Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 35: Air raid
"Boom..." A violent explosion sounded, awakening Sergeant Henderson who was sleeping behind the dunes.
"What's the matter?" Henderson rubbed his face, stood up and looked at the beach from behind the dunes.
The explosive air blows a hole in the dense fog. I saw a cloud of black smoke slowly rising on the sandy beach densely covered with German bombs, and three soldiers were flesh and blood around the small crater. Lying there vaguely. Henderson heard their faint moans.
"Damn, why are they still sending bombs."
Henderson hurriedly kicked the companion around him.
"Get up, someone is hurt, help me. Get up quickly, don't sleep, **** it."
His men scrambled up amidst his roar, and followed Henderson up the sand dunes.
"There, sergeant." A soldier asked, and the fog had enveloped everything on the beach again, and now there was nothing to be seen in the white space.
"In that direction, about two hundred feet. Come with me, watch your steps." Henderson ran down the dunes. His soldiers hurriedly followed behind and ran towards the beach.
"We can't see the surroundings now. It's dangerous, Sergeant." A soldier called.
"Yes, yesterday you also saw the end of the group of brothers. To save a few engineers, a platoon lay there."
"Yeah, didn’t the above order that no one except the engineers should enter the beach? Now our division is all standing behind the dunes. Should we report to the company commander before we run out?"
"It's too late, they are still alive, but if you don't drag them back quickly, they will die. I can't just watch those people die in front of me." Henderson walked fast on the beach Running, his eyes watched the ground around him vigilantly.
These **** Germans! Henderson cursed secretly in his heart, it was simply a nightmare, a **** nightmare. And all this started yesterday afternoon.
The weather in the morning on the 28th was very bad. It was foggy as it is now. In the afternoon, although the fog had cleared, the weather did not clear up. The gray sky made people feel very depressed.
Sergeant Henderson was on duty in the harbor with his squad. In fact, their task was to clear the obstacles that were left by the Luftwaffe bombing the harbor two days ago. The port is now completely unrecognizable. The Germans bombed it into rubble three days ago, and they often bombed it once or twice in the past two days.
Yesterday afternoon they blew up the last dry dock here. Henderson is very strange, what did the Germans do when they bombed the dock? Do they think we can go back to England on the dock? I really can't understand the German thoughts. Originally, the pier here was eight kilometers long and could dock any large ship, but now, the concrete embankment has been blown down and the berths have been completely destroyed. The only place where the boat can stop is the simple trestle bridge at the other end of the port.
This French trestle built with wooden pilings can only allow eight people to walk on it side by side. It is quite long, more than a thousand meters in length. It's really strange how the Germans let it go, maybe they think this kind of thing is useless. Henderson had no hope for the pile of wood, but now he knew that he wanted to leave here now that he only had to walk the bridge.
Henderson heard the rumor that the War Department would withdraw the Expeditionary Force to the UK two days ago, and a series of orders issued by the Expeditionary Force in the past two days confirmed the authenticity of this rumor. In fact, when the four divisions were surrounded, Henderson knew that the war would not go on anyway, and retreat was the only way. But General Gott stayed in Arras for a day before starting to withdraw to Dunkirk. As a result, he was trapped in this port by the Germans.
I heard that the British mainland is trying to rescue the expeditionary force back to the UK. Henderson prayed that the adults would come up with a solution. Now Henderson's food has been reduced to a quarter of the usual. If they still don't want a way to save themselves, Henderson may start to consider how to divide a bean into three meals.
"Sergeant, help us." A soldier called, and he was working hard with the other soldiers to push a chimney across the road to one side.
"Okay, let's work hard together." Henderson ran over quickly, pushing his shoulder against the huge wreck.
"One, two, three, work hard!"
As the soldiers worked hard together, the chimney was finally pushed slowly to the side of the road.
"Haha, it's really heavy."
Henderson wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and took a sip from the water bottle.
"Yes, I didn't expect the German heavy artillery to blow it so far." A soldier patted the chimney and said.
"Yes." Henderson nodded, then looked back at the tall ship mast rising above the water.
