A loud explosion sounded "Boom...... waking up Sergeant Henderson who was sleeping soundly behind the dunes.

"What's going on?" Henderson rubbed his face and stood up, looking out at the sand from behind the dunes.

The blast blew a hole in the thick fog, and a cloud of black smoke was slowly rising on the beach densely sprinkled with German bombs, and three soldiers were lying there in a blur of flesh and blood around the small crater. Henderson heard their faint moans.

"Damn, why are they still sending people to defuse ammunition."

Henderson hurriedly kicked his companion awake.

"Hurry up, someone is hurt, help me. Get up, don't sleep, damn it. ”

His men scrambled to their feet at the roar of his rage, and followed Henderson up the sand dunes.

"There, Sergeant." One of the soldiers asked, and the fog had covered everything on the beach again, and now there was nothing to be seen in the white expanse.

"In that direction, two hundred feet or so. Follow me and watch your step. "Henderson ran down the dunes. His soldiers hurriedly followed and ran towards the beach.

"We can't see our surroundings now, it's dangerous, Sergeant." A soldier called.

"Yes, yesterday you saw the fate of the brothers. In order to save a few sappers, a platoon lay there. ”

"Yes, isn't there an order from above that no one but sappers should enter the beach? Now that our whole division is lying behind the sand dunes, do we have to report to the company commander before we run out? ”

"It's too late, they're still alive now, but if you don't drag them back soon, they're dead. I can't just watch those people die in front of me. Henderson trotted briskly on the beach, his eyes attentively observing the ground around him.

These damned Germans! Henderson cursed in his heart, it was a nightmare, a bloody nightmare. And it all started yesterday afternoon.

On the morning of the 28th, the weather was very bad, as it is now, and the fog was heavy as it is now, and in the afternoon, although the fog dissipated, the weather still did not clear, and the gray sky made people feel very depressed.

Sergeant Henderson was on duty at the harbor with his team, and their mission was to clear the obstacles that had stood in the way after the Luftwaffe bombed the harbor two days earlier. The port is now unrecognizable, having been bombed to rubble by the Germans three days ago, and often bombed once or twice in the past two days.

Yesterday afternoon they blew up the last dry dock here. Henderson is strange, what are the Germans doing by bombing the dock? Do they think we can row back to England in the dock? It's really incomprehensible to the Germans. Originally, the wharf was eight kilometers long and could dock any large ship, but now, the concrete embankment has collapsed and the berths have been destroyed. The last place where the boat could be parked was the improvised pier on the other side of the harbour.

The French pier made of planks and stakes could only allow eight people to walk side by side, and it was quite long, more than 1,000 meters. It's strange how the Germans could have let it go, maybe they also thought it was useless. Henderson didn't have much hope for the pile of wood, but now he knew that the only way he wanted to get out of here was the bridge.

Henderson had heard rumors two days earlier that the War Office was going to withdraw the expeditionary force to England, and a series of orders issued by the expeditionary force in the past two days had convinced him of the truth of the rumors. In fact, when those four divisions were surrounded, Henderson knew that this war could not be fought anyway, and retreat was the only way. General Gort had been at Arras for a day before he began to withdraw to Dunkerke, and was now trapped in the harbor by the Germans.

Hearing that Britain was trying to find a way to get the expeditionary force back to Britain, Henderson prayed that the adults would come up with a solution soon. Now that Henderson's food has been reduced to a quarter of his usual level, if they still don't think of a way to save themselves, Henderson may have to start thinking about how to divide a bean into three meals.

"Sergeant, help us out." A soldier called, working with the rest of the soldiers to push aside a chimney that was lying across the road.

"Okay, let's do it together." Henderson hurriedly ran over and shouldered the massive wreckage.

"One, two, three, hard!"

With the soldiers working together, the chimney was finally slowly pushed to the side of the road.

"Haha, it's really heavy."

Henderson wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water.

"Yes, I really didn't expect the Germans' heavy artillery to be so powerful that it could blow it so far." A soldier patted the chimney on the side.

"yes." Henderson nodded, then looked back at the mast that rose high above the water.

