At the end of that great air battle, Kartwasser was panting for breath on sandbags in a British artillery bunker about 10 meters long and less than 3 meters wide with four 76mm rapid-fire guns produced by the British Armstrong military factory. Judging from the ammunition boxes in the bunkers, if Kartwasser and the infantry had not captured this place in time, many German soldiers would have been killed or injured by the shells fired here.

"Be honest! Don't speak! The sergeant platoon commander, who was about 30 years old, said as he kicked the Englishman who was muttering to his companions, who looked like a lieutenant. When the German infantrymen rushed into the bunker, fortunately he drew his guns a little slower, otherwise he would have died like the seven British gunners on the ground, and now the 15 German infantrymen and 15 British prisoners were still panting.

This was the furthest British artillery bunker from the beach, so the defending fire, which had been weakening as the battle progressed, had finally subsided, and the infantry, who had been attacking since landing on the beach, could rest for a while. By this time, Kartwasser felt that his feet were numb from the cold, after all, they had waded through the icy waters, and their pants and boots were still wet below their knees. Of the first landing troops, perhaps only those who sat on tanks and armored vehicles were a little lucky, and the soldiers who followed would continue to suffer this until the trestle bridge at the beach was built.

"Now if only I had a fire to dry myself!"

The words of a bearded corporal next to him echoed the thoughts of most of the soldiers of the mixed armored division, who had to lie down on the snow-soaked ground from time to time as they advanced, and many of them did not even have a few dry spots on their bodies.

"yes, I miss my spare boots too!"

Another mustache seemed to have seen the spare pair of boots in canvas bags, which were to be carried to the beach along with the mixed division's supplies of oil and ammunition, and then distributed to the infantry as quickly as possible. The first wave of attacking infantry carried weapons, ammunition, water bottles, blankets and other necessary items, and hanging a spare large leather boot on their back inevitably affected the march and battle, and victory and life on the battlefield were the most important.

"Corporal, your squad is responsible for escorting the prisoners, and the others will move on in five minutes!"

The sergeant platoon commander poked his head out of the artillery bunker, the blue sky had completely calmed down, and groups of German infantry were advancing northward, and the moving tanks not only made a rumbling sound, but the tracks were constantly raising mud. At this time, more soldiers, vehicles and equipment are still being unloaded onto the beach, and the trestle bridges are being extended into the sea with the efforts of the sappers, and explosions are still heard from time to time on the beach, but it is only the sappers blasting the breakwater.

Not far east of this artillery bunker is the town of Bonemouth, but it is no longer a scenic seaside town, and heavy artillery fire has completely destroyed it. When a lone gunshot suddenly rang out from there, the sergeant wondered: Wasn't it already occupied?

"Lie down!"

Second Lieutenant Schevatz, with a bandage in his right hand, made a beautiful leap, and he took the time to greet his soldiers during the half second of flying in the air, and then he fell down gracefully in the mud puddle next to the road, the fly in the ointment was that when he touched the ground, he accidentally hurt the wound on his right arm. But before he could grin, the bullet from the shadows whizzed over his head, leaving a conspicuous bullet hole in a broken wall not far behind him.

"! These Englishmen are despicable to the extreme! ”

Second Lieutenant Schevaz reluctantly moved his poor right hand, which seemed to be not going to be worn out for the time being. He raised his head and looked around, the other German infantrymen in gray uniforms also fell to the ground as soon as they heard the gunshots, and no one wanted to die in this remote place until George V was captured alive.

The soldiers, who had distinguished themselves in the previous assault on the steep slopes of Bonemouth Beach, were now in the town of Bonemouth, which had been reduced to ruins. The roads here are already dilapidated, there is not a single intact house in sight, and the ground is littered with large blackened craters. In the open space not far away, there was also the wreckage of a British fighter plane painted in yellow-green camouflage, the main body of which had been broken into several pieces, and the left half of the wing was missing.

