Four Hundred and Twenty Struggling

Of course, not all British * teams are like the Norwich Armored Brigade, which is here to be responsible for making fun. ⊙ At least the soldiers of the 5th Coast Guard Regiment of the British 5th Corps in Cromer are not here to be funny.

After the soldiers of the SS Acador Youth Corps captured Bakton almost without bloodshed, they set the direction of attack on Cromer. However, when they launched an attack on this established goal, they experienced another cruel test like landing on the beach.

The fighting was unimaginably fierce, and the British fought back fiercely in every building in every block. They took squads or platoons as units and stood firm wherever they could.

The records show that a British light machine gunner set up an ambush around the corner and did not even retreat to himself. After he shot and killed 3 German soldiers, he was killed on the ground by a sniper, and he did not move his body until he died.

A British squad resisted desperately in the building. After repelling the German attack, the building was blown up by shells. The entire squad died in the building they were desperately guarding. And next door to them, another team of British soldiers also regarded death as home. After luring five German soldiers into the building, they started hand-to-hand combat. After killing all the German soldiers, they were annihilated by the German soldiers outside with iron fist rocket launchers.

These British soldiers fought desperately for their country to the end. They were shot by German snipers, killed in buildings by Germans with flamethrowers and bazookas, and sometimes they refused to surrender after firing all the ammunition. , until the German grenade was thrown into the basement where they were, still holding the bayonet.

In Bacton, the fighting in the city was declared over in 3 hours, and the British defenders surrendered their weapons to the German army. The same German troops in Cromer, after a full 5 hours of fierce fighting, the British defenders surrendered. The army still sent out a telegram that made Montgomery extremely proud: We are still standing firm, long live His Majesty the King.

However, bravery is not the patent of the British, and the Germans also have their persistence and persistence. There is no doubt about the fighting power of the German army, and if you can name the head of state in this victorious army in Germany, you can imagine what kind of existence this army is.

The whole regiment is a believer of the Greater German Party between the ages of 18 and 20. They love the head of state Arkador Rudolf crazily, and vow to support the head of state more than cherish their own lives. The battle of the real regiment was so brave that it was almost reckless. To them, death in battle meant the same thing as sublimating their souls to be with the head of state. These young soldiers are fanatical and radical, and they can only fall asleep peacefully during the Mass in praise of the Führer every day.

So when the British were fighting against the invaders in their minds, these young people from the Akado youth group were also defending every inch of the territory they thought was the head of state. These young people screamed and jumped out of the trench, ignoring the death of their companions and charging forward, proving to everyone their unreserved love for the head of state with indifference and killing.

It is their dream to kill everything that dares to challenge the head of state; it is their mission to kill everything that prevents the rise of Germany! Their specialty is killing,

They can only destroy and destroy. To prove their loyalty, they need to shed their own blood, and to prove their ability, they need to shed their enemies' blood. So all they need to do is to let the blood flow here.

They used flamethrowers to drive away British soldiers hiding in high-rise buildings, not caring about crying children and civilians at their feet. They pointed their black muzzles at beautiful girls in dresses, and they used hand grenades against widowed and lonely old people on crutches.

Don't talk about pity and sympathy with them. When they were determined to die for the Führer and Germany, they had already sold their souls to the devil. Now they only know that people block people and Buddhas block people! Killing unarmed civilians is as common to them as drinking water or sleeping.

This is war, and this is a war that turns people into ghosts. When people in peaceful times were excited about killing a cat or beating a child, people who got up from the ruins of war only had sad dullness in their indifferent eyes.

Dead, sluggish, his eyes were extremely cold, cruel, and pathetic, and the rest was suffocating sluggishness. What kind of bullshit condensed murderous aura, what shit kingly demeanor, how could such ridiculous things appear on the real battlefield, how could such things in novels really become reality?

When the bullet pierces the head of a comrade less than half a meter away from you, blood and brains splash all over your cheek; when you raise your gun to fly the enemy's arm and penetrate his stomach, watch him fall to the ground and cry Mother until she dies; when you pull off the safety ring and throw the grenade into the room, wait until the explosion wave blows the door, and rush into the room only to see the corpses of children on the ground; when you look at a kind old man who is shaking when he walks After waving a white flag with one hand and holding a grenade in the other, laughing and dying with your comrades...

