81_81266 Everyone knew that the Germans were coming, and just a few hours earlier, the German Airborne Forces had parachuted in the area behind them. They knew that hundreds of German soldiers had already begun to attack them, destroying roads, occupying bridges, and even slaughtering their wives and children. But as British soldiers guarding the coastline, they could not do anything.

German bombers flew over the beach like locusts crossing the border, dropping thousands of incendiary bombs and bombs. The positions on the surface were destroyed, and even some important pillboxes were blown up into a pile of rubble.

The British defenders were under-manned, indeed under-manned - they had only about 500 men guarding the beach, and almost 50 had been killed by the bombardment that had just been carried out. Reinforcements were more than a dozen kilometers away, presumably blocked by German paratroopers, and they were able to rely on some 50-year-old defensive positions, including the two old batteries that had been blown up by Stuka.

In the slight sea breeze, the eyes of the British soldiers, with the butts of their machine guns on their shoulders, suddenly widened, because right on the coastline, one German ship after another, large and small, was extremely messy.

One by one, German soldiers jumped into the icy waters of the shoreline, allowing the biting waters of February to pour into their boots and irritate their thighs. Many more boats didn't even have engines, they were "lifeboats" rowed by manpower, and when they washed up on the beach, no one paid any attention to these things, and all the soldiers were trying to find cover.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the British machine guns began to fire, and the bullets rained down on the German soldiers on the beachhead, and in an instant, dozens of German soldiers fell in response, and many more quickly lay down in the icy sea with the sound of gunfire.

The bullet hit the side of the wooden ship, sending splinters of wood chips flying everywhere. Before the German soldiers on the boat could jump into the water, they were pierced through the body by bullets and fell on the bodies of their comrades.

The soldiers screamed and continued to rush forward, trying to get past the dense barbed wire and concrete barriers. But the first sapper who tried to cut the barbed wire fence was smashed into a sieve by a bullet, and the second was also knocked out of the arm, and then no one was willing to try to break the barbed wire.

The German soldiers marched slowly in a hail of bullets, even veterans of the battles between Poland and France had never encountered such a bloody and brutal counterattack, and the British defensive positions were full of flames and rivers of blood on the beach. This qiē was like hell on earth, and it made the hearts of the German follow-up landing force that climbed to the shore tremble.

A paramedic was trying his best to save his wounded, using a tourniquet to try to stop his comrade's bleeding, but before he could press the wound, he was shot through the head by a bullet.

Steel helmets were lightly pierced, corpses were piled on top of each other, and German soldiers suffered hundreds of casualties on the beach, and even on the beachhead where the British had no end in place, it was still a luxury to want to move forward.

It seems that God felt that the Germans had not suffered enough casualties, and the British artillery joined in the massacre. Various explosions broke out on the beach, and the German casualties were even heavier. The explosion flew into the sky with mutilated bodies, mutilating the voices of German soldiers crying and invective.

Without much effort, looking out of the bunkers of the British defenders were hordes of German soldiers, half-soaked in the sea, moving slowly and densely. There is no need to aim at all, as long as they keep strafing, these German landing soldiers who do not know whether they are alive or dead can be sent to hell.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the machine guns in the hands of the overwhelmingly superior British soldiers seemed to never stop. These poorly trained British garrisons found that war was no different from games, and they continued to slaughter their opponents, who could not even fight back in a serious way.

"Haha! Damn the Germans!fuck it!" a British machine gunner behind the bunker laughed loudly as he pulled the trigger and fired bullets at the helpless German soldiers on the beach.

The oppressive feeling of the British defenders after a long period of bombing seemed to be fully vented at this moment, and the bullets of revenge could finally enter the chests of the German soldiers, staining the entire beach with their blood. Seeing those German soldiers struggling and crying on the beach, the British defenders suddenly had an inexplicable pleasure in their hearts.

After paying for the lives of hundreds of soldiers, and after being tortured by British soldiers on the beachhead for ten minutes, the German soldiers seemed to remember that they had not come here to die.

Ten kilometers away, the Italian battleship Rome finally opened fire, and the main guns erupted with dazzling flames. The shells howled sharply in the air because they were so fast that they hit a machine-gun emplacement on the British beachhead in just a split second.

