My Third Empire

Chapter 625: wounded

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A German soldier jumped out of the foxhole carrying his g43 rifle. He ran forward swiftly and swiftly, trying to lower his body to avoid flying bullets. The soldier held his helmet in one hand until he hung against the wall at the other end of the road before he stopped breathing.

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

"Is there a defensive position here?" The platoon leader pointed to the block map drawn by hand and asked. This map was not prepared by the intelligence department. In order to understand their current situation, this German offensive force paid the cost of 2 soldiers killed.

The dusty soldier nodded and pointed to the hand-drawn sketch and said: "They are actually setting up defensive positions here, very experienced infantry, it is best to wait for the paratroopers to come up before launching an offensive test Give it a try. "

"There wo n’t be any paratrooper tanks. It ’s okay to suppress the firepower. It ’s not good to cover the infantry attack. After all, the armor is too thin." The opening arranged: "The g42 machine gun group went up and was responsible for suppressing the opponent's machine gun position for a while! Val! You are responsible for taking the first group of people to attack from the right, I will take the rest to attack from the left!"

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

In the corner of a window, a hand was extended and a gesture was made. This proves that the sniper team did not find a suspicious target, and the hill of rubble is still safe.

After seeing this gesture, the platoon leader nodded and waved his hand gently. A German soldier waiting for the command next to the platoon leader ran to the rubble pile with his g42 machine gun. German soldiers with hooded raincoats carried the ammunition box and ran with him. Both men were careful, bowing to change their speed from time to time.

These battle-hardened veterans all have their own unique experiences, allowing them to survive on the brutal battlefield. They are the true reliance of the German team's invincible battle and the skeleton and backbone of the entire army. Each of their combat skills has been proficient to the point that they can no longer be added, such things as bowing down and running quickly have formed a habit and are carved in the depths of their souls.

Only luck can kill these veterans. No one can predict where the shrapnel will come from. No advanced trench can prevent the shells from hitting directly, so these veterans believe in God and luck, because the only thing they ca n’t change is Undetermined small probability event.

The two reached the designated position with the fastest speed, and did not care about the dust and the strange smell on the rubble pile, and they lay directly on the ruins. In order to suppress his shooting posture, the bipod on the g42 machine gun was not opened, and this murderous weapon was placed on the ground in the middle of two stones.

"Okay! The machine gunner is in place! Ready to attack! Move your steps with the fastest speed, don't stop easily! If you are hit, don't move, it will only make you die faster! See the enemy Just fire violently and report loudly the position of the enemy you found! Do n’t yell at needlessly, it does n’t make any sense! ”The platoon leader turned around and told himself a few newly added paratroopers behind him. During the sub-airborne operations, it became the number of killed.

After instructing the recruits, the platoon leader looked at everyone ’s faces with his own eyes, because after a while, he did n’t know if he had a chance to see these familiar faces: “Offense! Quick! Quick!”

With her order, a group of German soldiers rushed out of the wall and bunker they depended on, and rushed towards their goal quickly. They rushed across the open road at the fastest speed without any hesitation or pause.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The British defender's machine gun fired and the bullets swept over and shot a row of white smoke at the leg of a German soldier. The German soldier ran forward frantically, trying to avoid the shot Bullets towards him.

In fact, he didn't even know why he was so unlucky this time. In the ranks of dozens of friendly soldiers, he was the first to be targeted by British machine gun shooters. Just as he bemoaned his bad luck, the bullet hit his knee and broke through his bones effortlessly, leaving two holes in his leg that were constantly spewing blood.

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

But he knew clearly that he was shot in his head, and it was not good news to be shot at such a time. The good news is that this was not the first time he was shot, so he didn't panic at all, and when he rolled in place, he found a place that could cover his figure.

"Medical soldier! I was shot! I was shot in the leg!" The only thing he could do at this time was to call the medical soldier, but whether the medical soldier could come in time and respond to his call was another matter. . After all, it is very dangerous on the battlefield, and medical personnel must also consider their own lives as much as possible before they can further treat the wounded.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" Not far away, the g42 machine gun position covering the German attack fired violently. The familiar sound of tearing the linen made the German soldiers' heart. After all, it was possible to suppress the German machine gun at this distance. Weapons are not uncommon. Obviously the British people on the opposite side do not have them.

So as the British machine gun position was hit by a white smoke from the German bullets, the German casualties immediately stopped. After all, although the firing rate of the Lee Enfield rifle was not slow, it was comparable to the g43 and German paratroopers. The mp-44 assault rifle came, after all, it was a miss.

Under the cover of their own superior firepower, the German soldiers quickly rushed to the position. The British soldiers wanted to resist with their rifles. They were shot down by German soldiers. In the trenches, the defenders finally began to collapse.

"Wait, don't shoot! I surrender!" An English soldier raised his hands high and dropped his rifle.

"Bang!" A German soldier carrying his g43 rifle smashed the head of the surrendering British army, and then looked at his comrades beside him: "What does he say? I don't understand English!"

"He is surrendering! Idiot!" The veterans around replied loudly and helplessly: "Look clearly at the gestures! I said look at their gestures clearly!"

More and more British soldiers raised their hands high, and only then did the Germans find that they had more enemies than they did during reconnaissance. When the German platoon leader came from the other side, he counted the number of captives, about 50 British soldiers surrendered, and 15 were killed.

Then the platoon leader came to the only unlucky side of this attack and watched the medical soldiers bandage his wounds. He crouched down and quipped beside the painful veteran: "Hey, I said, the last time you were hit in the UK, why are you so unlucky?"

The veteran was a little crying and laughing, and there was a Medal of Freedom for Airborne Britain hanging on his chest, as well as a Medal of War Injury wounded in battle in England. Presumably, this time I need another medal of war injury? The veteran thought helplessly.

"The leg was injured, and I had to wait for the barrel truck of the regiment to pick him up. I couldn't walk on my own." The medical soldiers fixed the thighs of the injured soldiers with the wooden boards picked up from the ruins, and then hemostatic bandaged. Raised his head and said.

The equipment of the German paratroopers is now no different from that of the light army, even more fierce in firepower and more adequate in supply. The powerful Luftwaffe Transport Air Force can send barrel trucks to the front line as soon as possible, helping paratroopers improve their mobility on the ground.

While several people were talking, a convertible barrel car drove from a distance, and a German officer was sitting in the back row, carrying a Mauser 98k rifle. Seeing the guns and ranks, several German front-line soldiers knew that it was their battalion commander. Sure enough, sitting in the front was his company commander, and sitting in the back row of the car was the battalion commander Borol and his companion Donner.

"Don't you say you need reinforcements, I took the battalion commander to reinforce you." The company commander jumped off the car and said with a joke.

"It's obviously unnecessary now, sir." The platoon leader pointed to the wounded soldier on the ground. "The resistance here has been cleared. We have captured about 50 captives. One of them was wounded. Can we help you to the field hospital?"

"A veteran of British airborne?" Borol smiled at the medal of war wounded on the chest of the wounded soldier. "Can I get in the car by myself? I'll take you to the field hospital. It's just that I'm going there to report to the leader The result. "

"Can! Just go along the way." The veteran boarded Borol's car with the help of medical staff, and soon went to the field hospital of the regiment along with the car of the battalion. The wind on the road blew his face, making people feel relaxed and happy. Not far away, a helicopter passed by at low altitude, and the upper and lower layers were stacked with seriously injured stretchers.

In any case, it seems that the combat equipment of the German paratroopers has become more and more advanced. Borol thought happily.

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