"Something is wrong." Henderson looked out the window at the port area. "The Germans can't have so many stink bombs."

The soldiers, who had just calmed down from the excitement of escaping death, were now busy bandaging the wounds of the smashed, and after listening to Henderson's words, they all huddled to the small window and looked out. When they saw the current situation in Minato, they all gasped. Now there are small bombs scattered everywhere outside, and the little black devils can be seen everywhere on the roads and in the clearing. There were too many of them to count, and even the trucks parked on the side of the road had a few bombs embedded in their hoods.

"Sergeant, why don't you think that thing exploded?" A soldier asked.

"I don't know, but it's not as simple as a stink bomb." Henderson looked out the window at the dense array of small bombs and felt a little tingling in his scalp.

"Shall we go out and have a look?" One of Henderson's men asked.

"Are you crazy? What if that thing explodes. ”

"If you want to go, remember to pay me back the money you owe me first."

"What a fool, how did you get to this point?" This time all the soldiers were against it.

"Hey, don't argue, who knows those guys?" Henderson interrupted the soldiers' commotion and asked, pointing out the window. The soldiers hurriedly stopped the noise and gathered around the window to look out.

I saw several officers crawling out of an air-raid shelter at the other end of the road, and then running cautiously towards them. At first they were cautiously jumping around on the ground to avoid the bombs and various debris fragments, but the bombs were still lying there silently and did not look like they would explode at all, and the officers became emboldened, and they waved their hands to the side of the bomb shelter, and then began to run straight towards Henderson's house. Immediately afterward, a large group of infantry crawled out of the bomb shelter, and they followed the officers closely, and began to move quickly through the bomb field.

"It seems to be our company commander Bert, as well as the company deputy and platoon commander, and behind it are our company's brothers, haha, they are still alive." A soldier shouted with joy.

Henderson was not happy at all, he always felt a bad premonition, and he stared nervously at the little bombs. More and more soldiers crawled out of their bomb shelters and ran quickly in the direction of Henderson. Hundreds of British officers and soldiers were already crossing the bomb field, which was on the edge of the port area, and they had to run past Henderson's hut and the city was behind.

The explosion took place at this moment, and without warning, the small bombs began to explode in the middle of the crowd. Flying shrapnel knocked soldiers near the point of explosion to the ground or threw one of the unlucky soldiers into the air, followed by more explosions. The group was stunned by the sudden explosion, and the whole group paused, then began to shout and rush towards the outside of the bomb field at a faster speed. As the team moved forward, the bombs began to explode in succession, one after the other, one after the other. The team was still braving flying shrapnel, and their only way out now was to get out of this hell as fast as they could. Now the soldiers had no idea what their comrades had been blown down, and they only ran as hard as they could, leaving behind the screaming and groaning wounded and bloody corpses in the back of the line.

The bombs exploded in pieces, and the soldiers were knocked down in pieces. The bombs near Henderson's house also began to explode, and the shock wave shattered the glass of the small window, and everyone in front of the window was embedded with several shards of glass. But they didn't leave the window, waving their arms at their comrades who were struggling to escape the bomb field, shouting hoarsely to cheer them on, praying that some of them would escape.

But when the officers who were at the front were blown down a dozen meters from the room, Henderson and his soldiers finally despaired. They stopped shouting and silently left the window. Henderson gritted his teeth and drew his bayonet and slashed at the concrete wall, cursing the damned Germans with all the most vicious words he knew, who had no humanity to use such vile and vicious weapons. The soldiers sat or stood against the wall, some bowed their heads and sobbed, some clenched their fists and looked out the window in grief, and some began to pray for those who had fallen in battle.

"......Boom" With a violent explosion, the whole room trembled, and a large cloud of mud fell from the ceiling, and the room was filled with a white dust. Everyone choked on the dust and coughed.

