Chapter 81: Earthquake Shattering

Two days ago, it was estimated that I had a heat stroke, and I was very uncomfortable. Pull down two more chapters, ashamed, and try to make up for it......

In the evening, the wind blew a dark cloud from the sea, and raindrops fell from the sky. Although the rain was not heavy this time, after the rainstorm in the morning, the heat of late summer was gone, and there was still a slight coolness outside.

The high-end road from Alkmaar to Amsterdam crosses six natural or man-made canals, six bridges of different spans that have been guarded by the Dutch military for days, and more than 100 meters from one of the bridges, on the south bank of the canal, stand several stout and tall fir trees. On the tall branches of one of the fir trees, a young detective in leaf camouflage had been lurking for nearly twelve hours, and if he had passed away in peace, he would be picked up by his companions after dark, and he could go back to his house and exercise his limbs and take a relaxing hot bath. Rainy days are certainly damp and greasy, but they are always more acceptable than high temperatures. The sentry with a sniper rifle and binoculars munched on chocolate, his piercing eyes under the brim of his hat fixed on the bridge ahead and the road heading north.

Suddenly, there was a movement of the Dutch troops stationed near the bridge, and the soldiers, who seemed to have received clear instructions, came out of their sentry posts and huts sheltered from the rain, and spread out around the bridge to form a cordon. The sentry hurriedly picked up his binoculars, and after a short time he flickered the car on the road at the far end of his sight, but it was too early to judge that the target had appeared. The sentry continued to look through the binoculars, and at first it was a single jeep covered in olive-green canvas driving on the road, and after a few minutes more shadows appeared in the distance, green, yellow, and black, like small colored lights in front of the store. He carefully propped himself up, squatted and took out a flashlight covered with red cloth from his equipment bag, and signaled it in the direction behind him by switching it on/off, and repeated it again and again, until someone danced with a red towel behind the attic window of a building in the village, and then he put away the flashlight and returned to his position, and picked up his rifle instead. This is a wartime Mosin-Nagant unit, and unlike the equipment used by Soviet snipers, it is equipped here with a rare 12x scope. Using the reference tick marks on the scope, the Sentry could estimate the distance of a convoy from the normal width and length of an ordinary car, but his concern was clearly the number, composition, and spacing of the vehicles.

A few minutes later, the observer in the attic read out the signal: "Avant-garde military vehicles...... 4 cars, sedans...... 7 cars, rearguard military vehicles...... 2 cars, ...... apart 1 parking space. ”

The simply modified exhaust port had now become the observation port of a gun mirror, and when the observer reported the observation numbers of the outposts, he must have also captured the trace of the target through the sophisticated gun mirror, but he was not in a hurry to give the order. As the minutes ticked by, the rest of the officers in the attic waited for their orders. Finally, the commander with a little goatee said sharply: "Prepare your teams, don't go off!" ”

The officers left without saying a word, hearing only the sound of them coming down the wooden staircase. Looking down from the attic window, these officers, also dressed as Dutch civilians, scattered to different positions. Due to the rainy weather, the drainage ditch work had to be suspended, and most of the "workers" retreated to the farmhouse, leaving only two people in the shed near the road to take care of the "cement supplies". After one of the officers entered, all three men left the shed and returned to the farmhouse - the line was connected, and the operator only needed to detonate the explosives planted along the completed drainage ditch from a few hundred meters away. In places that are not visible or easily observable from the outside, the soldiers of the squadron are ready to attack targets on the road with machine guns, mortars, and bazooka rockets at any time at the slightest command. As long as the vehicle crosses the bridge, the shortest straight-line distance is only more than 200 meters, and the farthest farmhouse is also within the effective range of 500 meters. …,

Closer, closer, and the commander using the artillery mirror could judge the speed of the convoy without the need for a report from the sentry in the tree.

30 yards, 30 mph, which is equivalent to 48 kilometers per hour, which is only a moderate speed for a vehicle in the 40s of the 20th century. Because of the rain, they are like goshawks in the sky and swordfish in the water, galloping unhindered in their own territory. At first glance, the first four are American-made jeeps, but a closer look reveals that they are still different in size and model: the first two are ordinary military jeeps that can only carry five or six soldiers at most, and the second two are large jeeps that balance agility and capacity, and in addition to the driver and passenger seats, six to eight fully armed soldiers can be squeezed into the body. However, none of these jeeps were equipped with the Browning machine guns commonly used by the American army, which should have been very directly related to the good post-war security environment in the Netherlands, and the tight garrison along the route was also a source of official Dutch confidence, and they certainly did not expect that a cunning enemy would attack in an unexpected way, which is still rare in the history of modern warfare.

"The Demoman has prepared ......"

