"Are we really going to save the French on the beach?" Second Lieutenant Miller's adjutant - well, an ensign can't have an adjutant, but Sergeant Felix seemed to like to think of himself as the second-in-command of Miller's squad, and the second lieutenant seemed to welcome a man to help him with chores, and so the relationship was formed.

"yes, aren't we just heading to the beach?" The lieutenant said as he looked at the map, trying to see if the building in front of him was the landmark they were looking for.

"However, there are nearly 100,000 British troops on the island, and they have been building fortifications for two years, and it is impossible to change anything with only one reinforced platoon of us."

Miller put away the map, glanced back at the sergeant, and replied: "We were given the order only to go to the beach and see what we could do, and if we found that we could not do anything, then wait in a safe place, and while watching the French being abused, we radioed to the headquarters how bad the French were doing." I guess the people above just wanted the French to attract the attention of the British, to make the British think that the raid on the airfield was just one of the supporting operations of the landing, and that the real main direction of attack was at sea. ”

"In other words, the French are being used by us."

"Yes, but what does it matter, when we are most lacking troops on the Eastern Front, aren't they also sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight? In addition to sending a legion to the Alps......"

"Carpathians, sir."

"Any hill," Second Lieutenant Miller waved his hand disappreciatively, "Anyway, they sent a regiment to the mountain, saying that it was to help us consolidate the flank, but now the front line has been pushed into the heart of Russia, and the flank consolidated by the French is more than a thousand kilometers behind the front line." For that reason, I am in favour of the use of the French, at a cost to them. ”

"Yes, I agree," the sergeant smiled, swapping the assault rifle in his hand to the other, "so let's just stop going to the beachhead and do something nearby, shall we?" I see that the houses in front of me are well built, I guess they are relatively wealthy people, we can ......"

Miller gave the sergeant a blank look and interrupted him: "We still have a mission, the mission is for us to go to the beachhead to have a look, we will go and see, the mission asks us to do something within our ability, we will do something, we have to make some movement to let the French know that we have been here, so that when the big men meet above, we can remind the French to remember the favors they owe." ”

"Great," said Leybin, the leading marksman at the front of the line, "for the sake of this favor, our four teams of more than 30 unlucky people have to cross the British-controlled area on a small island with 100,000 British troops to see if we can help the more than 10,000 French people on the beach to get out of trouble." Seriously, if the 10,000-odd French can't wipe out the British on the beachhead, I bet we won't either. I mean, if the enemy has only 3,000 men, we can think of a way, for example, if I have more than 100 rounds of sniper rifle ammunition myself, I can kill 70 people, and the barbarians over there with machine gun bullet belts can kill about 200, and you guys who don't have enough bullets and don't have good marksmanship can kill 50 each......"

Rybin's words booed everyone, but he didn't seem to care, and continued: "So we can kill half of the three thousand, so that the British will be defeated, so we can still deal with the three thousand English." Who told us that we were Scholes-trained troops, we were so good at fighting against a hundred, you see we still had edelweiss on the collar of our uniforms. That shows we're real warriors, right? A true warrior should kill 3,000 with 30 men. But the second lieutenant, if there are more than 3,000 people, we will have no way, and the British army that can block tens of thousands of French troops on the beachhead is definitely more than 3,000. ”

"yes, but we're still going. And Rebin, I remind you, we are the German Army, although the military insignia is different, we are still the German Army, don't learn the flamboyant tone of the Air Force, the orthodox German Army soldiers should be silent and regard discipline as a qiē. And one of the most important disciplines is to obey orders. ”

"Oh well."

The special shooter was silent for a while, but soon he couldn't bear the loneliness and said, "Ensign, don't you never complain?" ”

"Of course I complain, but only with my superiors, just like you complain to me now. I listened to the complaints of the big-headed soldiers, and the superiors listened to my complaints, all like this. ”

"Assuming I'm a captain, what are you going to tell me, second lieutenant?"

Miller smiled.

"I would say, 'This is a very meaningful mission, sir, and I am ready to sacrifice all of our lives, especially Private Rebin's, for this mission.'" ”

When Miller finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, and the air was filled with pleasantness.

Suddenly, the spearhead who was walking about 300 meters away from the team fell to the ground, and then the messenger who followed Miller said: "The spearhead has spotted the convoy moving in our direction along the road. ”

"All hidden! Spread out to both sides of the road! ”

The soldiers, who had been in a marching column, immediately dispersed to both sides, and in a few moments they all disappeared into the grass on both sides.