This wrecked plane is just a side epitome of that fierce air battle. On this morning, in order to fight for air supremacy in Britain, the British and German air forces engaged in a large-scale air battle near Bonemouth, although the number of planes participating in the battle was not the largest ever (342 in the London air battle), but the degree of excitement was absolutely unprecedented. The main types of aircraft invested by the two sides are the most advanced military aircraft of the two countries, and to a certain extent, this air battle is also a real combat test of the aviation level of the two countries. The final result proved that the German "Hummingbird" was worthy of the title of "the first fighter of the Great War," and that the British "Eagle" was indeed more powerful than any previous Allied aircraft, and even stronger than the German "Sea Eagle II" carrier-based attack plane and the same type of "Sky X" land-based attack aircraft.

As far as the Germans are concerned, they are not only happy for their excellent pilots, but also conduct more in-depth research on the fleet's anti-aircraft defense; it is difficult for a simple battleship anti-aircraft fire to completely intercept the opposing aircraft, and how to detect the enemy aircraft as early as possible in order to ensure that their own carrier-based aircraft have enough reaction time has become a new topic for German technicians, and the secret study of radar has been included in the naval development plan for the first time, and the improvement of anti-aircraft artillery and the research and development of new fighters must also be accelerated.

But a junior officer like Second Lieutenant Schevatz didn't have to worry about such troublesome tactical matters, and he barely had time to look up at the fierce aerial battlefield during the entire air battle, because his task was to keep his troops forward, as long as the crashed plane didn't hit his head. The British defence behind the beach seemed to be very weak, and although the two miles from the beach to the town of Bonemouth were littered with stakes, barbed wire, trenches, and trenches, not only were most of these defensive offensives destroyed by the shelling, but not many British soldiers resisted inside, and judging by the corpses, not many British were killed by the German bombardment.

The greatest casualties to the attacking German soldiers were the artillery positions deployed behind the hills, and the German infantry had to rush over those hills to clear the disgusting British artillery, and in the process few people fell under the shells of the opposing side, but fortunately the British could not fire grenades from behind the hills, otherwise the casualties of the German infantry would have been even greater.

Not long ago, the vanguard of tanks and infantry had captured and passed through this town, so when Szewartz and his soldiers first came here, the soldiers thought that no one would be alive here, but judging from what they had encountered during this time, there were at least a dozen or twenty British soldiers hiding in all corners of the town, it seems that the British were also bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and the remnants of the British army before were probably afraid of the power of the German tanks and held back, and now they see the appearance of Szewartz, a group of small fish and shrimp, They are alive again.

The very small number of British troops were able to hide here was also largely due to the town's geographical location, and whether or not the wells in Bonemouth were destroyed along with the town, the German landing force had no intention of establishing a significant stronghold here. The easternmost point of Bonemouth Beach was the estuary of a river, and when the third wave of attacking forces under Org's command occupied the area on the east side of the river, the 8th Army could obtain sufficient fresh water from that river and establish a landing force base camp nearby. Of course, the landing force was also prepared to deal with the British in the river, and a batch of seawater stills was to be carried to the beach with the follow-up troops in case of emergency.

The vanguard did not stop long after entering the town of Bonemouth, but drove northward without stopping, and most of the follow-up troops did not pass through the town, where roads and houses were badly damaged, so that no troops had made a thorough clean-up of the town until Szenair and his soldiers arrived.

The town was full of ruined walls and half-collapsed houses, and it was in these hidden places that British soldiers hid in waiting for an opportunity to carry out surprise attacks. Bullets flew from inconspicuous corners from time to time, and Szenwáz and his soldiers had to move forward with great care. As soon as the British were spotted, they were greeted with bullets and grenades, but this did not seem particularly effective, and Scorerz did not intend to withdraw from the town until reinforcements arrived.

"Where are the damned Britons hiding?"

Lying in the mud, Szenvaz soon felt that his clothes were getting cold and wet, and most of the snow in the vicinity was melting under the constant shelling, so that it seemed as if it had rained here, but in order to save his life, he had to jump into the mud puddle desperately.

"The bullets seem to be coming from the east!" The soldier who replied next to him was not very sure, this town is not big, no more than half a mile from north to south, close to one mile from east to west, the area is not large, but there are many places to hide.

"Lieutenant, let's ask for artillery reinforcements!"

Another blonde soldier lying on the ground straightened the steel helmet on his head, his delicate face was now covered with mud, and the beautiful gray private's uniform was also mud from east to west, and even the bayonet that was originally bright had lost its luster because of the mud.

