81_81266 Of course, not all British* teams are like the Norwich Armored Brigade, which is responsible for being funny. At least the soldiers of the 2nd Coastline Guard Regiment of the British 5th Army in Cromer are not here to be funny.

After the SS Acardo's youth soldiers had captured Buckton almost bloodlessly, they set the direction of their attack on Kromer. However, when they launched an attack on this set goal, they experienced another brutal test like a beach landing.

The fighting was unimaginably fierce, and the British fought back fiercely in every block and building, and they held on to wherever they could, in squads or platoons.

Records show a British light machine gunner hiding in ambush around the corner, leaving no way out for himself. After shooting and killing three German soldiers, he was killed by snipers on the position, and he did not move his body until he died.

A British squad put up desperate resistance in the building, repelling the German attack before being blown up by a shell, and the entire squad died in the building they were desperately defending. Next door to them, another squad of British soldiers also regarded death as home, lured five German soldiers into the building and engaged in a white-knuckle battle, killing all the German soldiers before being annihilated by the German soldiers outside with iron fists and bazookas.

These desperate British soldiers fought to the end for their country, they were shot by German snipers, killed by Germans with flamethrowers and bazookas in buildings, and sometimes they ran out of bullets and refused to surrender, until the Germans threw their grenades into the basement where they were, still holding bayonets.

At Bacton, the battle in the city was over in three hours, and the British defenders surrendered their weapons to the Germans, while the same German troops were at Cromer, and after five hours of fierce fighting, the British defenders still sent a message that made Montgomer extremely proud: We are still holding our ground, long live the King.

However, bravery was not the preserve of the British, and the Germans also had their persistence and persistence. There is no doubt about the combat effectiveness of the German army, and if you can name the Führer after the German army, which has won a hundred battles, you can imagine what kind of existence this army is.

The whole regiment was made up of members of the Great German Party between the ages of 18 and 20, who were madly in love with Führer Accardo Rudolf and swore to support Führer more than their own lives. The true regiment fought so bravely that it bordered on recklessness, and dying in battle meant to them the same as sublimating their souls to be with the Führer. These young soldiers were fanatical and militant, and they could only sleep peacefully during Mass in praise of the Führer every day.

So while the British were fighting their intruders as if they were at home, these young men of the Accardo Youth were defending every inch of their chosen Führer's territory. These young men shouted and jumped out of the trenches, charging forward in defiance of the deaths of their comrades, proving to everyone with indifference and murder their unreserved love for the Führer.

Killing all the qiē that dared to challenge the Führer was their dream; killing all the qiē that prevented the rise of Germany was their task! Their specialty was killing, and they would only destroy and destroy it, proving that loyalty needed to shed their own blood, and proving their ability required the enemy's blood, so all they needed to do was to let the blood flow here.

They used flamethrowers to drive away British soldiers hiding in high-rise buildings, oblivious to weeping children and civilians at their feet. They pointed their guns at beautiful girls in dresses, and they used grenades against lonely old men on crutches.

Don't talk to them of any mercy or sympathy, because when they decided to die for the Führer and for Germany, they had already sold their souls to the devil, and now they only know that people block killing, and Buddhas stop killing Buddhas! Massacre of unarmed civilians is as common to them as drinking water or sleeping.

This is war, this is the war that turns people into ghosts. While people in peacetime are excited to kill a cat or beat a child, those who get up from the ruins of war have only pathetic sluggishness in their indifferent eyes.

Dead, sluggish, with indifference in their eyes to the extreme, cruelty to the extreme, pathetic to the extreme, all that is left is suffocating sluggishness. What kind of bullshit is condensed and murderous, what kind of bullshit is kingly, how can that kind of ridiculous thing appear on the real battlefield, and how can that kind of thing in a novel really become a reality?

When the bullet pierces the head of a comrade who is less than half a meter away from you, and blood and brains are splashed all over your cheeks, when you raise your gun and shoot the enemy's arm through his stomach, and watch him fall to the ground crying for his mother until he dies, when you open the safety ring and throw the grenade into the room, wait until the explosion blows the door panel and rush into the house only to see the corpses of children all over the ground, when you look at a kind old man who walks and shakes, waving a white flag with one hand but pinching the grenade with the other hand and dying with your comrade with a smile......

