Chapter Seventy-Nine: Whack-a-Mole

Behind the sand, the enemy's bunker firepower is too strong, and no matter how many people break through, it will not be enough to fill it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Don't go! Come back! ”

Several soldiers rushed up from the rear and crossed the sand where I was hiding, and I hurriedly made a sound to intercept them.

"Da Da Da"

A tiny mist of blood sprayed my face, and the Allied soldiers who rushed out fell to the ground, leaving no one alive.

The other soldiers in the back happened to see this and followed me behind the sand.

"Are there any observers?"

I turned around and looked for artillery observers in the crowd. In order to cooperate with the naval fleet, there were many such observers in the landing force.

A soldier with a walkie-talkie on his back ran over, glanced at the bunkers and said:

"I'm sorry, but the angle of the shell may not hit"

There will be a lot of warplanes in the air, but we can't contact them, and the bunkers are covered in sand and dirt, so it's hard to spot them from above.

There were more and more soldiers blocking behind us, and a gap was opened in our place, so the soldiers who broke through the beach rushed here.

Sooner or later, the Germans will find out about the anomaly here, so many people huddled together, it is believed that the German artillery will be happy.

"Whoever has a smoke bomb, use it intensively!"

The soldiers opened their backpacks and took out the smoke grenades to concentrate. A total of more than a dozen smoke grenades were found, I took a look at the location of the bunker, about 110 meters away from us, the smoke grenades could not be thrown, that is to say, we will have no smoke grenades for a distance behind.

The time and distance of smoke grenade cover are limited, so the number of sorties is not too large, and we have adopted a voluntary registration method.

This time, more than 40 people signed up, which made me look at these soldiers, and I was under the impression that such high-risk missions were generally not wanted by Allied soldiers.

We took off the excess equipment and left only the basic weapons. There were actually two soldiers with flamethrowers among the attackers, and the golden jars were particularly glaring. I quietly shifted my position, determined not to stand with them, this thing has too strong a ability to attract bullets!

"Bomb dropping!"

With the shouts of a company commander, smoke bombs flew past, and after a few muffled sounds, white smoke spread.

More than a dozen smoke bombs created a smoke strip hundreds of meters long, which made the Germans lose their vision.

"Da Da Da"

The Germans opened fire with all their might, bullets flew sideways in the thick fog, and from time to time charging fighters were knocked out with a muffled grunt.

I rushed out as soon as the smoke appeared, and the smoke was only a dozen seconds, so I had to hurry. The German machine guns were firing indiscriminately, which was quite effective, and caused us a lot of casualties.

It's just a few seconds of sprint, but it feels like a long time. A row of soldiers charging together, running and running more and more sparse, God seems to be picking and choosing, the lucky ones survive, the unlucky ones lie down, this is completely a charge of luck.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang in the smoke, and what I feared most happened. The bullet struck the flamethrower's oil tank, sparing all the soldiers around the explosion, and flames burned like a few more humanoid candles.

"Ah!!h

Never listen to the screams of those who have been burned to death by fire oil, that is the cry of hell!

"Bang Bang"

I fired, and the warning of the horn was forgotten by me, and it seemed to me that this was not to shoot my comrades, but to help them get rid of them, and I believe they were grateful to me.

The flames were still burning, and the vague figures of the charging Allied soldiers were exposed to the flames. The German soldiers turned their guns and rained down bullets on the area, where there were no living people a moment later.

Rushing through the smoke area, we were completely exposed to enemy fire, and casualties rose instantly. I held the rifle at my waist and fired as I made a quick dash. With the sense of the gun, five bullets were fired into the bunker hole, and the machine gunner inside lay on the machine gun with blood in his chest.

Leaning against the edge of the bunker, I gasped for air to calm the burning heat in my lungs.

"Da Da Da"

Gunshots rang out again in the nearby shooting hole, and it appeared that someone had replaced the dead shooter.

I swapped my rifle for a bullet, slipped the muzzle into the hole and pulled the trigger, and there was a howl in the bunker.

Then he took out a grenade from the pocket on his waist, pulled out the pull tab, and quickly stuffed it into the shot hole for 4 seconds.

"Boom"

A puff of smoke came out of the firing hole, and there was silence inside.

Each bunker has its own area of responsibility, and if you knock out one, there will be a fire blind spot, and the Allied soldiers who have been beaten so hard that they can't raise their heads seize the opportunity to pour into the bunker group from the blind spot.

Some bunkers have a lot of space in them, and they are spaced out, and grenade fragments can't hurt the enemies inside. The stubborn Germans opened fire on us from many hidden firing holes, unable to defend ourselves. This scene reminds me of those classic shots in the tunnel battles, but I was in a bad mood when I was on the side of the beating.

I searched for ways for the Japanese army to deal with the tunnels, but these methods were rejected by me one by one, and many conditions were unrealistic.

The entrance to the dark castle is easy to find, but the dark dark castle makes people frightened and hesitated. I'm also very cowardly in this kind of confined space battle, it has nothing to do with courage, it's just that it's too easy to be killed by the enemy's death-fighting struggle, and it's not worth it.

"Get out of the way! Look at me! ”

Another soldier with a flaming gun was still alive, and he hurriedly ran over with a fuel canister on his back, and the Allied soldiers on the road intuitively felt far away from him, for fear of being affected.

The soldier walked up to the entrance to the bunker, lit the muzzle of the jet gun, leaned forward, stood in a lunge, and pulled the trigger!

"Boom"

A fiery dragon rushed into the bunker, and immediately there was a terrible howl inside, and several German soldiers with burned skin and flesh ran out with flames, and the Allied soldiers were startled and hurriedly dodged. The Burning Man slowly stopped, fell to the ground, and the howling finally stopped, except that the smaller and smaller corpses were still curled up, their limbs still twitching, and finally turning into a mass of black charcoal.

"Vomit"

Smelling the stench of burnt proteins, the soldiers spit out one by one.

Only the soldier with the flaming spear screamed and shouted frantically, but his face was full of tears.

"Come on! You bastards!?"

He walked to the entrance to the next bunker with his gun in hand, and sprayed again.

"Abel, did you see that? I burned these Nazis! ”

Abel was the soldier who was unfortunately burned to death by the oil tank he carried, and it seems that the friendship between the two is quite deep.

There were many bunkers, and there were Allied soldiers squatting at each exit, and there were always unwilling German troops rushing out, trying to flee for their lives.

The blazing gunner was like a hero, and wherever he went, the Allied soldiers cheered loudly; He was also a messenger of hell, and every bunker he passed through let out an inhuman howl.

The German soldiers collapsed, not brave enough, not loyal, but too miserable and too humiliated. They marched out of the bunker in a line with flags made of white shirts.