Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 37: Play against (3)
August 5th, 1940, it was a rare good weather for the German defenders on the island of Genzi. After hiding in the hazy clouds for more than a week, the sun finally showed generously to the people. Got its full picture. Free novel portal
The azure blue sky, snow-white clouds, and the soft and warm sunshine of gold, the English Channel revealed its gentle side to the German soldiers, making those who have already thought of the evil waves overwhelmingly cloudy and humid as the English Channel. The German soldiers with special products were surprised.
All the soldiers who guard the island have deeply carved traces of this sunny day in early August, but not because it is a rare sunny day, but about a demon. story.
Short brown hair is covered with mud and grass, and the young face distorted by pain, a pair of blue eyes stares at the sky dullly, and the face of the enemy is reflected in the dilated pupils, slightly open The mouth seemed to be still praying on his deathbed. In the end, he was calling his mother or apologizing to his lover. The dead officer could no longer give an answer.
"Poor fellow, it seems that he can never go for a walk in Trafalgar Square anymore."
The German captain loosened the neckline of the corpse.
"Send this back to England, he is a brave soldier."
The captain opened the collar of the opponent's uniform, pulled down the British lieutenant's identity card, and then threw his hand at Sergeant Wolfe who was standing aside.
"Yes, sir."
The sergeant caught the shiny piece of metal neatly and put it in his chest pocket.
"Vill Vincent, Lieutenant of the Marine Corps."
The German official looked through the documents found in his shirt pocket.
"He is your chief?"
The German captain turned his face and asked some British soldiers who were kneeling beside holding their heads.
These British commandos, who were once tough and brave, are now kneeling on the muddy ground. The tawny military uniforms are covered with mud and blood, looking really embarrassed.
But what was seen in the keen gaze of the German official was that although these British soldiers knelt in front of him with their heads in their hands, although they looked tired and frustrated that they couldn't hide. Although the wounds under the bandages were still bleeding, their eyes were still burning with hatred and indomitable flames.
The corner of the German captain's mouth showed a sneer.
"You, that sergeant, tell me the position of this lieutenant."
The German captain pointed to a British captive with the rank of sergeant and said that he was the strongest of the group of captives, with a body that looked like a rock.
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
The big man knelt there and shouted, rather than shouting, he was roaring.
"I asked you about the position of this British lieutenant in your army. You must know this officer, Sergeant Babel."
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
The German captain seemed interested in the British sergeant's reaction. He stood up and turned to the strong captive. "Hey, don't you understand my question?"
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
"Well, you are embarrassing me, sergeant."
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
The big guy continued to yell and answer without expression.
"Wolf, haha, do you remember anything after seeing this scene?"
The captain turned his face and said with a smile to his men, but Wolf felt a chill in his heart. He saw the devil’s smile again, and a nightmare that could never be forgotten appeared before his eyes again. .
"Sir...sir...you won't...sir, please think about it carefully"
"Hehe, don't you think that's interesting, Wolf, that's really interesting."
The handsome captain's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled attractively, but Sergeant Wolf felt his back soaked with sweat.
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
The British sergeant is still roaring mechanically, and it seems that he enjoys the feeling of fooling the Germans.
"You are really an idiot, Sergeant Babel."
The German captain slowly circled the sergeant, and the other British prisoners were kicked and kicked aside by the German soldiers.
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
Babel shouted loudly again. He felt that he was great now, just as great as the legendary heroes.
"Do you want to be a hero, Sergeant Babel."
The German captain asked gently, with a soft tone like a brother facing a little brother who has done something wrong.
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
"I see, Sergeant Babel, you are such a stupid bastard."
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 34238991. Sir."
The German captain smiled and slowly turned behind Babel.
"Last chance, tell me the officer's position in this unit, and then tell me everything you know, you will be forgiven and rewarded, Babel."
The German captain bent down and grabbed the commando by the hair, and the smiling demon put his head in the ear of Sergeant Babel and said softly.
"Sergeant Scott Babel, Royal Marine Corps, No. 342..."
Sergeant Babel failed to finish the last line of his life, and an exquisite and sharp German official with a sword cut his throat neatly.
The strong Sergeant Babel covered his neck with an expression of disbelief and fell to the ground. This brave commando soldier is now twisting and struggling like a fish thrown on the river bank, blood like The spring water continuously sprayed from his fingers.
Because of suffocation and pain, Babel’s eyes almost opened out, and the despair and unwillingness in those eyes made everyone present shudder. No one thought that the blood in this giant's body would be so. It was so red, and after a while, the soil under the sergeant turned into mud mixed with blood.
"When you are in hell, don't forget to say hello to Satan, Sergeant Babel. My name is Kaorich, Captain Frank Kaorich."
Devil, no, Captain Kaorich squatted beside Babel, who was coughing and spitting blood, and said softly.
"Well, who of you wants to be the second one."
The devil stood up and shook off the blood drops on the short saber, and the sharp weapon shone with a chilling light in the morning sun.
"You... that corporal, can you tell me the position of the lieutenant, and of course all the details you know about the operation?"
Kaorich smiled and inserted the saber into the scabbard around his waist, then pointed to a capable corporal in the group of prisoners and asked.
"You...you are a demon."
The British corporal stared blankly at Babel, who was lying in his pool of blood, twitching, he turned his face abruptly and shouted angrily at the captain officer.
"You violated the Geneva Convention, you killed the prisoners, you are all demons, murderers..."
"Ba!"
With a clear gunshot, the corporal's forehead was lifted off.
