Six Hundred and Twenty Five Injured

A German soldier jumped out of the foxhole with his G43 rifle. He ran forward nimbly and quickly, trying to lower his body to avoid the flying bullets. The soldier held on to his steel helmet with one hand until it stuck to the wall at the other end of the road before he stopped panting heavily.

"About 40 British soldiers, with light machine gun firepower, it is always right to be careful." Panting, he reported the reconnaissance results to his commander. After all, not all news can be known in advance. On the battlefield, Soldiers can only rely on themselves.

"Is there a defensive position here or here?" The platoon leader asked, pointing to the street map roughly drawn by hand. This map was not prepared by the intelligence department. In order to find out their current situation, the German offensive force paid the price of 2 soldiers killed.

The soldier covered in dust nodded, pointed to the hand-painted sketch and said: "They have actually set up a defensive position here. Very experienced infantry, it is best to wait for the paratrooper chariot to come up before launching an offensive attempt." Give it a try."

"There won't be any paratrooper chariots anymore. It's okay to suppress the firepower of that thing, but it's not so good to cover the infantry's attack. After all, the armor is too thin." The platoon leader closed the map helplessly, pointed to the collapsed building on one side, The opening arrangement said: "The G42 machine gun team goes up, and will be responsible for suppressing the opponent's machine gun position for a while! Val! You are responsible for leading the people from the 1st squad to attack from the right, and I will lead the rest to attack from the left!"

The buildings over there had been destroyed by bombs dropped by German bombers, leaving only a mountain of rubble, an excellent defensive position. After the platoon leader gave the order to attack, he looked up at a hidden location in the distance, where there was a sniper team ambushing for reconnaissance and cover.

In the corner of a window, a hand was stretched out and a gesture was made. This proved that the sniper team did not find any suspicious targets, and the hill of rubble was considered safe.

After seeing this gesture, the platoon leader nodded and waved his hand lightly. A German soldier who was waiting for an order by the platoon leader carried his G42 machine gun and ran towards the rubble. Behind him, a man in a suit A German soldier in a hooded raincoat carried an ammunition box and ran over with him. Both of them were cautious, bowing their bodies and changing their forward speed from time to time.

These battle-hardened veterans have their own unique experience, which allowed them to survive on the cruel battlefield. They are the real support for the German army's invincibility, and they are also the skeleton and backbone of the entire army. Each of them has become extremely proficient in fighting skills, and it has become a habit to bow their heads and run quickly, engraved deep in their souls.

The only thing that can kill these veterans is luck. No one can predict where the shrapnel will come from. No matter how advanced the trenches are, they can't prevent the shells from hitting directly. Therefore, these veterans believe in God and luck, because the only thing they can't change is A small probability event that cannot be determined.

The two arrived at the designated location with the fastest speed,

He didn't care about the dust and weird smell on the rubble, and lay directly on top of the ruins. In order to lower his shooting posture, the bipod on the g42 machine gun was not opened, and the murderous weapon was just placed on the ground and placed in the middle of two stones.

"Okay! The machine gunner is in place! Ready to attack! Move your feet as fast as possible, don't stop easily! If you are hit, don't move around, it will only make you die faster! See the enemy Just fire violently and report loudly where you found the enemy! Don’t shout needlessly, it’s meaningless!” The platoon leader turned around and told the newly recruited paratroopers behind him, after all, he didn’t want these soldiers to be in the first place. In the first airborne operation, it becomes the number of casualties.

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

Following her order, a group of German soldiers rushed out of the walls and bunkers they were relying on, and rushed towards their target quickly. They rushed across the open road at top speed, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The machine guns of the British defenders fired, and the bullets swept over, shooting a row of white smoke around the leg of a German soldier. The German soldier ran forward frantically, trying to avoid the blow to his bullet.

In fact, even he himself didn't know why he was so unlucky this time. Among dozens of friendly soldiers, he was the first to be targeted by the British machine gun shooter. As he bemoaned his bad luck, the bullet hit his knee, piercing his bones with little effort, leaving two blood-soothing holes in one leg.

