At this moment, Lyman had a little sense of security. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info then he held the assault rifle in his arms, paying attention to the situation around him as he sorted out the magazine in his duffel bag.

Before he could arrange his weapons and ammunition, in the darkness not far away, a terrible sound suddenly burst out.

A British anti-aircraft gun position appeared to have reloaded its magazine and was firing heavily into the sky.

I don't know if it's lucky or very unlucky. The location where Lyman landed was only a few dozen meters away from this anti-aircraft artillery position.

The glowing shells from the British anti-aircraft guns were flying into the sky not far away, and the light made Lyman see some of the surrounding conditions clearly, but in an instant, the scenery in front of him was swallowed up by darkness again.

As quickly as he could, he stuffed the spare magazine into the ammo pouch on his chest, and suddenly felt grateful to the Führer for his thoughtfulness—the H-shaped tactical harness allowed him to carry more ammunition than before.

On the battlefield, more ammo means it's easier to survive. He stuffed the magazine into his chest and found a place to hang the oval grenade.

Touching the Belgian-made pistol on the belt around his waist, Lyman felt that he was now armed to the teeth.

So, without encountering any comrades, he planned to launch his own attack. He felt that he should take out the British anti-aircraft gun position that was constantly firing into the sky, and try to prevent the other side from continuing to interfere with his airborne landing.

Placing his bags in a hidden position, he stooped cautiously towards the British position in the distance.

In a suitable position, he carefully checked the distance of about ten meters around the position of the British army, and found that there were no alert infantry positions around the anti-aircraft gun position.

It was a godsend, he ripped off a grenade and pinched it in the palm of his hand, and then unscrewed the round metal cap on it little by little.

The M39 grenade is not an offensive grenade, and does not have the long wooden handle of the German M24 grenade. Because of this, this grenade is easy to carry and is loved by paratroopers and other light infantry.

Of course, this grenade has a shorter throw range than the German symbolic M24 grenade. Once Lyman had the grenade ready, he felt a distance long enough for him to launch an assault.

Taking a deep breath, he could now even hear the sound of British troops shouting orders from inside the opposing trenches. He waited for his opportunity, for the moment when he would burst into an attack.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! "The rhythmic sound of artillery began again, and the British anti-aircraft guns opened fire again, tracer shells in the darkness, flashing light illuminating everything around them.

Taking advantage of this brief light, Lyman fired the grenade and threw it into a British anti-aircraft gun position not far away.

He heard the sound of a grenade hitting metal, and the curious questioning of the British soldier for unknown reasons. Immediately after, before the other party could react, the grenade exploded with a "boom".

The splash of dirt crackled against Lyman's steel helmet. Having avoided the dust, Lyman took his weapon and rolled into the British anti-aircraft gun position.

By the faint moonlight, he could see clearly the staggered figures in the trench, instinctively pulled the trigger, and the flame of the muzzle shone brightly, illuminating everything in front of him.

The British anti-aircraft gun shooters lay in the bunkers, some of whom may still be alive, but were blown up half-dead by Lehmann's grenade.

While the men were still groaning, Lyman was already attacking himself, firing at every British soldier lying or leaning in his bunker until he ran out of magazines on his assault rifles.

After all, he is just a person, and he can't have the slightest fluke or hesitation at this time. He must take out all the enemies in order to survive this battle.

It wasn't until he withdrew the magazine from his weapon, then pulled a new one from his chest, stuck it in the body of the gun, and pulled the bolt, only to find that everything had fallen silent.

By the moonlight, he could barely see everything around him, and the British soldiers who were lying on the ground were silent, and they had obviously been killed.

Leaning against a small corner of the trench, Lyman carefully examined the entire trench, and by this time he was not sure if there were any fish that had slipped through the net, hiding in the corner, waiting for his carelessness.

"Hero!" Outside the bunker, a voice shouted out the password for tonight's action in German, and Lyman subconsciously lowered his voice and replied: "Flag!" ”

Several stooping soldiers jumped into the bunker, one of them carrying his own supply bag. After they jumped into the bunker, they were startled by the corpse at their feet.

