As the sun rises and the temperature rises, two soldiers in camouflage field uniforms and helmets with blue foliage on their helmets conceal their silhouettes with the help of a bush of sea buckthorn, their armbands featuring swords and shamrocks, the emblem of the Royal Irish Army, in a wilderness in the middle of the Coen Peninsula. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In front of their line of sight, a British army has built a position on a sandy road running north-south, and the soldiers are still reinforcing their trenches at this time, and this front gives people the most intuitive feeling that it is rudimentary and thin, unlike those used for long-term garrisons and can resist the fierce attack of the enemy, so its use is nothing more than vigilance and defense, and assembly and attack.

About two kilometers east of the British position, there was a dense patch of red pines, and from a distance, the forest was very popular, and there must have been a considerable number of heavy weapons deployed there to avoid the threat from the air.

The duo who were lying behind sea buckthorn to observe the enemy's situation, one with a long face and narrow forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, was a standard European handsome man, and the other had a short face and a wide forehead, a short nose and a wide mouth, like which many successful businessmen and wealthy landlords looked like. Whether handsome or ugly, with a uniform and a mission in mind, there is no distinction in essence.

After observing for a long time, the shrewd-looking soldier whispered to his companion: "Look, there is a big dark shadow in the southwest corner of the woods, I think it is a British chariot, and the British must have deployed formed armored units here, maybe a company, maybe a battalion, if we can't figure it out, we will inevitably run into trouble when we attack." ”

The handsome soldier replied with some assumptions: "Oh, I saw the black shadow you mentioned, and it is eighty percent likely that it is a heavy chariot." If only we were paratroopers, we would have crossed the enemy line and looked closer, and it was clear at a glance. ”

"Are you sure you want to parachute at gunpoint of the enemy? What would it be like to have the British guns kill you before you have even landed, or dozens of British soldiers with bayonets waiting for you when you have landed? ”

"Then let the bombers drop a few incendiary bombs into the woods and burn the trees, and what is inside will be clear at a glance?" The handsome guy muttered.

"Come on, if it's that simple, why send us out? You continue to watch here, and I'll go back and report first. His companion said as he tucked the telescope into the leather case and moved it back gently. Not far behind them lay two yellow-green camouflage painted two-wheeled motorcycles, covered with camouflage cloth, and two other soldiers in the same attire stood guard with guns in a kneeling position.

Four-man two-motor, this is the most common tactical reconnaissance unit in the Irish Army.

The sound of thunderous artillery could be heard from a distance, it was the coalition warships shelling the British troops in the north of the Coen Peninsula, and this sound was just enough to drown out the sound of motorcycles, so after the short-faced soldier stepped back from his reconnaissance position, his partner put on his rifle, put away the camouflage cloth, started the motorcycle, and drove his companion to the northwest.

The salty sea breeze blew from that direction.

The handsome Irish soldier did not look back during the whole time of his comrade's departure, he seemed to have become accustomed to this role as a queen, and his expression was very calm, and there was no dissatisfaction or frustration on his face.

After about ten minutes, a dull roar came from the rear, and the Irish scouts, who were crawling behind the sea buckthorn, finally turned their heads, only to see a large group of warplanes coming from the west and flying east. Although they did not reach the momentum of covering the sky and the sun, they still gave people an unstoppable sense of majesty, and these warhawks did not fly forward with one mind, and in the process of moving deep into the battle line, small formations continued to disperse, gradually reducing from the flight altitude of the large formation to a low altitude, and then launched air attacks on British targets on the ground.

Moments later, four biplane fighters painted with the Iron Cross logo flew close to the ground, and their appearance immediately triggered a fierce reaction in the British defense line, the dense roar of the Vickers machine gun Titicaca and the slow roar of the Vickers machine gun thumping were intertwined, and the rain of bullets seemed to be ready to shoot down the four German fighters, but they shuttled freely over the British positions with superb flying skills, waiting for the opportunity to drop the small aerial bombs mounted under the fuselage, and then climb and fly high.

Just after the previous round of attacks, the sound of gunfire on the British positions weakened slightly, and at that moment, a rare whistling sound was heard in the air. People looked up and saw two light gray lower wings swooping down at a surprising angle, their trajectory almost straight, as fast as two lightning bolts, and those who were not familiar with the situation worried about whether they would fall, but they quickly gave the answer with accurate bomb drops and beautiful pull-ups.

"Awesome job!" The Irish scouts crawling behind the sea buckthorn sincerely admired, the two dive bombers in front of them are obviously the Ju-17 or Ju-33 developed and produced by Deutsche Aviation, they have unparalleled large-angle dive bombing ability and extremely high bombing accuracy, under the control of excellent pilots, the diameter error of the bomb landing point can be controlled within 50 meters, and its accuracy has been qualitatively improved compared with the traditional horizontal bombing, which is also incomparable with the Irish IK-30 and its improved model IK-31.

