Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 108: Scotsman (Part 2)

The shining incandescent lights on the ground shone on the dense smoke, as if spreading a snow-white blanket of light on the town, looking down from the top, the British bomber was as conspicuous as a fly on a white sheet . m.. Lewen Mobile Network

German fighter jets effortlessly selected their respective targets, and dived down from a high altitude. The British bomber’s machine gun shooters only returned two or three rounds, and the muzzle of their machine guns flashed into their eyes. There is only a cloud of light and shadow, and nothing else can be seen, only blindly shooting at the night sky.

The German pilots easily put these helpless targets into the shooting halo, the fire whip passed by, and the British bomber jetted flames, tumbled and fell like a swarm of flies.

Some lucky guys hurriedly jumped out of the plane, but more people did not get a chance to escape. The pilots could only scream at the radio. Whether it's the ugly Hampton or the sturdy Wellington, they all turn into plumes of smoke dissipated in the wind, or fall to the ground and turn into a hot ball of fire, or fall into the sea to stir up a jet of water.

"Catch alive, catch alive!" Wallace ran shortly in front of the team excitedly. He carried the sword in his hand on his shoulders, and loudly cheered his men.

"After waiting tonight, the guys in the camp will envy us to death. They will say, you are really a lucky group of guys. You caught the German prisoners the first time you went to the battlefield. Maybe it will be. I will give you medals. Of course, my medal must be larger than yours. Why? Because I am your commander. Maybe I will be promoted to one rank. Maybe by the end of the year you will call me company commander."

"A guy over there is about to land. Everyone pays attention. Remember those bastards, there are bushes everywhere, don't let them hide." Kusmo carried a Tom The Sun submachine gun ran at the front of the right wing of the team.

"Hey, look, our fighters finally appeared. I thought they all only dared to hide behind the anti-aircraft guns in London." A soldier said with a smile. The Royal Air Force fighter force has become synonymous with cowards. But this can only be done in private. Anyone who publicly promotes similar remarks in the military will be immediately sent to a military court, so the soldier was immediately reprimanded by Kusmo.

"Don't talk nonsense here, they played well, and if you let me hear this kind of weird thing from you, you will go to the cooking class to chop the potatoes for a week, let alone I didn't remind you."

"I see, Sergeant Major. I just want to enliven the atmosphere. I promise I won't do it again in the future." The soldier also knew that he was a little bit nonchalant, and quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Look, there is a troop over there catching parachuting pilots." An advanced soldier pointed his rifle forward, under the shining sky. In the distant wasteland, it was light and dark, and you could vaguely see a group of dark shadows, like Wallace's side, lined up in a sparse formation of skirmishers, outflanked a pilot who had landed.

"Hey? It was shot!" Kusmo looked at the dark shadows in the distance suspiciously, and suddenly saw a few flashes of fire, and then there was a crisp gunshot. The pilot was obviously not ready to catch it, he fought fiercely with the captured infantry.

The pilot opened fire frequently with his pistol in the surrounding area. While struggling to rush towards the woods on one side. But he couldn't run far. The infantrymen fired at him once, and the pilot fell down. Several infantrymen surrounded him and looked at the pilot who fell to the ground. Then two infantrymen helped him up. On his shoulders, he began to turn and retreat towards the back.

"It seems that it is Saint Margaret's garrison. They have also come out to capture the prisoners." Wallace urged his men loudly.

"Speed ​​up, don't let those people finish capturing the prisoners. Although these are the results of their battles, since we are on the scene, of course we should also get a share." The Scots are about to start unreasonable, after all, military merits. It's rare, and absolutely no room for concessions.

"Hey, a guy over there has landed." A soldier shouted. Just less than ten meters away from Wallace and the others, a parachute floated down, and the pilot was a little embarrassed when he landed. He rolled on the ground twice before finally stabilizing his posture.

The pilot seemed to have no scruples about the infantry who was running towards him. He stood up and pulled the parachute behind him vigorously.