"Ahem...... It's the roof, and we have bombs on the roof too! A soldier choked and shouted. A few more and we'll be buried here. ”

Henderson was also stunned by the sudden situation, this room was the water pump room of the port, although the walls were reinforced concrete, but the roof was only a prefabricated cement slab, which seemed to be unable to support the successive explosions of several such small bombs. It is not known how many of those fell from the roof, but judging by the density of the distribution outside, there are more than one or two. Now it's all around with that kind of bomb, and it's suicide to run out of the house. That's right, this is the pump house, and there should be underground repair pipes. Henderson covered his nose and searched around the room, when he suddenly noticed an iron lid on the floor in one corner of the room. He hurriedly ran over and pulled up the lid. "Brothers, follow me." Henderson took the lead and crawled down into the black whirring hole.

"Bang!" Henderson pushed the iron cover off his head, then crawled out of the exit with both hands.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, the air in the tunnel was enough, and then he began to look around, and then the soldiers crawled out of the hole one by one.

Henderson didn't know where he had run down the pipe, and there was no one in the vicinity of the tall fence. Above his head, a tall water tower towered. Water tower? It's still on the edge of Minato. But there wasn't a single bomb in the area, and I was safe. It is time to report the situation in Minato Ward immediately. No one should enter the port. Henderson decided to find his way out of here immediately, and then immediately find a phone call to report to his superiors.

Suddenly, another sound of anti-aircraft bulletins sounded, as if it had been half an hour ago, and the sound of anti-aircraft guns rang out from everywhere again.

"Sergeant! What are we going to do? There are no bomb shelters or houses, only the water tower. Shall we go back to that hole and dodge it first? A soldier asked.

"No, let's go to the water tower! It's round on top of it, and those bombs can't stop. Henderson felt that the higher the bomb, the safer it was. Then he led the soldiers to the top of the water tower. When a group of people climbed to the top platform of the water tower, they were stunned by the sight before them.

On this high platform, you can look down on the entire port area, and now the whole port area is like a pot of boiling water, with small clusters of explosions and fires everywhere, and the air is filled with clouds of gunsmoke. In the air, countless German planes were shuttling back and forth, still dropping those small bombs on the ground. The anti-aircraft guns blackened almost the entire sky, and tracer shells rushed towards the black sky like a string of meteors, and the German planes roared and whistled to scatter tons of death on the ruined harbor. A picture of horror and gore with a bit of magnificence unfolded in front of Henderson.

"Damn it, they're still throwing those bombs at the port." A soldier roared angrily.

"Look, Stuka!" Someone screamed and pointed into the air.

"Where?" Henderson began to search the air for trackings of the terrifying birds.

"There, they're diving!"

Henderson finally saw a scene that he would never forget. The four Stuka dive bombers swooped down toward the harbor at an almost vertical angle, and as they got closer, their famous screeching began to reach Henderson's ears. When he saw the targets of the bombers, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"They're going to blow up the trestle! They're going to blow up the trestle. ”

Henderson cried out in fear. At this time, he could even clearly see the iron cross marks on the tails of the planes. Suddenly, the planes dropped, and four jet-black bombs fell vertically towards the trestle, and the planes immediately roared and pulled up the nose of the plane and rushed back into the air. Henderson and the soldiers held their breath as their eyes followed the bombs as they fell.

"Haha! Didn't hit! ”

Henderson and the soldiers jumped for joy. The trestle was too narrow. As a result, the four bombs fell on the left and right sides of it, and the water splashed up to 30 meters high, and then slammed into the trestle, but the dilapidated trestle still stood majestically and did not move.

"The quality of the engineering of the French is really nothing to say." Henderson laughed and patted a soldier on the shoulder, nearly slapping the poor creature into the water tower.

"Sergeant, boat! Our ship! They're coming in, oh my! They want to force their way into the port! Another soldier pointed to the entrance to the harbor and shouted at Henderson. Henderson quickly turned his head to look towards the entrance to the port.

"Oh God!" Henderson exclaimed, too. "Don't they know it's being bombed?"

At the entrance to the port of Dunkelke, four large transport ships were struggling towards the port area.

"Will they succeed? Sergeant? A soldier asked.

