On July 23, the German paratroopers on the island of Malta, like a rock, stood still under the attack of British infantry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the afternoon, the attacking British soldiers finally realized a fatal problem: they seemed to be unable to penetrate the enemy's lines!

The German paratroopers relied on foxholes and simple communication trenches, and with their rich combat experience, they could easily face three or even four times the size of their own enemy.

It is a pity that even the whole island of Malta could not find so many British soldiers to defeat these terrible German paratroopers.

After taking out the 7th enemy with his accurate shots, Lyman retreated into his foxhole and replaced it with a brand new magazine.

The burst attack allowed him to save a lot of ammo while also allowing him to kill enough enemies.

Now, as an experienced German paratrooper, Lehmann loved the STG-44 assault rifle in his hands.

The Führer is simply a genius, he can not only draw, he can design military uniforms, but also create such intimate weapons and equipment!

In Lyman's heart, he already felt that the head of his country was an idol comparable to a star.

Although I realized that this weapon was very useful during training, I didn't expect the actual combat effect to be so good.

At a common engagement distance of 200 meters to 300 meters, this weapon can provide accurate point-fire attacks, and suppressive fire at around 100 meters is also ferocious and blazing.

This is simply the treasure of the paratroopers, and no one who has used this weapon will have a good impression of other weapons.

The craftsmanship of the German workers and technicians is really not boastful, and the precision machining and meticulously carved parts give the STG-44 assault rifle almost perfect properties!

Accurate shooting at medium range, this weapon was much more accurate than the later AK series, and Lyman was also very satisfied with the continuous fire and reliability.

It was precisely because of more than 50 of these assault rifles that Lehmann's paratrooper battalion was able to defeat four times his own British infantry with such calmness.

"Phew!" On the edge of the foxhole, where Lehmann was located, a German paratrooper ran out of bullets from his Mauser rifle, and as he pulled out his bullets, he was hit by a bullet that flew from nowhere and fell.

Lyman quickly crawled out of his foxhole and crawled about three meters to the side of the friendly soldier who had been shot.

He saw that the other man was vomiting blood, and there was a hole in his neck that was tumbling like a fountain of crimson liquid.

"Medic! Medic! Lyman shouted loudly, ignoring the bullets that hit him, so that the medics could hear him.

A German medic bent over and crawled to Lehmann's side, and as soon as he arrived, he lay down on the ground, bringing up the dust around him.

"Someone is hurt!" Lyman lowered his body as much as he could, holding his comrade in his arms and shouting loudly.

"I see it! I'm not blind! The medic propped his fingers on the front of his helmet, and in reply, he pressed his hand against the hole where blood was gushing.

"Hell! Hit the blood vessel! The medic felt the warmth and the unfettered strength, and complained.

This is the front line, there is no plasma, no rescue, and what is even more tragic is that he has nowhere to start with a tourniquet - it is the neck, and tying a tourniquet is no different from strangling him.

"Help me hold this down! I'm going to prepare morphine! However, in the spirit of his professional conscience, the medic decided to do his best.

He pulled out his blood-stained hand and pulled out the medical morphine from his pocket.

"Don't worry! Just a little hole! Can you hear me? Look at me! Can you hear me? The paramedics shouted to the wounded as they prepared the medicine.

The other seemed to want to speak, but blood spurted out of his mouth, and Lyman pressed the other party's neck, his face full of worry.

He knew that in this case, the possibility of rescue was very small. The only reason why the medic was still trying was because the poor man lying in his arms had not yet died.

"That's it! All right! You're going to be okay! Sticking a morphine needle into the other's arm, the paramedics held the wounded's hand and comforted him.

The other struggled twice, and then suddenly fell silent. The medic glanced at Lyman, then shook his head: "Get out of here, don't get hit!" ”

Lyman, too, realized that the person in his arms was lifeless, and pulled his finger back from the wound that no longer gushed blood.

After wiping twice on the opponent's uniform, Lyman realized that the bullets that attacked him seemed to have burned a lot.

In the sky, wandering Stuka bombers arrived again, and they fired their cannons on the ground, driving the British back to where they had just set out.

