Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 5: Fight back

The enemy is close at hand, Randolph can see those hideous faces clearly, the SS lieutenant colonel has no fear in his heart, he mocks the enemy in front of him with a contemptuous attitude.

In the eyes of the surrounding companions, the lieutenant colonel showed outstanding bravery, and he was indeed a personal adjutant to the head of the empire, and he could be called a model of German soldiers. However, the war situation cannot be reversed by bravery alone. Everyone can see that the scale of victory is leaning toward the Arabs.

The ammunition of the German officers is about to dry up, and everyone can barely maintain the current line of defense by relying on excellent shooting techniques. They have caused huge casualties to the opponent. If they can't wait for support before the ammunition runs out, I believe that none of the people present will survive.

"Jurgen, are you sure these guys are the king's guard?" Randolph shot up a black slave guard.

"I trust my own judgment, Lieutenant Colonel." Juergen gasped and said, his left arm was grazed by a bullet, and the blood had soaked the armband on the sleeve of his shirt.

"After we catch the king, I want to ask him carefully, what do you think about facing these stinky guys every day." Randolph pressed the lock and faded. Empty magazine.

"The last magazine, Lieutenant Colonel." Jurgen drew a magazine from his waist magazine bag and threw it over.

Captain Horne squatted on the roof platform, replaced with a captured Lee Enfield rifle in his hand.

"They are also reluctantly supporting, the frequency of the impact has slowed down." Horn pulled the bolt, and the empty bullet shell rolled and fell on the sand under his feet.

Horn and Merkel alternately took cover and fired at the black slave guards who were climbing on the wall. Under the sniper of two German precision shooters, people screamed and rolled down the wall from time to time.

"Gramlock! Ready to drop the bomb!" Lieutenant Wenzel shouted to his men.

A dozen black slave warriors have successfully passed through the front yard, and the firepower of the German army has been unable to prevent them from rushing into the post. Because it is inconvenient to throw bombs out of the room, the German army concentrated all the grenades on the top of the building. The Grey Sword players specially bundled a bunch of cluster grenades in order to deal with the situation.

Gramlock waved his strong arms and threw the heavy cluster grenade towards the center of the enemy group. Then there was a roar, and a cloud of smoke rose up in front of the station. Everything on the road was battered and broken.

The black slave warriors who were still assaulting bravely just now were all knocked to the ground. Except for a few lucky ones in the periphery, the rest were killed on the spot in the explosion.

The grenade also caused a martyrdom. At this time, the Germans discovered that there were fuel bottles in the backpacks of two slave soldiers. A huge fireball rolled into the air, and then the fuel flame ignited the backpacks and clothing scattered on the ground, and the gray-black smoke slowly rose up and condensed into a plume of smoke in the air.

"Good job! Gramlock!" Randolph shouted from the window on the second floor.

The cluster grenades swept away the forwards of the slave guards. The remaining soldiers fell into chaos. The leader of the team died in the explosion. The remaining people did not know whether they should continue the attack. They were worried that the Germans would use it again. Such a terrible weapon.

Just as these soldiers were moving forward and retreating, the retreat horn sounded from the rear, and the slave soldiers quickly withdrew from the courtyard gate in relief. As Abdul said, if they continue to attack, the station may have been taken down, because the Germans have run out of grenades, which was originally their last resort.

The attack of the two pilots can be said to have saved all the Germans in the station, but Lieutenant Lehard and the others also put themselves in danger.

Not everyone is afraid of the threat of death. There may be cowards among the camel riders, but there are also brave people. They were originally engaged in risky industries, leading the camel team to conquer the desert and the sea, killing a few people It is so common in their business.

Faced with the bravely rebelling masters, Lehad had no other choice. He could only pull the trigger against these tribal herders wielding knives~IndoMTL.com~ all targets that threatened him and his comrades Shot on the sand.

In order to deal with the fourteen Bedouin herders, Lehad emptied two magazines. Sergeant Major Kerrison was also slashed in the face by the rebelling herders. Now it looks bloody. Those who didn't know thought he was seriously injured.

Lehad eagerly came up with an idea. They have no ability to destroy all the luggage, but they can disperse these camels carrying them. As long as these animals start to run, they cannot catch up with human feet. And these awkward animals are difficult to control. Most of the time, they only obey the commands of the rider who feeds them.

The ensign of the Air Force’s plan was very successful. Under the threat of bullets and flames, the dromedaries that had lost their owners began to flee. The speed of these animals was not lost to that of galloping horses, and even faster than the trucks at the time. Come on.

After successfully dispelling the herd of camels, the two pilots knew it was time to retreat. As long as the other party was not deaf or blind, they would definitely send someone to check it out. In fact, it was already a little late for them to escape at the moment, and the royal guards, who were strictly ordered to return the aid by the nobleman, had already set up a circle around them.

PS: Today the author is out to do errands, the number of words is a bit short, I hope everyone will be considerate, and the chapter will be added tomorrow.