"Ah!" He screamed, and threw himself forward on the ground. For a while, he couldn't feel the pain coming from his leg, because the nervousness and excessive secretion of adrenaline made him in a very excited state. .

But he knew clearly in his mind that he had been shot, and being shot at such a time was not good news. The good news is that this is not the first time he has been shot, so he didn't panic at all, just rolled on the spot and found a place that could somewhat cover his figure.

"Medical soldier! I've been shot! I've been shot in the leg!" At this moment, the only thing he can do is to call the medical soldier, but whether the medical soldier can come in time to answer his call is another matter . After all, the battlefield is very dangerous, and medical soldiers should try their best to consider their own safety before they can further treat the wounded.

"Thuk! Thuk!" Not far away, the G42 machine gun position covering the German attack opened fire violently. The familiar sound of tearing linen excited the German soldiers. After all, they could suppress the German machine guns at such a distance. There are not many weapons, and obviously the British on the opposite side don't have them.

So as the British machine gun position was hit by German bullets with a white smoke, the German casualties stopped immediately. After all, although the rate of fire of the Lee Enfield rifle is not slow, it is better than the G43 and the German paratroopers. The mp-44 assault rifle came, after all, it was a bit short.

Under the cover of their own superior firepower, the German soldiers quickly rushed to the position. The British soldiers held their rifles and wanted to resist, but they were shot down by the German soldiers. As more and more German soldiers jumped into the British army In the trenches, the defenders finally began to crumble.

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

"Bang!" A German soldier held his G43 rifle and smashed the head of the surrendered British soldier with one shot, and then looked at his comrades beside him: "What did he say? I can't understand English!"

"He's surrendering! Idiot!" The veteran beside him replied helplessly, "Look at the gestures clearly! I say read their gestures clearly!"

More and more British soldiers raised their hands high. At this time, the German army discovered that there were many more enemies facing them than they had discovered during reconnaissance. When the German platoon leader came from the other side, he counted the number of prisoners. About 50 British soldiers surrendered, and 15 were killed.

Then the platoon leader came to the side of the only unlucky guy in the attack and watched as the medics bandaged his wound. He knelt down and joked beside the painful veteran: "Hey, let me tell you, last time you were shot in England, why are you so unlucky?"

The veteran was a bit dumbfounded. He still had the Medal of Freedom for airborne Britain on his chest, as well as the War Wound Medal for being wounded in the British battle. Presumably this time I will have another war wound medal, right? The veteran thought helplessly.

"His leg was injured, and we have to wait for the barrel cart from the regiment headquarters to pick him up. He can't walk by himself." The medical soldier fixed the wounded soldier's thigh with a wooden plank picked up from the ruins, and performed a hemostatic bandage. He raised his head and said.

The current equipment of the German paratroopers is no different from that of the light army, even more powerful in firepower and more abundant in supplies. The powerful German Air Force transport aircraft unit can send the barrel car to the front line in the first time, helping the paratroopers improve their mobility on the ground.

While several people were talking, an open barrel truck drove over from a distance, and a German police officer was sitting in the back row, carrying a Mauser 98k rifle. Seeing the guns and military ranks, several German frontline soldiers knew that it was their battalion commander who had arrived. Sure enough, the one sitting in front was his company commander, and the ones sitting in the back row were battalion commander Boroll and his follower, Donna.

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

"Obviously not now, sir." The platoon leader pointed to the wounded soldiers on the ground and said, "The resistance here has been wiped out. We captured about 50 prisoners, and one was wounded. Can you send them to the field hospital?"

"A veteran who was airborne from Britain?" Looking at the battle wound medal on the wounded soldier's chest, Boroll smiled: "Can you get in the car by yourself? I will take you to the field hospital. I just want to go there to report to the head of the regiment." Results."

"Yes! Just drop by." The veteran got into Boroll's car with the support of the medical soldiers, and soon followed the car of the battalion headquarters all the way to the field hospital of the regiment headquarters. The wind blowing on the face on the road made people feel relaxed and happy. Not far from them, a helicopter passed by at low altitude, and the upper and lower layers were full of stretchers with serious injuries.

In any case, it seems that the combat equipment of the German paratroopers is getting more and more advanced. Boroll thought happily.