"Don't move! German, raise your hand!" Wallace shouted to the pilot.

"Don't stand stupid, don't come and help." The pilot rolled his head and looked at the Scottish infantry in a half circle with their rifles, and he complained loudly.

"Damn it! Are you British?" Kusmo heard the accent of the other person at once, and then took a closer look at the light. Isn't that uniform and dress a Royal Air Force?

"You are a fighter pilot. You did a good job. You have taken down so many German bombers." At Kusmo's signal, several soldiers approached to help the pilot pack the parachutes.

"Are you all fools? Those fighters are all Germans. The Germans have already landed on that beach. My squadron is here to bomb these Germans. Why don't you know, right? Which unit is it and why are you here? Didn’t you meet the Germans?” The pilot was a little surprised by the presence of British ground troops here. Before take-off, he was told that there was no British in the surrounding area, except for the Dover area. Ground forces. The pilot became alert, his hand slowly moved towards the pistol holster around his waist.

"We are from the Royal Highlands Regiment. We were ordered to go to Sartford Farm. We got lost here. We just took a rest at the farm over there and just saw the battle here. Wait a minute, you say The German has landed, and there is a German under the light?" Wallace finally reacted, and he was shocked by the news that the other party had told him.

"You are stationed less than a mile from the German beachhead. I really don't know what to say about it." The pilot was also surprised by this fact. This fact was so strange that he didn't know how to react for a while.

"Not good. Since there are all Germans on the ground, those in front are also..." Kusmo suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the infantry group that was still pursuing parachutists in the distance. .

"I suggest to retreat immediately. There are more of them than you. The army will encircle here until dawn, so we don't need to confront them head-on." The pilot threw away the flight headset. Take off the life jacket. The rank of captain on the uniform was revealed.

"I am Captain Riddick of the 46th Bomber Squadron. I am very happy to meet you here. I will testify for you. You bravely rescued me from the German hunt."

"Wallace, the platoon leader of the first battalion, second company and second platoon of the Scottish Highland regiment, I am glad to meet your captain." Wallace drew his chopping sword from the soil around him.

"I'm very sorry, it seems that it is too late for us to retreat. The Germans have already come." Wallace pulled out his pistol and pulled the hammer away.

"Captain, I suggest you fight for your own lives with us now, and another force has come up from the flanks. We only have to break through the frontal enemies, and we can only succeed if we defeat one of them. Hope of retreat."

"Oh, God. I knew you Scots would go crazy on the battlefield." Captain Redick reluctantly drew his Browning pistol from the holster.

"You haven't seen a really crazy Scot." Kusmo walked to the pilot, took a grenade from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Well, gentlemen, I am very happy to be able to serve with you. This is our first battle, and perhaps our last battle. Let us move forward bravely. Let the Germans look at the Scottish men Be spirited! Scotsman, go forward!" Wallace raised his sword high, and then roared towards the German infantry who was approaching slowly.

"Haha!" The infantry raised their bayonets and followed their platoon leader to charge towards the enemy.

A German paratrooper unit was approaching. When they captured the first pilot, they had already noticed the Scottish infantry platoon here. When Wallace and Redick took over, they attracted the attention of these paratroopers, because the exchanges between the two sides were very harmonious, and there was no conflict at all. The peaceful scene made the paratroopers very frustrated. Why did they tear and bite when they got here, and took out their pistols and shot them randomly. Could it be that this is really related to personal qualities as the female flying wing captain said?

The paratrooper company commander decided to step forward to find out. In fact, they were not sure whether the opposite group was a friend or an enemy, so according to the battlefield order, a paratrooper platoon was set up to outflank the opponent from the flanks, and the command platoon began to approach from the front. , The remaining platoon continued to search for enemy parachuting personnel.

The air flares and explosive flashes illuminated the ground flickering and dimming, which seriously interfered with the recognition of objects in the field of vision. The German paratroopers vaguely saw that the opponent should be wearing a skirt, so the paratroopers began to ponder the landing troops. Are there any established female soldiers here?

