Chapter 58

Tiger route.

The mortars were falling with disturbing accuracy on the road and in the woods where most of the paratroopers of the 3rd Battalion took cover.

At this moment, General Urquhart, the supreme commander of the 1st Airborne Division, has landed smoothly. He and Brigadier General Rathbury are staying in the bunker, discussing the situation in the Arnhem area. Both officers feel uncomfortable with the current slow progress. disturbed.

The failure of communication tools prevented their instructions from being delivered in time.

Half an hour ago, the two lost contact with the troops heading for the Jaguar route, and they only communicated intermittently with the Second Battalion.

"Where did Goff's scouting company go?"

"Have you made contact yet?"

Urquhart turned to look at the correspondent.

"No, it's the same as the situation in the first battalion. It's still not connected."

In the oppressive atmosphere, Rathberry had a strong premonition: the first battalion and the reconnaissance company walking on the jaguar route might be in danger.

Almost subconsciously, Urquhart turned his gaze to the map, and a place outlined in red caught his attention—Wolfheze.

In fact, Major Goff had traveled about two and a half miles along the Jaguar route since his departure, and it was only with the help of the 1st Battalion that he could cover that distance.

The enemy is supported by half-track armored vehicles, artillery and tanks. Hundreds of paratroopers are forced to crawl on the grass. Even if they are fighting back tenaciously, the chance of reaching the Arnhem Bridge is still very small. We can only hope that the third battalion and Second Battalion.

It's a pity that the third battalion walking on the tiger's route was also suppressed and dared not move.

Coincidentally, the enemy of the 1st and 3rd Battalions was Stormtrooper Major Zep Kraft, the unlucky guy who was forced to vacate his station.

This guy is sure that he is surrounded, and conservatively estimates that the ratio between the British army and his partially filled armored training battalion is 20 to 1, even if his subordinates come to report: under artillery fire, the enemy has come to a standstill Pu is still pessimistic and has no illusions about stopping the enemy for a long time.

Probably he didn't know that he was so strong, and the training camp was currently being supported by tanks, artillery and armored vehicles from the Hohenstaufen Division.

In fact, the division was less than two miles from Zepp's own headquarters, and little is known about it for reasons of secrecy.

For the time being, it all depended on Lieutenant Colonel John Frost's 2nd Battalion, which was marching steadily forward, for the spur of the road was not of much importance to the Germans.

Except for the blockage encountered by Lu Li and the others, there were only sporadic artillery fire, which caused a little trouble for the second building.

"Guys, look around!"

"Next stop, the Lower Rhine Railway Bridge!"

On the road along the river, Lu Li greeted his brothers loudly while driving.

With the back-up, Monk walked out of the gloom and resumed his previous escape. As for what was in his mind, no one else could tell.

"Boss, why are we acting as outposts every time? I thought that if the jeep was reimbursed, we would be able to get rid of bad luck, but the battalion commander dispatched three more vehicles."

It's also a treat to hear the co-pilot ask some off-kilter questions after a tough battle.

Thinking of this, Marksman Henry suddenly felt that he was subtly assimilated by Monk.

If one day, he becomes a talkative sniper...Thinking carefully, I am terrified.

"What do you think is the reason?" Lu Li asked.

Monk made an illogical conjecture, but acted seriously: "Lieutenant Colonel Frost hates us, have you or Sergeant Miller offended him?"

There was a huge distance between the two, and the commander would embarrass them when he had nothing to do.

Correspondent Jerry curled his lips. It was the dumbest joke he'd heard all year.

"No, he doesn't hate me and Miller."

Lu Li looked around and replied, "He just hates you alone."

"A tool man who brings bad luck."

Laughter came from behind.

It is conceivable that as time goes by, the nickname Lu Li gave Monk will be widely spread within the 1st Airborne Division.

Perhaps, someday, it will reach General Urquhart that the man who makes people happy has a habit of—

He likes to call soldiers "sons". If he knows the specific name, he will call him by his first name. He never puts on airs, and often asks soldiers for their nicknames.

"If the general knows that there is another person in his team who can bring bad luck, then he will definitely try his best to transfer him away."

Correspondent Jerry looked serious.

And Henry also rarely joked, he said: "Maybe I just locked you in the kitchen and scrambled eggs every day."

"Don't be afraid, when the time comes, I will find a way to dig a hole and rescue you."

Lu Li casually comforted him.

In the other two cars, the atmosphere also improved a lot. After all, most people wanted to drive away. War is never unreasonable. If you deserve to die, you will lose.

All in all, fight hard to complete the task, fight hard to protect yourself.

Time passed slowly, five forty in the afternoon.

Lu Li slowed down the car, not because there were enemies blocking the road, nor because there was not enough gasoline, but because the road was full of dead animals, and they were all incomplete.

Enemy artillery?

Or your own bomber?

Lu Li didn't know the truth, so he could only raise his vigilance.

Soon, Captain McKay, who was in charge of support, drove up to follow. The soldiers under his command belonged to the engineering unit and were familiar with bridges.

"Thank you, brother."

The captain greeted Lu Li first, and then said to Lu Li, "This place is so quiet, it feels unreal."

"The observable hand did not detect the enemy."

Hearing this, McKay stopped the car and took out his binoculars to look towards the railway bridge. The shore was indeed very quiet, and no enemy was found, only water birds and weeds.

A few minutes later, the convoy of six jeeps continued to drive towards the target, and the bridge reflected in the pupils continued to enlarge.

Once it is taken down and held, the importance of the Arnhem Bridge will decline.

It is just one of the three goals. Although important, it can be abandoned. After all, it is enough to ensure that the ground troops have a place to pass.

It's mine, take it!

Lu Li gripped the steering wheel tightly. He stepped on the accelerator to speed up and lead the team to charge. He didn't want to go to the city of Arnhem and become a material in the Flesh Mill.

"God! German soldiers!"

Holding a binoculars and keeping an eye on the railway bridge, Captain Mackay's expression suddenly became painful. He saw a German running up the bridge from the south bank of the Rhine, knelt down in the center, and began to do something.

But Lu Li turned his head, and found that there was a small black spot in his field of vision, and immediately ordered the scouting team to open fire.

"Get rid of this bastard..."

Halfway through the speech, an orange flame shot up into the sky, and the shock wave shook the earth.

"The first bridge is gone."

McKay muttered to himself.

Lu Li let go of the steering wheel and looked at the grand fireworks in front of him. He was in a strange mood, neither happy nor sad, thinking silently: Come ten minutes earlier, could he change his fate.

In the silence, the flame in the center of the railway bridge was extinguished and black smoke rose. Lieutenant Colonel Frost rushed over, but he was more open-minded and encouraged:

"Guys, cheer up, it doesn't matter, we have two alternative targets."

It was half past six, night fell.

The Second Battalion still has two bridges left to seize, one is a pontoon bridge in the suburbs, and the other is a reinforced concrete bridge in the urban area.