Which ship is this chimney on? Henderson is not sure. When the three small freighters arrived at the port last night, the entire port area was a sensation. Everyone thought that it was finally rescued. The great British Royal Navy had opened up the channel to supply the expeditionary force from the sea. As long as they had enough supplies, they were confident that the battle would continue.
At that time, the three boats were arranged on the only berth of more than 100 meters that was still available on the dock. The excited soldiers unloaded the cargo on the ship within an hour. As it was already dark, the three freighters were going to return early the next morning. That night, General Gott arranged a group of seriously wounded people on board and asked them to withdraw to Britain first.
But no one thought that the sound of airplanes rang over the harbour just after dawn today, followed by the bombardment of German long-range artillery. Each of those freighters was hit by at least three heavy artillery shells in ten minutes. It sank to the bottom of the sea. When Henderson and the others arrived, the wreckage of the three ships was thrown all over the ground, and only the mast and a pile of floating planks were left on the water. None of the poor wounded and sailors could. Escape.
At that time, many people cried bitterly when they saw the tragedy at the scene. But Henderson knew that some of them were not crying for the wounded and sailors, they were crying for the looming future of the expeditionary army. Due to the sinking of the three freighters, the eight-kilometer-long wharf has since been completely scrapped.
After lunch, Henderson was ordered to take his team to the dock to clear the obstacles. He knew this was to prepare for the retreat. Only the east bridge can still be used, but the road to the trestle bridge is now full of the wreckage of the destroyed wharf, which can only be cleared before the large troops can pass. When they arrived there, they found that there were hundreds of people working there. The infantry used the Bren machine gun cart to drag the large wreck aside and remove the large concrete blocks and gravel. Pushing the black-burning dock machinery into the sea, the whole scene was bustling. Henderson and his men immediately rolled up their sleeves and joined the ranks of the soldiers.
"What time is it?" Henderson thought his team should take a break.
"It's three forty-five, Sergeant." A soldier carefully took out a pocket watch from his arms and looked at it.
"Take a break. Everyone goes to the tent over there and drink some water." Henderson put down the crowbar in his hand, patted the dust on his body, and walked to the water supply station on the side of the pier. His soldiers also put aside their work and walked towards the tents while laughing and joking behind their commander.
When they first walked to the door of the tent, a mournful air defense sirens suddenly sounded.
"Air raid!" Henderson yelled this word when he was knocked to the ground by a soldier who rushed out of the tent. The soldier hurriedly pulled Henderson up.
"Air strike! Sergeant, look for cover!" the soldier shouted to Henderson.
"Damn it, you daredevil, how so eagerly!" Henderson scolded, rubbing his butt.
The alarm is getting louder and louder, and the sound of a rumbling airplane engine is faintly heard in the distant sky. Henderson didn't care about continuing to teach the soldier, he quickly dragged the soldier into the air defense trench dug beside the tent.
"Ouch! Sergeant, you almost stepped on me."
Henderson found that his team had already been there waiting for him, and he almost jumped on one of his men's head just now.
"Sorry, kid, I'll jump on time next time, haha." Henderson patted the soldier on the head.
"What is it this time? I said it was a flying pencil. I bet on fifty shillings."
"I said it was Stuka, I bet one pound."
"You crow mouth, if Stuka is miserable, I said Heinkel, one pound."
Henderson looked at those who were betting with excitement and smiled with satisfaction. It seems that the morale of his team is good. These silly boys are really good.
Henderson looked up from the side of the air defense trench toward the direction of the enemy plane. The sound of the aircraft was getting closer, and the British anti-aircraft guns began to fire into the air. The sound of small-caliber machine guns and large-caliber anti-aircraft guns continued one after another. Now the sky is full of black shells exploding with smoke. A violent group of black spots emerged flexibly from the black cloud, and rushed towards the harbor screaming.
"I said it was Stuka! Give the money!" a soldier exclaimed happily.
"No, it's not Stuka, it's not that flexible. Oh my God, it's a fighter jet." Henderson finally saw the shape of the planes.
"What? Sergeant, you read that right. Are the German bombers gone? Use fighter jets to bomb." His men also stood up, lying on the side of the air defense trench and looking into the air.
"It seems to be? What's the matter. Look, they fly very high, ha, they are really flexible. Ah! He dropped a bomb. Come down!"
