Under the scorching sun, the gray military uniform of light machine gunner Dimir Hook was already wet with sweat, and he thought that the leather pointed helmet was too hot, so he simply took it off and hung it behind his back, and rolled up his sleeves high, matching the tall and burly figure, showing his tough temperament. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The number of French soldiers on the other side of the railway bridge was not as large as the previous ambush on this side of the river, but most of the heavy machine guns were deployed on the opposite bank, and the French now only had to block the bridge deck passage to effectively block the attack of the German assault troops. On the bridge deck, two Hubert-13s slowly advanced towards the opposite bank, and the combat crews sitting in the chariots were protected by armor, but the naval infantry who followed the chariots were not so lucky. They tried to cling to the rear of the chariot as close as possible to avoid the bullets fired from the opposite bank. Although the French machine-gun fire was relatively concentrated at the bridgehead on the opposite bank, the riflemen lined up along the riverbank. As the German tanks got closer and closer to the bridgehead on the opposite bank, the French, who were far away from the bridgehead, opened fire diagonally, constantly shooting the German infantry behind the tank.

Seeing the brothers in front of him fall one by one, Hook was angry and hateful, and he kept firing back at the French riflemen with a point of fire, but it was like swatting flies in the toilet, and he felt like he had killed a lot, but there were still a lot of them wandering around in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Hook had already finished two magazines. Because of the gunfire from time to time on the other side, he and his ammunition man were lying on the ground, trying to keep their bodies low, but when changing the magazine, the ammunition man had to raise his head and body slightly, and as a result, before the third magazine was loaded, the bullets flying from the opposite side hit his head impartially, and the red and white instantly splashed Hook's face.

Far from being frightened, this stout man looked like a wounded beast, with fire in his eyes and teeth rattling. He picked up the magazine from his fallen companion, propped himself on one elbow, twisted his upper body and loaded it into the magazine seat. During this time, several bullets grazed past him, but he ignored them. After changing the magazine, he pressed his broad shoulders against the butt of the gun, and fired at the blue hats on the opposite bank that were faintly protruding from the top!

At the same time, the double-gun shooter Fellrich was advancing with his infantry along the maintenance channel on the east side of the railway bridge to the opposite bank. They were slightly luckier than their counterparts on the bridge, because the maintenance route was located at a low level, and the French soldiers on the other side of the river had to lower their guns to get there, and the iron barricades on both sides of the maintenance path also blocked a lot of bullets for them. Even so, Ferrich's soldiers were still being attritional, the dead were often silent, and the wails of the wounded pierced Fairrich's heart like knives, and he wished he could jump into the French shooting bunker at once, shoot his bow left and right, and kill all those French soldiers in three strikes and five by two, but the reality was that he could only follow his companions in the platoon of friends and crawl cautiously.

Seeing that there were still about twenty meters left on the other side of the bridge, Fellrich felt that he could rush across the bridge with a quick assault, but at this moment, the river bank in front of him fired accurate and lethal bullets one after another, and he watched the infantry in front of him be hit one after another, and the slow advance was completely stalled, let alone an assault, and his own life could be lost at any time.

Fairrich thought that he would die in this war, from artillery fire, machine guns, bayonets, etc., but when it was time to die, there was a very strong desire to survive in his heart - he had just experienced the pleasure of winning the battle, and there was one victory after another waiting for him to take it off, and he didn't want to die in such an inexplicable place, and without even seeing what his opponent looked like...... So, he searched for the damn French gunman, and eventually zeroed in on behind a dark green bush. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly raised his right hand, took aim with one eye, turned on the bolt safety of the Mauser pistol, and fired five rounds at a rate of one second.

In an instant, the bush shook its branches and flew bullets, and it was only two centimeters away from shooting Fairrich in the head.

The left cheek was cut by the debris of the bullet, but Fellrich did not care about it, he held the gun firmly in his right hand, fired five more rounds at the same pace, and then quickly handed the Mauser pistol in his left hand to his right hand, and fired eight shots in the same way, leaving only two bullets in the gun. Fairrich knew in his heart that if the French shooter did not die, he would not escape death with his accuracy.

In a tense and suffocating atmosphere, a minute is as long as a year.

Fairrich stared intently at the bush, awaiting the verdict of fate. The German officers and soldiers in the back apparently also noticed the formidable French shooter, and the machine-gun bullets repeatedly swept over the bush and its surroundings. After a long time, no more bullets were fired from behind the bushes, but Fellrich did not dare to be careless, and he cautiously crawled forward, moved to the side of a fallen companion, and used his remains as cover to reload the empty Mauser pistol.