"Man, do you want to be smashed by those larger-than-human shells!"

Stzewatz, who held Ruger 08 in his left hand, looked around, when they were in Poland and France, they usually asked for fire support from the regimental artillery battalion when they encountered this situation, but now their artillery battalion has probably just been transported to the beach, and the mortars carried by the infantry companies have not much to do with the enemy hiding in the ruins, and the only thing they can call now is naval artillery and air support.

Syllable......

The gunshots rang out again, and from the sound it was indeed Lee. Enfield rifle, but the shooter hiding in the shadows doesn't seem to be very good, Schevatz thinks it should be just a very ordinary British soldier, not a specially trained sniper, but unfortunately the snipers in the landing force also followed the assault force to continue to advance inland, street fighting is a paradise for snipers, and they have a very outstanding performance on the French battlefield.

The British bullet struck a wall in front of Szewarts, where the infantry lay down in a small single- or double-storey house. After being hit by a 305-millimeter shell, it is now left with only a small section of the wall less than 30 centimeters high, and as for the wooden beams, masonry, furniture and the like, it has long since disappeared.

After this shooting, the soldiers could only tell that the British were indeed shooting at them from the east, but they still did not find the exact location of the British soldiers, and the poor German infantry had to move like bugs in the mud, and finally the number 20 people all shrank behind the broken walls of the house.

Syllable......

The opponent quickly fired a third bullet, this time still hitting the wall in front of the soldiers, and splashed a lot of small sand and gravel particles, and the head of the blonde mustache, which was about to poke out, suddenly lowered again.

As during the attack on the steep slope, Szewáz borrowed an M16 helmet from a nearby soldier. Officers of his kind did not seem to like to have their heads shrunk under steel helmets, and he now wore a captain's flat-topped short-brimmed military cap, which was also gray in cloth, with an eagle-shaped cockade on the front and a red ring on the brim. The hat looked stylish, but like the previous peaked helmets made of pressed cloth and leather, it had little protection for the head, but there was no way to force these stubborn officers to wear helmets, as many colonels and generals preferred to wear beautiful flat or pointed helmets to gray-looking steel helmets when they went into battle.

"I use my helmet to get that guy's attention, and when he shoots, we'll get up and suppress the fire, especially Corporal Gerritt, your machine gun must fire as soon as possible!" Immediately after, the three of you rushed over from the left, and the three of you rushed out from the right, everyone must be careful! Szenatz whispered to the soldiers assigning the task, he didn't want to wait here until the other side ran out of bullets, maybe the British soldier had a large box of ammunition next to him.

Syllable...... While......

Szenart had just lifted his helmet over the broken wall when the other man opened fire again, only to hit the helmet not with bullets, but with small pebbles that bounced off the wall. Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's shooting and reloading, Szewarz quickly got up and fired forward with his pistol, and the other soldiers also raised their rifles and fired, and the only light machine gun in the platoon also set up a low wall and fired forward at the first time. The town of Bonemouth, which had been dormant for a long time, came alive again, and the bullets of the German infantry splashed clouds of mud and sand on the ground and the ruins in front of them, but none of them hit the British soldiers hiding in the shadows.

Under the cover of their own fire, six infantrymen with guns in their left hands and grenades in their right hands bravely rushed out.

Syllable...... Burst......

The British opened fire again, and the private next to Szewarts shook his body, and when the rifle in his hand slipped off, his body fell straight backwards. In this way, another young life was forever left in the muddy England, his dull pupils reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and sun.

This time, the German infantrymen finally saw each other, and the muzzle fire appeared in a half-collapsed house, less than 200 meters from the side of Szewarts. For a moment, all the weapons, including the light machine gun, were firing there, and the opening of the British shot was instantly covered with bullets and fragments.

"Keep shooting, don't stop!"

Second Lieutenant Schenwarts's left hand pulled the trigger repeatedly, the soldiers' machine guns and rifles were desperately firing at each other, and the six soldiers also saw the hiding place of the British, and they began to sprint for more than 100 meters without fear. Steel helmets, square backpacks, and bayonets flashing in the sunlight jumped to the sound of their dull footsteps. Szenart had made up his mind that if the Englishman was still alive, he would be rewarded with a shuttle of bullets.