Do you think you will keep your eyes sharp and deep? Do you think that you will still be discouraged by your murderous look? Do you think you can become invincible in Kungfu in this environment? Do you think you will still be an upgraded version of Bingwang 2.0 who jokes with beauties on the street? Brother, don't be funny.

You don’t even bother to wipe your dusty leather boots, your cigarettes are always in the most convenient pocket full of bullets, you always wear the kind of clothes with the most pockets, and you can’t think of yourself for more than ten days I didn’t brush my teeth, I didn’t shave my beard for several weeks, I turned a blind eye to mosquito bites, my clothes were covered with dried blood and mud, my socks were sticky stuffed into my pockets before I could wash them, and I wore them when they were dry. If you take the gamble, you will immediately find a stripper girl to spend it-you only need to keep a few of these habits, how many perverted girls are willing to fall in love with you?

Most of those who really walked off the battlefield are walking dead one by one. They are used to aiming and firing at moving targets, sleeping in a corner with their guns under their heads, and passing horses in one breath and turning around every corner. I am used to observing my surroundings carefully and try my best to be as sneaky as possible...

Those who can leave this hell alive are the most cautious and skilled killing machines. They do not hesitate to fire on every suspicious target, even the elderly, children and women. They try their best to integrate themselves into the rubble Among them, the beauty is that it is so dirty that it is indistinguishable from rubbish, broken bricks and other sundries.

Combat devastates the soul of every man, turning men into bloodthirsty monsters. Turned a group of bright models who blushed and apologized after stepping on someone else's foot on the bus, into murderous monsters who shot each other through the head and then put two more shots on the corpse.

The machine gun rang out again, and the bullet pierced the air and hit the window of the opposite building, splashing a cloud of white smoke. The grenadier commander stared intently at the suppressed target, then stretched out his hand and hit it lightly. A forward gesture. Behind him, one after another soldiers carried their weapons, bent over and ran to the other side of the street at the fastest speed, and then quickly set up the same attack formation there.

There was another gunshot from the sniper's position on the roof, and a British soldier fell on the window sill at a window with broken glass not far away, his rifle still dangling back and forth around his neck. The head and arms of the dead body stuck out the window, and blood dripped down the outer wall of the building bit by bit. There was more and more blood, like a leaked bottle, and eventually the entire outer wall of the window sill was dyed bright red.

At this point in the battle, the British defenders were struggling rather than fighting desperately. Behind them was their homeland, so they could not and were unwilling to surrender, but they really had no way to drive out the Germans. He can only rely on his own blood and life to delay time every minute.

At 3:15 p.m., the headquarters of the 2nd Coastline Guard Regiment of the 5th British Army sent the last telegram: We have tried our best, the German army is tens of meters ahead, we will hold on until the last moment, long live the British Empire!

Then the regiment lost contact. The battle log of the Acador Youth League on the German side indicated that at 3:21 p.m. Plugged into the building where the headquarters of the 2nd Coastline Guard Regiment of the British 5th Army was located.

"Yes, I understand, I understand. I will tell the general immediately, congratulations on successfully completing the scheduled mission...Long live the head of state, Akado Rudolf." In the front headquarters of the German Army Group A in Buckton, the chief of staff Put down the phone in your hand.

He walked up to General Lundstedt, who was staring at the map and kept gesticulating, and stood at attention and saluted: "Long live the Fuehrer! Your Excellency, the SS Führer Youth League has successfully captured Cromer. The British defenders resisted tenaciously. They About 500 soldiers have been lost, and they are now standing still. Congratulations to the general, our army has exceeded its combat mission."

"Montgomery, this British general who makes the capital a little afraid...you are finally here." Staring at the map, General Rundstedt held his chin and murmured: "Are you going to forcefully cross this river with my second army?" Should the armored division fight head-on? Or is it going to go around and take back Cromer, who is in ruins?"

While the German commanders were struggling, Montgomery was also staring at the map in a daze. He didn't know how many defensive forces Germany had deployed along the river in front of him, but he knew that once he collided with the German armored forces, he would probably He suffered a big loss, so he hoped that there would be no German tanks in the direction of his counterattack. As for the navy cutting off the German transport and supply lines, he couldn't even think about it now.