Just when the British High Command couldn't figure out where the Germans' airborne targets were, Otto. Captain Skorzny and his paratrooper brothers have landed on British soil. Pen "Fun" www.biquge.info and began to form improvised commandos, and then pounced on the targets they had predetermined to fight for.

Skorzny, who had long been an old airborne, landed on the ground very smoothly, and the FG42 hanging on his body was not blown away by the wind, as were the two grenades and magazines hanging on his chest. The only thing that makes him not very satisfied is that he doesn't know where he has fallen? Because when he jumped off the plane just now, the wind in the sky was really a bit strong - no way, that's how it was in January!

"Damn the wind, it's not a good day for skydiving!" Skorzny took the guide and looked at the map with him for a long time, then opened the scenery comparison manual and looked around, and finally determined one thing, that is, he must be on English soil now.

Not far away, there was a rapid and fast gunfire, not from the FG42, let alone the shrill sound of the MG42 machine gun tearing linen. It sounds a bit like some kind of submachine gun firing, and the German Airborne Forces don't have such an outdated thing as a submachine gun.

So Skorzny was very careful, bent over, holding the FG42 in his hand, and walked from the place where he landed to a field overgrown with wild grass. Here he found a German paratrooper with a pistol, looking nervously at him - not all paratroopers would parachute with the FG42, only experienced veterans would do so, and the new recruits would drop the FG42 into the weapon storage barrel and drop it with only pistols and grenades.

"Thank God, you are a German officer, and you put the FG42, I think I was saved." The soldier seemed overjoyed, and almost jumped up and hugged Skorzny.

"Click......

Another burst of gunfire rang out.

Skorzny hurriedly lay down in the grass, but the very young-looking German paratrooper, who had only a pistol, was calm.

"Sir, there are 2 confused Brits, I think they should be militiamen, and they are closing in on me with 2 Stern submachine guns, but they are at least 500 meters away from me."

500 meters is a distance where a submachine gun will not hit the target at all, and sufficiently trained infantry will not shoot indiscriminately, not only wasting bullets, but also exposing the target.

"Okay, I'll kill them!" Skorzny nodded, and crawled forward in the grass, crawling onto a ridge, and poking his head out to watch.

Sure enough, there was a muzzle flame flickering in the distance, about 450 meters away. He immediately raised his FG42 and aimed it at the spot where the muzzle flame flickered with a short burst. Then he saw a burst of muzzle flames, apparently a fool shooting indiscriminately, and he was not polite, and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and fired another short shot. Then no gunshots rang out, replaced by screams and cries for help in English.

"Help, help, I've been hit, God, I'm going to die......"

"Follow me and see if I can help you get a useful Stern submachine gun." Skorzny greeted, loaded his FG42 with a bayonet, and then jumped up and ran forward, quickly running to the side of the two British militiamen who had been knocked to the ground.

One of the British militiamen fell to the ground, motionless, apparently dead, and Skorzny did not hesitate to shoot him before holding a bayonet to the chest of another militiaman in his forties who was screaming.

At this time, the paratrooper, who had only one pistol, also followed, picked up the two Stern submachine guns that had been thrown on the ground, and recovered two magazines and two hammer-like anti-tank grenades from the corpse and the screaming living man.

"Hey, Englishman, where is this?" The vicious Skorzner asked aloud in English. "Answer quickly!"

"Are you German? Are you German? Are you really German? The British militiaman did not answer Skorzner's question, but asked instead.

"We are German paratroopers!" Skorzny said, "Answer my question! Fast! ”

The British suddenly shouted: "Oh God, how is this possible!?" Aren't you starving to death? Aren't you about to make a revolution? Why would you still come to the UK? Now that the Americans have come to their aid, how dare you come to the UK? ”

Skorzny frowned, this British soldier was very dishonest and had to give a little bitterness, he immediately gave an order to the paratrooper who had picked up two submachine guns: "Soldier, beat him!" Hit hard! ”

"Yes, sir!"

In the aftermath of the inhumane torture of the captives, Skorzny soon learns that he is on the borders of a small town called Elwick, west of Hartlepool. It's not very far from Hartlepool, only 5 km at most. The beachhead where the Marines are scheduled to land is 5.6 kilometres northeast of Elwick.

