Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 151: Rainy night (below)

"Now we need more firepower." Zeissler looked at Clausen's sketch of the battlefield and compared it with the military map he had brought.

"But the people inside may not be able to insist on the arrival of support. You are our only hope now." Clausen said sincerely to Zeissler. He has nothing to do now, as he said, the armored grenadier company is the only hope for the paratroopers surrounded.

"Understood, we can only do it ourselves. I need your people to cooperate with me." Zeissler put the map on the seat of the bucket cart.

"No problem, Lieutenant Zeissler, my people and I always follow your orders." Clausen did not hesitate to hand over the command. As long as he can rescue his comrades, he doesn't care whether the opponent's rank is the same as himself. same.

"The first thing we have to do now is to contact the comrades inside. Don't you have a radio station?" Zeissler unbuttoned his raincoat and took out a cigarette case from the chest pocket of his uniform.

"We have two radios in our company. One was missing with the communicator, and the other was damaged during the battle. We have not been able to contact the troops inside." Clausen pushed away Zeissler. The cigarette pack that came over indicated that he did not smoke.

"Nikkor, you immediately call the company and ask them to send a 300 model over." Zeissler took off the strap of the walkie-talkie and handed it to NIKKOR.

"We must now carefully formulate a battle plan. We only have one chance, so no mistakes are allowed." Zeissler turned to look at Clausen.

"My people will provide you with all the help you need. As long as we can do it, we will do our best to complete it." Clausen replied affirmatively.

"Very well, Lieutenant Clausen. Now let's talk about what we have learned." Zeissler lit his cigarette and pointed to the mark on the sketch.

"Frank, Nicholas, Taylor, the three of you, follow me." Sergeant Hoffman stood by the side of the ditch and shouted to the three paratroopers squatting at the bottom.

"Yes. Sergeant." The three paratroopers replied in a low voice, and at the same time they quickly turned out of the ditch.

"Now there is an important task in the company. We are going to do a latent raid. The task is very dangerous. If you feel unsure, you can ask to quit, because once we set off. Then we must complete the task." Hoffman Holding the submachine gun in front of his chest, he said solemnly to the three paratroopers.

"No problem, Sergeant." "Always on call, Sergeant." "Give orders, Sergeant." Although the paratroopers were hit hard, their morale was still strong. They were eager to fight the enemy. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

"Very well, now check their respective equipment. Only weapons and ammunition are carried, and the other equipment remains on the ground." Hoffman took the lead and threw his food bag, gas mask barrel and marching bag beside the trench, and then A canvas bag was placed in front of the paratroopers.

"Each person carries two grenades." Hoffman drew 1911 from the holster under his arm and took out the magazine to check the ammunition.

"Take two more "pedicels" and tools. You all know how to use them." Hoffman fastened the chin strap of the helmet and wiped the rain off his face.

"Are you ready? Good, let's go." The four paratroopers bent over. Under the cover of night and rain, along the ridge along the road. Quickly ran towards the distant village.

"They are the best soldiers under my team. They have participated in Norwegian and Belgian operations. They are very experienced and will not have any problems." Clausen stood by the barrel cart and watched the paratroopers going away. After not knowing those figures, he turned his head and said to Zeissler.

"I believe in the abilities of these soldiers, Lieutenant. Then we will all be in position. Act according to the original plan. Looking forward to seeing you again after the battle, Lieutenant." Zeissler hit his boots and raised his hand in a military salute. .

"Me too, Lieutenant, good luck." Clausen solemnly stood at attention and returned the salute.

"See you later, then." Zeissler turned and walked into the rain. Not a few steps out, he stopped suddenly.

"Don't forget, start the action in ten minutes." Zeissler turned and raised his wrist and pointed to the watch.

"Ten minutes." Clausen nodded in understanding.

"Pay attention to the second and third platoons. You are all clear about the plan. Arrange in a commando formation and advance three hundred meters. The paratroopers will show us the target. My request is to use all your weapons to Shoot the target and shoot me everything. The heavy fire company, follow the company and act together." Zeissler stood in his command car and gave a loud order to the radio.

