81_81266 "I'm not asking for anything for myself, but I think every German and British man who deserved a medal that night." If you've seen the battle between us that night, you know how beautiful peace really is. —Wilhelm Downer, veteran of the German 1st Airborne Division.

Another new offensive began, and revenge was not only taken by the German paratroopers, but of course by the numerically superior British infantry. After a long period of artillery preparations, the British once again summoned up the courage to fight on the battlefield, using their stubbornness and courage to face the most dangerous opponent in a century.

All people, as long as they are not idiots, know to learn lessons after failure. And the threat of death will make people learn faster and better. Sometimes veterans will be very unwilling, because their trick skills and even experience will be learned and absorbed by the opponents little by little, and eventually become a means to kill themselves.

This time the British fought extremely smartly, they spread out their formation, little by little stealthily approached the German position, not in a hurry to shout and then jump up and charge, but crawled forward, little by little to close the distance between the two sides.

Moreover, the British middle and lower commanders, who had learned a trick, began to pay attention to the German machine-gun positions on both flanks, and they used heavy machine guns to suppress the places where they could shoot, and the carefully camouflaged positions were filled with white smoke. However, this tactic was clearly more effective, and the German machine guns were forced to abandon the more efficient flank suppression, and instead reluctantly returned to their own lines, waiting for the fierce attack of the British.

As the minutes ticked by, the British finally approached a distance large enough for them to exploit their numerical superiority, and the real attack began. The British infantry began to leap forward as some light machine guns opened fire, and almost at the same moment, the long guns and short cannons in the hands of the German soldiers also roared, and the bullets on both sides came and went, and the flames from the explosion of the flares lit up the nearby sky.

"Tutu, Tutu!" The assault rifle in Borol's hand was in the hands of a veteran, and if it was exactly at a distance of about 200 meters, it could be called a single weapon artifact. Although the recoil of this weapon is not small, the accuracy is very good, especially at the distance of 200, which is extremely efficient.

Every time Borol taps the trigger, two bullets will be fired, and the muzzle of the MP-44 can just jump slightly when firing, which can usually hit the opponent's chest, causing a terrifying lethality of one hit.

The muzzle of his gun kept aiming, looking for his target by the light of the flares, and hitting one British soldier after another. The bullets fired by the British soldiers threw a cloud of dust around Borrol, but he ignored them, just took aim there, and fired.

The light of the flare had not yet disappeared, and Donner, who was standing beside Borol and kept firing with his G43, saw with his own eyes that in a foxhole not far away, two German paratroopers were hit by British bullets, and fell on their backs with a bloody mist of blood. Compared to the previous attack, the British clearly achieved some success, they began to inflict casualties on the German paratroopers, and began to really challenge the opponent's defenses.

Those who are familiar with the battle know that you cannot retreat at this time, and retreating at this time is tantamount to handing over your life to your opponent, which is almost no different from suicide. The veterans knew that even if they retreated, it should be after repelling this British attack.

Therefore, even though some of the British soldiers had already touched the first row of foxholes, the core components of the German defense, the Germans still had no intention of retreating, they threw grenades to drive the British out of their fortifications, and beat the British soldiers with more fierce firepower.

It seems that the British soldiers on the opposite side have also been given the order to fight to the death, so the British soldiers who should have retreated long ago did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and the war entered the most tragic stage at midnight, and the two sides fought each other with grenades on the staggered positions, and even the soldiers of the two armies were torn together in some places.

"Get on the bayonet!" he ordered Donner beside him, and Borol threw the last grenade in his hand, and several British soldiers not far away were tossed to the ground by the blast, and the screams made the silent night seem noisy.

The third flare flew into the sky, and Borol took his weapon and aimed it at a British soldier who was throwing a grenade not far away, and as the gunfire rang out, the man's arm was broken in two, and the grenade fell into the foxhole occupied by the British with the man's palm and half of his arm, and then the explosion sent five or six British soldiers inside to hell.

