Four Hundred and Fifteen Bayonets

"I'm not asking for anything for myself, but I think every German* and Brit* should get a medal that night. ⊙ If you saw the fight between us that night, you know peace How beautiful it is." - Wilhelm Downer, veteran of the German 1st Airborne Division.

Another round of new offensives began, and it was not only the German paratroopers who wanted revenge, but of course the British infantry, who had a numerical advantage. After a long artillery preparation, the British once again mustered up the courage to go to 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 how to learn lessons after failure. And the threat of death makes people learn faster and better. Sometimes the veterans will be very unwilling, because their unique skills and even experience will be learned and absorbed by the opponents bit by bit, and eventually become the means to kill themselves.

This time the British fought extremely smartly. They spread out their formations and approached the German positions in a concealed manner. Instead of yelling and jumping up to charge, they crawled forward, bit by bit narrow the distance between the two parties.

Moreover, the middle and lower British commanders who arrived at the first move began to pay attention to the German machine gun positions on the two wings. They used heavy machine guns to suppress and shoot where they could, and filled those carefully camouflaged positions with white smoke. However, this tactic is obviously easier to use. The German machine guns were forced to give up the more efficient two-wing suppression, and instead returned to their own defense line helplessly, waiting for the fierce British attack.

As time passed, the British finally approached a distance sufficient for them to take advantage of their numbers, and the real attack began. As some light machine guns fired violently, the British infantry began to jump up and attack. At almost the same moment, the long guns and short cannons in the hands of the German soldiers also roared. Sky.

"Tudu! Tut!" The assault rifle in Boroll's hand was in the hands of a veteran, and if it happened to be at a firefighting distance of about 000 meters, it could be called an individual weapon. Although the recoil of this weapon is not small, the precision is very good, especially the burst shooting at a distance of 200 is very efficient.

Every time Boroll tapped the trigger, two bullets would be fired. When firing, the pulsation of the muzzle of the mp-44 just allowed the bullets to rise slightly. Generally, it was just enough to hit the opponent's chest, causing a terrifying lethality of killing with one blow.

He kept aiming his gun, looking for his target with the light of the flare, and hit one British soldier after another. The shells fired by the British soldiers splashed a cloud of dust around Bollor, but he ignored it, just took aim there, and fired.

The light of the flares hadn't disappeared yet. Standing beside Bollor and constantly firing with the G43, Donner saw with his own eyes two German paratroopers hit by a British bullet in a foxhole not far away. He fell on his back with blood mist. Compared with the previous attack, the British obviously achieved certain results. They began to cause casualties to the German paratroopers and began to really challenge the opponent's defense system.

Anyone familiar with combat knows that,

At this time, it is impossible to retreat. At this time, retreating is equivalent to handing over one's life to the opponent, which is almost no different from suicide. The veterans all know that even if they retreat, it should be after repelling the British attack this time.

So even though some soldiers of the British army had already touched the first row of foxholes, the core part of the German defense line, the German army still had no intention of retreating. They threw grenades to drive the British out of their fortifications, using more violent firepower Beat the British soldiers so hard that they couldn't hold their heads 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 had no intention of retreating at all. The war entered the most tragic stage at midnight. The two sides exchanged grenades in the canine positions Desperately, even in some places, the soldiers of the two armies have been torn together.

"Use the bayonet!" He gave a loud order to Donner beside him, and then Boroll threw the last grenade in his hand, and several British soldiers not far away were knocked to the ground by the blast. , The screams made the silent night seem extremely noisy.

The first flare flew into the sky, and Boroll aimed his weapon at a British soldier who was throwing a grenade not far away. As the gunshot sounded, the man's arm was cut into two, and the grenade carried the man's palm And half an arm fell into a British-occupied foxhole before the explosion sent five or six British soldiers inside to Hell.