"You have all heard the command of the company commander, all of you act, hurry up. Start the formation!" Sergeant Chief Frank shouted on the radio.

"Have you contacted the command center?" Zeissler asked the reporter, holding on to the outer edge of the carriage.

"The regiment has already reported it. Sanlian is almost four kilometers west of us. They are trying to get closer to us. The problem is that they can't find a suitable way. They may have to make a circle."

"These **** British people, **** British roads." Zeissler shook his head helplessly. "It's too late to wait for them, we have to do it ourselves."

"In addition, I just contacted the paratroopers inside. They said they were ready to cooperate with our actions. They had repelled three large-scale offensives. The losses were not large, but the ammunition was running out. They are trying to find a way to find ammunition from the enemy's body. It can be confirmed that the opponent is the Podhall Brigade, all Poles." The correspondent shrugged his shoulders at the company commander.

"Very well, we were finally able to avenge Captain Katelov, and finally met these **** again. These cowards shot at the wounded as they did when they were in Poland." Zeissler took the headphones. Hung up the neck microphone.

"Listen to everyone. Until I receive my order, it is forbidden to accept the surrender of the other party. The enemy is the Polish army working for their British master. These people stubbornly choose to continue to be the enemy of the German army. We We must let them know the cost of this stupid behavior. They are unwilling to admit failure, then we will completely eliminate them from above."

Fourteen half-track transport vehicles drove off the highway and spread out into two rows. The front row was two platoons of troop carriers, and the back row was heavy fire and company platoons. Motorcycles attached to the company continued to stay on the road, serving as guard and cover for the flanks.

Soon the roar of Maybach engines reverberated in the field, which seemed particularly dull in the heavy rain.

"Attention, the German tank!" The Polish soldiers exclaimed, and they heard the click of the track shoe between the engines.

"Prepare the anti-tank gun, pay attention to the range. Flares. Fire two flares." The platoon leader of the anti-tank gun platoon commanded loudly. He stood in front of the artillery mirror, carefully scanning the field in front of him, trying to find the enemy's trace from behind the dark rain.

"We only have one flare, sir." The squad leader of the mortar squad ran to the window and hurriedly reported to the superior in the room.

"Shoot this **** shell for me now. We must see the enemy's position clearly." The platoon leader pointed to the squad leader's nose angrily. With a muffled sound, a flare was hit over the German position, and the pale light shined through the dense rain curtain to illuminate the German position below.

"It's not a tank. It's an armored vehicle. Four, five, six, seven... At least two platoons, and there are more behind." The face of the platoon leader of the anti-tank platoon changed suddenly.

"Measure the distance, aim at the target in the middle, don't wait for my order, and fire immediately." The platoon commander released the artillery mirror and walked to the window to look at the bright German position in the distance.

"These **** British guys." The Polish ensign took off his four-cornered military cap. This is the only memorial of his service in the Polish army. At that time, he also brought out a set of Polish army uniforms. As a result, they were lost along with the checked luggage when they landed in Portsmouth, leaving only the military hat in the carrying hat box.

This second lieutenant hates the British more than ever. At the same time, he also knew that he would never have a chance to avenge those bastards.

The only heavy weapons that the British Army gave back to Camp Solsky were these two anti-tank guns. However, unlike the Germans’ judgment, these two guns were not British two-pounder guns, but French 1937 Type 47. Millimeter anti-tank gun, also known as the Pito gun by the French.

This is a decent anti-tank weapon. The accuracy is so-so, and the power is enough to deal with German tanks below No. 3. The problem is that the French Army’s thinking has always been different from ordinary people. They actually only developed armor-piercing shells for this artillery, and other semi-armor-piercing shells, grenade, etc. No. Therefore, this type of artillery cannot perform other tasks except for anti-armor.

In the eyes of the British, this kind of thing is a waste. It was used to train the National Self-Defense Force gunners. After two months of tossing, the rifling has been worn out, so it was so generously returned to the Poles. .