The British did not fire again, and the charging German infantry threw the grenades thirty or forty meters from the ruins, and the wooden-handled grenades made graceful arcs in the air, and the place where the British were hiding was suddenly shrouded in a burst of explosive fire and smoke.

Unfortunately, when the German infantry panted and ran in front of the ruins, there was not even a single figure there, there was a space under a few stone slabs that could only accommodate one and a half people, a blanket and a dozen bullet casings were all the things left by the British, this place that could not even be called a sniper bunker was connected on both sides, and the cunning British soldiers had already fled from behind.

This would be the case if street fighting were carried out purely by infantry. Just as the whole team of Szewarts was about to start again, several tanks rumbled into the town, followed by more than 200 infantry, this is the famous "Guderi Armored Assault Group", which consists of a certain number of tanks, armored vehicles and infantry to form a combat unit, specially used to break through the opponent's defensive positions, capture the opponent's towns and strongholds, and carry out rapid tactical maneuvers.

The lead tank stopped in front of the dirty infantrymen, its engine still rumbling, and on the turret sat a tank-clad lieutenant.

"Second Lieutenant, what's going on here? It seems that there is a battle here, and the division headquarters ordered us to come and have a look! ”

Stevatz looked up at the average-looking lieutenant, the gray steel chariot and the black tank soldier uniform made him look tall and handsome, being able to become a tank soldier was a very happy thing for most German soldiers, neither had to suffer from the cold nor had to worry about bullets, it was even better to be a tank commander sitting on the turret, they were always the most admired and popular figures for women when entering French towns.

"We've met the Britons who are hiding in corners like rats and shooting at us, I think there are at least a dozen of them! It's a pity that we don't have heavy artillery, otherwise we could have blasted them into the sky casually! Szenatz said and glanced behind him, the town had calmed down again after the tanks had arrived, and the British were wise enough to know that their bullets were unlikely to do any damage to them.

The lieutenant in the tank picked up the telescope hanging on his chest and looked around, but he did not see a single figure, and everything was destroyed by the shelling, just like the church on the hill not far away.

"Second Lieutenant, can you tell us exactly where those rats are? I can't seem to see them! ”

"I'm afraid not! They are all hidden in some shady places, and sometimes they change places! I think we need to evacuate and clean up every place where people might be hiding! "Szenvaz thinks that the armoured assault team alone will be enough to clean up the place, but it will take some time.

"Alright! Anyway, we have to wait for our armored vehicles to come and rendezvous! The lieutenant called the other tank commanders and infantry commanders in the assault group, "We have one tank and two platoons of infantry as a team, everyone carefully inspect every corner of this place, according to the second lieutenant, there are no less than ten British soldiers hidden here!" ”

Only then did Szewáz notice that they only had 4 tanks, and that an assault group should have 6 armored vehicles during training and exercises, but the guys who walked on wheels were passing through the road that the engineering unit had just carved out on the breakwater, and it would take some time for them to reach Saches, and the biggest weakness of these armored vehicles was that they could not cross the trench wider than their tires.

The tanks and infantry were quick to get into action, and the steel tracks of the tanks were formidable as they scrapped over piles of rubble, and in carpet clearing, the British soldiers who dared to resist would soon be bombarded by German tank guns, whose 37mm tank guns on their turrets could easily destroy any target here.

With the German tank and infantry squads pressing forward step by step, the remaining British obediently chose to surrender. Szen finally saw the snipers as white-skinned, pure Britons - the few native soldiers left behind in Bonemouth and the last of the defenders on Bonemouth's beach line. Looking at the dejected-looking, mud-covered British soldiers, Szenart wanted to beat them up like rats, but the fierce sound of gunfire from the north caught their attention.

Cosmo's troops, who had withdrawn to the rear during the bombardment, were slow to move due to the harassment of the German air forces, and they managed to take advantage of the Anglo-German air battle to regroup, but before they reached Bonemouth, they encountered the vanguard of the German landing, and it was imperative for them to retake Bonemouth, but in reality there was little hope.