"Cover up, everyone!"

Johansen ran to his position amid a mass of dead bodies and hid behind an anti-tank barrier.

"Damn!" Johansen was strafing toward shore when he suddenly felt something catch him behind him.

Johansen looked back and saw a German private, lying on the ground without legs.

"Oh my God," Johansen hurriedly pulled him behind cover.

"Xie Lu, thank you, sir......" Private said in a trembling voice.

"You'll be fine," Johansen's hands trembled, "Medic, Medic!" ”

"Sir, I'm here!"

Johansen turned his head to see a medic rushing over, followed by a string of bullets.

"What a fucking damn one!" The medics ran to Johansen's side and cursed loudly at the German machine guns.

"He's injured, hurry up and treat him!" Johansen grabbed the medic and said.

"It's good, it's good!" The paramedic quickly opened the first aid kit and gave emergency treatment to the private.

"Ah...... Yes...... Yes!!! The private shouted in pain and died.

"These goddamn bastards!" It was a great insult to a doctor for a doctor to see the wounded man die in front of his eyes and there was nothing he could do! He yelled and threw away the gauze in his hand, and he picked up his rifle and shot wildly at the beachhead.

Johansen sat behind cover and watched the dead soldiers in front of him, and he looked around to see more Stormtroopers die, many without arms. Without legs, they lay helplessly on the beach, some of them crying. Some are scolding, some are searching for their mutilated limbs...... Seeing all this, Johansen clutched his submachine gun tightly.

"Sir, sir, what should we do?!" The private and several soldiers not far from John Ryjöhansen were approaching him.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine"

"What are we going to do next?"

Johansen saw that the first landing force behind him had begun to charge, and he slowly stood up and shouted: "Gather all those of us who can fight, and we will rush together!" ”

"It's sir!" A soldier quickly goes to contact the soldiers of his own unit.

"We're here to help you!" In the distance, a captain shouted to Johansen.

"That's great!" Johansen was glad that he had found another fighting company.

"The captain rushed with them!" Johansen pointed to the newly landed troops.

"What a shame!"

"Up, up, up!"

Johansen and others made another massive charge.

Johansen threw a few grenades and quickly switched a magazine.

"Ah, damn it!"

Five or six German soldiers were knocked to the ground by the machine-gun pillboxes in front.

"Machine-gun bunker!" The First Class shouted loudly.

Johansen quickly commanded the group to take shelter in one place.

"Sniper! What about snipers?! Johansen shouted.

"The snipers of our company have died. Sir! Private First Class shouted.

"It's terrible!" Johansen found out that it was a group of machine-gun bunkers, and that there would be heavy losses if there were no snipers to order the charge, which Johansen did not want to see.

"We've got snipers here!" The captain patted Johansen on the shoulder.

Johansen looked back and realized that the captain in front of him was probably in his thirties. He was a burly man, his eyes were sharp, his backpack had been lost somewhere, and he had a few magazines stuck in his waist.

"Oh. Oh my God. That's great! Johansen shook his hand: "I'm Captain Johansen of the 17th Company!" ”

"I'm Hadley from the 15th Company!"

"Get your snipers here!"

"No problem!"

Hadley passed the message to the back, and a few moments a corporal ran over with a sniper rifle and leaned against the slope.

"Sir!" The corporal said hello.

"Well, no matter what gun it is, as long as it can hit those bastards in those machine-gun bunkers, it's a good guy." Johansen pulled the corporal over: "We'll cover you with fire in a moment, and you need to find the right position to kill the enemy in the bunker!" ”

The corporal looked up, saw a vantage point in front of him, and said, "No problem, sir!" ”

"Very good, everyone check the ammunition and follow my command to fire as much as you want!" Johansen decisively changed the magazine.

In about half a minute, Johansen raised the muzzle of his gun: "Ready to fire!" ”

At this time, everyone was ready to get up and shoot.

"Are you ready, corporal?!"

"I'm ready, sir!"

"It's good. Fire! ”

Everyone's bullets were fired at the bunkers in front of them, and the bullets left the chamber of the guns and shot out graceful lines like staves on a piano score.

Meanwhile. The corporal sniper leaped out of cover and ran towards a crater.

"Cover him!" Hadley did not hesitate to fire a volley of bullets from his gun.

The French machine gunners were hampered by Johansen's frenzied fire, which forced them to crouch on the ground and shoot blindly. Many machine-gun bullets hit the corporal's side, but none of them hit him. The corporal bravely jumped into the crater and quickly adjusted his breathing and pulled the bolt.

"My God, don't make a move!" The young corporal calmly looked at the scope, and then pointed from the scope to the firing port of the German machine gun bunker, and from this small machine gun muzzle, the corporal could see the machine gunner half-crouched in front of the machine gun.

He slowly held his breath and slowly pulled his finger on the trigger......

"Bang ......" Here, the sound of a sniper rifle is nothing, but the bullet it shoots accurately hits the enemy's head.

"Big stick!" Johansen was smiling, he was a good sniper.

Next, the sniper killed the machine gunners in the two machine gun bunkers, but due to the increased vigilance of the French troops in the last two bunkers and cross-cover, the snipers had no way to kill them.

