Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 128: Street fighting (part 2)
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The firepower of this British barricade is not very strong. The key is that it is very strong. With the existing firepower of the German infantry, it is difficult to cause fatal damage to it. (Baidu search is the fastest and most stable update of the literature network). T. In the past, when encountering such difficult bones, the German infantry would require anti-tank guns or medium-sized mortars to support, but now it is difficult to quench the thirst of the near water, Germany is mechanized The infantry platoon must find a way to overcome it.
The firepower possessed by the Germans can theoretically suppress this British stronghold, but the problem is that the streets are narrow, the British blocked the intersections, and the machine gun crew has no room for deployment. And there are signs that the opponent has one or two snipers, or maybe just precision gunners, but within this fighting distance of less than seventy meters, what is the difference between the two? Both can be killed by one shot.
"Let the guard's machine gun team come up and leave a few people to watch the street corner." The sergeant replaced the MP40 with a new magazine, and inserted the empty magazine upside down into the leather magazine bag on his chest. , The value of these magazines is not low, and the number of spare magazines issued by each submachine gun is limited, which is not a consumption.
The guard's machine gun team ran over quickly, and the machine gunner knelt down beside the Sergeant Major with his MG machine gun.
"How is the situation with Haynes." The machine gunner reached out and touched the wounded man's forehead.
"If it can be sent to the field hospital for rescue in time, I should be able to survive." The medical soldier was holding a roll of gauze and was bandaging the palm of another soldier. It was just a normal bullet bruise. Clean the wound and sprinkle some sulfa. Just pack the powder.
"Nicholas, can you take your people up there, can you do it?" Nishizawa pointed to the building with his back thumbs up.
"No problem, there should be a back door. We have to climb over this wall." The machine gunner looked up at the building. It was a very ordinary British double-storey building, a formal residence. The first floor was not opened. The shop should have a small backyard, but there is no yard door from here. Relying on the Germans, this side is full of thick red brick walls, half of the wall is painted with white paint for a grocery store advertisement. The building’s door should be on the corner, which is just within the British fire. No need to think about breaking through from there.
The machine gunner walked to the backyard and handed the machine gun to the deputy shooter.
"Who will take the hand." The machine gunner stretched his body, twisting his waist from side to side.
"Do you want to turn over?" An infantryman stepped forward and stood facing the wall. Bend down and supported the wall.
"Hold on." Nicholas stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's harness and climbed onto the infantry's back.
"Hurry up. You are really heavy." The infantryman said with a smile below.
"I'll be ready soon." Nicholas leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the wall hard. He fumbled left and right. The British didn't seem to place any mess on the wall. The machine gunner turned his arms hard, and the soldier underneath began to straighten his waist. After the army boots stomped on the wall, the machine gunner turned over and sat on the wall.
"I saw the back door, give me the machine gun." Nicholas leaned down, and the deputy shooter tiptoed and handed the machine gun into his hand. Then he grabbed the machine gunner's boots and climbed up the wall under the push of the infantry. The third shooter handed a spare drum and a spare barrel box to the shooter, hung the drum rack with the other two spare drums on the waist belt, pushed it down and pulled it a few times. Also climbed up that wall.
"Take me, maybe I can help a little bit." The infantryman helping over the wall handed his 98K rifle upwards.
After obtaining the approval of the platoon leader, the machine gun team extended a hand to him, but the infantryman did not hold his companion's arm. Instead, he retreated two steps, then dashed towards the wall, and after kicking two feet on the wall with the help of inertia, he immediately climbed up the wall.
"Good skill, I remember you just came last week. My name is Nicholas." The machine gunner stretched out his hand to the opponent with admiration.
"Morris, from Merlin." The infantry shook hands with the machine gunner.
"Paul." The deputy archer leaned forward to shake hands with his new partner.
"Hans." The second shooter was out of reach due to location issues. So he smiled and raised his hand to greet each other.
"Merlin? In Hesse?" Nicholas handed the rifle back to Morris.
"No, Bavaria."
"Nicholas, find a good position after going up, we are here waiting for your signal." Nishizawa raised his head and shouted at the machine gunner.
"What signal should I send?"
"Your gunshot is the signal, don't let any British guy run away."
"Well, I see. Okay, comrades, let's get started. Be careful, there may be people in the house." The machine gunner nodded at the platoon leader under the wall, then turned over and jumped off the wall.