After losing more than 200 men, the British soldiers were wheezing in the place where they had started, only to find that they had not advanced even a meter......

Lehmann's German paratrooper squad lost two soldiers in the combat strength just now, which was the largest loss they had suffered since they landed, and it also indicated that the battle for Malta would not end so smoothly.

Luftwaffe bombers once again came to the skies over Malta, and Stuka bombers hovered in the sky with bombs.

The Maltese defenders, who had lost air supremacy, had no way to stop German aircraft from attacking the targets they found, as most of their anti-aircraft guns were destroyed or captured by German paratroopers.

This was the Luftwaffe supporting the paratroopers, so the area of operation was not in Valletta, which was heavily fortified by the British, but in the middle of the island, which was more remote, so it also made the British even more powerless.

In the main direction of the British counterattack, on the battlefield near Rabat, the British troops who counterattacked these counterattacks achieved nothing, and the performance of the British on other battlefields was even more tragic.

The Germans occupied Melliha and took control of the town of St. Paul's Bay. Now these troops have moved south along the Assel River to the important town of Mosta.

The Germans, attacking from this direction, walked almost half a circle around the island of Malta, but they met little decent resistance.

The British did not expect the Germans to attack on both sides, and when the British commanders realized that the German army might be twice as large as they had suspected, they were faced with circumstances that made them lose sight of these small details.

The British defenders in the small town of Rabat were organizing a second counterattack in an attempt to repel the German paratroopers in front of them, the three-man battalion where Lehmann was located.

However, when they reluctantly drew 1,000 men to continue the attack, they found that they also had Germans on their flanks.

The German paratroopers attacking Rabat were not a battalion of 500 men, but two paratrooper regiments, an army of more than 3,000 men.

A new regiment of these German paratroopers was parachuted to the island of Malta by gliders, and they carried more ammunition and more machine guns.

Of course, at the same time they also brought more Iron Fist bazookas. Two such regiments attacked Rabat at the same time, since the German command was determined to win Rabat.

Only by taking Rabat can we continue our offensive to the southeast and kill important military targets, the largest military airfield on the island, along the road!

It was only when the threat was there that the British were really disrupted and the battle for Malta went down to a pre-rehearsed script.

"Hello? Feed? Is it Valletta? Commander! Here are the Rabat defenders! "Picking up the phone, a regimental commander on the British front reported to the highest commander on the island what he was facing.

"A large number of German troops are trying to defend Rabat! At least 2000 people! "His forces are being squeezed, and Rabat is already in danger.

"Request to retreat! If we continue to fight, our troops will be surrounded in Rabat! His tone was very hurried, apparently frightened by the number of enemies.

......After thinking about it for a long time, the local British supreme commander had to send his subordinates to death: "You are not allowed to retreat!" ”

"Your troops must hold Rabat until my men rush to reinforce it, and then you can withdraw and recuperate!" The commander said firmly.

"Hold on there until the evening! My reinforcements will arrive! Do you understand? He could not afford the consequences of the German occupation of Rabat, which meant that the British on the island were even more passive.

In fact, he didn't have much reinforcements for Rabat, and now he only had more than 1,000 people in reserve, and if he wanted more, he would have to draw from the coastal defense forces to prepare for landing.

"Sir! I can't complete this order! The Germans were twice as large as mine, and my troops were short of ammunition and medicine, and it was simply impossible to hold out for several hours. The regiment commander at the front cried and said his judgment.

"Losing Rabat, you know what it means to us." The British commander pinched the phone and questioned with a frown.

"Sir! The Germans have surrounded this place on three sides, and you know that if we are encircled, it means that you will lose 1,000 soldiers and Rabat! The regimental commander finally fought for his troops.

"Alright! I allow you to retreat! Get out of there! But you can only retreat to Zebdi! No further steps back are allowed! ”

At about 2 p.m. that day, the British were forced to abandon Rabat, an important defensive node.

About 900 British soldiers withdrew from the battle, and more than 100 volunteered to stay behind to delay the pursuit of German paratroopers.

At about 3 o'clock, the German paratroopers captured all the buildings in Rabat, and a huge German flag was laid on the roof of one of the tallest buildings here.