Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 107: Scotsman (middle)

At this moment, the door of the living room was pushed open, and an infantry rushed in in a panic. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature website) "Sir, we found some things outside, I think you should come out and take a look."

"Oh? Did you all get the hot soup?" Wallace inserted the knife into the can, and stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"It's all drinking, Boss. The lights are now brightly lit by the sea to the southeast of us, and we see people firing flare into the sky in that direction, just like we are doing Guy Fawkes Day memorial. We are standing in the yard. As you can see from here, half of the sky is illuminated. The squad leader feels a little strange. Let me come over and ask you to take a look."

"Hey? Is there such a thing?" Wallace's interest was immediately attracted. He picked up the officer's revolver on the table. He opened the magazine to check the ammunition, and then set the gun. The hook is fastened to the hanging ring under the handle of the gun.

Wallace picked up the flat hat from the table and buttoned it on his head, and strode toward the door while inserting the pistol into the holster around his waist.

Opening the door, Wallace found that the entire platoon of soldiers were almost gathered in the yard. They looked at the bright flashing light show in the distance with great interest. The soldiers were talking and chatting with each other, like Just like watching a firework show during a summer garden party, several self-proclaimed soldiers climbed up a low wall. They happily pointed at the lights and smoke, and suddenly a flares or colored flare would rise. It caused them to scream and cheer.

Wallace separated the crowd and walked to the gate of the yard. A squad leader handed over a telescope. Wallace nodded to thank the other party and raised the telescope to look into the distance.

Actually, as the soldier said, there seemed to be some anniversary celebrations in the distance. Bright searchlights swayed towards the sky, and from time to time a shining signal flare suddenly rose.

What's the specific situation? From his perspective, there is really nothing to see. He found that the place where the light is projecting should be at the bottom of a **** or cliff, which is basically blocked by the horizon. He could only see a sea of ​​light on the horizon and a plume of smoke that rose up with the sea breeze. Under the light of the light, it was like a gauze shining brightly, twisting and swaying with the wind, and finally slowly dissipating. In the air.

Suddenly a fireball suddenly rose from the ground, and there was a roar of thunder in the distance. Immediately Wallace saw a series of small light spots flying slowly from the ground to the sky, like fireflies in the summer field. Flickering and flickering in the night sky, these light spots slowly connected into a shining light whip, wave after wave swept into the air, from left to right, and then from right to left.

Wallace had previously served in Scotland. He had never really seen the anti-aircraft fire before, curiously holding the binoculars to observe the novel scene in front of him, completely unaware that he was witnessing a real war.

"Where is it? Why are they so careless? Don't they have any concept of light control? You see, the Germans are throwing bombs over their heads, but they still have such bright lights on. I'm afraid The enemy can't see the target on the ground. This commander should be sent to the military court." Kusmo didn't know when he had stood by Wallace's side, and he was also watching the battle with a telescope intently. At the same time, I did not forget to send out some personal opinions and give a lesson in air defense to the soldiers in the platoon.

"Should we get there, I think they must be in need of help now." Wallace's heroic spirit suddenly rose. He felt that as a soldier, he had the responsibility to do something for the distant colleagues who were in dire straits.

"I don’t recommend that we participate in this battle. This is not a battle we can intervene. We are just infantry. What can you do with those planes? Can you shoot them with rifles? The people there now need air force and anti-aircraft guns. By the way, they have anti-aircraft guns. So only the Air Force fighters are missing now." Kusmo poured a bucket of cold water onto the head of the platoon leader above the blood without hesitation.

"Look, they hit a German plane!" several soldiers shouted loudly. The rest of the soldiers also saw the plane firmly locked by several searchlight columns under their guidance, and a bright orange flame had appeared in the middle of the poor guy's fuselage. Persevering in the beam of light for less than five or six seconds, he deflected the fuselage and screamed down towards the ground. The Scottish soldiers who witnessed this rare sight all raised their fists and applauded and cheered, whistles and screams were endless.

"It seems to be St. Margaret Beach. The map shows there is an army infantry company and some antiaircraft artillery units. It looks like they did a good job, but why didn't they turn off the **** light, you Look at the bomb." Kusmo put down the binoculars and wiped his eyes, then continued to hold the binoculars.

