Leaning against the wall of the airfield building, Lyman and Gunther opened fire from behind the British soldiers who rushed out of the room, killing many of the British soldiers who rushed out blindly without much effort. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of these British soldiers were ground crews at the airport and non-combatants. So I don't have much combat experience at all, so I'm dead confused and unclear.

Following the two of them, the German paratroopers who were crossing the runway were hit by flying bullets and are now lying on their backs in the middle of the runway.

In this case, it is not necessary for the brave to be safe, and the unlucky are easily hit by bullets.

To put it simply, no matter what you do here, there is a chance that you will be hit and die in the next second. Even if you don't do anything, even if you just squat in the trench, it's the same.

Charge fearlessly with your weapons in your hand, weave your way through the enemy's bullets, and you may be able to fire 1,000 rounds at you, but you won't be hit.

There are also cowards who hide in the trenches, covering their ears and crying, but suddenly they are blown up by a flying shell and there is nowhere to find their bones.

Everything can only depend on the destiny of heaven, which is why human beings have faith - the reality is so cruel and unfair.

Some people are so heroic that they can only die humbly in the corner of the horse leather shroud, and some people are cowardly and cowardly, but they can return to their hometowns in fine clothes, buy good land, and marry concubines......

The probe looked and saw that no one had noticed this corner of him, and there were still people with their backs to him and Gunther.

"Did he get hit?" While adjusting his uneven breathing due to running, Lyman asked Gunther, who was also gasping for breath next to him.

Gunther nodded, "I...... I don't know! I heard him screaming, and when I got to the spot and looked back, he ...... He just lay there. ”

Are you kidding? It would be if you stopped in that open space and looked back at your accomplices...... I guess I'm lying there motionless now, right?

What he thought in his heart, but Gunther didn't answer much, he just said that he didn't know what was going on—in fact, he didn't know what was going on.

At that moment, he was just running, running desperately. Let the bullets fly by, how can you have time to care about others? If Lyman hadn't run ahead of him, he wouldn't have known to stop here.

"Did he move? Did you see him move? Lyman looked carefully at his men lying on their backs in the middle of the runway, and asked uncertainly.

"I don't know! I really didn't see him move, are you sure you did? Gunther bent down and looked carefully at his comrades lying there in the distance, and found that he still couldn't see whether the other party had moved.

Lyman also lost his patience, and he didn't dare to run back there in this situation, and then confirm whether the other party was injured or dead, and then find a way to come back......

He knew that if he did this, it would be no different from asking for his own death. As he ran back to his ground, countless people would aim at him and knock him to the ground.

"There's no time for him! Two of us attack! You're covering me in the back! I'll open fire when you go into the house, and you'll keep the bullets and kill the ones who slip through the net!" Do you understand? Lyman confirmed his task, gesturing with his hand as he commanded loudly.

"Understood! I'm following you! Gunther nodded, and the two of them began to act. Their hearts were a little heavy, but the brutal fighting had left them unaware of it.

Along the way, Lyman had 5 soldiers in his hands, but when he got to his current position, only Gunther was left.

The remaining 4 fell on the path of the offensive, all giving their lives for their homeland.

Watching the British in the distance desperately fight back against the tarmac of the plane, Lehmann knew that his side seemed to be ignored. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he began to move his steps.

He rounded the corner with his weapon in hand, Gunther followed him, and the two men rushed into the room full of British officers and soldiers, one behind the other.

And then...... Everyone froze there, as if the air was still. Two German soldiers with weapons, and a large group of British officers without any weapons.

"Don't shoot! Let's ......" the British officer subconsciously shouted, and then he saw the other party pull the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun began to spit out tongues of fire.

Immediately afterward, he felt a bullet in his body. Then he saw his old friend clutching his stomach and collapsed, and he saw the quartermaster's neck spurting a mist of blood.

Dense gunfire rang out, and the British fell one by one, and when there were no more people standing in the room, Lyman began to replace his magazines.

Gunther burst into the room with his weapon in hand, and began to examine the room for all sorts of useful things. More than anything they'd seen before, everything here was probably valuable.

