Let? Captain Ball inexplicably became the commander of this entire stretch of beachhead.

He bent along the sandy beach full of French soldiers, learned about the situation, and then he discovered something.

"Damn, the Navy bastards sent us to the wrong beachhead, our landing ground should be a kilometer or so along the coast to our left, where aerial reconnaissance showed that the British fortifications were not yet complete, and that there was a strong air force before landing."

"So what do we do now? Do it again? Lieutenant Daniel asked, then pointing to the wrecked landing craft on the beachhead, "It's going to be a difficult thing for me to go back." ”

"Yes," Jean looked back at the British pillboxes, after several blasts, one of the two pillboxes had been blown down, and the other had been half blown down, but the British firepower from the trenches on both sides of the pillboxes still made the French army miserable, "The British must still have heavy artillery, now I don't know if they were forced by the air force to dare not come out or what's going on, and when the air force goes back to refuel, the British should push those cannons from the bunker to the firing position, if we are still on the beachhead when the heavy artillery falls, then it will be dead." ”

"yes, it's dead." Daniel nodded, "We have to open a pathway, I think the left flank of the British position has weaker firepower, and there are more obstacles to use, how about attacking from that side?" ”

"That's right, rush up in one go," Jean gritted his teeth, "how many bazooka ammo do we have?" ”

"There are probably a dozen more rounds."

"Very well, let's cover the shot, then throw the smoke, let the bazooka men come out in front of the enemy, use the bazooka to take out the sandbags of the open machine gun bunkers, and then we charge, as close as possible to the trenches before the British re-set up the machine guns......"

"No problem." Daniel said, taking a deep breath, "I'm going to lead the bazooka team that shoots at close range." ”

Jean didn't speak, just patted the lieutenant of the other battalion he had just met on the shoulder.

Then he turned around and moved along the beach cat's waist again, finding the non-commissioned officers among the soldiers one by one, and communicating his decision.

The British seemed to want to stop Jean with strafing, but apparently they were running out of ammunition, so the British shot with considerable restraint.

Finally, after making sure that everyone on the beachhead knew what to do, he went back to the place where he had just discussed strategy with Daniel, only to see a sergeant he didn't know.

"Lieutenant Daniel hangs up," the sergeant pushed the helmet, "and he asked me to take his place before he died." ”

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Jean turned around and shouted to all the French soldiers on the beachhead, "Brothers, I know that you have lost many good friends, good compatriots, good brothers this morning. If any of you can't bear them and want to stay here with them, you can stay. But I would say that there are only two kinds of people on this beach that should be left, and that is the dead and the dying. Listen to the people who are still alive, we are going to get out of this hellish place, all right, let's get started! ”

The command to "cover fire" was shouted from many non-commissioned officers at the same time, and the French soldiers fired the most ferocious fire of the day at the British position, followed by the last wave of smoke grenades - they threw away all the smoke grenades they were not equipped with to deal with the two pillboxes.

Jean watched the sergeant, who didn't even know his name, lead the bazooka hand into the smoke, and suddenly a voice in his head warned him that he shouldn't wait for this last smoke to clear - there must be something wrong with the smoke recipe of the damn munitions industry, the French smoke grenades simply didn't last as long as the smoke from the Germans was, especially on this damn sandy beach with a strong sea breeze.

Jean picked up his assault rifle, stood up, and waved back to his brothers on the beachhead.

"Charge me! Come on! ”

The captain ran and plunged headlong into the smoke, the sound of British gunfire filling his ears so that he could not hear the echoes of his own people, and the smoke blocked his vision.

For a moment, the captain thought he would see a tin man, a scarecrow, a lion, and a whole row of soldiers who looked like playing cards after passing through the smoke.

This fantasy made him involuntarily look down at his body, making sure that the military uniform had not turned into a dress.

Finally, the captain rushed through the smoke, and the moment in front of him suddenly brightened. He happened to see a gap in the British's sandbag bunker blown by a bazooka, and the machine gunner rolled out of the bunker along with the machine gun, rolling all the way down the slope of the beach.

Let's pick up the assault rifle and open fire on the British troops rolling down.

"Rush with me!" The captain shouted to the bazooka man who had just finished shooting, "Drop that rocket, pick up your rifle and come with me!" ”

Instead of paying attention to whether the bazooka man had carried out his orders, he ran all the way up the slope of the beach, and finally he jumped into the British trench and used the last bullets of his assault rifle to kill the five or six British soldiers who appeared in front of him.

The captain changed his magazines at great speed, and as soon as he had finished reloading, he saw the British turn around the corner of the trench - in order to prevent the enemy from entering the trench and being able to hit the entire trench with fire, this trench was deliberately made in a W shape like the one dug by the British on French soil during the First World War.

The captain continued to fire, knocking down three soldiers in a row, and then his gun jammed.

He cursed as he tugged at the bolt of his gun, trying to get the jammed bullet out of the chamber, just as a fourth British, with the supposedly Stern-called submachine gun in his hand, aimed at this side.

The captain raised his assault rifle and used it as a throwing weapon to smash it at the British, who did not fire, but instinctively raised his hand to block the flying assault rifle, which gave the captain time to pull out his pistol.

After the captain killed the Englishman, a Frenchman stormed the trench.

Immediately afterwards, more French troops rushed in.

The captain saw that the British began to retreat from this trench, and according to the rules of the last war, there must have been auxiliary trenches dug in the rear fifty to one hundred meters that doubled as a backup trench.

"Knock them down, don't let them retreat!"

In fact, without the captain's order, the French soldiers were already firing frantically at the British, and they were obviously venting their anger at the slaughter of their compatriots by the British.

The captain ran along the trench with his pistol and tapped a sergeant on the shoulder to let the sergeant lead his men with him, and they soon came to the back of the remaining bunker of the British army.

"Grenade! Give them something awesome. ”

Soon, three or four grenades were thrown into the pillbox, and after a series of explosions, the French soldier with a flamethrower stood at the door of the pillbox and pressed the trigger on the inside.

On the other side of the beach, the French soldiers, who were still pressed on the beach, suddenly saw fire spewing fire from the remaining guns of the half of the pillbox that had been shooting, and then someone opened the door on the side of the pillbox and rushed out, rolling on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames caused by napalm.

"Don't shoot!" The non-commissioned officer commanding on the beach shouted, "Let them burn hard!" ”