A German soldier jumped out of the foxhole with his G43 rifle in his hand, and he ran forward quickly, trying to keep his body as low as possible to avoid the flying bullets. The soldier held his steel helmet in one hand until it was pressed against the wall at the other end of the road, and he stopped gasping for breath.

"About 40 British soldiers, with light machine gun fire, it's always right to be careful. While breathing, he reported the results of the reconnaissance to his commander, after all, not all news can be known in advance, and on the battlefield, the soldiers can only rely on themselves.

"Is there a defensive position here?" asked the platoon commander, pointing to a rough map of the neighborhood that he had drawn by hand. This map was not prepared by the intelligence services, and in order to find out their current situation, the German attacking force paid the price of 2 soldiers killed.

The dusty soldier nodded, pointed to the hand-drawn sketch, and said, "They have set up defensive positions here, and the experienced infantry is better off waiting for the paratrooper chariots to come up before attacking them." ”

"There won't be any paratrooper fighting vehicles, that thing fire suppression is okay, it's not good to cover the infantry attack, after all, the armor is too thin. The platoon commander reluctantly closed the map, pointed to the collapsed building on one side, and said: "The G42 machine gun team will go up and be responsible for suppressing the opponent's machine gun position for a while! Val! You are responsible for leading the 1st squad to attack from the right, and I will lead the rest of the people to attack from the left!"

The buildings had been destroyed by bombs dropped by German bombers, leaving behind a high mountain of rubble, an excellent defensive position. After the platoon commander gave the order to attack, he looked up at a hidden position in the distance, where there was a sniper group in ambush for reconnaissance and cover.

In the corner of one of the windows, a hand was stretched out and a gesture was made. This proved that the sniper team had found no suspicious targets and that the rubble hill was safe.

After seeing this gesture, the platoon commander nodded, and with a slight wave of his hand, a German soldier waiting for the order by the platoon commander's side ran to the rubble pile with his G42 machine gun on his shoulder, and behind him, a German soldier wearing a hooded raincoat ran with an ammunition box with an ammunition box.

These battle-hardened veterans all had their own unique experience to survive the brutal battlefield, they were the true support of the invincibility of the German army, and they were the skeleton and backbone of the entire army. Each of them has become proficient in combat skills to the point of being incomparable, and this kind of thing has become a habit engraved in the depths of their souls.

The only thing that can kill these veterans is luck, no one can predict where the shrapnel will come from, and no matter how advanced the trenches are, they can't prevent the shells from hitting directly, so these veterans believe in God and luck more, because the only thing they can't change is an uncertain small probability event.

The two of them reached the designated position as quickly as possible, not caring about the dust on the rubble and the strange smell, and just lay on the ruins. In order to suppress his shooting position, the bipod on the G42 machine gun was not opened, and the murderous weapon was placed on the ground in the center of two stones.

"Alright! The Heavy is in position! Prepare to attack! Move your steps as fast as you can, and don't stop lightly! If you are hit, don't move, that will only make you die faster! When you see the enemy, open fire fiercely, and report loudly that you have found the enemy's position! Don't shout unnecessarily, it doesn't make any sense!" The platoon commander turned back and told the few newly recruited paratroopers behind him, after all, he didn't want these soldiers to become killed in the first airborne operation.

After telling these recruits, the platoon commander looked at everyone's faces with his own eyes, because he didn't know if he would have a chance to see these familiar faces after a while: "Attack! Hurry!"

With her command, a group of German soldiers rushed out of the walls and bunkers they were leaning on, and rushed towards their targets. They rushed across the open road as fast as they could, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

"Rush, Rush!" The British defenders' machine guns fired, and the bullets swept through, sending out a line of white smoke on the legs of a German soldier who ran frantically forward, trying to avoid the bullets that hit him.

In fact, even he didn't know why he was so unlucky this time, and was the first to be targeted by British machine gunners in the ranks of dozens of friendly soldiers. As he lamented his bad luck, the bullet struck him in the knee and pierced his bones without much effort, leaving two holes in one of his legs that kept spurting blood.

