Borol originally wanted to use grenades to kill the Dutch soldiers in this church, but when he saw the noisy anti-aircraft gun position, Borol changed his mind, he turned his head and whispered to the soldiers beside him: "I rushed in to deal with the Dutch soldiers here, you go and let the machine gun position be transferred, come here to me." Got it?"

"Sir, are you going in alone?" said the soldier, frowning, "I don't know how many Dutch soldiers there are in here, it's too dangerous for you to go in alone." ”

"We are undermanned, and if the Dutch on anti-aircraft positions know that we have copied their rear, they may well pose a threat to us. "If we don't use grenades to get rid of this place, the Dutch over there probably won't know we're coming," Borol explained. ”

Nodding, the soldier returned to where they had started, and Borol cautiously opened the church door to find more than twenty pairs of eyes staring at him in horror.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, indescribably weird. Borrol held a ten-round rifle and pointed it at a room full of Dutchmen. The men were all old men and children, and all stared at Borol as they entered, and a little boy struggled to scream and was covered by his own grandmother.

Borol walked forward with his feet raised, and the men avoided the muzzle of his gun, but he did not speak, and the men did not speak, and without a word, Borol passed through the men and came to the side of the stairs.

He glanced back at the old men and children, and made sure that they did not mean to come up to fight, so he raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it to the top of the stairs, and walked slowly up the stairs. The old staircase creaked, but it wasn't harsh because of the sound of the cannon outside.

Climbing the stairs one by one, Borol finally reached the second floor, and he was relieved by the sight of two Dutch soldiers lying on the floor, apparently dead for a long time. One person was hit directly in the jaw with a machine gun, while the other fell unlucky by leaning against a wooden wall full of holes.

He lowered the muzzle of the gun and walked over to take a closer look at the two dead Dutch soldiers, the scene was a little too bloody, and his stomach churned a little, but he still used the muzzle of the gun to push the corpses that fell to the ground, and confirmed whether the two men were dead or not. He found a chair and sat down at the table, glancing at the broken teacup and the half-cut coffee pot.

Apparently the two men were just sitting here comfortably, just like he was now—ready to drink coffee and go about their ordinary day. Borol lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a puff and exhaled the smoke, then grabbed the remaining half of the bread on the table, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and ate it unceremoniously.

When he was halfway through his meal, Baru came up. It was clear that the place was completely occupied by the Germans, and soon they would be confronted by an anti-aircraft gun position about a hundred meters away, and a dozen Dutch soldiers on that position.

"Here are the inhabitants of this village. Hiding in the church in order to escape the air raid. Balu pointed downstairs and said, "There is about a platoon of Dutch defenders in the village, we have eliminated 7, and there are more than 20 left. ”

As he spoke, the deputy squad leader walked in with two soldiers, one with gauze wrapped around his face, as if he had been resurrected mummies, and the other was a platoon medic with a white identification mark wrapped around his arm and a conspicuous red cross on it.

"The other side's forces don't seem to be enough. They divided a lot of people to set up defensive positions around the village, and there was a machine gun team of 5 people at the entrance of the village just now, and 2 people were stationed here......" Borol found a few broken books on the table and laid out a plan of the village: "They have about 12 people operating the anti-aircraft gun, and there is a heavy machine gun as cover. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the outskirts of the village: "They should have two more machine guns here and here, and they won't be enough to threaten us for a while...... Now the fatal question is, maybe that damn anti-aircraft gun can fire flat, and once they do, we're done. ”

"So what do we do?" asked the deputy squad leader, staring at a few books on the table.

"Here, set up a machine-gun emplacement and suppress their machine guns in one go. Borol pointed to one of the books and said, "It's in this house not far from them, fire for 20 seconds, leave there immediately, return to the vantage point here, and fire again on the roof." ”

Then he pointed to the gap between the other two books: "There's a small alley here, and if we're lucky, the Dutch shouldn't be here to defend ourselves, and we can go through and destroy this Dutch force." Behind this anti-aircraft gun position was a beautiful house, in which the Dutch commander was presumably located. Remove the anti-aircraft gun position and go inside to check it out. ”

"That's the only way to do it, there is no news from the platoon commander's side, so we can only act alone here. The deputy squad leader nodded and said.