Under the commander's order, the non-commissioned officer in charge of the herald squatted down at the staircase and conveyed: "Prepare for blasting!" ”

Powerful roadside bombs were detonated by the most common electrical wires, and the No. 1 detonator was installed in the room below the attic, and the two demomen had already carefully examined the technically sound push-on detonator, and in the event of an accident, the No. 2 detonator, located in the adjacent house, could be used as a backup - the Germans' rigor combined with the advantages of mechanical and chemical technology formed an unassailable combination.

The commander stared intently at the artillery mirror, the environment was so quiet that the sound of vehicles could be faintly heard beyond the sound of rain.

"Ready ......"

The final order to prepare came from the commander, and the non-commissioned officer conveyed it with a grim expression. Suddenly, the atmosphere became so solemn that the Demoman did not even dare to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead with his free hands, and the rest of the people spontaneously left the glass window to avoid non-combat damage from the powerful impact of the explosion.

The outpost had long since stopped signaling, and as far as the eye could see, military vehicles drove over the bridge one after another, and the speed of the convoy seemed to slow down slightly, but this did not have much effect in the face of the linear explosives. Like attacking a distant tank with artillery, the commander mentally estimated the amount of advance, and as soon as the green military vehicle in front of the convoy crossed the line, he shouted with all his might: "Detonate!" ”

The non-commissioned officer shouted the detonator almost at the same time, and the Demomen pressed the detonator without discerning whether there was a difference between the two sounds. In the next second, everyone began to wait for the sound of a violent explosion, and some of them may have thought that this attack would have a very big impact on the Netherlands, the allies, and even the world.

In the blink of an eye, the loud roar of a volcanic eruption struck, and the window panes of these Dutch farmhouses were not spared, the sky had already darkened, and the outside world would suddenly turn to day, and the strong light was still dazzling through the refraction of the wooden floor, although it only lasted for a moment, and the soldiers who had experienced the brutal battle could appreciate its true power.

As soon as the sound and light of the explosion dissipated, the commanders, observers, and staff officers in the attic, as well as the members of the combat teams lying in ambush in the farmhouses and warehouses, were all anxious to know the results of the explosion, so there was a sudden silence on this particular battlefield -- it was still only a moment, and some of the military vehicles in front and behind the convoy that had not been directly destroyed made a piercing creak because of the emergency braking and dodging, and as for the smoke of gunpowder, two black sedans could be faintly seen looking like scrap metal, The Dutch defenders on the other side of the bridge were lying on their stomachs and squatting, one by one stunned and at a loss. …,

The rain did not stop, the breeze arrived, and the smoke was thin. When the explosives were detonated, the middle of the convoy was located in the middle of the explosion area, where it was not only 1.5 tons of high explosives, but also the stones and cement blocks of the ditch were arranged by the blasting experts, and the stones and cement blocks of the ditch also played a role like a grenade prefabricated fragments, and the seven cars were obviously affected by the explosion, but not each of them was as twisted and deformed as the middle two, and it was unbearable to see, some of the windows were all broken, the body was potholes, but the main body of the vehicle was intact, and it was difficult to say whether the important people inside were hard wounded. The commander-in-operation of the squadron was faced with a crucial choice between launching a follow-up attack to increase the probability of a lore, or quickly withdrawing from the scene while the Dutch convoy did not know where the attackers were, and the little goatee showed his decisive style. Less than half a minute after the explosion, he ordered an attack, and in an instant the village was full of gunfire, and the twin MG42 poured a "metal storm" on the target on the road at an astonishing rate of fire, and the "Bazooka" rocket launcher made by the Americans crisscrossed the battlefield for several years, and was finally used to attack their own senior generals at this bizarre moment, and the Soviet-made mortars of 50 mm caliber belong to the most typical fire support weapons of the Soviet infantry company, and the same as the German mortars of the same caliber, they are light and dexterous, with a short range and low power, and they are "journeymen" The hands can play a strong and effective suppressive role......

When the news of the attack on the Allied generals and members of the Dutch royal family on the way reached the German Embassy in the Netherlands, almost every face reflected a great deal of consternation. Baron Mayne is one of them. After confirming the authenticity of the news, he quickly divided the embassy personnel into three groups, one group stayed behind to liaise, one group was responsible for protecting and pacifying the expatriate, and the third group rushed to the scene of the incident not far from Amsterdam to participate in the rescue.

When the young and strong colleagues volunteered to come to the rescue, Lynn calmly chose to stay. On the one hand, arriving at the scene may not be able to know the casualties of the big man, and on the other hand, he is the person in charge of the attack after all, and if the operation unit encounters insurmountable problems, he needs to pay attention at the critical moment.

Next, Feng. Baron Mayne drove to the Dutch government. In the rain, the volunteers loaded the first aid drugs and medical supplies that could be found in the embassy into their cars, and Lynn wondered whether they were fighting for performance, or if they were motivated by simple humanitarian ideas or other considerations, but such an arrangement could more or less help the German government clear its suspicions, which was a good thing.

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