Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 106: Scotsman (Part 1)

"Every road has an end. We just need to follow the road. Gili Literature Network (the best experience of reading novels without pop-up windows is in [Phoenix Novels])..." Kevin Wallace Lieutenant Shi stood on the high soil slope, looking at the blood-red cliff wall illuminated by the sunset, and couldn't help expressing sincere emotion.

"Folk along, where is the end point? Isn't this the English Channel?" The Scot crouched beside a bush of wild daisies on the side of the road with his head in his arms. He took off the black flat hat and pressed hard. Scratching short tan hair.

"Sir, I think I know where we are." Platoon Deputy Sergeant Owen Cusmo ran over with a map. He crouched beside the platoon leader and spread the map on the lawn by the side of the road. on.

"I climbed up on the roof of the farm over there and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. This map shows that we should be near Kingston now. Walk this way along the coast to Dover and go in that direction. Can reach Dier."

"It's getting dark, so let's go to the farm to rest. The soldiers have been marching for two hours. We need to find a place to camp and boil some hot water." Wallace stroked his stroke and was messed up. Hair, put on a cap again.

"We should actually turn at the intersection ahead. This is a scenic trail. Below you stand there is a golf course, and that direction is a resort area. We really shouldn’t take a shortcut. Those two bush walls, otherwise the road signs to Dover would have been seen." The sergeant folded the map and ruthlessly sprinkled salt on the platoon leader's wound.

"We are Scots, we never get lost in the wilderness." Wallace angrily grabbed the leaves of the poor plant, and crushed it into pieces in his hands.

"It's not us, but you. You are the most directionless Scot I have ever seen." Kusmer gave Wallace a hard blow, and the gray-white ensign platoon leader slowed down with the sea breeze. Drift slowly.

"All stand up. Let's go to the farm over there and take a break. When we get there, the first shift is responsible for guarding, the second shift and the third shift prepare dinner. If we still can't contact the headquarters. We may have to spend the night there tonight." When he walked to the sloppy soldiers on the side of the road, he gave a loud order to stop the march, and the soldiers cheered.

Finally, this aimless march is about to end. I spent a long time walking around the fields and bushes. However, it was a very physical exercise that had maintained a high-intensity fast march since its departure in the afternoon. The entire platoon was exhausted, but the destination was still far away, which greatly damaged the morale of these soldiers. If it hadn't been for the brave and bold platoon leader to be very popular on weekdays, these guys would have been awkward and talking strange things.

These soldiers wear a black Scottish flat hat with a silver-plated cockade. The upper body is wearing an army-style brown-yellow short coat, and the lower body is wearing a blue and green striped kilt, wearing high wool socks and British military style. Short cut leather shoes. The infantryman carried a canvas ammunition bag on his chest and a marching rucksack on his back. On the canvas belt around his waist was a bayonet sheath, infantry shovel, a water bottle and a gas mask bag. Each rifleman held a Lee Enfield rifle and one A long bayonet, one hundred rounds of 0.303 inch bullets.

This infantry platoon is equipped with a Bren type light machine gun. Controlled by the machine gunners in the platoon command squad, the platoon command squad also carried a two-inch caliber mortar, a total of twelve shells, which were carried by four infantrymen from each squad. The rest of the team members are all riflemen, and each squad leader also carries two grenades.

This is the armament of a standard British infantry platoon at this time, or because these Scottish infantry have received a year of military training and belong to the rare elite troops at present, and their superiors will allow them to have this "gorgeous" equipment.

At present, the rapidly expanding British Army’s weapons are seriously inadequate. Some ordinary companies may not be able to be assigned a mortar. Some soldiers in the newly-built troops have only received one grenade. I really don't know if it should be used to kill the enemy or suicide.

After receiving the Sandwich Barracks report in the afternoon, Churchill ordered an elite infantry battalion to be sent to investigate the area around Deere. He believed that it was just some German feint troops who came ashore to make trouble. So after the order was given, he never asked again, and didn't care about the matter at all.

The Ministry of War is having a headache for this. The roads from the north to the coast are still blocked by the tide of refugees. Currently, troops can only be mobilized from the southern surrounding areas. The garrison in those places is hard to protect by itself, where there are any elites, and the Dover garrison has long been waiting. Waiting for the German attack on the opposite side, no one could mobilize a single soldier without the authorization of the cabinet and the fortress headquarters during the war.

Finally, the Army Executive Committee found a suitable unit, but there was only one platoon. This Scottish infantry platoon has just been transferred from the Northwest Territories to the South. It is resting near Elsham, ready to be transferred to Fort Dover to supplement. Enter the Scottish Highland camp there. Regardless of the small number of people in this platoon, the background is not small, he belongs to the Royal Highland Regiment, which is the famous Black Guard. The Army Executive Committee handed over combat preparation and dispatch to the Kent County Command Post, and asked them to formulate a marching route for this unit and be responsible for its logistics supplies.

