"We're going to attack in a few minutes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Borol looked at his pocket watch, holding his weapon through the gap in the bushes, observing the British positions opposite.

The other side did not know about their arrival, and judging by the reaction of the other party, because the paratroopers launched attacks at the same time in all directions, the garrison of the airport was obviously dispersed.

"There aren't many soldiers here...... There are probably only three squads and one platoon of troops. Lyman nodded approvingly, and spoke in agreement.

The German paratroopers really didn't pay attention to such a small number of people, they looked at the enemy positions in the distance, and really had the urge to jump up and capture the flag.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence. Lyman looked at Gunther not far away with a surprised face, and really wanted to walk over and give the bastard a kick.

Because at this moment, Gunther was holding his Mauser rifle, looking at the muzzle of the slightly hot muzzle in a daze.

Gone off! This was Lyman's first reaction, and his second reaction was that the location where they were hiding now had been completely exposed.

Sure enough, almost two seconds later, the British left-wing machine-gun position opened fire violently, bullets hitting the bushes and broken branches peeling everywhere.

Squinting his eyes, Borol decisively gave the order to fire back: "Don't hurry up and fire yet!" Wait for the British to come and take the prisoners? ”

With his shout, the German machine gunners, who had already found a covering position, of course, would not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and instantly returned fire like hail to the opponent.

"...... in five minutes" seemed to want to add something, and the company commander of the paratroopers pointed to the British position in the distance, only to be interrupted by a single shot.

"Who shot?" The company commander looked at the soldier next to him with a confused expression, and then the British army position opposite him became lively in an instant.

"Suddenly! Sudden Sudden Rush! Without any hesitation, the British machine guns roared, and the dense fire strafed the hidden positions of the German flanks on the other side.

And almost at the same time, the machine guns of the German paratroopers also began to pay tribute to each other. Because of the extremely high rate of fire and unique sound of the MG-42 machine gun, at the same time poured a rain of bullets.

Then, braving a dense barrage of bullets, the German paratroopers, carrying their weapons, hunched over their waists began to approach the British positions, and fierce gunfire from both sides echoed over the airfield.

"Maybe it's the soldiers over there, discovered by the enemy, right?" An old paratrooper, armed with an assault rifle, glanced at his company commander and spoke.

"So what are you waiting for! Order the soldiers to fire! Suppress enemy fire and cover the offensive of our troops! In a fit of rage, after the company commander gave such an order, he continued to look at the British positions not far away.

"Phew!" "Phew!" On this side, the Germans also began to shoot, Mauser rifles and British Lee? Enfield rifles all joined in the carnival of weapons performances.

Speaking of which, the British army is now in a state of exhaustion, and the top brass with the Greek defenders is still arguing over whether it is permissible for the Greek troops to surrender unilaterally and give up resistance.

As a result, the German paratroopers began to attack last night - in some places the Greek troops were surrendering to the German paratroopers, and in other places the British troops were desperately fighting back.

The situation was chaotic, except for some important places, which were still firmly controlled by the British soldiers, and at this moment, the airport was the place where the British garrison was relatively large.

As the machine guns roared, the brief peace was finally broken again, and the British defenders, who had been tense all night, finally saw the ferocity of the German paratroopers.

The German machine guns, which had chosen the flank cover positions, only took a split second to hit hundreds of rounds on the sandbags of the British machine gun positions.

The sound of crackling bullets embedded in sandbags, and the splashing of white smoke, frightened the British soldiers to quickly shrink back and hide.

Taking advantage of the fact that the British machine guns were suppressed by the fire, Lyman also knew that his men had just caused trouble, so he shouted to attack, and rushed out of his hiding place with his weapons.

Gunther was also embarrassed at this time, and rushed out with his weapon. At this time, everything is afraid of having a leader, and with two leaders in the charge, the rest of the German army will naturally be brave.

At first, a few people bent down and ran forward, and then a German paratrooper who stood up happened to be hit by a bullet in the steel helmet.

Fortunately, he didn't die, but the steel helmet was rubbed out of its bright color by the bullet. This dinging frightened him to quickly crawl down, and then the Germans who followed the charge also obediently gave up their plans to follow the trend.

Lyman only felt that there were bullets whizzing by his side from time to time, and he didn't have time to dodge it, so he ran forward for a long distance with all his momentum before he stopped at the edge of a pothole.