"Those two bunkers in the back are too cunning!" Hadley lifted his steel helmet and said, "Sniper, he won't be able to hold it!" ”

"Okay. Try it this time! Johansen approached a communications soldier and said, "How many companies can you contact?" ”

"The seventh, nineteenth, and twenty-second companies of the G, K, and F battalions can be contacted at the moment. Sir! ”

"Very good, let them quickly support us, let's just say that within twenty minutes we can open the gap and we will be able to break through from here soon!"

"Yes!"

"Alright, brothers. There are only two bunkers left, and we rush to kill all these bastards! ”

"Let's go, we're on!"

"The 17th Company is to the left, and the 15th Company is outflanked to the right!"

Two German companies charged valiantly under Johansen's leadership, but relentless rows of bullets were fired into the brave soldiers' bodies.

"Oh my God, we've killed so many!" Private 1st Class shouted.

"We can't go on like this!" Johansen realized the superiority and strength of the enemy's firepower: "Hold on and push forward twenty meters!" ”

Johansen had his own plans at this point.

"In insistence on persistence. Move forward! ”

Hadley took the lead, but one by one his men fell.

"These bastards!" Johansen ran to a deep pit twenty meters ahead and called everyone to find cover.

"What are we going to do?!" Hadley gasped and looked at Johansen.

This small charge caused more than 40 people to lose their combat effectiveness.

"Sapper group. I need sappers! Johansen shouted to Hadley.

"My damn sappers haven't had time to come up yet!" Hadley shook his head.

"It's terrible!" Johansen saw Private 1st Class not far away: "Hey, Private 1st Class, find me a sapper, I need no matter how many!" ”

The first class soldier looked for it. Only two sappers were found: "I found only two!" ”

"Yay. Dear God! Johansen said, "Bring them here!" ”

Private First Class and two sappers quickly ran to Johansen's side, and Johansen glanced at Private First Class intently: "There are only two enemy machine gun bunkers left, and they are still less than thirty meters away from us, but the bad thing is that snipers can't hit the cunning enemy, so ......"

Johansen was silent for a while: "I have appointed you as the leader of this explosion, and you will lead the rest of the sappers to blow up their group of bastards, first-class privates!" ”

"No problem, sir!" Private 1st Class puffed up his chest and was ready to die.

Johansen patted him on the shoulder: "Bring the blaster and explosives!" ”

"God, that's enough to make them happy," Hadley said with a smile as he took the explosives and other explosives the soldiers brought.

"Come on. God bless us, complete the mission! Private 1st Class picked up a blaster. The rest was divided among the other two sappers.

"You will succeed, good luck!" Johansen shouted.

Anyone knows how dangerous a frontal blast is, and this is a mission from which there is no return, but they are still resolutely prepared for the worst eventuality.

"Come on, fire cover!"

Johansen got up and raised his gun and opened heavy fire on the machine-gun bunker in front of him, and more than a hundred other soldiers also opened fire en masse.

"Heavy don't skimp on bullets and fuck fucking bastards!" Hadley drew a grenade and threw the ring out.

"It's now that we're on!" Private 1st Class jumped, bent over and charged desperately towards the enemy's pillbox with two other sappers.

The first class rushed towards the pillbox on the left, and the two sappers ran towards the pillbox on the right, the bullets following closely along the way, and the enemy seemed to know their intentions.

"Attract firepower!" Johansen was sweating profusely, but he could only do it in a hurry, and the only thing he could do was to cover for them and pray to God.

Two sappers rushed to one of the German pillboxes and pasted explosives on the walls of the machine-gun bunker with trembling hands.

"Bastard!" A French soldier came out of the bunker to find two German soldiers preparing to detonate the gunpowder, and he did not hesitate to kill the two sappers with his own weapons.

"Oops!" Johansen is in a hurry! Seeing his subordinates being killed by an enemy, Johansen trembled with anger: "God can't forgive you!" ”

Johansen pointed his gun at the Frenchman and angrily fired a bullet at him, and the Frenchman died outside the bunker.

Hadley fired a barrage of bullets at the explosives attached to the walls of the enemy bunker, and the explosives exploded. One of the enemy's bunkers was instantly buried by a fireball.

Everyone shouted, showing no sympathy for the enemy in front of them, covered in flames.

"Well done, Hadley!" Johansen shouted.

The advance of the remaining privates was extremely difficult. His shoulder was pierced by two bullets, blood ran down his clothes, and he was forced to lie on the ground.

"Damn, if this continues, he won't be able to hold out!" Hadley was anxious.

Johansen was even more anxious for the first class, and at this time he was less than ten meters away from the enemy.

"Onward! Forward ............"

At this time, a new army began to appear behind them, and as soon as they appeared, they were attacked by the enemy. Although the first few batches of troops have already attacked. However, due to the stubborn persistence of the French army, so far not a single unit has opened the gap in the attack.

Seeing a large number of his own people being suppressed here, they were then fiercely fired by the enemy. This shocking scene was suppressed in the hearts of every soldier.

