The firepower of this British barricade was not very strong, the key was that it was very strong, and with the existing firepower of the German infantry, it was difficult to inflict fatal damage on it. In the past, the German infantry would ask for anti-tank guns or medium mortars to support such difficult bones, but now it is difficult to quench the thirst of the near in the distant water, and the German mechanized infantry platoon must find a way to overcome it on its own.

The firepower of the German side could theoretically suppress the British stronghold, but the problem was that the streets were so small that the British blocked the intersection and there was no room for the machine gun crews to deploy. And there are indications that the other side has one or two snipers, or maybe just precision gunners, but what is the difference between the two within such a combat distance of less than 70 meters, they can be killed with one shot.

"Let the machine gun crew of the guard come up, and leave a few people to watch the street corner." The sergeant major replaced the MP40 with a new magazine, and inserted the empty magazines upside down into the leather magazine bag on his chest, which were not invaluable, and the number of spare magazines issued for each submachine gun was limited, and they were not consumables.

The machine gun crew of the guards ran briskly, and the machine gunner knelt beside the sergeant major with his MG machine gun.

"How's Haines doing?" The machine gunner reached out and touched the forehead of the wounded.

"If you can be sent to the field hospital in time, you should be able to survive." The medics were holding a roll of gauze and bandaging the palms of another soldier, just ordinary bullet abrasions, just clean the wound a little and sprinkle some sulfonamide powder and wrap it up.

"Nicholas, can you take your men up there?" Nishizawa gave a thumbs up and pointed to the building against which he was leaning.

"No problem, there should be a back door here, we're going to climb over this wall." The Heavy looked up at the building, a very ordinary British two-storey building. There should be a small backyard on the first floor of a regular house, but there is no courtyard door to be found from here, and the Germans are all thick red brick walls, and half of the walls are painted with white paint for a grocery store. The gate of the building should be on the corner side, which is exactly within the line of fire of the British, and there is no need to think about breaking through from there.

The machine gunner walked to the position in the backyard and handed the machine gun to the secondary shooter.

"Who's going to do it?" The Heavy stretched, twisting his waist from side to side.

"Do you want to flip over?" An infantryman stepped forward and stood facing the wall, bending down to hold on to it.

"Hold on." Nicholas stepped forward and grabbed the other's harness and climbed onto the back of the infantryman.

"Hurry up, you're heavy." The infantry said with a smile below.

"Right away." Nicholas leaned over and grabbed the edge of the wall hard. He fumbled left and right, and the British didn't seem to have laid out any mess on the walls. The Heavy pressed his arms, and the soldiers below him began to straighten up, and after the boots stomped hard against the wall, the Heavy rolled over and sat down on the wall.

"I see the back door, give me the machine gun." Nicholas leaned down, and the second-in-command tiptoed the machine gun into his hand, and then grabbed the machine gunner's boot. Climbed to the top of the wall under the push of the infantry near the wall. The third officer handed a spare drum and barrel box to the second officer, and hung the drum rack with the other two spare drums on the belt at the waist. After pushing down and dragging up a few times, I climbed up the wall as well.

"Take me, maybe I can help." The infantryman who had helped climb the wall handed his 98K rifle upwards.

With the platoon commander's approval, the machine-gun crew reached out to him, but instead of holding his companion's arm, the infantryman took two steps back and then lunged towards the wall. With the help of inertia, he kicked twice on the wall and climbed the wall at once.

"Good skills, I remember you just came in last week, my name is Nicholas." The Heavy held out his hand to the other man with an appreciative expression.

"Maurice, from Merlin." The infantryman shook hands with the machine gunners.

"Paul." The co-shooter leans over to shake hands with his new partner.

"Hans." The second shooter couldn't reach it due to the position, so he smiled and raised his hand to greet the other party.

"Merlin? In Hesse? Nicholas handed the rifle back to Morris.

"Nope. Bavaria. ”

"Nicholas, find a good position when you go up, we'll wait for your signal here." Nishizawa shouted at the Heavy with his head up.

"What signal do I have?"

"Your gunfire is the signal, don't let any of the Brits escape."

"yes, I see. Well, comrades, let's get moving, you have to be careful, there may still be people in the house. The Heavy nodded to the platoon commander under the wall, then rolled over and jumped off the wall.

