Four Hundred and Eighty-Four

"The spirit of Nelson is with us!" A British military officer shouted in a low voice. On the opposite side of him, more than forty British soldiers began to install bayonets on the front end of Lee Enfield's rifles following the password.

"Gentlemen! It is my honor to be able to fight with you!" The officer smiled and drew his bayonet from the bayonet scabbard, and then installed it on the muzzle of his gun while talking: "This is our last time We have fought together, and if God bless the British Empire, at least our descendants will have a chance to fight together!"

"Long live the British Empire!" everyone shouted in low voices. Then following the officer's order, these British soldiers rushed to the ruins ahead.

Everyone was rushing forward with their weapons in their hands. They could not hear other sounds, only the whistling of the wind. They knew what was waiting for them on the opposite side, but the honor hidden deep in their bones did not allow them to retreat step.

It has been a hundred years, and they have been the hegemons of this world for a full hundred years. If men like them who have never bent their backs kneel down and be dogs, it would be easier to face the enemy's bullets calmly.

The ruins under the feet rolled down under the powerful pedaling, making a pleasant crashing sound. A soldier staggered a few steps because of the unevenness of his feet, but still struggled hard and continued to rush forward. All of them knew that beyond the ruins in front of them, the other ruins on the opposite side were the positions of the German army, but they were still fearless, even if they only killed one German, everyone thought so.

"Boom!" A gunshot rang out. Obviously, it wasn't the British soldiers who were out of ammunition and food, who fired the shots, so the British soldiers who had just climbed to the top of the ruins did not hesitate at all, shouted victory, and accelerated towards their intended target.

"Boom!" Another gunshot came from the opposite side, and a British soldier clutched his chest and rolled down the slope. The rest of the British soldiers turned a blind eye and continued to run towards the firing Germans with guns in their hands.

run, run. It seems that running is the instinct of these British soldiers, it seems that this is the only thing they want to do and the only thing they can do at this moment. These soldiers kept moving forward mechanically, ignoring the companions who fell down with the sound of gunfire.

"Kill!" The British military officer rushing to the front shouted loudly while rushing down the slope of the ruins with a bayonet inserted in his rifle. He seemed to be venting, venting the depression and grievances of these days, venting the pent-up resentment in his heart.

Another bullet flew head-on, piercing the helmet on the head of a British soldier who was following the officer, and blood sprayed all around like raindrops, but these British soldiers who were desperate to die still carried their helmets. The rifle ran forward, and no one stopped to look at those comrades who were destined to be unable to stand up again.

"Kill!" Everyone shouted,

They no longer had the possibility of a sneak attack, so they no longer deliberately lowered their voices. Their throats were extremely hoarse due to lack of water, but the voices of the remaining thirty or so people still seemed to be shaking. They put all their love for this country into this roar, as if only this shout of killing resounded through the sky can prove their loyalty.

"Bah! Bah!" The gunshots from the German army on the opposite side became more and more intense, and several British soldiers were shot and fell on the road of their charge. These soldiers who were shot were very silent, and they did not make a sound. The sound just fell to the ground, fearing that the screaming of pain would distract the attention of his comrades-in-arms.

Soon, they were rushing down the slope and began to rush on their backs towards the top of the ruins where the Germans were. Because they were attacking upwards, their charging speed slowed down quickly, but these British soldiers still held their guns and approached the German position step by step.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The German G42 machine gun roared, making a unique sound like tearing linen. "Acador's Saw" lived up to its name, smashing a British soldier into a sieve in an instant.

As the machine gun swung sideways, the tracer bullets also drew straight beam lines during the day, passing through the bodies of the British soldiers. One after another, British soldiers were hit by bullets. They twisted and fell to the ground, and then rolled down the ruins due to their weight, leaving a long bloodstain, which looked extremely eye-catching.

"Long live the British Empire... Your Majesty the King..." The leading British officer may have seen the bullets coming towards him, so he shouted the slogan loudly, but he was obviously still a little slow, and he just shouted half a sentence. Having been pierced through the chest by a bullet, he swayed twice and supported himself with the rifle.

