The well-trained German paratroopers soon launched an attack on the only tank of the British army from several directions with anti-tank rocket launchers.

For this group of well-trained German paratroopers, it was simply too easy to attack the tank with an anti-tank rocket launcher at such a close distance.

Unlike the British, who didn't even have a safety insurance and it was easier to blow up their own people than to blow up the enemy. The German paratroopers are equipped with the third-generation folding ruler iron fist rocket launcher, which has been improved and updated, and it is much more mature in terms of technology and design.

On the other hand, the British infantry, which was supposed to appear to protect the British tanks, did not do its job of protection.

They had no idea that the German paratroopers were carrying anti-tank rocket launchers, so much so that when the German soldiers were aiming and shooting at the window with anti-tank bazookas, the British soldiers did not even interfere.

It wasn't until the Germans blew up the only Martil tank that the British infantry realized how terrible the weapons in the opponent's hands were.

With a loud "boom", the only Matilda tank emitted black smoke, the engine made a strange noise, and then the tank's body twitched in place a few times before it stopped moving forward.

Seconds later, the explosion reached Captain Mitchell, who was in a building to the south. The British company commander hurriedly spit out the half-smoked cigarette on his mouth, trotted to Smith, who was by the window with a telescope to observe the enemy: "What happened? Smith, where did such a big explosion come from? ”

"Captain, big ...... Big things are wrong! Smith put down the telescope in his hand, looked blankly at Mitchell, and said slowly.

"What's wrong? Say it quickly. Captain Mitchell asked anxiously.

"Our Matilda tank was blown up by the Germans!" Smith said in despair, his eyes full of fear.

"What?" Captain Mitchell's eyes widened as light bulbs, and he asked with an expression of disbelief, "How could those paratroopers have heavy weapons?" Without heavy weapons, what do they use to fight tanks? ”

"I don't know where they got their tank-fighting weapons, but I think they probably used weapons similar to the National Guard's iron-clad bazookas." Smith preached helplessly.

"Iron-clad bazooka? That kind of thing really works?! Mitchell shouted in disbelief: "If this thing had worked, the National Guard would have cleaned up the Germans long ago." But I heard that on the Portsmouth side, the German tanks still basically suffered zero losses! ”

Immediately, Captain Mitchell complained dissatisfiedly: "This kind of thing is happening now, and it has a lot to do with the fact that you didn't seriously confirm it when you first observed. You hurry yourself like a way to make amends. ”

"I ......" Smith was about to retort to Mitchell's blame for himself, but he immediately dismissed his foolish idea.

Indeed, in this case, Smith can't refute it, after all, the official level crushes people to death, not to mention that others have beaten more than one level higher than you.

And at the same time that Smith was dumped by Mitchell, the German army's movements did not stop at all.

When the engine of the British tank, the only Martil tank, stopped, and the exhaust pipe could no longer spew black smoke, the German counterattack began.

The German paratroopers were grouped in groups of 3 to 5 people, using the surrounding low buildings as cover, and squeezed the British troops who had fought before.

Mitchell, who had lost his tank, thought that he could not defeat the Germans, so he timidly ordered the whole company to disperse and retreat from the two flanks of the German-occupied complex, and continued to flee after being pursued by the Germans.

In just an hour or so, the paratroopers had occupied half a block north of Erwinton, and in doing so, they had annihilated about 40 British soldiers, while the Germans themselves had only nine seriously wounded and killed, most of whom had been killed in the tank bombardment.

A real head-to-head confrontation with the British did not actually cause much damage to the paratroopers.

Most of the remaining British soldiers were now huddled in the three small buildings south of Erwinton, and the British soldiers who were not in the buildings were retreating in this direction.

"The Germans are so fierce that we can't stand it!" After returning to the south, Captain Mitchell continued to ask the Dover Front Command for help, but the Dover Front Command could not hesitate to refuse Mitchell's request, because by this time they had already begun to surrender to Weygand's French army.

As a senior, the Dover Frontline Command also kindly reminded Mitchell on the radio that if it doesn't work, you can follow their example, surrender once, and be permanently relieved.

Captain Mitchell was desperate, he understood the current situation of his troops, which were now left alone.

"Company commander! We are already grossly understocked with medicines! Smith, who hadn't lost his life yet, quickly rushed into the bedroom on the second floor of the building where Mitchell was.

"Got it." Captain Mitchell nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked Smith a little inexplicably, "Do we have any prisoners?" ”

"Yes! But there were only two wounded Germans. Smith was stunned, and although he didn't understand why Mitchell was asking this, he quickly replied, "While the Matilda tank was still there, we attacked a small house and captured two wounded soldiers who were wounded by the tank. Both prisoners were seriously wounded, so they were not evacuated in time with the other German soldiers."

"Hmm." Captain Mitchell lit another cigarette, then took a sharp puff, threw the empty cigarette case aside, and said with a wry smile: "Finish them off, our current strength is estimated to only be able to kill these two German soldiers." ”

Captain Mitchell did not feel the slightest sense of guilt when he ordered the execution of the wounded German soldiers, but on the contrary, there was a trace of relief in his heart, because it was just a matter of course.

And this is war, when you see a few wounded prisoners or dozens of corpses in front of you, you should not have any pity at this time, because this is the ruthlessness of war, but no one will pity you when a particle is shot through your chest.

"Huh? Good. Smith accepted the order with some surprise, and then muttered quietly, "I thought you were going to hand over these two captives so that you could surrender to the Germans?" ”

"Wait, what are you whispering!" Mitchell suddenly shouted at Smith.

Finding that his whisper was being heard, Smith scratched his hair a little shyly: "I just said to hand over the prisoner ......"

"Why didn't I think of that!" Mitchell didn't even wait for Smith to finish his sentence before he happily interrupted him: "And this kind of operation? Then hurry up and do it! ”