On the makeshift ferry, the sea breeze was blowing on the cheeks of every German soldier. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere is a sound of vomiting, and it is unknown that it is irritating to be accompanied by the ups and downs of the waves.

All the soldiers were armed with their weapons, and in order to cope with unknown dangers, the superior officers prepared for them what could be considered the best equipment ever.

Some were holding STG-44 assault rifles that had just been produced and were still carrying oil incense, some were holding Mauser 98K rifles, and some were carrying MG-42 machine guns on their shoulders.

Everyone was nervous, allowing the splash of water to fall on their faces. They held on top of the modified hanging plate in front of them, waiting for the moment when the thing was put down.

"Disperse as soon as possible! If you gather together, you will immediately be targeted by the opponent's machine gun! Protect your weapons, that's the only means you can use to save your life! The officer, standing in the middle of the soldiers, reminded his men loudly.

There are so many precautions that I can't remind you at all. The Germans did not have plastic bags to prevent seawater from infiltrating their firearms, nor did they give vomit bags to the landlubbers.

All of them were carrying a large amount of supplies, from blasting canisters for sappers to detonate and ammunition for the machine gunners.

Even the most ordinary combat infantry is armed with as many grenades and magazines as possible. Everyone also carried food and a lot of rags such as tents and stretchers.

"The only bunker we could find was the crossfire of the enemy on the beachhead, and the obstacles that prevented us from rushing to the beach...... Watch out for fast movement! Don't stop! Don't stop! The officer was still untireless, his voice as messy as a broken tire on a gravel road.

Then, the speed of the ship began to slow down and finally anchored at sea. As the hanging board in front of him was suddenly lowered, the German soldiers inside shouted and began to rush down to the landing piercing.

"For the Führer!" "Rush!" The soldiers staggered forward on the soft sand, their shouts were loud, but the speed of the attack was not very fast.

Then, a flare landed at their feet, and everyone watched as the flare stopped.

In the distance, the officer pinching the horn shouted loudly and gave an order: "Soldiers around the flare, you have been hit by bullets!" Lie down on the spot, lie down on the spot, no talking! ”

"Hell! We're still running, how can we all be hit by machine guns? A soldier dropped his Mauser 98K rifle on the beach and complained depressedly.

Beside him, another soldier was already sitting on the beach with his STG-44 assault rifle in his arms, looking blankly at his comrades who were still shouting and attacking in the distance.

Unfortunately, the soldiers who escaped were not able to go far, and they were soon sentenced to be punished and had to leave 20 soldiers wounded before moving on.

"Hey, if you want me to see it, if you really lose so many soldiers, then the landing battle will not be won at all...... We're all dead, and who else can go on the offensive? There was more than one soldier complaining, and his voice was no longer deliberately suppressed.

The officer next to them looked at the smoke in the distance, squinting and clutching the cigarette in his mouth. The smoke was simulated by paratroopers parachuting into the air, but unfortunately it didn't look realistic.

Although there was a tragic punishment, he was punished for the loss of a full third of his troops at the time of landing. But there is no gunsmoke here, no gunfire here, so no one can find the atmosphere of the battlefield in any case.

"I really don't know what the people above think, we've all seen the real war, but what is the use of them training us like this?" An officer smoked a cigarette and asked his companion.

"I heard the regiment commander say that it was the Führer who believed that after gaining air and sea supremacy, the landing battle would still suffer heavy losses." Hearing the question, the other officer replied helplessly.

As he replied, he looked at the new troops who had rushed to the beach in the distance, and their losses were much smaller, probably the troops who had just attacked had caused some attrition on the beachhead line.

"The Führer is sure that we will suffer more losses than in all previous battles...... The entire beach will turn into a sea of fire...... It's about the same as sending them to death. Finally, the officer shrugged his shoulders and said this.

His answer, apparently, did not satisfy the other side: "If our attack is almost the same as sending us to death, then why does the Führer insist that we go to death?" ”

"I don't know about this either, maybe he doesn't like us." The officer took a cigarette out of the package and stuffed it into his mouth to end the conversation.

Farther away, a cameo command destroyer floated on the sea, the jolt making all the army commanders on board pale and occasionally faintly retching.