Which boat is this chimney from? Henderson is not clear. When the three small freighters arrived at the port last night, the whole port area was in a stir. Everyone thought that now they were finally saved, the great British Royal Navy had opened a channel to supply the expeditionary force from the sea, and as long as there were enough supplies, they were confident that the battle would continue.

At that time, the three boats were arranged in the only berth on the pier that could still be used for more than 100 meters. The excited soldiers unloaded the cargo loaded on the ship within an hour. As it was already dark, the three freighters were ready to return early the next morning, and that night General Gort arranged a group of seriously wounded men on board and let them withdraw to England first.

But what no one expected was that as soon as it was dawn this morning, the sound of airplanes sounded over the harbor, followed by the bombardment of German long-range artillery, and each of those freighters was hit by at least three heavy shells, and sank to the bottom of the sea within ten minutes. When Henderson arrived, the wreckage of the three boats was littered with debris, and all that was left on the water was the mast and a pile of floating planks, and none of the poor wounded and sailors could escape.

At that time, many people cried bitterly when they saw the tragic situation at the scene. But Henderson knew that some of them were not weeping for the wounded and sailors, they were weeping for the bleak future of the expeditionary force. As a result of the sinking of the three freighters, the eight-kilometre-long wharf was completely scrapped.

After lunch, Henderson received an order to take his squad to the docks to clear the obstacles, which he knew was to prepare for a retreat. Only the eastern bridge is still usable, but the road to the pier is now full of the wreckage of the destroyed pier, which can only be cleared for large forces to pass. When they got there, they found that there were already hundreds of people working there. The infantry used Bren machine gun trucks to tow large pieces of wreckage aside, removing large blocks of concrete and rubble. Pushing the blackened dock machinery into the sea, the whole scene was busy. Henderson and his men immediately rolled up their sleeves and joined the soldiers.

"What time is it?" Henderson felt that his squad should take a break.

"It's three forty-five, sergeant." A soldier cautiously pulled out a pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it.

"Take a break. Everyone went to the tent over there and drank some water. Henderson put down the crowbar in his hand, patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the water station on the side of the dock. His soldiers also put down their work and followed their commander, giggling and laughing, as they walked towards the tents.

As soon as they reached the tent door, a bleak air raid whistle suddenly sounded.

"Air strike!" As soon as Henderson shouted the word, he was knocked to the ground by a soldier who rushed out of the tent in a panic. The soldier hurriedly pulled Henderson to his feet.

"Air raids! Sergeant, find cover! The soldier shouted at Henderson.

"Hell, you daredevil, why are you in such a hurry!" Henderson rubbed his ass and scolded.

The sound of the sound of an airplane engine was faintly heard in the distant air. Henderson didn't care to continue teaching the soldier a lesson, and he quickly dragged the soldier and jumped into the air-raid trench dug by the edge of the tent.

"Ouch! Sergeant, you almost stepped on me. ”

Henderson found that his squad was already waiting for him there, and he had almost jumped on the head of one of his men.

"I'm sorry, boy, I'll be on time next time, haha." Henderson patted the soldier on the head.

"What is this time, I said it was a flying pencil, and I bet fifty shillings."

"I said it's Stuka, I'll bet a pound."

"You crow's mouth, if Stuka is miserable, I say Heinkel, a pound."

Henderson looked at the subordinates who were excitedly betting and smiled with satisfaction, it seems that the morale of his team is good, these silly boys are really good.

Henderson looked up from the side of the dug and looked in the direction the enemy planes were flying. The sound of the planes was getting closer and closer, and the anti-aircraft guns of the British troops began to fire into the air, and the sound of small-caliber machine guns and large-caliber anti-aircraft guns came and went, and now the sky was full of black shell explosion smoke. A swarm of black dots emerged nimbly from the black cloud, screaming and swooping down towards the harbor.

"I said it's Stuka! Give money! One of the soldiers cried out with joy.

"No, it's not Stuka, it's not that flexible. Oh my God, it's a fighter. Henderson finally saw the shape of the planes.

"What? Sergeant, you read that right. Are the bombers of the Germans gone? To bomb with fighter jets. His men also stood up and looked into the air from the edge of the durow.

