Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 11: The Gate of Hell
"General, all are ready." Mueller reported to Xu Jun, holding a flare gun in his hand.
Xu Jun had already briefly talked about his plan to Mueller, but he didn't expect this guy to accept it all without even mentioning a question. It seems that he is blindly full of confidence in Xu Jun now, really a simple fellow.
"Well, let the British have a taste of what we are. I want the British commander on the opposite side to experience an unforgettable battle." Xu Jun said with a smile. "I hope he participated in a great war."
"Haha, it seems that the British are determined to eat us. It looks like they have sent a team. I look forward to seeing them flee." Mueller said excitedly.
Xu Jun picked up the binoculars and looked forward. The British soldiers marched slowly in a skirmish formation. I finally know why the "Matilda" is called an infantry tank. It is indeed as slow as those infantry. When those soldiers took the effective range of their guns. With a rush of whistle from the leading officer, the British soldiers began to roar and run quickly with guns in their hands. "Matilda" also started shooting short stops. But because of this, the tank began to slowly fall behind the infantry. The infantry did not care about the backward tanks, and rushed forward desperately. It seems that the performance of the tank unit in the last offensive has caused the British infantry officers to lose their confidence in them. The sense of honor of the British Army prompted them to not stop the soldiers from being out of touch with the tanks. They just yelled for the soldiers to maintain the charge team. shape. As a result, it became a strange formation with infantry in front and tanks behind, quickly pressing on the German position.
"What kind of coordinated step-tank tactic is this?" Xu Jun shook his head as he looked.
"I really don't know what the British War Department thinks, they are dressed like a target here." Muller said to Xu Jun while smiling.
Xu Jun looked at the British soldiers in khaki uniforms running conspicuously across the green fields of France, and answered with a smile. "Then I hope our soldiers can have a good target. I can understand the stupidity of the generals of the British War Department, haha."
Watching the British soldiers get closer, the German officers yelled in the trenches. "Calm! Calm! Waiting for the order, no shots are allowed. Put them in a little more." The officers yelled excitedly and restrained the soldiers while frequently looking in Xu Jun's direction.
Xu Jun felt that he was trembling with nervousness, the critical moment was approaching, and he wondered whether his tactics would succeed. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.
"General!" Mueller urged Xu Jun. "They are almost 100 meters away."
Xu Jun looked at the increasingly clear young faces of the British infantry on the opposite side, gritted his teeth, and drew out the Gru P08 pistol that was coming to Mueller.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
orders began to pass on the ground.
British Army Senior Soldier Wells ran desperately towards the German position holding his "Lee Enfield" rifle. He tried his best to make himself roar like a veteran, with bubbles in his mouth. Carrying a heavy backpack, the equipment all over his body jingled loudly. The leggings seemed to be tightened, and now the calf hurts, and the strap of the helmet seems to be too loose. Now the helmet has been skewed.
Wells can't take care of that much anymore. He wants to make a great contribution in this battle, just like his grandfather did in Asia. Hearing my father said that when my grandfather came back from Asia with medals on his chest, the whole town cheered for him. He also brought back a few exquisite porcelains and paintings painted on a very soft paper, which he heard belonged to Asian emperors. Grandfather exchanged those things for a small farm, and all the neighbors were envious of them. At that time, I made up my mind to become a hero like my grandfather.
Wells ran desperately, staring at the **** German positions opposite. I wondered how the other party hasn't moved yet. Does the other party want to surrender? Then why don't you hang up those German white shorts?
Some veterans don’t think so. The more they run away, the more chill they get. Although they don’t know what will happen later, the situation is really weird now. It doesn't look good. The veterans took out their housekeeping skills, secretly slowed down without being discovered by the officers, and hid behind the team.
Wells rushed to the front with excitement. He could already see the faces of the Germans clearly, and then he felt something was wrong. The Germans did not appear to surrender. Instead, he stared at him motionlessly with a gun in his eyes, with fierce light in his eyes. Then Wells heard a command sound from the German position, short and powerful. Wells finally knew what would happen, and he cried out in fear. Then with the sudden burst of gunfire, the superior soldier Wells saw the whole hell~IndoMTL.com~The German soldiers enthusiastically fired at the British infantry, ignoring the constant explosion of tank shells around them and the chaos everywhere. Threat of channeling machine gun bullets.
The crazy and miserable roar of MG34, the crisp and loud scream of 98K, the rapid and brisk singing of MP38, and the dull and hesitant sigh of FLAG/38/20 formed a magnificent death movement.
100 meters away is a scene of hell. The British soldiers in the first row were torn to pieces when the Germans started shooting. The soldiers behind fell in pieces like wheat in a wheat field, or held them The wound screamed and struggled on the ground.
All this makes people feel as if they are back in 1918. The only difference is that Germans were performing in this clearing.
The impact of the British infantry was stopped in an instant. The recruits ran around in the crazy German barrage, and the veterans fell to the ground with their heads in their arms. The German M24 long-handled grenade continued to explode in the crowd, while the British found that their M36 grenade could not be thrown into the German trenches. No one could throw this 510-gram oval grenade that far, and If any British soldier dared to stand up and throw a grenade, then he should be prepared to lie down full of holes.
The Matilda II tank in the first row finally caught up with the infantry, but the formation of the infantry was completely disrupted. They were surrounded by their own infantry who were looking for cover everywhere. They could only use machine guns and artillery to vent their anger, but couldn't move a step.