"A telegram came back from the beach that our troops were under intensive enemy fire...... Heavy losses, the troops still can't control the beachhead......" An officer stood on the bridge and saluted the army general, reporting the latest battle situation.

"The tide was not quite what was expected, it was 21 minutes late...... The offense is blocked, but isn't the penalty a bit too much? The commander frowned, turned sideways and asked his men.

"Sir, the 1st Regiment has lost 300 men, but we are still on the beachhead and have not achieved any results." The head of the regiment said to his commander with a bitter face.

The penalty just now cost at least half of the first soldiers who washed up on the beach. In such a state, it is simply impossible to expect the soldiers trapped on the beachhead to do something.

"Those soldiers, if they really experienced such cruelty, then they really couldn't do anything...... They can only be pinned down on the beach, waiting to die, waiting for God to leave them. The general bitterly uttered his judgment.

And at this time, the exercises on the beach are still going on. One by one, the soldiers were sent out, sitting in place and playing the corpses......

In the exercise headquarters in the interior of France, several field marshals in charge of this exercise, as well as a large group of generals, looked at the map and talked freely about the virtual battle situation in front of them.

No one was optimistic about the outcome of the exercise, and they all believed that the German landing in Britain was simply adding to its own obstacles in such a state of high damage.

"Armored forces have not yet appeared on the beachhead?" General Manstein, who had arrived here from the Eastern Front to observe such a brutal exercise, asked Guderian, who was also a general next to him.

Both of them came here from the Eastern Front to observe and study, and they naturally became much more familiar with each other than the generals who had been commanding on the Western Front.

Manstein looked at the constantly deduced markings on the map, shook his head, and said, "There are so few ships, and all the battles are still dominated by light infantry. ”

"This kind of armament, attacking the enemy's fortified positions, is no different from sending them to death." Guderian shook his head and said with regret.

Manstein didn't think so, because the Führer really played the light infantry to unprecedented heights during the British landing.

The sneak attack of the airborne troops on the first night was simply a stroke of genius, using tens of thousands of soldiers parachuted behind enemy lines to completely cut off the battlefield and destroy the depth of the enemy's defense line.

Having lost their rear support and disrupted by paratroopers, the British coastal defense forces could only rely on the soldiers on the beachhead to block the attack, and the battle that was supposed to be won became a contest of time between reinforcements and attacks.

In the midst of this subtle change, the side that was originally bound to win unconsciously appeared variables. As long as the German beachhead attack went well, the losses were huge, but they were not necessarily impossible to win.

"With the new weapons and equipment, use individual bazookas to suppress the opponent's pillboxes as soon as possible, although the losses are not small, the odds of victory should be very high." Manstein looked at the map in the distance and explained to Guderian.

Guderian obviously disagreed, and in his opinion, even the light infantry who played tricks was still light infantry.

He prefers the kind of battle in the vast plains where thousands of tanks fight it out rather than the hard battles of the dojo in the shells of snails.

When the tanks were at full speed and rushed towards the enemy's positions, when the tank guns roared, breaking the enemy's defense line and tearing open the gaps, and allowing the infantry to rush up, it was the refreshing feeling that Guderian dreamed of.

"Maybe, if it's my plan of action, at this time, at least some tanks should be sent to the beachhead to provide cover for the infantry." Guderian stubbornly said to Manstein.

"What you said also makes sense, it might be much better if you had provided some tanks appropriately, rather than just attacking with infantry." Manstein nodded approvingly.

In fact, while they were sitting in the rear of the exercise headquarters discussing the battles at the front, a modified tank landing ship had been busy on the beach for a long time.

The German sailors on deck had a feeling of helplessness against the No. 3 tank, which had been hoisted in mid-air by a crane.

Compared with Britain and the United States, Germany did not have civilian or military ships to unload tanks. So for Germany, how to get tanks ashore is definitely a headache.

In real history, the German solution to this problem was to convert the No. 3 tank into a "submersible tank", so that the ships could throw the tanks into the sea and wash themselves ashore.

If you're lucky enough not to hit a reef, if you're lucky enough not to get into a deep pit - probably, these tanks can be driven ashore to fight......

Even if the German tank driver was persuaded to make a temporary cameo in the role of a submarine officer, the experience was obviously not a good choice.