"Check the weapons and prepare for battle. The convoy that will appear at such a time must be the British, and we are going to kill them. ”

"Yes, we are the first step in our annihilation of the three thousand British troops to save the French forces on the beachhead." Leybin, who was lying not far from Miller, said in a joking tone.

"Kreuzer your squad hit the first bazooka, then Maxim ban. Just destroy the first two and block the road, and then we slaughter the infantry in the convoy. ”

After giving the order, Miller put his head on the ground and waited for the British convoy to appear like everyone else.

In fact, at this time, most people heard the sound of the British engine, judging from the sound of the engine, there were quite a few convoys of cars driving over.

"It must be going to the airport to counterattack us, this road leads to the airport." "Platoon Vice" Felix said, "Stopping them will buy the guys at the airport a lot of time to consolidate their defenses." ”

"If you want me to say that the guys at the airport don't need our help, they have more men and more firepower, and we have to save the French on the beachhead."

"Rybin, shut up, snipers should be quiet at all times."

At this time, the British convoy came into Miller's line of sight, led by a half-track armored car, followed by a dozen British infantry full of steel helmets wearing basins.

"That's at least three hundred people."

"It's okay, Leybin, you can kill eighty of them alone."

The British apparently did not notice that the Germans were in ambush on either side of the road, so they drove towards the section of the road where the Germans had "set up an ambush", and soon they entered this small ambush circle set up temporarily.

With the sound of a bazooka launch, the half-track that started at the head instantly turned into a torch, and the engine cover in front of the car was blown up.

This was followed by another explosion, and the engine of the truck behind the half-track partially caught fire, and the truck, which had lost control, swerved violently to the side of the road, then overturned off the roadbed and fell into the grass, and the infantry carried by the truck were thrown out of the rear compartment and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately after that, the sound of intensive automatic weapon fire rang out, and the British troops, who had not yet figured out the situation, were instantly enveloped in a rain of bullets. The wooden and iron-framed guardrails of the trucks could not stop the bullets, and the British seemed to be intent on transporting as many people as possible in a relatively small number of trucks, so the people on the trucks were so crowded that they could not get out of the car quickly.

The trucks in the middle of the fire quickly turned into hearses, and after losing control, they either crashed into each other or overturned on the ground.

However, the convoy was too long, and nearly half of the cars were outside the fire net, and by the time the Germans turned their fire to them, the British had been given plenty of time to stop and get out of the cars.

"Hitting those cars with bazookas, you can't make them use these bunkers so comfortably!" Miller ordered loudly, "Rybin, find their commander!" British commander ......"

"I like to wear big hats and my beard is very neatly trimmed, I know I know."

Before the words fell, Leybin, who was in a half-crouching position, opened fire.

"Kill one!"

Rybin was loaded with a skilful wrist.

"One more!"

Miller no longer paid attention to Rapin, he knew what his top shooter was capable of, he turned to his subordinates who had been arranged along the road and said, "Get out of the road and spread out to the sides!" ”

Matching the words, he made gestures, and soon the squads dispersed under the leadership of the non-commissioned officer.

"Damn," said Felix, "the British are also spreading, and there is not even cover around here, are we just lying on our stomachs and fighting with marksmanship?" It feels like stepping back in time to the Napoleonic era. ”

"Be convinced that our shooting skills are better than theirs."

"But there are so many of them, if I were their commander, I would have sent people to copy from behind that little dirt slope over there, and we were blocked by the dirt slope and could not see the enemy who was outflanking over there."

Miller glanced at the dirt bag that Felix was pointing to, and had to agree with Felix that if he were a British commander, he would do the same.

At this moment, Miller was surprised to see the Englishman in front of him stand up.

They began to charge Miller's troops.

"What the hell...... Miller whispered, "they ......"

Miller's men were shocked, but they would not miss this good opportunity to shoot the Englishman to the ground, and after a single thud, there were no more Englishmen in sight who could still stand up - either they were beaten to the point that they could not stand up, or they lost the courage to stand up and bear the rain of bullets again.

Miller half-crouched in the grass, looking at the grass in front of him with a hesitant face, hesitating whether he should send someone over to take a look.

Finally, he said to Leybin: "Private of the Upper Rank, go and see if the British are dead." ”