With a short and sharp whistling, a cannonball fell next to the slowly advancing Spitfire Chariot, and the metal fragments and debris and sand generated by the explosion hit the outer wall of the chariot with a loud sound, and the German marines within ten meters subconsciously crawled down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Worried about the safety of the soldiers under his command, Dibalt hurriedly beckoned: "Is anyone injured?" ”

The Marines who were right behind Dibalt looked at me, I looked at you, and then gave a negative answer.

Before Dibalt could order the soldiers to move on, two shells passed over their heads with a palpitating sound like an iron spoon scraping a porcelain plate, and the young non-commissioned officer was suddenly crushed to the ground by the great fear in his heart, and he wanted to stay motionless until the end of the battle, but on the battlefield, the safest state was never to remain still in the open field.

After a few moments, several soldiers from the fire support squad caught up and brought 60mm mortars, which were easy to operate and carry, and could play a high firing accuracy in the hands of well-trained soldiers, and were suitable for attacking targets 50 meters away and within 600 meters without dead ends.

As if pardoned, Dibalt shouted at the top of his voice: "Mortar group, attack the enemy infantry on the right front!" Riflemen, cover the light machine gun crew to follow! ”

Although the defenders' firepower was still fierce, the Allied soldiers who were engaged in the attack were obviously gradually adapting to this high-intensity, high-pressure combat rhythm, and saw a squad of machine gunners carrying MG-30 light machine guns fed by drums, striding to a place about four or five meters behind Dibart, and then skillfully set up the machine guns, opened the safe, aimed, and fired several short shots at the exposed American infantry on the right, before the sub-machine gunners with spare drums stumbled to follow.

After firing the last round of bullets, the machine gunner shouted in a loud voice: "Change the drum!" ”

This sonorous voice greatly encouraged Dibalt, who had fallen into hesitation, and he clenched his fists to suppress the fear and hesitation in his heart. Calmly surveying the situation around him, he quickly got to his feet, hunched over like a leopard, running forward with his head bowed, waving his hand as he ran for the riflemen to follow.

Seeing that the acting platoon commander was taking the lead, the soldiers had no extra thoughts, got up and rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, the combat squad was back up with the Spitfire. But before Dibalt could catch his breath, two American infantrymen poked their heads out of a crater in front of them, and one of them threw a dark object twice the size of an ordinary grenade, and this guy flew more than 20 meters, only 60 or 70 centimeters away, and hit the Mark V chariot at the head of the platoon that was advancing while firing. After hitting the ground, the dark object immediately exploded violently, and Dibalt could feel the strong power of the explosion from a distance of more than thirty meters. Although the "battlefield bulldozer" in front of it was not directly hit, but after the explosion, it quickly stopped, presumably because the driver was worried about the enemy's infantry anti-armor weapons, the hull machine gun on the front of the tank strafed back and forth at the area where the two American soldiers were rising, but they had already retracted into the crater, and judging from the trajectory of the coaxial machine gun of the tank, its tank gun was unable to carry out an obstacle removal attack on the target close at hand due to the limitation of the firing depression angle.

Following the slowly moving Spitfire, Dibalt practiced his probe, carefully estimating the direction and distance of the target, then grabbed the arm of a soldier beside him and shouted to him: "Go and inform the mortar crew, attack the area 30 degrees in front of the right and 90 meters away, fire three shells first, and if you don't see me make a gesture to stop shooting, then keep shooting, understand?" ”

After staring at Dubalt for a few seconds, the soldier from Danzig nodded resolutely. After the advance just now, they were now more than thirty meters away from the mortar group, a short distance, but every step was full of danger.

At this moment, a crisp and loud sound was heard, and the Spitfire in front of him slowly stopped, and Dibalt did not know whether it was damaged or the crew took the initiative to stop it, and he didn't have time to think about it so much at this time. In order to cover his companion's return to pass on the tactical instructions, he took a deep breath, motioned for several riflemen around him to fire with him, and then leaned out half of his body from the side of the chariot, raised his pistol and fired eight rounds in a row, killing all the bullets in the magazine in one go, although these 8mm bullets did not pose any threat to the American fortress.

Just as Dibalt flashed back to the back of the chariot, a bright yellow light appeared in his vision, and a flaming whip flew forward with a falling arc, and the place where it landed was blazing.

Being able to breathe fire means that the vehicle has not been destroyed at least, Dibalt breathed a sigh of relief, and he leaned his back on the rear of the tank and replaced the magazine with a trembling hand. By this time, the soldier who had returned to give the order had already arrived at the place where the mortar group was.