"Well, now everyone is ready. When Nicholas' machine gun fires, we will start the assault. Now we have gathered the grenades, and who is still carrying the strapping..." Nishizawa gathered around. The soldiers began to arrange preparations for the attack.
"Platoon commander, I heard the sound of the engine, perhaps reinforcements have arrived." An infantryman ran over to report to the Sergeant Major.
"They finally came. Although it was a bit late, they couldn't be better." The sergeant stood up. At this moment, he also heard the roar of the engine and the sharp sound of the friction of the track shoes not far away.
Soon a Vickers transporter turned out from the street junction on the north side. The entire body was painted in German gray. The side and front of the body were painted with huge German black and white cross emblems, showing This British-made tracked vehicle now belongs to the German team as a captured equipment.
The transporter was not traveling fast, because it was also followed by two squads of German infantry. Excluding the casualties, the infantry platoon of Nishizawa finally gathered here. Because he was originally a member of the unit, it was not a reinforcement, but the overall strength did increase, giving Nishizawa more confidence to break the current predicament.
Along with the infantry squad arrived two Vickers tracked vehicles, carrying ammunition supplies and special equipment left in the camp that the German infantry currently needs most, as well as four infantry with the vehicle to join In a sense, Nishizawa's infantry platoon was once again full.
"Nicholas may open fire at any time, and now there is no time to make adjustments." The sergeant chief called five squad leaders for an emergency meeting.
"You should have understood the specific situation during the call, and I don’t have time to explain it in detail. Now distribute the equipment so that everyone can be prepared. When Nicholas’ machine gun fires, I will start the assault immediately. I don’t want to watch it. When any Englishman escapes, they must pay for what they did. The blood of the German soldiers cannot be shed in vain. That's it, now disbanded." The sergeant stood up and saluted the squad leaders who stood upright and saluted. , And then walked to the tracked vehicle beside the road.
The infantrymen are unloading the ammunition and supplies from the carriage, and the medics are organizing two infantrymen to form a folding stretcher, and then transfer the seriously injured soldiers to the stretcher.
"Although I know you really want to go with you, I need you more now. When you go to the field hospital, someone will take care of him." The sergeant bowed his head to the medical nurse who was fixing the wounded with the belt attached to the stretcher. Bing said.
"I know, the platoon leader. I have filled out the injury form, and the doctor will make the correct judgment and deal with it." Fill in the specific injury, the doctor will make a preliminary diagnosis according to the above description, so the success of the rescue of the wounded is directly related to the professional level of the medical soldiers.
"Be careful on the road, go back quickly, and bring what I need." The two soldiers carried the stretcher onto the tracked car and buckled the stretcher's special lock. Cizel stepped forward and patted the driver on the shoulder, and handed a cigarette to him.
"Don't worry, Sergeant Major, your people will be delivered safely. See you later." The driver put the cigarette in his chest pocket, and he smiled and nodded at Nishizawa. He stepped on the accelerator. The small crawler car turned around and drove out of the city along the road when it came.
"Everyone is ready now, waiting for the signal." The Sergeant Major put the belt of the submachine gun on his shoulder, checked his equipment again, and jumped on the spot a few times, after feeling no burden. Turned around and walked to the end of the street, squatting down at the shooting position.
A dozen infantrymen crouched behind him with rifles and stood by. At the platoon leader's signal, the soldiers drew the bayonet from the sheath at the waist and fixed it to the 98K bayonet seat. Due to the timely delivery of support, the originally prepared cluster grenade is no longer needed. The tied ropes were cut, and grenades were redistributed to the infantry. The infantry unscrewed the back cover of the grenade. Drag the hairline out of the wooden handle, and then insert the grenade into the belt or the boot barrel of the marching boots. These are experienced veterans who know what to do to better exert their combat effectiveness.
The German soldiers stood in battle, holding their breath and waiting for the signal of the assault. Suddenly, the crisp burst of MG34 machine guns sounded overhead, and the time everyone was waiting for arrived.
"Quick, quick! Charge." Nishizawa first jumped out of the street corner. He first shot a shot at the barricade seventy meters away with a submachine gun, and then waved his arm to give an assault command to his subordinates.
"Come on, kill those British guys!" The infantry rushed out of the side street quickly, and they charged toward the British barricade with their bayonets and roaring.
