Pierre looked at the unlucky guy who had escaped and then buried himself, and strangely he didn't feel any discomfort, perhaps he was used to seeing human brains splashing after the charge just now.

At this time, someone shouted an order: "We must rush a little further and then take out the bunker with a bazooka." ”

Pierre now found that the battalion commander was lying not far from him, his straight uniform was dirty after only a moment, like the rags of a beggar on the street, and his polished epaulettes were as luster as if they were covered with dust.

While Pierre was observing the battalion commander, the captain was opposing the battalion commander's decision: "That's a damn reinforced concrete bunker!" The British have been building it since the beginning of the war, and if you see the black marks on the skin, it must have been blown up by naval artillery! What the large-caliber artillery of the Navy can't solve, how can a bazooka solve it? ”

"Maybe we can shoot holes." The battalion commander did not back down, after all, this was on the battlefield, and they had to shout out to ensure that the other party could hear clearly - in fact, in such a hot scene, they would involuntarily shout out with the loudest voice when they spoke. And because both sides were roaring, the surrounding soldiers clearly heard that the company commander was disobeying the battalion commander, and this young man who graduated from the orthodox military academy couldn't swallow this breath.

Pierre whispered, "It's stupid." ”

The bazooka hand was shouted to the battalion commander, who pointed to the crater and said something, and then Pierre saw the battalion commander pat the two unlucky ones on the shoulder, followed by the battalion commander's yelling: "Fire cover!" ”

Pierre propped up his upper body and fired in the direction of the enemy position with his assault rifle, he had no idea what he was fighting, in fact he could not see anything that could be used as a target except for the light of the enemy's fire, he could only strafe at the fire. God knows what he can hit.

After sweeping a shuttle, Pierre shrank his head and began to change the magazine.

After changing the magazine, Pierre looked up and saw that the bazooka man had been killed in the middle of the way, and his ammunition hand was lying not far from him, squirming his wounded body and trying to climb back.

"Two more people!"

"Pointless! Such a bunker can only be used with explosives packs and blasting canisters! ”

The battalion commander insisted on going his own way, so two more unlucky guys were sent forward and picked up the bazooka to "attack the gun hole", and this time the guy with the bazooka actually rushed to the front of the pillbox and hit the rocket into the gun hole. The machine-gun fire stopped for only a short moment before it began to fire again at the beachhead.

The battalion commander cursed.

"Well, let's try it with a blaster, combat sapper!"

After the third cover shot, a combat engineer team was sent out, this time Pierre was quicker to reload, so there was time to see clearly how the engineer team was beautifully brought to the ground by the British machine guns.

"Come again!" The battalion commander waved his hand, "Another combat engineer ......"

The battalion commander's words came to an abrupt end, and Pierre turned his head to see a bullet leaving a small hole in his head. The battalion commander fell backwards, and the moment the back of his head hit the ground, a large amount of blood dripped to the ground.

"Well, the battalion commander is on his knees," said the captain, "is there anyone here with a higher rank than me?" ”

"I don't think so, sir."

"Alright, now at my command, but to disappoint everyone, I don't have a better solution here than to blow up the bunker with a blaster, and now I need some volunteers to pick up the blaster and blow up that damn bunker for me! Who wants to go? ”

No one answered.

The captain pursed his lips and said, "Pierre, Alphonse, Kramer, Danielle, just the four of you, you volunteer for this operation." After the cover shot is over, you set off from your position and choose your own route. Pick up the blaster first, then blow up the bunker, that's all. ”

"Captain, Danielle is dead, I saw him shot."

"Then you take his place, yes, just you."

There was a chill on the back of Pier's head, and goosebumps rose on his back.

- How could I be so unlucky......

At this point, the fire cover began, and Pierre closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The moment he opened his eyes, he heard the captain order loudly: "It's now, hurry up!" ”

Pierre stood up and sprinted forward. He didn't think much of any such thing as taking advantage of the landscape, he just rushed straight to the place where the fallen demolition team was, in fact, his mind was blank at the moment, and he didn't think about anything - if he didn't do that, Pier would not be able to take a few steps and fall to the ground in fear.

Of course, this is not courage, it is just a negative response to breaking the jar, rather than bearing the fear, Pierre's brain thinks it will be easier to give up like this, so he does it.

Although his brain had given up, his body's five senses were still working faithfully, he could see the enemy firing wildly, the barrage of tracer bullets sweeping across his eyes, he could hear the dense gunfire, and the occasional explosion.