Before he had time to turn around, a British soldier screamed and jumped into the foxhole where Bollor and Donner were. British soldiers. The opponent's level of bayonet fighting was obviously not very good, but Tang Na, the new paratrooper, was not an expert either. The two of them looked at the gleaming point of the knife on each other's guns, and neither dared to take a step forward.

"Tutu!" Bolor was not a gentleman, and immediately shot and killed the British soldiers who might want to fight fairly. Then, without looking at Donner with a strange expression, he found a direction and continued to fire.

While firing, he shouted loudly: "Don't be in a daze, cover my side! Next time if you don't move, I will kill you first!"

"Of order! Sir!" Donna raised his rifle, looked at the twitching corpse under his feet, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

When another Englishman wanted to pounce on him, Tang Na naturally shot him through the chest. Suddenly he felt that he was no longer afraid or hesitant, and became a complete murderer—but this This feeling is really good, the feeling of pulling the trigger and continuing to breathe is really good.

At this time, Boroll returned the magazine, put his last magazine in the gun, bent down and picked up the Lee Enfield rifle that fell on the ground, propped it by the edge of the foxhole, and then fell on the ground Keep firing, he can't remember how many people he has killed tonight, only one after another, one after another.

The recruit William Downer who was in charge of covering him didn't know how many people he had killed, because just around their foxhole, there were no less than five British soldiers' corpses lying here and there.

The second British soldier who rushed into the foxhole was stabbed to death by Donner with a bayonet, and the blood sprayed from the bloodletting slot on the bayonet spattered him and Bollor in the face. By this time Boller had fired all his cartridges, and with the English rifle he held the front of the position until a round pierced his arm.

The sky still didn't light up, the dawn didn't come, the Germans still held their ground, and the British still didn't get the results they wanted. Many things were expected, but no one expected the loss to be so huge.

As the British retreated, Boroll lay gasping for breath in his foxhole, and Donner sat with his rifle in his arms, the blood drying and spattering on his face, I don't know how many layers there are.

When the 1st platoon leader found Boroll with a few soldiers, he didn't know how heavy the loss of his company was. There were no living people in the entire 2nd row, and there were only 30 soldiers left in the 1st row and the 3rd row combined, almost everyone was injured.

When he set off to board the plane, his paratrooper company had a total of 123 soldiers, but now he has only 32 left. So many soldiers who knew and didn't remember their names, so many young faces, on such a night with almost no end, they just became the dust of history. No one can remember these poor people who left their hometown and gave their lives for the head of state. Even if it will be recorded in the annals of history in the future, it will be nothing more than an unimpressive number of casualties.

"Retreat." Boroll just said this, and then passed out. And these scarred German paratroopers were so silent, helping each other to leave the position where they held on for most of the night.

These people staggered, returning slowly and indifferently to the place where they started in the evening, and on both sides of them were the second defensive positions of the German paratroopers. On this position is another paratrooper company, another insurmountable mountain, a real Great Wall of Blood.

The British barely saw their target town of Bit at 2:15 in the morning. After paying the casualties of more than 900 soldiers, they realized that it was not a supposed battalion of German soldiers blocking here, but A company of German paratroopers that is not full size. At this time, the British knew what kind of army they were fighting, and only then did they really realize how far they were from the coast.

German soldiers took the land inch by inch with their blood, and if they want to take it back, they will naturally have to pay more blood inch by inch. This is the principle of the German paratroopers, this is the principle of the Germans, and this is the principle of the head of state, Arcador Rudolph.

In a life-and-death battle, no one backs down. The two sides continued to fight each other for every inch of land. The actual control area of ​​​​the German landing force was compressed by the British counterattack force for a whole circle, but the British could not see the beautiful coastline.

The morning finally came, and the rising sun brought countless hope and new life to the world. The German bomber fleet appeared in the distant sky on time. In the port of Rotterdam, the second wave of landing troops slowly drove out of the port with the aircraft carrier, and a new round of battle was about to begin.