The wounded British militiaman belonged to an infantry company of the North Yorkshire Division, and his company was stationed in Buckstown, which was tasked with protecting a coastal artillery company that was deployed next to a wooded field outside Buckstown, with very concealed positions and four 8-inch howitzers, all aimed at the beachhead and the sea 3 kilometers away.

And tonight, the platoon of this unfortunate British soldier was ordered to patrol between Elwick and Hartlepool, and it happened to be airborne, so it dispersed in squads to attack the German paratroopers who had just landed. But at the beginning, they were all wooden people, so the squad leader of the British soldier took it lightly and split his squad into groups of two and asked them to look around. The result was tragic......

Knowing where he was, Skorzny didn't have time to listen to the wounded British soldier's nagging, so he directly knocked him unconscious with the butt of his rifle (on such a cold day, this thing was also shot, and most of them would not survive), and then took the paratrooper with him to the northeast of Hartlepu Beach.

Along the way, he did not encounter any more British soldiers, but he did encounter a number of German paratroopers who were blown by the strong winds, and Skorzny gathered them together, including himself a total of 22 men. Most of the paratroopers were veterans with FG42 rifles, a few skirmishers also got their hands on British submachine guns or rifles, and two paratroopers found a bucket with mortars and shells.

The group headed northeast to occupy the position outside Stagtown with four 8-inch cannons - these were four 200mm guns! If you fire while the Marines are rushing to the beachhead, the consequences are unimaginable!

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The scale of the artillery position was not small, 4 cannons were placed in 4 field artillery bunkers connected by communication trenches, and there was also a bunker for stacking ammunition in the middle of the 4 artillery bunkers, which was also connected by communication trenches and artillery bunkers.

That is, once the war began, the British artillerymen who operated these 4 cannons did not have to climb out of the trench to bombard the beachhead with artillery at all. And since the cannon was placed in a bunker (in fact, it was a large pit), it was difficult to destroy unless it was directly hit by a German naval gun.

There is also one anti-aircraft machine gun position near each of these four cannons, and four Vickers 0.5-inch anti-aircraft machine guns are mounted, which can shoot at aircraft and infantry.

In addition, there was an infantry ring around each of the four artillery bunkers, each with half a platoon of infantry guarding there, and the circular positions were also connected by communication trenches and artillery positions.

Such an artillery position is a big trouble from a distance, and if it cannot be captured in time, the German Marine brothers who will be killed by those four cannons tomorrow morning will probably be in the thousands.

Skorzny approached the artillery position for a while to observe, then retreated to a grove where two dozen German paratroopers were hiding, and then gathered everyone together.

"The opposing side has at least 1 artillery company plus 2 infantry platoons, and at the moment there are 4 artillery bunkers and 4 anti-aircraft machine gun bunkers," he said. ”

"So the other side has an overwhelming superiority in strength and firepower?" One sergeant major frowned and reminded, "I'm afraid the attack will be very difficult." ”

"Anyway, we're going to have to attack!" "We don't have a communications corps among us, so we don't have a radio to contact anyone to help, so we have to use firefights to make some noise," Skorzny said. Even if they can't succeed, as long as other German paratroopers are brought in, this artillery position can be taken down no matter what. ”

The German paratroopers who are now in the vicinity of Hartlepool have tens of thousands of people, and as long as they can attract more reinforcements, they will naturally be able to take this artillery position.

"All right, Captain, but how are we going to attack? They had positions, and they also set up machine guns. ”

"4 anti-aircraft machine guns is not a problem," Skorzny shook his head, "the problem is the 2 platoon of British militia covering the artillery. As long as they are solved, we have 16 FG42s, and we are afraid that we will not be able to fight 4 anti-aircraft machine guns? ”

Two platoons of more than 80 men, plus the guard platoon of the coastal artillery company, there were almost a hundred infantry on this artillery position, and it was a little difficult to rely on 22 German paratroopers to contain them.

"But how are we going to get rid of those two platoons?" Someone asked right away.

Skorzny thought for a moment, "Let's lure them out!" ”

"How?"

Skorzny pointed to the paratrooper with two Stern rifles on his back and said, "Use the Staden and the Lee Enfield rifle...... We're going to let the British in that artillery position hear a fight. An engagement between German rifles, machine guns and British Stern submachine guns! (To be continued.) )