Suddenly, Pierre realizes that he has rushed to the location of the blaster.

The moment he realized this, he tripped over something, fell on the ground and gnawed on the mud, his teeth were sore and a large amount of sand entered his mouth.

He spat out the sand while searching for the blaster, and found it without much effort.

Picking up the blaster, Pierre suddenly realized that he had no gun with him, and when he looked around, he could not find his rifle at all—the combat sappers were carrying light submachine guns, which were very different in appearance from assault rifles.

Pierre wanted to find a submachine gun to use first, but suddenly felt that he might not bring a gun, now this task, the gun is just a burden, if he is still alive after blowing up the bunker, then pick up another and use it well, anyway, the one he just took was also picked up.

Pierre stood up with a blaster and lunged towards the pillbox, where the British finally spotted him, and the bullet swept over and hit him in the leg.

When he fell to the ground, he thought that it would be better to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, but the thought that another unlucky man would be sent to pick up the blaster later made Pierre dismiss the idea.

He himself was unlucky enough to pass on his bad luck to others. If it was up to him to do it, at least now he was close to the bunker and still had a blaster in his hand.

Pierre began to crawl forward with the blaster.

He gradually felt that his leg was starting to go numb, and he was still feeling a little chills, thinking that he must have lost a lot of blood.

Finally, Pierre came to the base of the bunker wall. The hole was much larger than expected, and Pierre estimated that it would not be difficult to stuff the blaster inside.

He took a deep breath, then leaned his back against the bunker, kicked the ground with his intact leg, and with the blaster that used it as a crutch, he stood up little by little against the walls of the bunker. Once he was standing, he took another deep breath, pulled the blaster's time-delay detonator, and then shoved the blaster into the hole of the gun with a loud roar.

But it was only halfway through the stuff that the blaster was blocked by the people inside - if you think about it, the machine gunner should be in front of the gunner, and the blaster will first poke the heavy if it wants to enter the bunker.

Pierre yelled: "Let go, you bastard! ”

The people inside also shouted, but Pierre couldn't understand a word.

Probably because someone else came to help, the blaster was poked out at once, and Pierre thought to himself that this was the end of it.

The moment the idea was born, the blaster exploded.

**

On the other side, German commandos were jumping out of gliders.

The British did not seem to have expected at all that the airfield would be raided by German glider units, and there were only anti-aircraft artillery units on the airfield, which had also suffered heavy losses in the bombing not so long ago. There were only a limited number of working anti-aircraft machine guns in the entire airfield that could still shoot, and as for the British "Bang Bang Cannon" (a very bad anti-aircraft gun), although the anti-infantry was okay, the rate of fire was too slow.

In addition to these, the only people who are responsible for guarding the airport are armed ground crews and other non-combat units.

These people have bad weapons and bad marksmanship, and they are no match for the elite units of the German army.

The Germans quickly took control of the runway and conning tower, and then began to attack the dormitory area next to the airfield.

Second Lieutenant Miller led his assault team to storm the square in the dormitory area first.

He did not see the British at all.

However, Ensign Miller did not let his guard down, gesturing for his troops to disperse and leaving the fireteam at the rear to find cover and prepare for support.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the two-story building directly east of the square.

The moment Captain Miller's eyes turned to the first floor of the building, a British officer jumped from inside the house onto the windowsill. The officer shouted, raised his pistol, and shot one of the soldiers at the front of Miller's squad.

The next moment, shouts erupted, and the British rushed over the windowsills of the buildings and toward Miller's troops.

Most Britons were unarmed, and instead had a variety of folding stools, umbrellas, wrenches and even a guitar.

The fire team opened fire immediately, but a mere squad machine gun could not stop so many people at the same time - especially when they were so close.

The other two groups opened fire a little slower than the fireteam, and Miller guessed that everyone was slightly shocked by the British's courageous charge.

Just a momentary hesitation gave the British the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand.

Miller yelled, "Back off!" Hurry back! ”

As he gave the order, he retreated and opened fire with his assault rifle, and the battle group that followed him did the same, and their position was right at the back of the formation, so they managed to open the distance, and the other two teams were immediately caught in hand-to-hand combat.

Soon the Germans and the British were completely mixed together, and for fear of accidentally injuring friendly troops, the fire team stopped firing, and then they abandoned their machine guns and joined the battle in their turns.

The small square was completely reduced to a primitive brawl, and the soldiers of the two armies seemed to have returned to the era of cold weapons in an instant, desperately trying to put each other to death with wooden sticks, sapper shovels, and fists and feet.