"I can't care so much, sacrifice a small part of us in exchange for a greater victory, and the victory is on our side!"

Johansen took the lead and rushed forward. One by one, his men followed suit. Everyone charged bravely.

The First Class watched as their troops were attacked by a pillbox because they had no heavy weapons, and a man died in the way of the charge, and they pumped and muttered, and closed their eyes at the end of the day......

"Fuck it!" The First Class threw his steel helmet and scrambled towards the last deadly bunker, each of its fire-breathing fires that claimed the life of a young man.

The Private rushed to the side of the bunker and unscrewed the lid of the blaster. After struggling to stab himself at the bunker, Private 1st Class prepared to hide backwards. But the enemy inside quickly pushed the blaster out, and when he saw that the blaster was about to explode, the first class soldier turned back, picked up the blaster and shouted

"Prepare to explode!"

Johansen's eyes widened: "Get cover, get ready to explode!" ”

Hadley fell to the ground and shouted, "Prepare to explode!" ”

The voice passed ten, ten to hundred: "Prepare to explode!" Get ready to explode! Permit! Prepare! Burst! Explode! ”

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A loud noise caused a cloud of dust to cause a brief silence. Johansen slowly half-knelt up, picked up the gun on the ground, and looked at the remnants of the French machine-gun pillbox that had been blown away in front of him.

"Let's rush forward!" Hadley leaped to his feet and led the rest of the soldiers to rush forward with a shout.

Johansen ran to the disabled private and picked him up: "You succeeded, you succeeded!" ”

Private 1st Class raised his bright red hand and grabbed Johansen and said, "I'...... Am I dying......"

"No, no, you'll be fine, I promise, Medic! Where's the medics?! Johansen shouted at the medics, but was grabbed by the collar by the private

"Give it to my wife......" Private 1st Class slowly pulled out a bloodstained letter.

Johansen took a hopeful letter from Private First Class with a serious expression, and he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and tried his best to put on a smile: "Xie Lu, Sir Xie, ......" and then he closed his eyes.

Johansen looked at the young soldier who had been following him from the beginning, and looked at the young Army soldier of the first rank like an ordinary man looking at a hero.

Johansen slowly put him down, took off the military badge around his neck and put it in his pocket, and conveyed the order to the signal soldier next to him as he walked: "Contact all the troops who can be contacted immediately, the 17th Company has opened the attack gap, please quickly assemble the friendly troops to attack us!" After saying that, strode Meteor to keep up with the troops.

"Here is the 17th Company, the gap has been opened at the coordinates BY654356, repeat, the 17th Company has opened the offensive gap............"

McKeen...... McKenn! Eritch gave McKenn a hard push.

"Huh?" McKenn.

"God, what's wrong with you?" Eritch thought something strange.

"Nothing, I remembered my grandfather." McKenn.

"You really have time to think about that." Pete said.

"I'm not happy with what you just did, private!" Corporal Kate suddenly said: "The mission is coming, but you are still in the mood to wander, so I decided to clean the entire battlefield by you alone after the mission is over!" ”

"Hey, that's not fair!" McKenn defended: "I didn't get distracted! ”

"This punishment is too severe, sir," Erech said.

"I don't think it's reasonable," Pete said.

"Alright, let's change to the three of you together," Corporal Kate said.

"Yes!"

"Five minutes!" The captain shouted over a megaphone.

"Listen, everyone, the enemy will shoot with real bullets, and everyone must complete the battle with the safety of their lives!"

"We'll do it well!" McKenn said confidently.

"Attack in a minute, good luck, gentlemen!"

"Don't be nervous bro," Eritch said to Pete, "just relax!" ”

"I'm not nervous!" Pete replied, "I'm so excited! ”

"Attack, attack!" Corporal Kate shouted, "Everyone's fast!" ”

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

McCain was the first to rush out of the troop carrier with his gun on his shoulder!

"Wait for me!" Pete leapt down, followed by Erech.

"Quick, go!" McCahn gripped the gun tightly in his hand.

"Hey, it's all real guys up there, are you crazy?" Pete couldn't help but be a little worried when he saw McCahn rushing so aggressively.

Eritch had been cautiously moving forward, and he looked around and saw several machine guns coming at them from different angles, but none of them hit.

"Damn, I know there's no way he'll hit us, but I still don't trust their marksmanship." Pete muttered as he waded through the water.

"Bet your luck!" McCahn held his gun aloft: "Believe they are not stupid." ”

"Gentlemen, rush forward as soon as possible, and although you should watch out for bullets in the minister's eyes, do not be afraid of them, for you are brave German soldiers!"

"Do you hear that? The Colonel is urging us, we have to work harder! McCahn threw out a sentence and rushed forward.

"Hey, McEarnn!"

"What are you still grinding on?" Eritch shook a handful of sweat from his face and overtook Pete.

"I'm coming!"

"Go all out!" Sergeant Mike shouted from the sidelines at McKenn and the few soldiers who had just rushed up.

There was finally an exit in front of the barbed wire fence of more than 30 meters, and McKenn quickly climbed out of the barbed wire! (To be continued......)