If you're worried about something happening, then it's more likely to happen and it's going to get worse.

Less than an hour after Wellington prayed, a faint roar of engines could be heard in the southern sky.

Amid Wellington's curse, the roar grew louder and louder. Another group flew into the skies east of the town of Scheldal, cast an umbrella flower under Wellington's blank gaze, and then walked away triumphantly in a circle.

Before Wellington could pick himself up from the blow of the German reinforcement, a lieutenant staff officer ran to Wellington's side and said to Wellington: "The reconnaissance battalion has spotted the Germans southeast of the town of Schedal, and the Germans have moved south after snooping on the town for a while, and the reconnaissance battalion is continuing to monitor them. ”

"How many?" Wellington asked.

"About a battalion."

The clouds on Wellington's face grew heavier. The road starting at Trondheim enters from the south of the town of Schedal and exits in the north of the town to Namssos. Those German troops, if moved south of the town of Schedal, could likewise cut off the road from Trondheim to Namsos.

What to do? Wellington frowned anxiously as he thought about what to do, and his left hand pinched the joints of his right hand vigorously, making a rhythmic quack sound.

"Report." Another staff officer ran to Wellington's side, "General, Colonel Latay wants to talk to you." ”

Seeing the captain's staff officer's anxious expression, Wellington's mood had fallen to the lowest point in his life.

After answering the phone, Wellington's hunch was not wrong, and Latay had indeed come to seek reinforcements.

"The German paratroopers have increased again, and I am under a lot of pressure here, I can't spare extra manpower for you, you yourself find a way to hold out until dark." Wellington mercilessly rejected Latai's request.

After the call, Wellington blushed, cursing in his heart the cigar-smoking idiot in the Navy, if it weren't for the idiotic plan made by that idiot, how could his troops have come all the way to Norway.

It's a thousand kilometers from the British mainland, and it's hard to resupply, it's hard to support the air force, it's just as difficult to retreat, and only that idiot would throw troops where this bird doesn't.

At that time, he had reported to the War Office that he wanted to leave the Poles behind, and then he led his men to retreat to Namsos, but he was refused, on the grounds that he wanted to be careful not to undermine the trust of the Polish government-in-exile in the British government.

This must have been the work of the Navy idiot again, Wellington thought resentfully.

If he had been more decisive, leaving behind the Poles who could only walk on two legs, and relying on the speed of his troops' all-motorized march, he would have boarded the ship home in Namsos by now, and he would have been blamed for not being decisive enough to fall into the current danger.

After complaining for a while, the depression in Wellington's heart dissipated a lot.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wellington tried to calm down, then asked about the itinerary of the 69th Artillery Regiment and the 70th Infantry Brigade, making sure that they were on a rapid march to Schedal.

In addition to the telegram of the reinforcements, the staff officer handed over to Wellington had another telegram from the Air Force.

Seeing this telegram from the Air Force, Wellington's face softened a lot, and he immediately asked the staff officer to forward the telegram to Latai.

In the southeast of Trondheim, on the position of a company of the 55th Royal Anti-Tank Artillery Regiment, Private John Davis lies behind a bush with his head in his hands. Three or four meters to his right, his comrade-in-arms McGregor did the same.

Closing his eyes only sharpened his hearing, and the continuous explosions seemed to ring in his ears.

Davis moved his hands to the sides of his head and covered his ears tightly, trying to block out the terrible explosion.

However, the concussions caused by the explosion of the cannonballs traveled along the earth to his body, and each concussion caused a spasm in his body.

A big hand suddenly slapped his right shoulder, "Ah! Davis let out a scream, "I've been shot." ”

"It's me, John," a loud voice sounded in Davis's ear, "get up, the German shelling has stopped, and they're about to charge again." ”

Davis opened his eyes, looked at his right shoulder, and saw that he was really not injured, and then looked at McGregor next to him.

"Hurry up, the Germans are charged." McGregor crouched to his feet as he spoke, grabbing Davis by the shoulders and pulling him up, and the two ran to the gun emplacements to the left of the bushes.

"Are you still scared?" McGregor asked.

"Of course, if Johnson's blown head falls on you, and his eyes are still staring at you, will you be afraid?" Davis asked angrily.

McGregor made up the scene on his own, then licked his lips and swallowed hard, "Let's not talk about this, I'll operate the artillery, and you reload me." ”

McGregor sat on the left position of the 2-pounder gun, and Davis crouched on the side of the ammunition rack on the right.

"The infantry of the Germans is coming, the Poles will not be able to withstand it, hurry up with high-explosive shells." McGree shouted.

Davis immediately pulled a high-explosive round from the honeycomb ammunition rack and stuffed it into the chamber, shouting, "Reloaded." Then he cautiously poked his head out from the right side of the cannon shield to observe the battle.

McGregor shook the wheel, pointed the gun to the right front, and with a "boom", the shell flew out, crossed the Polish position in front, and fell into three or four charging Germans, two Germans fell in a pool of blood, and the rest of the Germans immediately fell to the ground.

Through the observation hole, McGregor saw the shell hit and immediately shouted, "Hit." ”

After turning the muzzle a little further to the right, Davis shoved a high-explosive shell into the chamber under McGregor's orders.