The huge shock wave lifted the surrounding mud and sand into the air, and the reinforced concrete fortifications more than a meter thick shattered and collapsed like sand sculptures, and the British only felt the real pressure at this time, because with the fire of the battleship's main guns, the German artillery and the large and small guns finally made their own sounds, and the beachhead suddenly burst into flames.

The artillery support gave the Germans confidence, and they began to cut through the barbed wire with tongs and clear the beachhead with blasters and iron fist rockets. Soon, with a loud blast of the blaster, the barbed wire was blown open a path, and several British trenches and stragglers around it were cleared.

The German soldiers, who had just been at sea complaining about the cold weather, were now mostly gritting their teeth and not speaking, only a few minutes before they had really seen the really bad conditions and the real bloody battlefield. Armed with their weapons, they stooped over the barbed wire and the corpses, and rushed into the British trenches as fast as they could.

After all, the British soldiers in the trenches would not wait for death, they were still aiming and shooting, desperately firing back. It's just that the Germans at this time had much more firepower than their British counterparts. The sound of G43 and MP-44 firing came and went, and the British defenders' trenches had just been cut through a gap, and most of them were lost in the blink of an eye.

"Attack! They're finished!" shouted a company commander with an MP-44 assault rifle as he urged his men to keep moving forward: "Throw grenades in all bunkers!

Yes, don't take prisoners! This is a war that cannot be said to be just or evil, where people are bleeding and millions of corpses are lying here, enjoying the pleasure of killing, and treating the opponent who is still taking revenge with even bloodier.

It was a complete massacre, at first the people who guarded the beach slaughtered the people who tried to get on the coast, and then it turned into the people who had established themselves on the coast, and they slaughtered the people who guarded the coast in a frenzy. There will be no mercy or sympathy in the mind except indifference and naturalness when the gun is fired, and civilization will be worthless in this time except for providing more efficient weapons of killing.

The British soldier who raised his hand in surrender was shot through the head by a German soldier who had just died tragically and had nowhere to vent his anger, and before jumping into the trench, grenades were thrown into bunker as if they didn't want money.

A German soldier kicked open the door behind the machine-gun bunker, and the grenadiers who had already prepared it threw two or three grenades into the bunker, and then the explosion erupted from the machine-gun hole of the bunker, accompanied by a deafening explosion accompanied by the screams of the British soldiers inside.

More German soldiers poured onto the beachhead, greeted not by the cheers of their comrades and the joy of victory, but by the bright red waters and severed limbs. Piles of corpses beyond recognition, corpses pushed in a straight line by the waves, corpses stretching all the way to the barbed wire fence in the distance, and corpses on the edge of the trenches in the distance...... Corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses everywhere.

The smell of blood that suffocated people violently vomited, and the depressing atmosphere that made people breathless, in just ten minutes, the German landing force lost more than 2,000 elite soldiers on the beach less than 100 meters away.

A soldier with a broken arm from a bullet is looking for his lost part on the beach, several medics are helping a wounded soldier who has lost a leg to stop the bleeding, and not far away sappers are erecting a pontoon dock to load and unload the supplies that will come later.

Farther away, a few of the only landing ships were unloading Tank No. 3, and sappers were helping the tank find its way up the muddy sand. There was no applause, no laughter, only a few priests in white smocks and crosses in their hands, constantly drawing sacred crosses against the soulless body. This is all the ritual to welcome the follow-up troops.

"Oh my God. A German soldier who landed on the beach with a rifle accidentally tripped over a corpse and said to himself, "What happened to them?"

An aging soldier followed him, watching the pink sea water pour into his boots, and staggered forward, whispering as he went, "Son, this is just the beginning." In the future, there will be wars!"

British artillery shells continued to crash aimlessly on the beach, occasionally forcing the German landing force to lie down and take shelter. Not far away, on the defensive line of the British defenders, the continuous gunfighting continued without the slightest sign of stopping. Apparently the British also knew that if the Germans were allowed to gain a foothold on the beach, then the British would have lost almost a qiē