"Okay, now everyone is ready, and when Nicholas's machine gun sounds, we will start the assault, now concentrate the grenades, who still has a bundle of ropes......" Nishizawa gathered the soldiers around him and began to arrange preparations for the attack.

"Platoon commander, I heard the sound of the engine, maybe reinforcements have arrived." An infantryman ran over and reported to the sergeant major.

"They're finally here, a little late, but it's better than not at all." The sergeant major stood up as he heard the roar of the engine and the screeching of track shoes not far away.

Soon a Vickers transport truck turned out of the north side of the street, the entire body was painted German gray, and the side and front of the body were painted with a large black and white German cross emblem, showing that the British-made tracked vehicle now belonged to the German army as captured equipment.

The transporter was not moving fast, as it was followed by two squads of German infantry, and after the casualties, Nishizawa's infantry platoon was finally gathered here. Because he was originally a soldier of his own unit, it was not a reinforcement, but the overall strength did increase, which made Nishizawa more confident to break the current predicament.

Along with the infantry squad arrived two Vickers tracked carts, carrying the ammunition supplies that the German infantry needed most at the moment and special equipment left in the camp, and four infantry accompanying them, Nishizawa's infantry platoon was in a sense once again full.

"Nicholas could fire at any moment, and there's no time to make any more adjustments." The sergeant major summoned five squad leaders for an emergency meeting.

"You should have already understood the specific situation during the call, and I don't have time to explain it in detail. Now distribute the gear and get everyone ready. When Nicholas's machine gun sounded, the assault immediately began, I don't want to see any British escape, they have to pay for what they have done, and the blood of the German soldiers cannot be shed in vain. That's all that goes for now. The sergeant major stood up. returned the salute to the squad leaders who stood upright, and then walked to the tracked car on the side of the road.

The infantrymen were unloading the ammunition from the wagons, and the medics were organizing two infantrymen to assemble a folding stretcher and then transfer the seriously wounded soldier to the stretcher.

"Although I know you would love to go with you, but now I need you more here, and there will be someone to take care of him when he gets to the field hospital." The sergeant major bowed his head to the paramedic who was immobilizing the wounded with the belt attached to the stretcher.

"I know, platoon commander, I have filled out the injury sheet, and the doctor will make the right judgment and deal with it." The paramedic buckled his belt. Pin a form to the chest of the wounded, fill in the specific injury on the form, and the doctor will make a preliminary diagnosis according to the above description, so the success of the rescue of the wounded is directly related to the professional level of the medical staff.

"Be careful on the road, go and come back quickly, and bring what I need." The two soldiers lifted the stretcher onto the tracked vehicle, fastened the special lock of the stretcher, and Cizer stepped forward and patted the driver on the shoulder. He handed a cigarette to the other person.

"Don't worry, Sergeant Major. Your people will be delivered safely, and I'll see you later. The driver put the cigarette in his breast pocket, smiled and nodded to Nishizawa, then stepped on the accelerator, and the little tracked car turned in the same direction, following the road from which it had come and headed out of the city.

"Now everybody's ready. Wait for the signal. The sergeant major put the belt of the submachine gun on his shoulder, checked the equipment on his body again, jumped on the spot a few times, felt that there was no burden, and then turned and walked to the street. Squatted down at the position where he had just shot.

More than a dozen infantrymen knelt behind him with rifles in hand, and at the signal of the platoon commander, the soldiers drew their bayonets from the scabbards at their waists and fixed them to the bayonet mount of the 98K. Due to the timely delivery of support, the cluster grenades that had been prepared were no longer needed. The ropes were cut and the grenades were redistributed to the infantry. The infantrymen unscrewed the back of the grenade, dragged the daffle out of the handle, and inserted the grenade into the belt or the barrel of their marching boots, experienced veterans who knew what to do to get the most out of their combat effectiveness.

The German soldiers waited with bated breath for the signal of the assault. Suddenly, the crisp burst of fire from the MG34 machine gun sounded overhead, and the moment everyone had been waiting for had arrived.

"Hurry, hurry! Charge. Nishizawa jumped out of the corner first, first firing a point at the barricade seventy meters away with his submachine gun, and then waved his arm to give the order to his men to assault.

"Rush, kill all those Brits!" The infantry rushed out of the streets, bayonets and roaring at the British barricades.