"I agree with you, Corporal, I admire your bravery deeply."
Kaolixi sneered and held an artillery Lugar P08 to the twitching corpse on the ground.
"But this kind of behavior is really stupid. Since I have violated the Geneva Conventions, then I won't mind breaking the second and third times."
Then he looked at the stunned prisoners and asked coldly.
"Who among you wants to fulfill my little wish? Who wants to be the third one."
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"Start the search now, and be sure to find the remaining British people and not let them escape from this island."
Kaorich gave the order viciously. He was almost mad at his mistake. After such rigorous planning and preparation, in the end some British soldiers rushed out of the encirclement. It was like being drawn in person. A slap in the face made him ashamed.
"How did they escape our encirclement? It's incredible."
Wolf said on the side.
"It was my mistake. I gave them a chance to escape."
The captain jerked the map in his hand onto the desk.
"I shouldn’t have let the artillery fire, I’m really fainted. The artillery bombardment disrupted the sight of our soldiers, but it gave these British people a chance to escape. What’s worse, their commander was also there. Where."
After the impressive and brutal interrogation before, the Germans got everything they wanted, and the will of the British captives was completely destroyed by this brutal German official.
In the face of human torture, they may be able to persist after training. But if you are facing such an inhumane demon, you can't stand it if you are a little weaker.
Soon a prisoner surrendered, and in this case, as long as one prisoner starts to confess, others will soon give up. At that moment, the desire for life overwhelms the attachment to honor, and no one wants He died in vain to take a gamble.
According to the confession of the British captives, the Germans finally had a general understanding of their opponents.
This British force is the famous Gomand commando in history. To say that it is famous in history is only for Xu Jun, a guy from the future, who was just a special force just formed at the time.
French retreat on the battlefield and the heavy losses of the British navy made Churchill completely abandon the plan to re-landing in France to fight the German army.
Now the United Kingdom is gathering all the forces of the British Empire that can be used to resist at all costs to prepare for the local defense.
But waiting for the enemy to attack is really a morale damage thing. For Churchill, who has always been known as a hardliner, this is absolutely intolerable to him, a veteran British colonialist.
Churchill firmly believes that the noble British Empire will never and will not allow it to be defeated by the barbaric Germans. Although the current situation is very unfavorable for Britain, it can even be said that it is the most critical moment.
However, Churchill firmly believes that the crisis will pass, and that the final victory must belong to the empire belongs to His Majesty the King. This cannot but let people respect Churchill’s will or the imperialist’s? >
In order to get rid of the current passive situation, and to reinvigorate the low morale of the people and the army, Churchill decided to launch a counterattack.
Because only a counterattack, only by fighting and winning on the enemy’s land can the current government regain the trust of the people.
If you can get results from it, even the slightest victory can have a huge impact on the current negative emotions in the UK.
However, mobilizing a large force to cross the sea to counterattack is completely suicide. Churchill still understands this. He is not crazy enough.
Not to mention that the current United Kingdom simply can't put out extra large forces to make him waste, and the navy has also rejected all similar attempts.
Churchill thought of small-scale harassment tactics, using strictly trained special commandos to launch assaults and harassment on the French coast controlled by the Germans.
If you fail, the loss can be borne by the United Kingdom, but once you win, it will be the most effective inspiration for the current British nationals.
Churchill ordered the selection of soldiers and officers with rich combat experience or excellent personal ability from the Army and Marine Corps to form this team. This imaginative guy also personally named this unit.
Unfortunately, Churchill in history has never shown that he has this talent. Like all the bad names he has proposed, this unit has also been given a name that is not aesthetically pleasing to the point... "Leopard force".
Fortunately, the clear-headed chiefs of staff at the time rejected the name, and they don’t care whether the prime minister, who is very enthusiastic about the matter, is happy or not. Anyway, this commando must not let the commando bring a German laugh and drop his jaw. The name goes desperately across the Strait.
The last officer who had participated in the Boer War proposed a name that satisfies both sides, "Gormander".
The name of the "Gormand" Boer commando, a name that once made the British Empire's regular army fearful.
Of course, now South Africa is already a vassal of the British Empire. It would not hurt to use that name, and it can also deter the arrogant Germans.
When I thought of letting the name that was once a nightmare for the British team hung over the German team again, Churchill, who had suffered in the Boer War, was also excited about it.
So the Gomande force was quickly established. The personnel participating in this force, from soldiers to officers, were all elites selected from the local army and marines.
The rules of action set for them are very clear, launching sneak attacks on German targets along the French coast.
The personnel of this unit are fierce and well equipped. Due to the special nature of their tasks and the risk of operations, they are allotted the most sophisticated automatic weapons of the British Army.
Most of the soldiers got a Thomson made in the United States~IndoMTL.com~, which is the favorite Chicago typewriter of the American gang fire.
This kind of guy with a rate of fire of 700 rounds per minute can instantly sieve the target. Although the hit rate is not high, the power is absolutely terrifying.
In this battle, the German infantry can also be regarded as a master of this guy. Within 20 meters, this automatic weapon is completely a fellow of the same level as the Reaper's sickle for the German infantry who only has a Mauser rifle.
This is also the reason why the British soldiers can tear through the encirclement of the German army and escape, because the power of automatic weapons is invincible for German soldiers who have only constructed simple fortifications and have ordinary infantry firepower.
"The commander of the opposing party is a despicable coward. He must be found. I will solve all this by myself."
The devil stood angrily beside the British soldier's corpse and roared loudly.
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