Before he could turn around, a British soldier screamed and jumped into the foxhole where Borol and Donner were, and Donner, startled with his rifle, hurried to meet the British soldier with a bayonet. The other party's level of fighting bayonets is obviously not very good, but Donner, the new paratrooper, is not a master, and the two of them looked at the bright tips of each other's guns, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Suddenly!" Borrell was not a gentleman, and immediately shot the British soldier who might want a fair duel, and then without looking at the strange-looking Donner, he found a direction and continued to fire.

While firing, he shouted loudly: "Don't be in a daze, cover my side! Next time if you don't move, I'll kill you first!"

"Yes, sir!" Donner swallowed as he picked up his rifle and looked at the still twitching corpse at his feet.

When another Englishman tried to pounce, Donner naturally shot him through the chest, and suddenly he felt that he was no longer afraid or hesitant, and that he was a complete murderer - but it was a good feeling, it felt good to pull the trigger and continue to breathe.

Borol withdrew his magazine at this time, stuck his last magazine in his gun, bent down and picked up the Lee Enfield rifle that had fallen to the ground, propped it up on the edge of the foxhole, and then fell to the ground and continued to fire, for he could not remember how many people he had killed tonight, but one after another, and one after another.

William Downer, the recruit who was in charge of covering him, didn't know how many people he had killed, because there were no less than five British soldiers lying around their foxhole alone.

The second British soldier who stormed the foxhole was stabbed to death by Donner with a bayonet, and the blood spurting from the bloodletting groove on the bayonet splashed him and Borroel in the face. By this time Borol had exhausted all his bullets, and he held the front of the position with the Englishman's rifle until his arm was pierced by a bullet.

The sky still hadn't risen, the dawn hadn't come, the Germans were holding their ground, and the British were still not getting the results they wanted. A lot of things were expected, but no one expected the losses to be so huge.

When the British retreated, Borol lay in his foxhole with only panting strength, and Donner sat there with his rifle in his hand, the blood on his face dried and splashed and splashed, and he did not know how many layers there were.

It was only when the commander of the 1st platoon with a few soldiers found Borol that he realized how heavy the losses of his company were. The entire 2nd platoon could no longer find a living person, and the 1st and 3rd platoons combined were only 30 wounded soldiers.

When he set off on the plane, his paratrooper company consisted of 123 soldiers, and now he has only 32 left. So many soldiers who knew and remembered their names, so many young faces, on such a night with almost no end in sight, became the dust of history. No one can remember these wretched creatures who left their homeland and gave their lives for the Führer, and even if they go down in history forever, they will be nothing more than an impressive casualty figure.

"Retreat. Borol only said that, and then fainted. And these scarred German paratroopers were silent, and they helped each other to leave the positions they had held for most of the night.

The men hobbled back slowly and indifferently to where they had set out in the evening, flanked by the second line of defense of the German paratroopers. On this position, there is another company of paratroopers, another insurmountable mountain, a real Great Wall of blood.

The British barely managed to see their target at 2:15 a.m., and after paying more than 900 casualties, they realized that it was not a presumptive battalion of German soldiers standing in the way, but a dissatisfied German paratrooper company. It was only then that the British realized what kind of troops they were fighting against, and it was only then that they really realized how far they were from the coast.

The land that the German soldiers took inch by inch with blood, and if they wanted to take it back, they naturally had to pay more blood inch by inch. This is the truth of the German paratroopers, this is the truth of the Germans, and this is the truth of the Führer, Accardo Rudolph.

In a life-and-death battle, no one will retreat. The two sides continued to fight for every inch of land, and the actual control area of the German landing force was compressed by the British counterattack force for a whole circle, but the British were not able to see the beautiful coastline.

Morning finally arrived, and the rising sun brought countless hopes and new life to this world. The German bomber group appeared on time in the distant sky, and in the port of Rotterdam, the second wave of landing troops slowly sailed out of the port with the aircraft carriers, and a new round of fighting was about to begin