In a trench dug by an aqueduct north of Abersoch, Evan Gallah cautiously poked his head out and looked out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe heavy artillery fire from the sea had just succeeded in blocking another round of British offensive, and the potholed fields were already full of mud, the mutilated remains of the fallen could be seen everywhere, and the destroyed or abandoned chariots were like stacks of wheat piled up in the wheat fields during the harvest season, one pile to the east and one to the west.

Seeing that there was no new surge in sight, Gallaher took a breath and pulled out the kettle from behind him, unscrewing it with his mud-stained hand. When the water enters the throat, there is a feeling of relaxation like a rain.

"Look, another German unit has come up!" Private Cahill, with his back against the wall of the trench, turned his head to look south, where a group of German soldiers wearing steel helmets with large ears were making their way through the trenches to the forward line. The gray-green camouflage field uniforms they wore were clean and tidy, and they looked like the reinforcements who had just landed on the Coen Peninsula.

Seeing the arrival of the fully armed reinforcements, a German major in the trench immediately shouted: "Attention! Note! The wounded can evacuate their positions to the rear and receive medical treatment! ”

Gallah glanced at Cahill beside him, the back of his right hand was scratched by a bullet with a deep scar, and he had hastily bandaged it with a hemostatic bandage, and the bleeding seemed to have stopped, but judging from the painful expression on his face when he pulled the bolt, he was now completely gritting his teeth and holding on.

"Go ahead!" Gallaher nodded at Cahill.

Cahill was a little reluctant: "If I leave, you will be left alone here." ”

"How so?" Gallaher barely squeezed out a smile, "There are still many Irish here, and besides, the Germans are also more reliable partners on the battlefield, so don't worry!" After the battle, it is the most important thing to keep your hand at the moment. ”

The last sentence clearly spoke to Cahill's heart, and he stopped hesitating, opened his hand and hugged Gallaher, exchanged good luck, left the submachine gun, and walked away quickly with the rifle on his back.

Cahill's place was soon filled by two German soldiers, one tall and one short.

"Hello!" Gallaher offered to greet them in German.

The short German soldier noticed Gallaher's paratrooper armband at a glance and asked respectfully: "Are you an Irish paratrooper?" ”

Gallaher reported to his home: "Private Evan Gallaher, 1st Class of the Royal Irish 1st Paratrooper Battalion. ”

"Private Tosten Reinhardt, 552nd Infantry Regiment of the Royal German Army."

The two sides shook hands amicably.

In contrast, the tall German soldier's greeting attitude seemed perfunctory, or his attention was drawn to the bloody battlefield images.

The short soldier picked up the T-Beretta 28 submachine gun left by Cahill, based on the deep relationship between the two armies, the outside world generally regarded the Irish Wehrmacht as a miniature version of the German army, but in fact, in addition to the high degree of basic training, there are many differences between the two sides in terms of tactical organization and operational thinking, which is inevitably related to the completely different geopolitical environment and strategic positioning of the two countries. The Irish Army attaches great importance to tactical units at the level of the "squad", and the tactics of the German Army usually revolve around the "platoon"; The Irish introduced and heavily armed the Browning M1911 light machine gun, a weapon that the Germans disdained and preferred for a heavy machine gun capable of consistently delivering firepower; The Irish army distributed submachine guns evenly among squads, and the German army was accustomed to assigning each company a high proportion of commandos armed with automatic weapons......

The standard submachine guns of the German Army are the MP26 and MP30 developed by Bergman, and the appearance and structure are quite different from the T-Beretta 28 submachine gun developed by Ireland, but the three submachine guns are relatively close in terms of cost and performance, and the ammunition is common to each other, which provides considerable convenience for the joint operations of the two armies.

"When did you land?" Gallaher asked casually.

The short German soldier rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch: "Half an hour ago." ”

The tall man interjected coldly: "We boarded the ship three hours ago, landed half an hour ago, and arrived at the front line three minutes ago, we are like parts on an industrial assembly line, and when our group of people dies one by one, there will be new troops to reinforce us...... What is the difference between the battlefield here and the meat grinder? ”

The short German soldier did not pay attention to his companions, but asked Gallaher: "How is the damage in your paratrooper battalion from yesterday until now?" ”

Gallaher was stunned for a moment, and his eyes instantly dimmed.

"I don't know the situation of the whole battalion, our combat group was 11 people when it landed, and now I am the only one left on the front line...... 5 people were killed and 5 wounded. ”

The tall German soldier interjected again: "Then you are really God's favorite!" Hopefully we'll have the best of luck staying with you. ”

The short German soldier patted Gallaher on the arm, and was about to say a few words of comfort, when the tall German soldier exclaimed, "Look, there's movement on the other side!" ”

Gallaher lay on the edge of the trench and pulled out the telescope he had picked up—one of its lenses was shattered, and only one side could be used. In the optically magnified field of vision, countless British soldiers seemed to be ants attracted by food, rushing towards this side, and chariots were spewing green smoke and marching among the infantry.