With a single breath, the cannonball flew out of the chamber.

"That guy was so unlucky, he was hit by a cannonball and his body was blown up." McGregor said with a sigh・・・・・・

The two worked together very well, firing four more high-explosive rounds, and after each launch, McGregor shouted that he had hit.

Davis did not have a look of joy on his face, he poked out from time to time to observe the battle situation, and found that the German figure had changed from the size of a soybean to the size of a thumb, and it was about to rush into the position of the Polish army in front.

"Tanks, tanks of the Germans, get on armor-piercing shells."

Hearing McGregor's piercing scream, Davis shuddered, and immediately pulled out an armor-piercing bullet and stuffed it into the chamber, then looked ahead.

Davis saw that about 400 meters in front of the muzzle, a tank without a turret was twisting its body and turning it head-on to him.

Before the tank could finish turning, McGregor fired the shell.

A black dot flew into the sky from the front armor of that tank, a cannonball that had been catapulted.

"We didn't even penetrate its armor!" McGregor shouted in surprise, "Quick, get armor-piercing again." ”

A moment later, another armor-piercing round of 40 mm caliber was ejected.

"Impossible, you can penetrate it at this distance." McGregory shouted with a glare.

"This tank is different from the previous one, is he aiming at us?" Before Davis could finish speaking, a 105-millimeter shell landed less than ten meters in front of them, and the shrapnel hit the gun shield with a clanging sound.

Davis's head went blank with a buzz, and McGregory slumped to the left of his chair before jumping up and shouting, "Run." ”

Davis's reaction was not slow, knowing that he had been targeted by German tanks, he turned his head and fled behind the bushes.

The two men had barely run ten meters away when a 105-millimeter shell hit the shield of the 2-pounder gun.

With a violent explosion, the 2-pounder cannon instantly shattered, and all kinds of metal parts scattered in all directions.

Davis felt as if a hammer had slammed into his right thigh, and he lost sensation in his right leg.

As soon as his feet were weak, Davis fell to the ground in a dog eating position, holding his right leg tightly with both hands and crying: "I was shot, help." ”

"I'm coming." McGregor turned around and ran to Davis, picked him up, and put Davis on his shoulders and ran backwards.

Seeing McGregor's bloody right forehead, Davis shouted, "Are you hurt?" ”

"It's just a little bit of skin." McGregor shouted as he ran.

"I owe you once, McGregor." Davis shouted.

"It's certainly not the last."

The escape of MacGregor and Davis was only a microcosm of the situation in the southeast, and after German shelling, even the Polish army, reinforced by the 55th Royal Anti-Tank Regiment, could not resist the second round of the German offensive.

The field survey team regrouped to give the lead to four assault guns with thicker front armor, followed by Type 4G tanks, and followed the mountain infantry in a second offensive, storming the Polish positions a little. The breakthrough was achieved in less than an hour.

Seeing that the position was breached, the Polish infantry fled. More and more German infantry rushed into Polish positions and pursued the fleeing Polish army.

Seeing that the Polish army's position was about to collapse on all fronts, a sudden change occurred.

Twelve planes emerged from the thin clouds in the northern sky, and one after another these twelve planes swooped down and swept across the battlefield from west to east, and the bullets from the airborne machine guns swept twelve bloody paths in the charging German infantry, and the momentum of the German offensive suddenly weakened.

When the twelve planes made the second dive, the Germans on the ground had already reacted, and dozens of 20-mm and 37-mm anti-aircraft guns spewed out tongues of fire one after another and swept into the sky.

Soon after the two sides clashed, twelve more planes suddenly rushed out of the clouds, and these twelve planes swooped down with a roar, smashing more than 20 bombs on the heads of the Germans.

In a series of explosions, the German soldiers on the ground flew flesh and blood, and countless stumps and severed arms flew into the sky.

The arrogance of the enemy planes aroused the fighting spirit of the German anti-aircraft gunners, and the two British planes were quickly hit, crashing into the ground with fire and black smoke.

Subsequently, three more enemy aircraft were hit one after the other. At the cost of five aircraft, the British fleet left in a hurry.

On the battlefield southeast of Trondheim City, next to several huge craters, Chen Dao cautiously poked his head out of the Bandit No. 1 and said in shock: "We were caught off guard by the British plane, it was really a capsized ship in the gutter, we were really careless." ”

"Luckily we hid in the car, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable." Captain Lorenz said with a blank face, the bombs were so close to them that the blast almost flipped the car over.

"Go on the offensive, the British Air Force owes the debt, let their land force pay it off." Chen Dao said with his heart covered.

After confirming that the British planes had departed, the Germans continued their attack, only to find that the main force of the Polish army had disappeared except for a few wounded Polish soldiers who could not move.

While the Royal Air Force was holding down the Germans, the Polish troops managed to escape from their positions and flee towards the city of Trondheim.

Unhindered pursuit to the edge of the city of Trondheim, Chen Dao joined Major Schumacher.

Major Schumacher pointed to the rows of tall buildings and said: "They have fled into the city, it seems that they want to fight in the streets." ”

"What about street fighting? They can't win in Poland itself, and they can't win in Norway, and now they're just trapped beasts. ”

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