"I don't know, maybe. If the German bombers had carried those small bombs, they might have been able to reach them safely, which would not have been able to sink such a large ship. A ship of this size that was hit by a Stuka bomb should have been able to hold out. God bless them to be safely docked on the trestle. ”

Henderson watched nervously as the huge transport ships slowly approached the harbor. Apparently those anti-aircraft guns on the shore also spotted them. Now all the anti-aircraft fire on the shore has been transferred to the skies over the ships, and they are trying to protect them. The anti-aircraft guns on the transport ships were also firing shells frantically into the air, and tracer shells of various colors were intertwined in the sky above the ships.

"Look, the Germans are attacking!" A soldier called.

I saw a dozen Stukas whizzing and rolling towards the transports from all angles. The anti-aircraft artillery fire was even more intense, and the gunners fired desperately, struggling to stop the attack of those terrifying dive bombers.

"Hit!" Henderson's soldiers screamed.

One of the Stuka rushed too low, and as a result, it plunged headlong into the tight fire net, and in an instant it was hit by a dense artillery fire and exploded. Then two more Stuka were hit by shells, tumbling and crashing into the water. The rest of the Stuka hurriedly dropped the bomb early, and then changed to a dive and fled into the air. As a result, only one bomb hit the deck of one of the ships in the middle, while the others simply exploded on the surface in vain.

"Well done, haha! It's a pleasure. Those anti-aircraft gunners are really good! The soldiers cheered, and they hugged each other to celebrate this small victory.

"Look, the German plane has fled." A soldier shouted happily pointing to the sky. I saw that the black bomber group was slowly flying in the direction of Belgium, those Stuka followed closely behind the group, and the fighters were also neatly formed to protect the side of the group, and in a short time the planes disappeared from Henderson's field of vision.

"They're not running away, they're doing their job and coming home." Henderson looked at the port that was still exploding and shook his head and said, "Look at what they've done to this place now. ”

"Don't be emotional, sergeant. Look at the boats have already entered the port, I don't know what they have brought us, haha, hope for fresh beef. His men reassured.

"So what now? Even if they get to the pier, we won't be able to unload there. ”

"There's always a way, sergeant, and this kind of problem isn't for us soldiers to think about."

"Again, let's go down. Maybe we've already received reports of those bombs in the port area, so we'll go back first. Henderson let out a long sigh and walked up the stairs of the water tower.

"Woo......"

Henderson heard a dull whistling sound and shuddered.

"It's heavy artillery!"

Henderson hurriedly ran back to the railing and looked over at the transports.

"Boom...... a huge column of water rose up on the side of the transport ships, and the height was even higher than the bridges of those ships.

"It's the Germans' 210-mm heavy howitzers, oh my God, those transports this morning sank with that." Henderson yelled. "There's no way they can avoid the rules in the port, get out of here!"

More of this dull cannonball whistled out, and in a few seconds, dozens of huge columns of water rose up around the transports, and several huge fireballs exploded on those ships at the same time, and the black smoke enveloped the decks of the four ships in an instant.

Heavy shells hit the huge transport ships one after another, turning the decks of the ships into a sea of fire. They began to move irregularly on the water, but anyone could tell that the boats were not dodging the shells, but that they were out of control.

The largest of these transports lost her bridge and bridge in the second round of shelling by the Germans. Now she leaned over the hull of the ship and slammed into her companion on the side, with a loud roar, her bow slammed into her companion's body, and then exploded in a terrifying fireball hundreds of meters high where the two ships were connected, and the ammunition on the two ships finally exploded, and the huge ring shock wave was so powerful that it could be seen with the naked eye.

The ship that had been hit was almost torn in half, the deck was cocked in a strange way, the hull steel plates were twisted into various positions, flames were pouring out from the cracked hole, and huge black plumes of smoke had risen to a height of several hundred meters. Then there was a tooth-aching sound of metal twisting, and it tumbled towards the test. Ten seconds later, all you could see was its barnacle-strewn rudder still exposed. And its heavy hull had sunk deep into the mud of the harbor. The troubled transport had already plunged into the water before it, and now only half of the aft building was left in the water.

The Germans' heavy artillery continued to rain down on the two remaining seriously wounded transports. Henderson trembled and looked at the horror in front of him and lamented, "God, save us. ”

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