The original first battalion of the Royal Highland Regiment was annihilated in Dunkirk, but there is still a reserve native army in Scotland. There is almost a company reserve responsible for local defense tasks. This platoon is this one. The newly formed company in the reserve.

The old troops were left in the area to take on the task of recruiting and training the Royal Highland Regiment. The platoon was transferred to the regular army and transferred to Dover to strengthen the Fort Scottish Highland camp.

In history, Scottish soldiers were no longer allowed to wear their plaid skirts at the beginning of the year. It was not until the British Army lifted the ban again in 42 that the Scottish soldiers were about to revolt. But now, because Dunkirk has been defeated so cleanly, and there are no British people left. As a result, the local Scottish troops that remain in the country have become rich. The army is extremely lacking in such well-trained troops. The only formed Scottish brigade became the hottest main force in the army. It was mobilized near London that month to take on the responsibility of defending London.

In order to win over these unruly Celtic barbarians, the British Army lifted the brain-dead ban on short skirts, as long as these Scots are willing to go to the battlefield and sacrifice their lives for the Anglians, regardless of what they want to wear, even this The group of guys wanted to learn from the ancient Greeks in celestial warfare, so here they only raised their hands in favor, and they also had to write articles to praise each other for their ancient style.

Wallace’s platoon is full of pure Scottish barbarians. The whole platoon is all from the same township. The villages are less than two miles apart. Many of them are students from elementary and middle schools. very familiar. This kind of interpersonal bond is very strong, and the whole row is like a big family.

As a parent, the platoon leader is more like everyone’s eldest brother. This sturdy man who is close to two meters tall is actually only 24 years old. He was known for being brave and courageous in the local area in the early years, and he was also a severe secondary disease patient , I admired the senior with the same surname extremely, and practiced hard at home with two-handed sword every day.

"The order given to us above is weird. Let us arrive at Sartford Farm and stand by on the spot, but I searched the map and couldn't find the place they said." Kusmo sat in the living room of the farm. At his dining table, he was carefully examining the map with a magnifying glass.

"They said on the radio to go southeast, cross the Dover Highway, at the fork of the old ladder road. There is this road on the map, but God knows that there are all small roads in this direction. But there is no street sign at all." Wallace said angrily with a cup of hot soup.

"These English guys are obviously bullying. When we Scots are good bullies. Let me meet the idiot who gave us orders. I want him to know what will happen to fooling the black guards."

"Before you teach that guy, please review yourself. Why didn’t you think of finding a guide there. Now we are trapped in this abandoned farm with no shop in front of the village. I don’t even know the battle diary and How should I write on the report afterwards.” Kusmo put down the magnifying glass, and he turned the **** of the kerosene lamp on the table to brighten the wick.

"Whatever you want to write, I won't interfere with you." Wallace gurgled two mouthfuls of hot soup, put down the soup cup, and leaned on the back of his chair, turning his head and shouting to the corner of the living room. "Have you contacted the Kent County Command? What's wrong with your radio station? I won't let you fool you mess up."

"Don’t talk to me like this, Kevin, the radio is working normally, but it can’t receive the signal from the Kent County Command Post. The communication frequency they give us is now a bunch of contact codes that don’t know what troops are. The password for is different from ours, maybe it is from Royal Navy or Air Force. Now the communication frequency band is too messy, it's just like the London stock exchange, there are people sending reports every minute. Hey? This guy's hand It's so fast."

The communications sergeant squatted in front of the radio and frowned and adjusted the frequency **** on the panel. He tried more than a dozen frequency bands and found that the nearby radio communication channel was very busy, and some frequencies had four different radio stations. The call sign was sent at the same time. This kind of thing is really abnormal. I have never encountered such a situation in the memory of the communications sergeant~ IndoMTL.com~ The communications sergeant has some vague guesses subconsciously, maybe it is now Some big things are happening.

"Don't say it as if you've been to London, do you know what the stock exchange is like?" Wallace pried open a can of fish with a knife, then knocked the can on the table, attracting After paying attention, he threw the can at the head of the communications sergeant.

"I attended a summer camp organized by London during my college summer vacation, you rubbish." The communications sergeant caught the can, only to get the oil leaking from the lid cracked.

"God, Kevin, you are a complete bastard." The communications sergeant hurriedly took off his headphones and took out a handkerchief to wipe the oil stains on the plaid skirt.

"Look, this is a purely technical problem." Wallace happily opened another can of fish. He used a knife to insert a piece of marinated fish and put it in his mouth to chew. (To be continued.) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day