Climbing over a small wood, Lyman took a cautious step with his STG-44 assault rifle, looking at the positions of the mountains where the enemy might be hidden. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind him, German paratroopers with rifles appeared one after another, covering each other with their muzzles, and walked out of the woods where they were hiding.

Then, with a simple gesture from the squad leader, they quickened their pace of progress, and it was not until before the slope that they found some stones and trees and put up a simple defensive formation.

More German soldiers then rushed out of the woods, and soon they were slowly approaching the commanding heights of Malta, Mount Tingueley.

The height of this small mound is 244 meters above sea level...... The sheer height may be a bit reluctant to call a mountain, but it is indeed an important vantage point in Malta.

The source of two important rivers on the main island of Malta originates here, and it is possible to get a panoramic view of southern Malta.

After the shelling just now, the command of the German paratrooper front decided that there should be an observation post belonging to the British army to provide correction and guidance for the British artillery.

So a German paratrooper battalion, that is, the one in which Lehmann was, was ordered to seize the commanding heights of Tinguely Hill and destroy the British observation posts.

"If I were a British defender, surrendering at this time would be the best option." Leaning against a tree and holding his assault rifle, Lyman said to his comrades while searching for a target with his eyes.

After saying this, he saw a figure appear on the side of the road up the mountain, in the shadow of a stone.

Subconsciously, Lyman took his weapon and aimed at the black shadow, and then pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

Lyman didn't think there would be any sightseeing civilians or so-called curious children at this time. His habit made him subconsciously shoot first, which was the only way for him to save his life.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The muzzle of his assault rifle jumped, and a dazzling tongue of fire erupted, soon leaving a cloud of white smoke on the edge of the stone.

Then the gunfire rang out intensively, and a British heavy machine gun behind the rocks, and the British machine guns on the hillside formed a deadly crossfire, condescendingly attacking the German paratroopers.

The dense bullets made it impossible for the Germans to raise their heads, and the other side now deployed a well-guarded position here to stop the German advance.

"Lyman! Fire suppression! Cover the machine-gun crews to set up firing positions on the flanks! The squad leader waved his hand and ordered Lyman.

The bullet hit the squad leader's side, splashing rubble and smoke. He turned his head in disbelief and let his soldiers move as far as they could to a better position on the other side.

"Get moving! Move fast! Watch your step! Don't get hit by a bullet! He encouraged the soldiers beside him as he got up and ran to a better position.

Lyman was not idle, he picked up his weapon and shot the remaining bullets in the magazine at the large rock that blocked his vision, before crouching down and began to change the ammunition.

His shot sensed danger in this machine-gun position on the flank of the British defenders, and the short pause bought the German paratroopers valuable time to react.

The German paratroopers who had been gathered together scattered a little, and the soldiers with assault rifles began to return fire, and the dense bullets hit the ambush position of the opponent, which barely suppressed the opponent.

"Machine gun crew! Cover guys! Lyman! You are the first, push the defense line to a distance of 50 meters! Let the new guys do the work! The squad leader shouted to Lyman in the distance, and loudly ordered the machine gun shooters around him.

The machine gun shooter opened the machine gun bipod and placed the expensive but excellent MG-34 machine gun in a wide firing range.

The secondary shooter next to him lifted the lid on the body of the machine gun, tucked the chain into the barrel, and pressed the cover against the chain.

"Dash...... Dada! The sound of intensive firing suddenly reminded me that the terrifying rate of fire of the MG-34 machine gun made this weapon fire without obvious gunfire.

Although the MG-42 machine gun was better and more famous, the well-made and complex MG-34 was also a successful weapon.

Although it is not as good as the famous MG-42 machine gun in terms of cost and production technology, it is also a terrifying killing machine.

When the dense gunfire was remembered, the bullets immediately rained down on the British positions, and a cloud of white smoke blocked the British view, giving the German army a chance to attack.

When Lyman saw the tracer projectiles flying towards the British position, he jumped out of his hiding place and took a step in the direction of the opponent's position.

There was the sound of bullets whizzing by, shouting and machine-gun rifle fire, and for some reason, the sound of one's own heartbeat and rapid breathing.

Of course, with him jumped out to attack, as well as his comrades. There are no cowards here who dare not move their feet, and most of them are battle-hardened warriors.