Seeing that the deadly threat from the left front was temporarily eliminated, the officer's urging came from behind Fellrich, and several naval infantrymen hurriedly got up, only to see them carrying rifles, hunched over, running a few steps as swiftly as cats, and as soon as they heard the guns fired from the opposite side, they immediately fell down, and aimed their guns and fired in one go.

The two remaining riflemen in the squad passed by, and Fairrich turned his head to see the machine gunner's elbow against his heel, holding a Madsen light machine gun and the Frenchman on the other side. With the addition of the 2nd Marine Brigade, the German attacking forces gathered on the east bank of the bridge had formed an overwhelming numerical advantage over the French defenders here, although the two French field guns occupied the ideal position and took advantage of the firing range, the French defenders on the west bank of the bridge were still overwhelmed by the German firepower, and the blocking fire became weaker and weaker.

Fellrich had no intention of feeling the mystery of escaping death, he knew that the only way to get out of danger was to win, so he waved his left hand, roared "attack", and suddenly got up and rushed forward. With the banner under their leadership, the morale of the infantry was immediately boosted, and the slowly advancing ranks suddenly increased their pace.

Seeing that the steps to the river bank were in front of him, Fellrich suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange cloud of gunsmoke out of the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to see that he was almost disheartened: between the two piers hung a fuse that was burning with a fuse!

Following the fuse, Fellrich quickly found the explosives it was about to detonate – several wooden crates were stacked solidly at the base of the piers. If it was filled with high explosives, it would be enough to blow the pier and the surrounding deck away.

The pier can be reached by the maintenance passage, but you have to climb two meters up the vertical ladder to get to the explosives. Time was pressing, and Fellrich did not have time to inform his companions, but as soon as he reached the pier, a shuttle of bullets swept in, and he felt a numbness in his thighs, and subconsciously touched it, and his hands were covered with blood.

By this time, one of the riflemen in the squad had caught up with him, and although climbing the ladder could have killed him at any moment, the situation in front of him could not have been more obvious. Seeing that Fellrich was injured in the leg and could not move, the brave naval soldier put his rifle aside and resolutely climbed up the fixed vertical ladder welded to the pier. Fellrich sat down against the pier, fired two shots at the French machine-gun bunker on the opposite bank, dropped the empty Mauser pistol, held the one full of bullets in both hands, and knew that his bullets could not penetrate the mound of the machine-gun bunker, but still aimed and fired. In the blink of an eye, the brave German soldier climbed to the base of the bridge pier, and he pulled out the sapper shovel from behind him, and cut the fuse in one fell swoop.

On the deck above this pier, a Hubert-13 had just been hit by fire from a French field gun, and instead of piercing the hull armor, the shell destroyed its right inducing wheel, rendering it incapacitated. Dozens of naval infantrymen followed the only one Hubert-13 to the bridgehead, and twenty or thirty meters further on the French trench. Although the French did not expect the Germans to storm Amiens with marines at this time, it was clear that the defending commander had done his homework on a regular basis, digging infantry trenches here that could withstand the bombardment of ordinary field artillery, constructing machine-gun bunkers with civil structures, and converting several fortified houses in the vicinity into small defensive positions.

In order to win this battle, the capture of French positions was a very crucial part. The naval infantry began to throw grenades with wooden handles, which were so strong that they could be thrown directly into the French trenches. The French army, which entered the war under the banner of attack, devoted most of its energy to the development and equipment of offensive weapons, grenades were regarded as defensive weapons like heavy artillery, and grenades were issued to front-line soldiers in small quantities. In the face of grenades thrown by German soldiers, the French soldiers in the bridgehead could not return fire in the same way. After a series of explosions, their frontal blocking fire came to a near standstill.

With the officer's order, the German soldiers who followed the chariot rushed forward with great vigor, but as soon as they rushed out of the bridge, they were directly bombarded by the French field artillery. Under the intensive blow of the shrapnel bombs, fifteen or six of the more than 20 naval infantrymen who rushed to the front were brutally killed or wounded, and the steel balls that burst out of the shrapnel hit the front of the Hubert-13, leaving several pits. Enraged by the slaughter of their own infantry, the German tank members shook the barrels of their guns to their maximum elevation angles and fired angry fire at the positions of the French field guns.

Many German soldiers seemed to be frightened by the terrible killing scene of the shrapnel shells, lying on the ground and not daring to advance, only seven or eight naval infantry bravely continued to rush forward, and before rushing into the French trenches, only one of them was knocked down by the enemy's bullets, and the rest resolutely entered the French position where the situation was not clear. Encouraged by this, another group of German naval infantry, led by a few officers, rushed forward unstoppably. With a 100-meter dash and tightrope mentality, they completed the short death march from the bridgehead to the French trench, and once the melee was engaged, the German naval infantry, armed with more automatic and semi-automatic weapons, would turn on their invincibility mode and drive the French defenders out of their positions once and for all.

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