After rushing into the gun position, Miller glanced at the ammunition box.

"I'll go, it's a seven-point-two-inch howitzer."

"What?" At this time, the British were firing frantically at the occupied gun position, and Miller's men relied on the sandbags of the gun position to return fire, and the sound of bullets clanging on the howitzer guns was mixed with the sound of German gunfire, and the leader of the first squad, Sergeant Kruzer, did not hear Miller's words clearly.

"I mean, it's a big 183mm tube."

"Oh, the French on the beach have a good idea."

**

At this time, on the beach.

Let? Ball and the rest of the French soldiers huddled in the trenches with steel helmets in their arms, enduring the shock of the ground shaking.

All he could do was not shout desperately out of fear like the other soldiers.

**

"We've got to blow it up." Miller poked his head out and fired half a magazine from the British with his assault rifle.

"How about we blow up the barrel with explosives?" "As long as you control the amount of shells, you can avoid detonating the shells here." ”

"Good, that's all."

As soon as Miller nodded in agreement, Sergeant Kreuzer motioned to his men to take out the explosives that had been prepared in the form of a small tin box, plug in the fuse, light it, and throw it into the barrel.

"It's going to blow up!"

With this shout, everyone fell to the ground and hugged their heads, and then the shock wave of the explosion hit everyone's backs.

Miller looked up again and saw that the barrel of the British howitzer had been "disemboweled".

"Good, next door! Move along the trench! ”

At this time, the fire team in the back and the third squad in charge of ammunition rushed up.

"Second Lieutenant, don't give me such an exciting job next time." The sergeant of the third squad complained as soon as he entered the trench, and one by one his soldiers slipped into the trench - literally.

"The machine gun mount is on the blown up artillery mount," Miller simply ignored the complaints, and directly ordered, "Shoot at the enemy!" The others came with me, moved along the trench, remembering to replenish their ammunition. ”

Five minutes later, the attack group, which had completed the replenishment of ammunition, began to move again under the leadership of Miller. The British's W trench was indeed easy to defend, and a man with an automatic weapon could jam a corner, so Miller again used a grenade to clear the way.

After the explosion, he rushed around the corner, and then saw several British soldiers fall to the ground, and the British soldiers lying on the edge against the trench could still move, and the moment he saw Miller, he grabbed the Stern submachine gun and struggled to raise his gun to aim.

Miller immediately pulled the trigger, and the weapon jammed - the German army's standard assault rifle was designed to emphasize durability, and the chance of jamming was almost as small as that of the AK47 in the other world, but even this reliable weapon sometimes fell off the chain, and the hapless Miller ran into it.

But soon Lady Luck befell Miller, and the British soldier, probably with blood on his hands, slipped the Stern submachine gun he picked up, and fell on his stomach.

As the British scrambled to raise their guns again, Sergeant Kreuzer behind Miller ran into him and opened fire on the British with his rifle.

"Thank you."

While thanking him, Miller quickly pulled out the jammed bullet case - this is also one of the most praised aspects of this assault rifle "supervised by Lin Youde", which can be quickly troubled after jamming.

By the time Miller stood up, Kreuzerban's soldiers had overtaken him and rushed along the trench into the second gun emplacement.

"Go on the offensive! Clear the gun emplacements and move on! The bombardment was left to Maximban. ”

Receiving the order, Kreuziban immediately went into the trench on the other side of the gun emplacement, and Miller saw that some of the men who were advancing on the cat's waist had been shot - the depth of the trench did not completely conceal the human body, and the helmet and a small part of the head would be exposed, especially the taller ones.

Miller didn't see who was shot, it could be Loew or Markan.

This is the eighteenth combat attrition of Miller's troops today.

Miller gritted his teeth, and a shout came from behind him: "Dynamite detonated!" ”

The rigors of the training caused Miller's body to automatically respond to the cries, falling to the side and holding his head.

This time the explosion was low and powerful.

"Okay, the second door is reimbursed." Someone patted Miller on the shoulder and reported.

"Okay, go to the third gate!"

Miller was about to stand up when he saw someone attacking on the other side of the British position—it was the group of men who had reinforced Miller's squad. It seems that they did not exactly follow Miller's instructions, but made a large detour from the left and took the British troops who were firing at Miller's side of the position by surprise.

"Well done brothers." Miller stood up as he said this, spread his legs and ran wildly, quickly moving into the third gun position.

"And the last one." Sergeant Kreuzer pointed to the last remaining 183 tube in front of him, "Five guns are left with that single seedling, but the bad news is that we found that there is more to this than just an artillery position. ”

"Or an enemy logistical supply depot." Miller looked at the poorly concealed half-buried concrete buildings in the woods, where bunkers were pouring fire, "There are more than a hundred people here...... Maybe the British reserves are deployed here......"

"What to do? They haven't figured out the details of us yet, and once they know that there are only about 30 of us, they will probably eat us in turn. It was Rybin who spoke, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had joked a few hours earlier that his thirty men could kill three thousand British troops.

Miller thought for a few seconds.

"We threw the explosives that ignited the fuse into the last gun emplacement, and then we retreated. The pyrotechnics formed by the explosion of ammunition on the gun emplacements were best used to cover the retreat. ”

"Oh, I like the idea."

"It's good if you like it, but we have to take the last gun position first, guys, let's go!"

Miller led the charge again, this time they had to press their bodies lower to avoid machine gun fire from the bunkers, and after capturing the gun position, Miller shouted to the soldiers carrying the explosives: "Give me the explosives and fuses, I'll set them up, you guys start withdrawing, just leave one person standing here and staring at the tunnel leading to the enemy's supply station!" ”

"I'll stay."

So, the Germans, who had just occupied the gun position, left Miller and the two of them behind and quickly retreated along the same road.

Miller threw the fuse-lit explosives into the easily reloading shells placed on the side of the gun emplacements, and shouted at the Germans on the other side of the British position: "Retreat!" Retreat all! ”

He began to run along the trench, and though he had left a long fuse, he was not sure how much time he would have to escape.

As Miller prepared to leave the trench, an explosion occurred.

The strong winds of the explosion tore Miller's hair.

Miller didn't bother to look back at the explosion, crawled out of the trench and ran with his retreating men all the way to the starting point.

The Germans quickly disappeared from the sight of the British.