The soldier in front saw a black bomb thrown out from under a fighter plane. The bomb made a beautiful arc in the air and smashed toward a group of uncovered infantry on the dock.
Because the work place is far from the air defense trenches, this group of soldiers ran back hurriedly after hearing the air defense sirens, but they were still bombed when they got here.
The soldiers also knew that the disaster was imminent. They slumped to the ground and hugged their heads, praying that the bomb would not fall on their heads.
The bomb fell quickly towards the infantry, but when it was more than two hundred meters above the ground, its shell suddenly cracked, and countless small black jars spilled out of its belly. Then the jars suddenly popped open, and the shell of the jar was divided into two halves, as if two small wings were suddenly opened, and a black ball hung under those two wings. They were spinning fast in the air. whereabouts. "What's that thing?" Henderson watched the little things spin down in surprise. Suddenly an explosion happened. Those small bombs exploded violently in the air five meters above the ground. The scattered shrapnel hit the soldiers lying on the ground like a storm. Henderson and his men drew back into the air defense trench with fright.
"Oh my god, what is that? It's horrible, Sergeant, do you know such a bomb that can explode in the air?" a soldier asked tremblingly.
Henderson's face was also pale in shock.
"Don't ask me, I don't know. I know that shells can do this, but I have never seen such a thing."
Then a wailing sound came from outside. Henderson quickly got up and looked at the soldiers. The open space had become a scene of hell. The small bombs that exploded in the air had beaten the soldiers to blood, and the blood had already given the ground to the ground. Dyed red. Several surviving soldiers were dragging their shrapnel-inlaid bodies while wailing and crawling towards Henderson desperately.
"Go and help them, Sergeant!" Henderson's men looked at their captain, expectantly.
"It's useless, they are beaten."
The **** soldiers were already lying motionless. Henderson's eyes were wet.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He drew his pistol violently and fired at the German plane that was still flying. His soldiers rushed over and caught the boss who was blasting away.
"Calm down! Sergeant, calm down. We know that you want to help them. It's all the **** Germans."
"Bombers are here, so many, they are about to start mass bombing, ah, there are a group of them flying towards the beach." A soldier shouted wildly. Henderson and his men kept entangled and looked towards the sky.
I saw a black and heavy German bomber flying over the harbor. They flew wildly beyond the range of the anti-aircraft guns, and the anti-aircraft shells could only helplessly explode far below them.
"No, we can’t stay here anymore. We’re going to leave here. If they throw the same kind of bombs, this kind of unroofed air defense trench can’t prevent anything. Everyone immediately follow me out of here. We’re going to Run out of this area as soon as possible. Yes, that’s the house. As long as there is a roof."
Henderson yelled, then jumped out of the air-raid trench and led his men frantically to the nearest bungalow. Hearing what he said, the soldiers of other units in the air defense trench also suddenly sobered up~IndoMTL.com~ quickly followed the sergeant out of the trench and ran towards the bungalow.
Henderson ran ahead in the lead. He heard the screaming of the German bombs falling. Hurry up, it's almost there, hope it's still too late.
"Boom..." An explosion sounded not far away.
"Quick, there are still a hundred yards left." Henderson roared. "Come on and run!"
"Ah, they are above us!" a soldier wailed miserably.
is over? Henderson ran in despair.
"Boom...Boom!" The dull sound of the bomb hitting the ground continued to sound. More than a dozen such little demons fell in front of Henderson and smashed into the mud.
"Haha, it's a stink bomb! Everyone keep rushing at me!" Henderson laughed wildly, jumping over the bombs, and continued to run wildly. Countless small bombs fell around the group of enthusiastic sprinters, but none of them exploded. A few unlucky soldiers fell to the ground by this non-explosive bomb, but the soldiers beside them quickly set up them and continued to rush towards the room.
Henderson finally ran to the room. He leaped up and slammed into the room with all his strength, then rolled into the room. The soldiers in the back also reached their destination with a rolling crawl. With two "Dang!" "Oh!" voices, the last soldier was hit by a small bomb into the house.
The door was shut tightly, and there was a burst of crazy cheers in the room.