Do you think you will still keep your eyes sharp and deep? Do you think you will still be murderous and prohibitive? Do you think you can be successful in this environment? Do you think you will still be a soldier king who laughs with beautiful women on the street2. 0 Upgrade?Brother, don't tease.

You don't even bother to wipe your dusty boots, your cigarettes are always in the most handy pocket stuffed with bullets, you always wear clothes with the most pockets, you can't remember that you haven't brushed your teeth for more than ten days, your beard hasn't been shaved for weeks, you turn a blind eye to mosquito bites, your clothes are covered with dried blood and mud, your socks are sticky and stuffed into your pockets before they are dry, and then you wear them, and when you have money, you either gamble or find a stripper to spend it. As long as you keep a few of these habits, how perverted girls are willing to fall in love with you?

Most of the people who do come off the battlefield are walking corpses, accustomed to firing at moving targets, curled up in corners to sleep with their guns under their heads, accustomed to crossing the street in one breath and then stumbling around every corner, accustomed to looking around carefully and trying to be as sinister as possible......

Those who can get out of this hell alive are the most cautious and skilled killers, and they do not hesitate to fire at every suspected target, even the elderly, children, and women, and they try to blend themselves into the rubble and rubble, so filthy that they are no different from the rubble and other roadside debris such as garbage, broken bricks, etc.

Fighting destroys everyone's soul and turns them into bloodthirsty monsters. turned a group of civilized models who blushed and apologized after stepping on someone's foot on the bus into a murderer who shot each other through the head and then added two more shots to the corpse.

The machine gun rang out again, the bullet piercing the air and hitting the window of the opposite building, sending up a cloud of white smoke, and the grenadier commander stared intently at the suppressed target, then reached out and gently made a forward gesture. Behind him, one soldier after another, armed with his own weapons, bent over and ran to the other side of the street as fast as he could, and then quickly set up the same attack formation there.

Another shot rang out from the sniper's position on the rooftop, and a British soldier fell on the windowsill in a window with shattered glass not far away, his rifle still dangling back and forth around his neck. The corpse's head and arms poked out of the window, blood dripping down the building's façade. More and more blood flowed, like a leaking bottle, and finally dyed the entire exterior wall of the windowsill bright red.

At this point in the battle, the British defenders were struggling rather than fighting to the death, and behind them was their homeland, so they could not and were unwilling to surrender, but they really had no way to drive the Germans away, so they could only rely on their own blood and lives to delay time minute by minute.

At 3:15 p.m., the regimental headquarters of the 2nd Regiment of the Coastline Guard of the British 5th Army sent the last telegram: We have done our best, the German army is a few dozen meters ahead, we will hold out until the last moment, long live the British Empire!

The regiment then lost contact, and the battle log of the German Acardor Youth Regiment indicated that at 3:21 p.m. on 15 February, German soldiers captured the core of Cromer and planted the German swastika flag in the building where the headquarters of the 2nd Regiment of the British 5th Army's Coastline Garrison was located.

"Yes, I see, I see. I will immediately convey to the general, congratulations on the completion of the scheduled task...... Long live Führer Accardo Rudolph. "In the General Headquarters of the German Army A at Bacton, the chief of staff put down the phone in his hand.

He walked up to General Rundstedt, who was staring at the map and kept looking, and saluted: "Long live the Führer, General, the SS Führer Youth Corps has successfully captured Cromer, the British defenders have resisted stubbornly, they have lost about 500 soldiers, and now they are in place. Congratulations to the general, our army has exceeded the combat mission. ”

"Montgomery, this British general who made the Führer a little jealous...... You're finally here. Staring at the map, General Rundstedt held his chin and muttered, "Are you going to force your way across this river to fight my 2nd Panzer Division head-on?, or are you going to take a detour to recapture Cromer, who is in ruins?"

Just when the German commanders were entangled, Montgomery was also staring at the map in a daze, he didn't know how many German defenses were deployed along the river in front, but he knew that once he collided with the German armored forces, he would probably suffer a big loss, so he preferred that there were no German tanks in the direction of his counterattack. As for the fact that the navy cut off the transport and supply lines of the Germans, he did not think about it now