For example, the defense map of Crete hanging on the wall, for example, the various statistical tables on the table, for example, the watch on the corpse, and other valuable things.

"Put the map away! Check out the files on the table! We're going to get to the next room as soon as possible, it's not a connected room! "Lyman got a new magazine and was ready for the next assault.

Compared with a single-shot bolt rifle, the advantage of an assault rifle at this distance is simply so great that it makes the opponent depressed.

In the face of a burst of weapons, those British soldiers who could only shoot one shot were at a very obvious disadvantage in a sudden encounter at close range.

"The Germans are in the house!" The British soldier next door shouted loudly, and the gunfire was so dense that the other side had already heard uh.

"Hell! What about the guards? Obviously, the other side was not ready for battle at all, and in the panic, you could even hear the sound of someone pushing the door.

Hearing their shouts, Lehmann walked out of the room and saw several German paratroopers on the runway also trying to cross there. They also ran in the rain of bullets, and some were hit by bullets and fell.

Without hesitation, he walked to the door of the second room. The door was open, and the British officers and soldiers inside were in a mess.

The second time he fired, Lyman still did not have mercy, and the British officers and soldiers inside did not have much ability to fight back, and they poured a room of corpses all over the place.

Although the German paratroopers had appeared the previous night, the British defenders were still not ready for battle.

The British troops stationed at the airport searched the airfield for a night, killed two unlucky German paratroopers who had parachuted into the airfield, and found that the enemy had not attacked the airfield again, and began to find a way to strengthen the outer defensive line.

After all, there are such ulterior weapons and equipment as the American B-17 in the airport, so they can only put the defense line relatively far away.

As a result, such a deployment seriously dispersed their already small combat units. A battalion of soldiers numbered in the hundreds, and it was obviously very insufficient to garrison a line of defense for several kilometers.

In the core area of the airport, because there are too many non-combatants, there is simply no one to prepare for the corresponding defense.

Everyone believed that when the Germans broke through the first line of defense, it would take at least an hour or so...... But they were wrong, and they were wrong.

"Don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender! After burning their identification, the American soldiers were the first to lose their breath and walked out of their rooms with their hands held high.

More than 500 people surrendered to the German paratroopers, and the scene suddenly spiraled out of control. With so many people raising their hands and shouting the word surrender, the British soldiers were instantly infected.

The impact of the scene in front of them was so strong that the British soldiers also put down their weapons one after another. On the other side of the airfield, the British troops who were storming the B-17's tarmac also stopped, and soon the gunfire became sparse.

In any case, the German paratroopers began to control most of the airfield, and although there were still remnants of troops resisting, they were no longer a threat.

In the room, the highest British officer here looked at the pistol in front of him, struggled for a long time, and finally put the gun on his temple.

"Phew!" After a single gunshot, the British flag also fell on the flagpole, and about 200 soldiers surrendered their weapons in the British positions on the periphery.

The enemy's surrender seemed to have no warning at all, and the German paratroopers were surprised to see that the enemy, who had just been fighting with them, suddenly gave up any resistance in an instant.

When they finally recognized the reality, they all let out a cathartic cry to vent the suppressed emotions in their hearts: "Oh! Long live Germany! ”

Lyman stepped out of a freshly cleaned room, one hand pressed to his gun, the other touching his cigarette.

Behind him, Gunther, who still had the blood of the enemy on his shoes, stepped out and stood behind Lyman with his rifle in hand.

The two men squinted at the German soldiers in the square cheering loudly with their rifles, and looked at the soldiers who were spreading the huge national flag in the distance to prevent the Air Force bombers from attacking the area, and no one spoke.

Touching the cigarette, Lyman shoved it to his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. He used up almost all the ammunition he was carrying, and together with his allies, he occupied this important field airfield.

"Bastard, I haven't had breakfast yet." I don't know where to start, Lyman came up with such a sentence.

Gunther smiled, showing her white teeth. He laughed and sang merrily, and he shrugged his shoulders, not caring for his dirty face.

"Poof...... Hahahaha. Lyman laughed too, and for some reason, he just wanted to laugh, laughing unfettered—for the victory, and for the miracle of his own survival.

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