Suddenly looking into the field behind the British infantry and chariots, Gallaher knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly called two German soldiers to guard against enemy shelling. As soon as the words fell, the screeching of the cannonballs in the air sounded rapidly, followed by violent explosions and violent shaking, and the soldiers on the defensive line hid like gophers.

The British artillery fire was rapid and fierce, and in less than ten minutes the Allied positions were plowed again, and many trenches collapsed due to direct shells, but the artillery fire of the field artillery was not enough to inflict heavy damage on the entire defensive line. As soon as the British shelling ended, a crisp whistle sounded from the Allied positions, and the soldiers who had temporarily retreated to avoid the shelling quickly returned to their respective positions, and a group of "Teutonic Knights" also came from the direction of the beach and set up a defensive position a hundred meters behind the first line of trenches.

Gallah reminded the two German soldiers: "Beware of the enemy's machine guns, which are usually deployed at a distance of 800 meters and carry out erratic strafing fire, and many people have lost their lives as a result, so be careful." ”

Somewhat unexpectedly, the short German replied calmly: "We have heard about this, and I heard that the command has specially transferred two tank companies to clear the British support fire. ”

Gallaher turned his head to look at the German heavy tanks that were much thicker than the "Celtic warriors", and his heart suddenly felt a lot more steady.

After a short while, the British attacking force gradually approached the range of machine guns, and before the defensive line opened fire, a heart-stopping scream suddenly rang out in the sky again, this time smashing into the ground from the coalition ships cruising in the coastal waters. The first round of artillery fire was so close to the Allied lines that it was suspected of injuring their own soldiers, but after correction, the naval fire accurately hit the British troops, and the British infantry and the chariots quickly stopped moving - the shells did not care, and the flamestorm swept through the open fields, shrapnel scattered in all directions, and countless broken arms danced in the air......

Although the density of fire was not as dense as that of the British shelling, the artillery fire of the Allied ships lasted for more than 20 minutes, including many medium-caliber naval guns, which were equivalent to the heavy howitzers of the army units. After the artillery fire subsided, the tall German soldier looked out and muttered, "Are the British finished?" ”

"How can it be so easy!" As he answered, Gallah immersed himself in preparing for the battle—opening magazines in a few convenient places, stockpiling a dozen grenades in a safe place, and carefully checking the first-aid kit in his pocket.

The smoke gradually dispersed, and the dead fields in front of the defense line soon had "life", and the chariots that looked as if they had been blown up by artillery fire began to move again, and some bombarded the Allied defense line with chariot guns on the spot, and the British soldiers who were crawling on the ground got up and cautiously pushed forward, and the sound of machine guns gradually became dense.

The enemy tanks and skirmishers moved forward, and as soon as the target was within effective range of the rifles, the two German soldiers beside Gallaher began to shoot, banging and banging, and they obviously did not have a clear idea of the effect of the shot.

Ignoring the two seemingly calm, but in fact nervous German soldiers, Gallaher lay quietly on the edge of the trench, his Hubert-II rifle resting on a specially stacked concave mound. The British machine guns began to sweep back and forth, and thanks to this seemingly inconspicuous mound, the Irish paratroopers only had to lower their heads slightly to ensure that they were safe, and the two German soldiers were so shocked that they retreated into the trenches several times.

The Irish paratroopers had no intention of laughing at the two new allies, just twenty hours ago, when he stepped out of the cabin door, his hands and feet were shaking involuntarily, and his head was blank when he landed, and after twenty hours of blood, he was no longer the same person as yesterday, he watched his companions fall one by one, his cowardice had been drowned out in anger, he could take the life of his enemies like a hunter hunting, he could endure the stormy waves like a rock, as long as he had not fallen, He was able to keep fighting.

Bang......

The Hubert-II rifle in Gallaher's hand finally rang out, and then, he grasped the butt with his left hand and pulled the bolt quickly with his right hand, and the yellow bullet casing drew a parabola in the air. Aim, concentrate, shoot, and the target falls.

After repeating this several times, Gallah suddenly put away his rifle, leaned it against the wall of the trench, bowed his head and stooped over, and when he got up, he already had two wooden-handled grenades in his left hand, and a pair of indifferent eyes were fixed on the front of the position.

At this time, the front line of the British skirmishers was still two hundred meters away, and the tall German soldier next to him was loading his rifle, and when he saw Gallaher like this, he sneered: "Hey, paratroopers, can you throw a grenade a hundred meters away?" ”

Gallah ignored it, and at that moment there was a whistle from the opposite side—a sound that could penetrate the battlefield where the guns roared, and certainly not one or two whistles could do it. As if by magic, the advancing line of attack moved abruptly: the infantry with bayonets began to trot, and the chariots at the head of the attack struggled with a dull roar.

In an instant, the firepower of the attacking and defending sides showed a terrifying explosion.

Gallah did not move, his posture reminiscent of a leopard peeping through the grass to peep at its prey, and when the British infantry followed the chariot into the fifty-meter line, he switched one grenade from his left hand to his right hand, quickly pulled off the pull ring and threw it with great force, then threw a second one with the same speed.

These two grenades killed and wounded more British infantry than the two German soldiers next to them fired from their rifles from head to tail.

(End of chapter)