The shells of the British artillery still hit the beach aimlessly, forcing the German landing troops to lie down and avoid it from time to time. Not far away, on the defense line of the British defenders, the continuous gun battle continued without the slightest sign of stopping. Obviously the British also knew that if the Germans were allowed to gain a firm foothold on the beach, then the British would lose almost everything.