They went from Holland to Belgium and now Malta, and if anyone was as cowardly as a mouse, he would have died on the battlefield.

As a rule of thumb, the machine-gun crew was able to provide firing support in less than ten seconds, and after advancing about a dozen meters, Lyman found a good spot, pounced on and picked up his weapon.

His mission was to cover the fire of his brother behind him, so he quickly aimed his assault rifle at the British pillbox directly in front of him and fired his own bullets.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The bullet he fired hit the target, and the British machine-gun fire in front of him was noticeably delayed for a moment.

The German soldiers in front of them began to counterattack at the same time, fighting with long guns and short guns against the British positions, and in a short time, they once again suppressed the other side.

"Iron Fist!" A German paratrooper carried a thick bazooka tube and aimed the launch port of the new weapon at a British machine-gun bunker in the distance.

"Reload!" The loader shoved the rocket into the tail of the bazooka, connected the power cord, and loudly reminded his comrades.

Unfortunately, because the environment on the battlefield was too noisy, the soldier in charge of the launch apparently did not hear his reminder.

So the loader had to risk standing up again and smacked the back of the steel helmet of the shooter in front of him on the back of the head.

"Bang!" With a dull blasting sound, the rockets dragged long white smoke and flew towards the British bunker that was constantly spewing tongues of fire in the distance.

"Cool!" Lyman, who was suppressed by the enemy's fire and was squinting bitterly to avoid the flying debris and dust, saw the white smoke and shouted loudly.

His words may have been on the minds of many German paratroopers who had to face enemy bunkers with outdated weapons such as explosive packs while in Belgium.

Now that they have better weapons, they don't have to risk crawling near enemy bunkers and taking down enemy fortifications with explosives packs or blasters.

"Boom!" With an explosion, the rocket exploded near the British's bunker, and a huge smoke covered the bunker at once.

"Attack!" Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the commander of the paratrooper battalion, who was responsible for attacking the main peak of Tinguely Mountain, opened his mouth and commanded his subordinates.

"Frontal assault, cut the flank machine-gun positions surrounding the British, and divide the enemy!" With a sound of orders, the German soldiers launched their own attack.

As several German soldiers got up from where they were hiding and advanced, bullets pierced their chests and left them lying on their backs.

"Missed!" For the rest, half of the German soldiers who had just gotten up all bowed down.

Apparently, the British machine-gun pillbox in front was still there, and the bullets it had just fired killed the soldiers of the attacking troops.

"Didn't destroy the target! Launch again! Lyman also saw the British machine-gun bunkers that were constantly spitting tongues of fire from the front.

The bunker was made of sandbags and wooden covers, and although it had partially collapsed, the place where the machine gun was located was still intact.

"Reload!" This time you don't have to run on your shoulder, so you can dodge and reload first.

After a round of suppressed fire, the shooter got up, aimed at the machine gun bunker in the distance, and then held out for about two seconds before firing a second rocket.

"Bang!" There was another dull thud, and another distinct white smoke. A huge explosion was heard, and the Germans once again tried to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

"Long live Germany!" The officers took the lead in shouting slogans, and the paratroopers rushed to the high ground, where they saw the collapsed British machine-gun bunkers and the British soldiers with bayonets in the trenches.

"Long live Your Majesty!" Similarly, the British gave a cry of courage, and the two armies soon collided.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "Lyman had no intention of fighting the enemy with bayonets, and he poured a magazine of bullets into the trenches.

More than a dozen British soldiers fell in the trenches, and the superiority of German paratroopers' automatic weapons was vividly reflected at this time.

Seeing that their main positions had collapsed, the British machine-gun positions on the flanks also had to stop firing.

Soon, after only a few seconds, they hoisted a white flag and gave up their intention to continue the resistance.

Although there were quite a few British soldiers deployed here, they did not expect the Germans to dare to attack Dingley Hill at noon that day.

The British had just received news that the main German forces were attacking in the direction of Melliha and would not attack Dingley Hill for the time being.

But who would have thought that the Germans would not only come, but a whole 500 people, the size of a battalion.

So, the grief-stricken British paid the price for their miscalculations - they lost the vantage point of Tinguely Hill, and at the same time gave the German paratroopers a full 450 prisoners.