"Well done!" Dibalt applauded his soldiers in his heart.

Given clear instructions, the mortar gunners quickly adjusted the angle of fire, and after half a minute, the first shells were fired. Dibalt looked at it and saw that the landing point was only two or three meters away, which was completely a normal firing error of a mortar.

Counting from one to six, the second mortar shell hit the ground with a bang on the edge of the crater where the two American infantrymen had just escaped the flames of the German Spitfire, and they probably wouldn't have been so lucky this time.

The third mortar did not fall into the crater accurately, so Dibalt did not give his mortar crew a ceasefire signal, and they then fired four more rounds at a higher frequency, and the seventh mortar finally found its place. Seeing that there were stumps and severed arms flying up in the crater, Dibalt hurriedly raised his right arm, spread his five fingers, and signaled the mortar team to stop firing.

About ten minutes later, the fire caused by the Spitfire gradually extinguished, and there was no longer a single figure in the 100-meter area in front of the US fortress group, and the air was filled with a scorching and unpleasant smell. Before their own armored forces and naval infantry entered this scorching purgatory, the field artillery of the Allied army once again carried out a wave of rapid and fierce artillery fire on the area of the American fortress, and this time more than 20 SF20 self-propelled guns equipped with 105 mm howitzers appeared behind the attacking troops, their direct fire was quite accurate, and the use of armor-piercing grenades could cause greater damage to reinforced concrete targets.

For Dibalt, as well as for all the Marines on the front lines, a little waiting was a little rest, as they sorted out their ammunition, adjusted their emotions, dealt with their wounded comrades, and waited for the order to attack before being guided into the attack by a tank or armored vehicle.

When victory or defeat came, the US officers and soldiers in the fort area were no longer retained, every artillery that could fire, every machine gun that was still functional, and many infantry left the fort and entered the preset anti-armor bunker or temporary firing position, ready to use all available weapons to withstand the opponent's round of impact, and then the next round, the next round, until their own reinforcements arrived and launched a counterattack......

On the one hand, the fighting spirit is high, the victory is in hand, on the other hand, the responsibility of defending the land is heavy, and the will is unprecedented, the two collide not only Mars, but also a war song composed with countless lives!

Following the armoured assault group through the treacherous obstacle zone, two regiments of German marines finally unleashed a surging wave of gray-green, with riflemen covering the Demomen and Pyros into the defenders' outer trenches and engaging in bloody melee combat with the remaining American officers and soldiers. In a field trench no more than 80 centimeters wide and about 160 centimeters deep, bullets flew back and forth, grenades flew in the air, bayonets glistened with cold light, and sapper shovels were stained with mud and blood......

One, two, three...... Dibalt had no intention of experiencing the senses of murder, but after leading the soldiers into the defenders' trenches, the delicate Luger pistol became a life-threatening weapon, thanks to his agile skills and flexible reactions, Dibalt was always able to shoot the other party when he encountered the American soldiers head-on, of course, this also had a lot to do with the traditional style of the German marines fighting a particularly brave battle, and many American soldiers were completely confused by the opponent's brutal and unreasonable way of attacking. In a panic, he wanted to retreat to a fortress or a deep shooting bunker for an orderly defense, but after taking a few steps, he found that there were enemies everywhere around.

Attack, Advance, Attack, Advance...... The German Marines' platoons were like sharp blades, piercing the defenders' lines, crushing the resistance of the American troops, and quickly approaching the fortresses shaped like mushrooms or rocks. Although the Allied forces had experienced many rounds of artillery fire and bombardment, the loss of the fortress group cleverly constructed by the US army relying on the terrain and vegetation was not high, and large craters could be seen on the outer walls of many fortresses, but the thick walls were not penetrated, and the defenders still resisted through the firing ports of these forts, which shows the solidity of these fortifications. However, the fortresses that have not been destroyed by heavy shells and aerial bombs are often not so resistant to low-tech blasting canisters, flamethrowers and even ordinary grenades, and as for those vehicles equipped with long-barreled guns, direct fire from five or six hundred meters can also pose a fatal threat to them.

Accompanied by the sound of explosions, whether strong or weak, single or continuous, the fortresses carefully built by the US military were uprooted one after another. After more than an hour of fierce fighting, Dibalt suddenly noticed that the sound of gunfire and explosions around him was gradually weakening, and at this time he and his platoon had come to the northwest of the American fortress complex, and captured and destroyed at least five fortresses by means of explosions and storms on the way. Some were scattered in the battle, others were killed or wounded, and only thirteen or fourteen men remained, and this was only their first landing on the American mainland.

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