Although Camp Solsky received the artillery, it lost the source of the ammunition. Of course, the British would not collect this French-made ammunition specifically for them. The original inventory was taken to train the National Self-Defense Forces. It was exhausted, and in the end there were only poor eight rounds of ammunition for each artillery piece, which Solsky had collected from the corner of the munitions warehouse by begging grandpa to tell grandma.

Now the two guns have destroyed five shells each. This kind of gun was originally not suitable for attacking the targets, but in order to suppress the German machine gun firepower and mortars, the ducks had to be put on the shelves and the precious shells were used for nothing. Consume on this kind of boring confrontation.

The artillery of the Solsky Battalion is all under his command. Who would have thought that an infantry battalion would have only four mortars allotted, and they were all sixty-millimeter French-made Brands. The performance of the French goods is not bad, and the range has reached more than one kilometer. The problem is also that the source of ammunition has been cut off. In the previous battle, all the anti-personnel bombs have been fired, and now only some smoke and flares are left. Oh, the flares have been lit up just now.

What made the Polish artillery platoon leader angry was that the British simply did not agree to replace these equipment with imperial weapons. The reason given was that the Polish people were already familiar with the operation of these equipment, and the replacement of British products required retraining, which would reduce the troops. They don’t want to think about the combat effectiveness of a unit without ammunition, but perhaps this is what the British want to see.

"It's just some armored vehicles. Our guns can take care of them." The gunners shouted the commands loudly in the rain, the aiming hand carefully turned the fine-tuning dial, and the muzzle slowly pointed at the German armored vehicle under the flares.

"Seventy-hundred and thirty meters!" The rangefinder finally checked the distance before the flares went out. He had done all his efforts under this weak light.

"Fire!" An anti-tank gun fired first, dragging a bright tracer armor-piercing projectile across the field, and then plunged into the damp soil. The mud splashed in all directions along with broken grass and broken leaves, except in Germany. A layer of crushed soil and sludge was pasted on the body of the armored vehicle without causing any damage.

"Three meters away, this **** rain." The gunner cursed loudly about the bad weather, and the loader pulled out the ammunition from the wooden box on the side to start the next round of loading.

The Polish anti-tank shelling was like pressing a switch. The machine guns and rifles on the paratroopers' positions suddenly started shooting at the Polish-occupied buildings at the same time. The Germans did not care about the consumption of ammunition, and the green tracer was like It rained on the Poles.

Immediately, all the German armored vehicles started firing at the Polish positions with the mg34 machine gun in front of the front. The paratrooper's tracer shells pointed out the target location for them, and the machine gunners began to use long bursts and bursts to shoot at the target for suppression.

Two anti-tank guns became the primary target. One of them was surrounded by a dense rain of bullets before it could fire. The gunner and sight screamed and shrank behind the shield without daring to move. There were two gunners and ammunition soldiers lying on it, one chest was torn, the other was blown off the whole face, dense raindrops poured on the **** corpse, blood mixed with rainwater along the trenches on the ground toward the street Flowing.

"Fire, fire! Destroy the German armored vehicles!" After the artillery platoon commander hid in the bunker inside the house, he loudly gave orders to the gun positions set up next to the house.

"God~ IndoMTL.com~ Who will help me, medic!" The only answer to him was the screaming cry of his subordinates.

Suddenly, without knowing what happened, the German shooting stopped abruptly, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Except for the still dense rain, only the sharp screams of wounded Polish soldiers were left.

"Fire! Fire now!" The platoon leader poked his head from behind the bunker built up with desks and furniture, and continued to shout out the window. At this moment, there was a sudden intensive gunfire outside the window, and the platoon leader quickly retracted behind the bunker.

The next second, the door behind him was kicked open from the outside, and then a dark object was thrown into the house. The Polish second lieutenant looked at the sneerful thing suspiciously, and by the time he reacted, it was too late.

With a deafening roar, the battered corpse of the artillery platoon leader fell to the floor, and a torn four-cornered military cap fell beside him, the blood slowly flowing, soaking the tan Brim of the hat. (To be continued...)

ps: There is something at home, the update time will be irregular in the past few days, and the number of words cannot be guaranteed, but I will try my best to update, hope you can understand.

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