The bombshells dropped by the two dive bombers immediately turned into two columns of smoke that rose into the sky, and the shock of a violent explosion could be felt from a distance of several kilometers, and in the blink of an eye, two more fighters attacked the British line in the same way. Although the damage to the entire line of defense was limited, the greatest effect of this dive bombing was to deal a heavy psychological blow to ordinary British soldiers, making them fear the powerful attack power of the coalition forces.

Most people would have been happy to see their own fighters ravaging the British positions, and this handsome Irish scout was no exception, his eyes lingered on the fire-lit and dusty battlefield for a long time, hoping that one or two bombs would be dropped into the pine forest, but the Allied pilots seemed to prefer to attack visible enemy targets, after all, bombs were limited, and naturally occurring woods and bushes abound on the Cohen Peninsula, which is dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry.

As the bombing continued, most people focused their attention on the low-medium altitude and the ground, but in fact the situation at the middle and high altitudes was decisive - the eagles of both sides had already started another fierce fight. The coalition fighters tried to strangle the British Air Force's air combat forces, they had a clear numerical advantage, and instead of the strategy of closely protecting their own bombers the day before, the killing of British fighters was given top priority.

Due to the loss of the close protection of their own fighters, the pilots of the coalition bombers were also faced with a severe combat situation, and the general weak self-defense firepower of the tactical bombers was difficult to compete with the British fighters.

The officers and men on the British position had been confused by the fierce bombardment, everyone was honestly cowering in the trenches, and the machine gun and machine gun fire were no longer as fierce as at the beginning, so the Irish scouts turned their attention to the allied pilots who had parachuted, and seeing a white umbrella flower falling not far away, he quickly withdrew from the lurking position, knelt down and said to his partner who stayed by the motorcycle: "Hank, you go and pick up the pilot, if he is still alive, send him directly back to the battalion headquarters, understand?" ”

His partner, a freckled blonde young man two years younger than him, had just been keeping an eye on his own skydiving pilots. After receiving instructions from his companion, he packed up his motorcycle with a quick movement and put on windproof glasses: "Is it okay for you to stay here alone?" ”

The Scout took off his Hubert-II rifle from his back, loaded the bullet with a handsome gesture, and replied affirmatively: "Don't worry, I'll be fine, be careful yourself!" ”

The motorcyclist nodded, it was less than two kilometers from the British position, and they had to find the right time to come and go in case the British were probing, and the fierce air raid was just enough to drown out the sound of their conversation and the start of the motorcycle.

After seeing his partner leave, the scout returned to the back of the sea buckthorn, and frowned at first glance: four British cavalrymen crossed the position and rushed towards him, didn't they find themselves?

Looking up again, all of a sudden, a parachute floated leisurely towards this side, and the guy hanging under the umbrella was still kicking in the air with his two feet!

The Irish Army, which is integrated into the German style, is not inferior to any other country's strict training, and the Scout is the second elite role in the Irish Army after the paratroopers, and the recruits are eligible to participate in the selection after serving for more than one year, and must be proficient in physical fitness, fighting, shooting, drawing, and driving, so they enjoy the most generous salary among the soldiers. Seeing the four British cavalry approaching rapidly, the Irish scout, who was crawling behind the sea buckthorn, was undaunted, he picked up his rifle with gentle movements, and focused on aiming until he was fully sure that he had hit the leading British cavalryman, and then pulled the trigger......

The loud sound of the bomb completely drowned out the faint sound of gunfire, and the leading cavalry fell from their horses, and the three cavalrymen behind them looked around in panic, and few British soldiers on the position would probably notice the unexpected situation here.

The Irish scout pulled the bolt quickly, and the rate of fire of the Hubert-II, which was not inferior to that of the Enfield-II, showed a huge advantage, and three seconds later, he opened fire for the second time, and the second British cavalryman fell less than twenty meters from where his companion had fallen. Sea buckthorn covered the small amount of smoke and dust from the rifle fire, and with the two sides separated by more than 100 meters, the remaining two British cavalrymen still could not find the attacker's hiding place. In this unsheltered open area, in order to avoid the same misfortune as their companions, they leaned over their horses and drove them to constantly change the direction of their running.

After five or six seconds of staring at the sight, the handsome Irish scout made three shots, but this time he was a little unlucky, and the bullet was slightly off, and the two British horsemen immediately turned around when they heard the gunshot, and galloped all the way towards their own position.

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