Before the paratroopers came up with an ugly man, the group of guys in skirts roared and rushed toward them, and found that the opponent was a man, and the paratroopers were frightened.

I met a brawny man who screamed in the black wilderness and rushed towards you with a rifle. At best, it can only be regarded as a normal action movie. If the brawny man is still wearing a skirt, this The picture is directly turned into a horror thriller, OK?

"Scottish infantry! They are British! Attack! Attack!" There is no shortage of knowledgeable guys in the paratroopers, such as the paratrooper company commander in the first row. He is now being killed for himself. Frightened two steps backwards and felt ashamed, ashamed into anger, the paratrooper lieutenant roared and greeted the Scottish infantry with a pistol.

Because the Scots rushed too fast, the paratroopers were also caught off guard at the time. As a result, the Scottish infantry rushed into the paratroopers' formation. The two sides immediately fought together. The soldiers of both sides held their weapons flat and were separated by a car. Shooting at each other within a few seconds caused terrible casualties. More than a dozen German paratroopers were stabbed and groaned by the Scotsman and turned to the ground. A similar number of soldiers on the Scots side were hit by German submachine guns and rifles and lost their combat ability.

Before the Scottish machine gunner could fire two bullets in the future, he was shot to the head by a German infantryman. The men and horses of both sides were stranded in one place. The German machine gunner retreated to the rear in the first place. At this time, no one dared to throw grenades and grenades into the crowd. The scene became a world of light weapons and cold weapons.

In contrast, the number of Germans has the absolute upper hand. This one-for-one war of attrition is actually very detrimental to the Scots. After the first round of fighting, both sides have no time to reload. The battle immediately Entered the **** hand-to-hand combat stage.

Wallace waved his family slasher with one hand, while the other hand quickly shot the six bullets in the pistol at the German paratrooper. Then, regardless of whether he hit it or not, he inserted the pistol back into the holster, raised the sword with both hands, and slashed at a paratrooper.

The paratrooper was frightened. What kind of situation is this? When did the British start distributing such ferocious cold weapons. Looking at the mp40 submachine gun in his hand, the paratrooper really wanted to cry without tears, and could only bite the bullet and raise the submachine gun to resist the opponent's hacking.

A clear metal impact sounded, and the sword cut on the German submachine gun casing bounced high. The steel blade left an indelible mark on the submachine gun. The heavy slash made the German paratroopers lost. Balanced, he could only kneel on one leg. Seeing that the tall enemy raised his sword again, the second slash was about to fall. The paratrooper began to pray in his heart. He knew he might not be able to catch it. Attacked.

At this time, the paratrooper felt a huge force hit his shoulder, and he had lost his balance and rolled out to a somersault to the side. At this time Wallace had already charged his power to the apex. The long Scottish sword slashed down like a mighty thunder, and a louder metal crash sounded ~ IndoMTL.com~ The sword slashed again and struck it. After a beautiful half arc, he pointed straight at the night sky.

Wallace felt the tremendous power coming from his arm, he couldn't help taking a step back, holding the sword with both hands flat on his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed at the new opponent.

"Lieutenant Wolf von Clausen of the Luftwaffe, Hessian." The paratrooper lieutenant spread his legs, raised a hand and a half sword in his hand, then lowered it to his chest and raised the sword. Blade, gave Wallace a swordsman's salute.

"Kevin Wallace, Second Lieutenant of the British Army, Scot." Wallace retracted the sword, and also returned a swordsman gift.

The two sides have forgotten the ongoing battle around, only the opponent in front of them. At this time, the Scottish infantry had been killed or wounded. A part of the German paratroopers began to clean up the battlefield to rescue the wounded and capture the prisoners. The rest of the paratroopers carried their weapons and formed a circle around the two fighters. Everyone held their breath and watched. A sacred duel.

With two violent roars, the two long swords collided again. (To be continued. (.)) () "The Battle of Resurrection in the Third Reich" only represents the author's Fengrui point of view. If it is found that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only dedicated To provide a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!