"Hell!" Because he did not see the friendly soldier who answered his question, he stepped on the corpse of a British soldier with one foot, and the German paratroopers led by him shouted in a low voice.

Apparently, the grenade exploded here, attracting German soldiers, but also nearby British soldiers.

Before Lyman could remind his comrades, the British soldier who had touched from the other side of the bunker opened fire on the other side.

"Phew!" The other party's Lee? The Enfield rifle rang out crisply, and a bullet hit a German soldier, who fell in response, and fell next to the anti-aircraft gun with a muffled thud.

The anti-aircraft gun bunker appeared to be a covered enemy infantry position, and the bunker itself seemed to be connected with the infantry guard position with a trench.

Without nonsense, Lyman picked up his weapon, fired in the direction of the enemy, and simply pulled the trigger. The muzzle of his gun lit up again, and a dense burst of gunfire followed.

"Suddenly! Dodo! Suddenly! The bullets flew towards the vague target in the dark night, and it was all a matter of feeling, and after Lyman poured half of the bullets from the magazine, he quickly moved his body and avoided the original position.

He felt that in this kind of war in the dark, the other side could only rely on his feelings to fight back, as well as the muzzle flame he had just seen.

Therefore, he instinctively moved his body quickly, using the anti-aircraft gun in front of him as a cover, and dodged the oncoming bullets as much as possible.

It is a pity that he overestimated the British soldiers and underestimated the strafing that he had just prepared. That string of bullets knocked all the three British soldiers who rushed over to the ground, leaving no chance for the other side to fire back.

Assault rifles are second only to shotguns and submachine guns in such a narrow area. Compared to the other party's Lee? The Enfield rifle came, much stronger.

Before the German paratroopers who jumped into the bunker could react, Lehmann had already killed the British soldiers who had come to confirm the battlefield.

In the midst of the chaos, the surrounding British soldiers seemed to finally realize what was happening, and a flare flew into the air, illuminating all the surrounding areas at once.

With the light of this flare, Lyman finally saw clearly which unit the friendly troops around him were from—they were also soldiers of the 1st Battalion, but they belonged to different platoons.

"Where's your commander?" Lyman lowered his body and asked the bewildered recruits.

Several of the recruits apparently haven't figured out the current situation yet, and two of them are trying to rescue their comrades who have fallen in a pool of blood, the unlucky guy who was shot just now.

The rest looked at Lyman, and finally someone answered, "Sir, we don't see our commander!" ”

The battlefield was so chaotic that Lehmann didn't see where his soldiers had landed, but the German paratroopers had fought too many times in this chaos, and they had their own way of dealing with it.

"That's it! Listen to me until you meet your commander! After simply deciding "who is the boss", Lyman began to lay out tactical tasks.

He pointed to the communication trench on the side of the bunker that led to the trench: "You two! Form crossfire and block this direction! ”

The two soldiers finally recovered from the task and took advantage of the light of the flares to hold the gap where the British might attack.

Lyman looked for a corner, suddenly poked his head out, and briefly observed the guard position of the British army opposite.

He saw the British soldiers over there pointing and shouting, as if giving orders to attack. The other party saw Lyman with his head poked out, and Lyman also saw the British officer who gave the order.

The distance between the two sides was a little closer than expected, almost the throw distance of the M24 grenade. It's a pity that Lyman didn't have such a grenade and could only get a little closer, using the M39 to solve the problem.

Retracting his head, Lyman swore never to do it again, knowing that at this time the other party had already pointed a gun at his position, and he would be greeted by bullets flying from all directions.

Lowering his body, Lyman found a suitable place and prepared to go: "Cover me!" Can you fire as fast as you can and suppress the British troops on both of my flanks? ”

Not knowing whether these were not his subordinates and whether he understood his orders or not, Lyman rushed into the communication trench connecting the positions of the two armies with his assault rifle.

The sound of weapons firing could be faintly heard in his ears, and he pointed his STG-44 assault rifle at the other side of the trench.

About halfway through the run, Lyman got down on one knee, leaned against the side of the trench, tore off another grenade hanging from the belt, ripped off the fuse, and threw it.

The grenade rolled on the ground and rolled its way into the British trenches in the distance......