"There should be a **** extending towards the sea. The bomb fell on the side of the slope. We can only see some firelight... Whoops! What a big fireball, hell, you look up there, so many airplanes "Wallace suddenly raised the lens and looked into the sky. Under the reflection of the ground light, the clouds in the entire sky were lit up. Under the background of the clouds, one can clearly see each one. The small black dots lined up in a neat diagonal line and flew slowly towards the shore.

"There are at least thirty... It's strange how they came from that direction, why did the German planes go around in such a circle." Kusmer was puzzled that these planes turned out to be from inland Britain. Who flew here, shouldn't the Germans come from across the coast? Could it be that the Germans went around a circle to launch an attack from the rear, and it was sinister and vicious, and those poor guys must have been unprepared for attacks from behind.

With the arrival of these bombers, like a valve opened, the towns on the coast frequently lit up a series of dazzling flashes. Because they were blocked by a slope, Wallace didn’t know what was going on. A series of dull thunders sounded, and a large dazzling fireball burst at high altitude. The smoke from the antiaircraft artillery shells burst into a black bullet cloud under the illumination of the flares and searchlights, which just shrouded half of the aircraft group. intermediate.

Almost at the same time, flames emerged from the wings and fuselages of several aircraft in the fleet. One of the aircraft disintegrated in the air after a violent explosion, and the burning fragments turned and fell toward the ground like fallen leaves.

"Good fight, these **** Germans, we should let them know how good we are!" Wallace waved his fist in excitement, and then he seemed to have discovered something interesting and clasped his hands. Staring into the air through the binoculars, he stopped moving.

"Hey, man, I think we have work to do." Wallace put down the binoculars and pointed to a certain point in the sky and said to Kusmo.

"Look, the parachute, the Germans have jumped." Wallace turned around and ordered the soldiers in the yard loudly: "All of you bring weapons, let's catch the German pilots who jumped. There are at least seven or eight. With a parachute, looking at this posture, maybe there will be more in a while, we'd better be able to catch alive, if they don’t resist, it’s best not to shoot, but if they are not honest, let this group The **** knows how good our Scots are, and the motto of our group is..."

"Anyone who offends us will be punished!" The soldiers roared out of the regiment training of the Scottish Highland regiment in excitement, and then rushed towards the rifle stacks in the yard.

The infantry began to line up with their rifles, and they waited for the inspection by the platoon leader with their chests upright. "Bayonet everyone," Wallace ordered.

"Germans will be honest when they see the bayonet. If they dare to resist, I don't mind using this thing to make another hole in their butt."

Wallace drew the pistol from the holster, opened the trigger and closed it again, then handed the pistol to his left hand. Wallace’s orderly ran up holding a long canvas bag. He squatted beside Wallace, laid the canvas bag flat on the ground, then unzipped the zipper on the bag and took out a handful of quaint Scotland from the inside. Cut the sword.

"Listen now. This is the first time we have participated in actual combat. Everyone will follow me closely. Don’t leave the team. If there is a firefight later, I hope everyone will fight bravely, like a real Like a Scotsman, don't let your family be ashamed." Wallace raised the big sword in his hand high, and pointed towards the wilderness outside the courtyard.

"Scotsman, go forward!"

"Haha!" The soldier let out a low battle roar, and then ran with a rifle obliquely behind the platoon leader towards the wilderness.

There are indeed more parachutes in the sky, as Wallace said. The huge fleet in the sky is trembling and humming like a swarm of bees. They are arranged in a neat formation without fear, passing through the dense fog of anti-aircraft shells, with every barrage breaking out~ IndoMTL.com~ there are a few airplanes that turned into burning fireballs, or dragged long tails of cigarettes to roll and scream towards the ground.

But the bomber group still flew past the opponent's position without hesitation, passing through the **** smasher made of high-speed steel, and dropped one bomb after another toward the German beachhead.

Suddenly, all the anti-aircraft fire came to an abrupt halt without warning, and there seemed to be silence between the sky and the earth, almost making people think that there was a problem with their ears.

The beams of the German searchlights began to move towards the flanks of the fleet, and then flashing chains of fire appeared in the air, swinging and flying like a long whip of a Balrog, sweeping back and forth among the fleet, and finally one end of the fire whip Connected to the fuselage of a British bomber, clusters of sparks suddenly appeared on the fuselage of that aircraft. Against the backdrop of the shining sky, people vaguely saw the small shadow of the aircraft on the other side of the whip, the German fighter force. Finally entered the battlefield. (To be continued)

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