"Ahh

But he knew in his mind that he had been shot, and being shot at such a time was not good news. Fortunately, this was not the first time he had been shot, so he didn't panic at all, and rolled on the spot to find a place that could more or less cover his figure.

"Medic, I've been shot, I've been shot in the leg!" was the only thing he could do was call the paramedics, but whether the medics would be able to arrive in time to respond to his call was another matter. After all, the battlefield is very dangerous, and the medical staff must also try to consider their own life safety before they can further treat the wounded.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Not far away, the G42 machine gun position covering the German attack opened fire violently, and the familiar sound of tearing linen made the German soldiers feel uplifted, after all, there are not many weapons that can suppress German machine guns at such a distance, and obviously the British on the opposite side do not have them.

As the British machine gun position was hit by German bullets in a cloud of white smoke, the German casualties immediately stopped, after all, although the rate of fire of the Lee 'Enfield rifle was not slow, it was inferior to the G43 and MP-44 assault rifles in the hands of the German paratroopers.

Under the cover of their superior firepower, the German soldiers quickly rushed to the position, and the British soldiers with their rifles still tried to resist stubbornly, but they were shot down by the German soldiers, and as more and more German troops jumped into the British trenches, the defenders finally began to crumble.

"Wait, don't shoot! I surrender!" a British soldier raised his hands and dropped his rifle.

"Bang!" a German soldier with his G43 rifle smashed the surrendered British soldier in the head with one shot, and then looked at his comrade-in-arms beside him: "What did he say? I don't understand English!"

"He's surrendering!idiot!" the veteran replied helplessly, "See the gestures!"

More and more British soldiers raised their hands in the air, and it was only then that the Germans discovered that they had much more enemies on their side than they had discovered when they were scouting. When the German platoon commander came from the other side, he counted the number of prisoners, and about 50 British soldiers surrendered, and 15 were killed.

Then the platoon commander went to the side of the only unlucky guy in the attack, and watched as the medic helped him bandage his wounds. He crouched down and quipped beside the agonized veteran: "Hey, I said, why are you so unlucky the last time you were hit in England?"

The veteran was a little crying and laughing, and he still had the Medal of Freedom parachuted into Britain on his chest, as well as the Medal for War Wounded in British combat. Presumably, this time he wants to have another medal for war wounds, right? The veteran thought helplessly.

"He injured his leg, and he had to wait for the barrel car from the regiment headquarters to pick him up, and he couldn't walk by himself. The paramedic used the wooden planks he picked up from the rubble to stabilize the wounded soldier's thigh, and after bandaging the bleeding, he raised his head and said.

The German paratroopers are now no different from the light army, and even more powerful in firepower and more adequate in supply. The powerful Luftwaffe transport aircraft unit could send barrel trucks to the front line as soon as possible, helping paratroopers improve their mobility on the ground.

While several people were talking, an open-top barrel truck drove up from a distance, and a German officer sat in the back seat, carrying a Mauser 98K rifle. Seeing the guns and ranks, several German front-line soldiers knew that it was their own battalion commander who came. Sure enough, the one sitting in front was his company commander, and the one sitting in the back row of the car was the battalion commander Borol and his henchman Donner.

"Didn't you say you needed reinforcements, I brought the battalion commander to reinforce you. The company commander jumped out of the car and quipped.

"Apparently not anymore, sir. The platoon commander pointed to the wounded soldiers on the ground and said: "The resistance here has been cleared, we have captured about 50 prisoners, one of whom was wounded, can you help send them to the field hospital?"

"A veteran of parachuting into the UK?" Looking at the battle wounded medal on the chest of the wounded soldier, Borol smiled: "Can you get in the car yourself? I'll take you to the field hospital." It just so happened that I was going over there to report the results to the regimental commander. ”

"Yes! The veteran, supported by the medical staff, got into Borol's car, and soon followed the battalion headquarters car all the way to the regimental headquarters field hospital. The wind on the road made people feel refreshed, and not far from them, a helicopter flew low, and the upper and lower levels were piled with stretchers of seriously injured people.

In any case, it seems that the combat equipment of the German paratroopers is becoming more and more advanced. Borol thought happily.