The infantry platoon commander rushed ahead of everyone, his tactics worked, the British were somewhat overwhelmed by the blows from above, and when the German infantry began to attack, none of them reacted and launched a counterattack.

The British machine gunner recovered from the shock, he grasped the handle of the Vickers machine gun, turned the muzzle of the gun to the German infantry who were rushing towards him, and just as he was about to press the firing plate with a sinister grin, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fire light up near the wall, and then a black thing flew towards him with a long tail of smoke.

"What is this?" The British machine gunner was stunned, and the iron fist hit the steel plate under the perforation. After a modest explosion, the Heavy was split in two by a jet of red-hot metal, and the blast and blast wave overturned the Vickers gun carriage, and the thick hose sheath lifted up with the gun and smashed directly into the face of the co-shooter.

"Hurry, hurry! Assault! The German infantry platoon roared loudly and ran towards the British barricades, he finished the bullets in the submachine gun in one go, then threw the hot weapon on his back, drew the pistol from the holster at his waist, and fired continuously at the target.

By this time the Germans had drawn the distance to thirty meters, and they were running through the empty streets, without any shelter around them, and the Germans would surely suffer heavy losses if the British attacked. But to the confusion of the Germans, the British seemed to have given up resistance, and both the two sharpshooters and the fanatical riflemen in front of them seemed to have disappeared.

The German machine-gun crew on the corner returned to their original firing position, and they began to block the British's firing holes with accurate bursts. Nicholas's machine-gun crew crouched on the roof of a building near the side of the barricade, and he set up a firing position next to a huge chimney, and the MG34 machine gun condescendingly poured bullets at the British barricade.

From his point of view, the barricade was much larger than the frontal view, and he kept shifting his target, blocking all possible exits. Just now there was also an Englishman who appeared to be an officer who was about to flee from the barricades, but he was killed by the machine gunner in less than two steps, and no one at this distance could escape from under the nose of an experienced machine gunner, regardless of the platoon commander's orders, and he would not allow any Englishman to escape from him just for the sake of his personal honor.

"Bomb dropping!" Nishizawa had already run out of bullets in his pistol, and he inserted the pistol back into his holster and pulled a grenade from his waist. The sergeant major decisively pulled the firing rope hard, and after secretly counting for two seconds, he threw the smoking dangerous object at the target in front of him.

The infantry followed the platoon commander one after another and threw grenades, which rained down on the perimeter of the barricades and on the steel roof, sending out clouds of smoke and blowing gravel and miscellaneous debris in the air by the storm. However, it is clear that these weapons did not cause much damage to the barricades.

"This thing is really hard." The sergeant gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward, dragging the submachine gun from behind his back and pulling a magazine from the magazine on his chest.

"Fletcher! It's up to you! The platoon commander gave the order to the second squad leader, who had been following him.

"Yes, take care to cover me." The tall German corporal approached the barricade quickly, and when there were still seven or eight meters left, he stopped, he stood firmly, bowed forward with one leg and kicked back, and then pulled the trigger of the portable flamethrower in his hand.

A billowing dragon slashed through the air, pouring into the barricade through the black hole's hole. A terrible howl barely humanly sounded from the battlefield, flames erupted from every crevice of the barricade, and black smoke rose into the sky like a monster. Thankfully, the German soldiers did not last long in the horrors, and soon everything fell silent.

The German soldiers stopped and stared blankly at the corporal squad leader, who was still in a shooting posture with a fanatical and satisfied expression, although they had all practiced using this weapon, but this was the first time they had seen its true power in actual combat.

The Germans no longer had to inspect the site, the steel barricade was now burning like an oven, and no one would survive that hell.

Cizer regrouped his troops, he was a little surprised that the battle ended so quickly, and now he regained confidence in completing the clearance, these special equipment were indeed sharp weapons in street fighting, as long as they had enough of these weapons, the Germans would be able to quickly crush the British resistance and completely occupy the port city.

The machine-gun group on the roof was called back, and the Nishizawa infantry platoon regrouped on one side of the barricade.

"It's a pity that I didn't know the identities of these resistors from beginning to end, and who those two sharpshooters were." These questions may never be answered, but the sergeant major is going to make a special mention in his report, which may be the only trace they have left in the world. (To be continued......)