He knew that if he fell down like this, he would roll down like a stone, so that he would not be able to see his soldiers rushing to the German positions, and then he would not be able to watch his soldiers kill the Germans. So he persisted, hoping to see the moment when British soldiers leaped into German trenches.

The machine gun knocked down a row of British soldiers like cutting wheat. Soon, the strafing began again from the other side. At first, the German machine gunner fired from left to right. Now he adjusted and started to shoot from the right. Swing the muzzle of the machine gun to the left.

Ever since machine guns began to appear on the battlefield, intensive charging has become a waste of force and useless behavior. Facing the firepower network formed by machine gun bullets, human courage has become worthless... Well, in fact, this The sentence is indeed a bit exaggerated, because it is worth at least the price of a bullet.

After two rounds of shooting, there were very few British soldiers who rushed in front of the German army, and the remaining few soldiers obviously didn't need to waste machine gun firepower, they could just be handed over to other soldiers. So the German machine guns stopped attacking, giving the rest of the credit to other friendly troops.

"Boom!" There was another gunshot, and a German soldier with a G43 semi-automatic rifle was a little nervous because it was his first time on the battlefield, so he missed the bullet. He hesitated for a moment after re-aiming, then pulled his trigger anyway.

"Boom!" This time he hit his target, the bullet hit the British soldier's body, he even saw the hole penetrated by the bullet, and the blooming blood. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and held his rifle for a long while without moving his body.

More than forty British soldiers launched a charge. At this time, only one British man is still holding a rifle and trying to climb up the ruins. He faltered a little, out of breath from running. However, he still did not betray the oath he made when he set out, and he was still persistently moving towards his goal.

No matter what, I had to kill an enemy. There were more than forty people when we set off together. So many people couldn't die in vain. I wanted to kill a German anyway to avenge so many dead comrades! He kept admonishing himself in his heart, and then walked forward with difficulty holding the rifle.

Drive off the invaders! Defend your hometown! He shouted loudly in his head. He didn't know why the Germans came from afar to invade Britain, and he didn't know why the government was still unwilling to surrender after smashing London into ruins, but he only knew that he had made an oath to guard this territory to the end of his life.

After all, an oath is an oath, right? So he felt that he should not retreat, he should use his actual actions to tell those Germans on the opposite side that the British are not cowards! Stumbling under his feet, he stepped on a piece of gravel and rolled down, and he felt that one of his feet was sprained.

Limping, he struggled to stand up and saw a German officer pointing a gun at him directly in front of him. That is an mp-44 assault rifle. My brother died at the muzzle of this kind of gun. Many comrades want to get one of this kind of rifle, because this kind of weapon is really very useful in urban street fighting. It's easy to use.

The muzzle was black and looked a little scary. The British soldier was still staggering forward. He was only a dozen meters away from the opponent. As long as he worked hard, he could insert his bayonet into the German officer's chest... He is an officer, presumably If it can be successful, those comrades who died are worth it, right?

"Tutu!" With two consecutive gunshots, the British soldier felt that he was punched hard in the chest twice. The huge force stopped him from moving forward, and the feeling of spinning the world hit him, making him take two steps back involuntarily.

No, I promised the company commander when I set off, I will never take a step back even if I die! He's not dead yet, but he broke his promise... the company commander wouldn't blame himself, would he? Can I still go to heaven?

He struggled and took another two steps forward, then raised his head vigorously and looked at the expressionless German police officer opposite.

He laughed, disregarding the blood in his mouth, he opened his mouth and smiled, so he wouldn't be considered retreating, right? He stretched out his hand and leaned forward, as if he wanted to grab the German police officer who was close at hand, but he found that his efforts were completely futile, even if the other party asked him to grab the collar, he would not He didn't have the strength to stab the bayonet into the opponent's body.

"Victory!" He yelled out the word very calmly one second before the darkness hit. He was eager for victory, and for his own blood to bring the victory that his motherland deserved. Soon he lost all consciousness, and his gradually icy body fell on the ruins.

The German officer picked up his weapon, passed the corpse closest to the top of the slope, walked to the corpse of the British officer who was still leaning on his gun and refused to fall, stretched out his hand, and there was no mercy left. The shell of the soul, torn down. Watching the body roll to the foot of the ruins.