Now that their numbers have been strengthened, and both wounded soldiers have returned to the ranks, so that they have 9 soldiers, the difference in numbers does not seem to be so obvious. Borol arranged their basic tactics, with a G43 rifleman covering the MG42 machine gun, firing first in front of the Dutch anti-aircraft gun position, and immediately shifting positions after a short fight. The rest of the men followed him into an assault detachment, which attacked from the alley, approached the Dutch anti-aircraft gun positions and destroyed all the enemy forces inside.

"Let's start arranging it. "After Borol assigned the task, everyone began to move, everyone concentrated the grenades on the side of the assault detachment, and then they went to their own assault site, as for these frightened Dutch civilians, they were handed over to the only medics who were not assigned a task, and the detention was time-limited, and in the event of an exchange of fire, the medics had to rush to the direction of the assault detachment.

Borrol led the men to the designated attack position, and they could see through the alley that the Dutch anti-aircraft guns were firing heavily into the sky, but fortunately the Dutch did not know that one of their machine gun positions had been killed by the German paratroopers, and they were still focused on shooting into the sky.

Soon, the distinctive sound of German machine guns rang out, and the Dutch positions were dusted. The Dutch soldiers began to return fire fiercely, but they did not intend to use anti-aircraft guns, presumably because they thought that their machine-gun positions could completely suppress the Germans, and they shouted loudly for friendly troops on the periphery as they fired.

"Attack!" As soon as the words were finished, Borol led his men forward quickly, and they quickly approached the Polish position with their guns in hand, and at a very close position Borrol threw the only grenade left in his hand.

Behind him, both paratroopers also threw grenades at the Dutch position, but one grenade hit one side of the wall because of the narrowness of the alley, and instead of rolling into the Dutch trench, it landed halfway through.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!" Three explosions sounded, and Borol braved the dust to jump into the trenches of the Dutch defenders, he pulled the trigger, and the G43 sounded a nice "woo-hoo". A wounded Dutch soldier had two holes punched in his chest and fell to the side with a scream, and Borol pointed his gun at a Dutch soldier on the other side, but the G43 rifle jammed.

Steel-shelled bullets can reduce the use of copper, which is lacking in Germany, to make zuò ammunition, but it brings a more pitiful problem, that is, the flexibility of steel-shelled bullets is not as good as that of copper-shelled bullets. The action of shelling is easy to get stuck, and if the gun fails, in addition to the daily maintenance must be more careful, it is also necessary to have the courage to endure the jamming.

Borol hurriedly threw away the rifle in his hand, pulled the P-38 pistol from his waist, and fired three shots at the Dutch soldier. Behind him, two German paratroopers also rushed out of the alley, firing heavily with MP-44 assault rifles.

More than a dozen Dutch soldiers soon all collapsed in pools of blood, and one was even killed by a German machine gun in the distance as he escaped from the trench. Only then did they discover that not far from the trench lay the bodies of seven German soldiers.

"Oh my God. Borol recognized the corpses, one of which was his platoon commander, the commander who led them to occupy the town. Their parachutes were thrown aside, apparently because they had landed too close to the Dutch position. A person fell to his death directly on the ground because his parachute was hit with a big hole, like a tomato dropped from the balcony from the seventh floor.

Now Borol finally knew why they had eliminated the machine gun positions of the Dutch on the periphery without anyone noticing, it turned out that they had just dealt with the problem at hand, and they had not had time to check the situation around them.

A German paratrooper with an MP-44 kicked open the door of the beautiful house behind the anti-aircraft gun position, and it looked like he was in a hurry to capture a few Dutch commanders, but then he paid the price for his recklessness, and with a crisp gunshot, the German paratrooper was shot in the chest and fell straight to the door.

The Dutch soldiers inside shouted and seemed to want to negotiate with the German paratroopers. But the other paratroopers in Borol did not have the patience to negotiate with the murderer who had just killed a German, and they aimed Bofors' 40 mm rapid-fire anti-aircraft guns at the beautiful house and fired ten shells in one go.

The house was in ruins by anti-aircraft guns, and inside fell three men dressed in Dutch officers' uniforms, one of whom still held a pistol. The German paratroopers threw another grenade into the rubble, which was considered revenge for their comrades.

A short time later, a Dutch soldier with a white flag entered the village, who had come to surrender on behalf of the remaining Dutch, and ten minutes later Borol received his first batch of prisoners, a whopping 11 men.