The infantry platoon leader rushed in front of everyone. His tactics worked. The British were a little overwhelmed by the blow from above. When the German infantry started the assault, no one responded and launched a counterattack.
The British machine gunner recovered from the shock. He held the handle of the Vickers machine gun and turned the muzzle to the German infantry who was leaping towards him, just as he grinned and was about to press the firing button. In the corner of his eye, I saw a firelight shining near the wall, and then a dark thing dragged a long cigarette tail and flew toward him.
"What is this?" The British machine gunner was stunned, and his iron fist hit the steel plate under the perforation. After a not huge explosion, the machine gunner was beaten into two by the hot metal jet. The explosive airflow and shock wave overturned the Vickers gun frame, and the thick water pipe sheath was raised with the gun body. , Directly hit the face of the deputy shooter.
"Quick, quick! Assault!" The German infantry platoon leader roared loudly and ran towards the British barricade. He shot the bullet in the submachine gun in one breath, and then threw the hot weapon onto his back. He drew the pistol from the holster around his waist and fired continuously at the target.
At this time, the Germans had narrowed the distance to 30 meters. They were rushing on the empty streets without any cover around. At this time, as long as the British attacked, the Germans would have suffered heavy losses. But what puzzled the Germans was that the British seemed to have given up resistance. Both the two sharpshooters and the frenzied riflemen in front seemed to have disappeared.
The German machine gun team on the corner of the street returned to the initial firing position, and they began to block the British perforation with precise bursts. Nicholas's machine gun crew squatted on the roof of a building on the side of the barricade. He set up his shooting position beside a huge chimney, and the MG34 machine gun was condescending to spill bullets at the British barricade.
From his perspective, the barricade is much larger than seen from the front. He constantly shifts the shooting target, blocking all possible exits. Just now there was an Englishman who appeared to be an officer who was about to escape from the barricade. He was killed by a machine gunner less than two steps away. No one in this distance can get under the nose of an experienced machine gunner. Escape, irrespective of the order of the platoon leader, just to protect his personal honor, he would not allow any British to escape from his hands.
"Pull a bullet!" Nishizawa had already emptied the bullets in the pistol. He inserted the pistol back into the holster and pulled a grenade from his waist. The master sergeant pulled the ignition cord decisively, and after secretly counting for two seconds, he threw the smokey danger to the target ahead.
The infantrymen followed the platoon leader and threw grenades one after another. The grenades rained down around the barricade and on the steel roof, bursting out a cloud of smoke, and rubble and various debris were blown into the sky by the storm. . But it is clear that these weapons did not cause any damage to the barricade.
"This thing is really too hard." The chief sergeant gritted his teeth and continued to charge forward. He dragged the submachine gun from behind and pulled out a magazine from the magazine bag on his chest.
"Fletcher! It's up to you!" The platoon leader issued an order to the second squad leader who had been following him.
"Yes, pay attention to cover me." The tall German corporal quickly approached the barricade. When the distance was still seven or eight meters, he stopped. He stood firmly on his heels, with one leg bowed and the other behind. He kicked, and then pulled the trigger of the portable flamethrower in his hand.
A billowing fire dragon drew across the air, and accurately poured into the barricade from the black hole. The battlefield suddenly reverberated with a horrible howling that hardly looked like a human being. Flames sprayed out from every gap in this barricade, and black smoke rose into the sky like a monster. Fortunately for the German soldiers, the horrible screams did not last long, and everything soon fell silent.
The German soldiers stopped and stared blankly at the corporal squad leader who still kept shooting, with a fanatical and contented face. Although they have all practiced using this weapon, this is the first time they have seen it in actual combat. To its true power.
The Germans no longer need to check the scene~IndoMTL.com~The steel barricade is now burning like an oven, and no one can survive in that hell.
Cizel gathered the troops again. The battle ended so quickly, which surprised him a bit. Now he is full of confidence in completing the clearance work. These special equipment are indeed sharp weapons for street fighting, as long as they have enough of these With weapons, Germany must be able to quickly defeat the British resistance and completely occupy this port city.
The machine gun crew on the roof was recalled, and the Nishizawa infantry regrouped on the side of the barricade.
"Unfortunately, I don't know the identity of these resisters from beginning to end, and who the two sharpshooters are." Maybe these questions will never be answered, but the sergeant major plans to specifically mention them in his report. For a stroke, this may be the only trace they left in the world. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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