"Suddenly! Dodo! He aimed his assault rifle at the enemy in the position directly in front of him, pulled the trigger and fired a volley of bullets.

Because they were close enough, the British soldiers, who had just come out and were about to operate their machine guns to continue firing, suffered.

Yes, the bullet flew head-on, hit the opponent directly in the face, and then ...... Blood splattered, and half of his head lay on his back in the bunker.

Lyman was also embarrassed by the fire, the water bottle on his waist was pierced by a bullet, and it was clear that the enemy was also desperately aiming at him, trying to kill him.

Before he had time to adjust his position, Lyman quickly rolled into the shallow pit, then pulled out a grenade, and screwed the round cover with two fingers.

Unlike the pull tab on the American grenade, the German fuse is activated by a wire, so the preparation time for activation is a bit long.

Bullets rained down on the edge of the shallow pit where Lehmann was hiding, and the enemy fire continued unabated until the second German paratrooper rolled in.

Seeing that it was the hapless Gunther rolling in, Lyman ignored him, ripped off the grenade, waited two seconds and threw it hard in the direction of the British defenders' position.

"Boom!" The grenade explosion sent up smoke, the Germans' suppressive fire roared again, and Lehmann's opportunity to move on once again appeared.

"Get on the bayonet! Keep up with me! Changing the magazine, Lyman shouted to Gunther and rushed out of the pit with his weapon in hand.

With bullets in the dirt rising at his feet, Lyman finally rushed to the enemy's position. Taking advantage of the oppressive feeling of the grenade to the enemy, he picked up his weapon and pulled the trigger on the bunker.

There was no time to aim, and there was no need for any aim, and the British soldiers hiding in the trenches were hit in the chest or back by a bullet fired by Lehmann.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The slightly crisp burst of bullets from the assault rifle began to stretch from one side of the bunker to the other.

With his own momentum, Lyman's body fell into the bunker, and by the time he had used up the last bullet, the whole person had lost his center of gravity.

Dizzy, when he got up again, the magazine of the STG-44 assault rifle in his hand was empty, and there were several British soldiers with rifles on his side.

Subconsciously, Lehmann pulled out the Belgian-made pistol on his waist and shot at the British soldiers on the other side of the trench.

There were only seven 9mm pistol rounds in the magazine, and Lyman ran out of them in one go, knocking the rushing British soldiers to the ground.

Before he could find time to change his magazine, Lehmann was pushed to the ground by a British soldier who had slipped through the net behind him.

As soon as he turned over and saw the other party's appearance, the other party picked up a plum on the ground? Enfield rifle, pulled the bolt from the gun.

After scolding secretly, Lyman gritted his teeth and kicked the opponent's ankle with his own foot, and the British soldier who was caught off guard suddenly fell face down in the direction of Lyman.

The other party was condescending, obviously taking the initiative, and when he fell, he gave Lehman a heavy blow, which made Lehmann dizzy.

Then, the other party grabbed Lyman's neck, which suddenly made Lyman breathless. Lyman struggled incessantly, trying to break free from the oppression of the other party.

At the moment of scuffling, Lyman felt the approaching footsteps of the Grim Reaper, he was pressed to the ground in the enemy's trench, and it was estimated that he would be killed by the approaching enemy troops in the next second.

In desperation, he let out a beastly whimper, and in fact he couldn't actually shout decent words. Immediately after, he felt the force of the other party's choke on his neck suddenly disappear, and fresh air rushed into his lungs at once.

The other man fell, followed by Gunther holding his rifle and gasping for breath with his blood-red bayonet. Lyman was stunned, he really didn't expect that Gunther would save his life one day.

Pushing aside the corpse he was crushing, Lyman struggled to his feet, only to find that the other side of the trench had also been occupied by his own friendly forces.

Some German paratroopers were firing in the direction of the airfield, and Gunther was leaning against the walls of the bunker, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Thank you...... Thank you! Lyman took a breath, then picked up the pistol on the ground and thanked Gunther as he leaned against the bunker wall.

When his gaze crossed the bunker on this high ground and landed unobstructed on the airport not far away, his pupils suddenly constricted for a moment: "My God, what is that?" ”

Gunther also broke free from the nervous feeling of killing, and subconsciously looked to the other side of the bunker, so he saw the behemoths parked at the airport and covered with camouflage nets.

"Bigger than our transport planes...... Are these weapons all British? Lyman subconsciously asked Gunther beside him.