"Seems to be? What's going on. See, they fly very high, ha, how nimble. Yes! He dropped the bomb. Lie down! ”

The soldier in front saw a black whirring bomb thrown from under one of the fighters, and the bomb made a beautiful arc in the air towards the unsheltered group of infantry on the dock.

Because their work place was far away from the air raid trenches, this group of soldiers hurriedly ran back immediately after hearing the sound of the air raid announcement, but they were still bombed when they ran here.

The soldiers also knew that disaster was coming, so they quickly fell to the ground, hugged their heads, and prayed that the bomb would not fall on their heads.

The bomb fell at the foot at a rapid pace, but when it was still more than two hundred meters above the ground, its shell suddenly cracked, and countless small black canisters scattered from its belly. Then the jars popped open, and the shell of the jar split in half, as if two small wings had suddenly opened, and under those two wings hung a black ball, which spun in the air and fell rapidly. "What's that?" Henderson watched in amazement as the little things swirled and fell. A sudden explosion occurred. The bomblets exploded five meters above the ground. Scattered shampnel rained down on the soldiers lying on the ground. Henderson and his men retreated into the dug in terror.

"Oh my God, what's that? It's just terrifying, sergeant, do you know this kind of bomb that can explode in the air? A soldier asked, trembling.

Henderson's face turned blue with fright.

"Don't ask me, I don't know. I knew that shells could do this, but I had never seen anything like this. ”

Then a wail came from outside. Henderson hurriedly got up and looked at the soldiers, the clearing had turned into a hellish scene, and the small bombs that exploded in front of him had beaten the soldiers into a bloody blur, and the blood had already stained the ground red. A few surviving soldiers were dragging shrapnel-laden bodies as they screamed and crawled desperately toward Henderson.

"Go help them, Sergeant!" Henderson's men looked wistfully at their captain.

"It's useless, they're broken."

By this time, the bloody soldiers were lying there motionless. Henderson's eyes moistened.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it! He drew his pistol and shot at the German planes that were still flying. His soldiers rushed over and grabbed his boss who was blasting away.

"Calm down! Sergeant, calm down. We know you want to help them, and it's all to blame on the damn Germans. ”

"The bombers are coming, there are so many, they're going to start dropping bombs en masse, ah, and a batch of them are flying towards the beach." A soldier shouted wildly. Henderson and his men looked up at the sky in an entangled posture.

I saw a black pressure of German bombers flying over the harbor, they swaggered outside the range of anti-aircraft guns, and the anti-aircraft shells could only explode helplessly under them.

"Oh no, we can't stay here, we're going to get out of here, if they're throwing that kind of bomb, this roofless bomb shelter won't be able to protect anything. Everybody get out of here with me at once. We're going to get out of this area. Yes, that house. As long as there is a top, it will do. ”

Henderson shouted, then jumped out of the dug and led his men to the nearest bungalow. Hearing his words, the soldiers of the other units in the air raid trench also suddenly came to their senses, and hurriedly followed the sergeant out of the trench and ran towards the bungalow.

Henderson was at the front. He heard the screams of those German bombs as they fell. Hurry up, it's almost there, hopefully it's still too late.

"Boom ......" An explosion was heard not far away.

"Come on, there's a hundred yards to go." Henderson roared. "Come on, run!"

"Ah, they're above us!" A soldier screamed miserably.

Is it over? Henderson ran in despair.

"Knock...... Boom! The dull sound of the bomb hitting the ground continued to sound. A dozen of those little devils fell in front of Henderson and smashed into the mud.

"Haha, it's a stink bomb! Keep rushing with me! Henderson laughed maniacally and jumped over the bombs and continued to run wildly. Countless small bombs rained down around the group of fanatical sprinters, but none of them exploded. A few of the more unfortunate soldiers were knocked to the ground by the non-exploding bomb, but the soldiers beside them hurriedly picked them up and continued to rush towards the room.

Henderson finally ran to the room, jumped up with all his strength, slammed them open, and rolled into the room. The soldiers behind them also crawled to their destination, with two "Wow! "Ugh!" The voice rang out, and the last soldier was smashed into the house by a small bomb.

The door was slammed shut, and the room erupted in frantic cheers.

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