Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 79: D-One

The night of August 20, 1940, for many people on both sides of the English Channel, this was a sleepless night that will be remembered forever. (Baidu search network updates the fastest and most stable)

At noon of this day, the German Army Landing Cluster had boarded all ships in Dover and Graveline. The materials and equipment were also loaded. The fleet began to marshal off the port. Everything was done. In strict accordance with the schedule set by the German High Command, the arrow is already on the string and ready to go.

The German Air Force still firmly controls the air superiority within hundreds of kilometers around the landing fleet assembly area. Fighters flew along the patrol route in groups and guided by the radar station to intercept and destroy all air targets that dared to approach. .

Dozens of Stuka bomber squadrons maintained an altitude of 1,500 meters and searched back and forth along the center line of the strait. British ships appeared within the patrol range, whether they were transport ships of thousands of tons or motorcycles of 20 tons. Boats, whether you are a warship or a civilian ship, once they enter their sight, they will be immediately attacked fiercely and mercilessly.

The Stukas screamed and dropped from the sky, smashing one after another fifty kilograms of semi-armor-piercing projectiles on the decks and decks of the poor British ships. The bombs destroyed the hull, and the machine guns shot down the crew. The German pilots showed no mercy and no mercy. These gray vultures continued to hover over the heads of British ships, dived and dropped bombs from all directions, until the ships and their sailors sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving nothing but A mass of oil stains and foam on the sea, the vultures will leave in an unfinished mood.

"They seem to be very happy." Admiral Miguel leaned on the side of the transport ship and looked up at the Stuka group flying overhead. The belly of these dive bombers was empty, apparently working outside. A battle. The German infantry on the deck of the transport ship cheered and waved to the dive bombers. The pilots shook their wings a few times in return as they flew over the transport ship.

"These pilots are very hard. They will be dispatched again after refueling and loading. No one can stop and rest these days. When we get to the sea, we must rely on them to protect us." Lieutenant Erhard, the platoon leader The material list was counting the materials and equipment belonging to their platoon on the deck, followed by Sergeant Major Rudolph in the platoon.

"Sir!" Miguel quickly stood up and saluted.

"The lunch break is almost over. After five minutes, I will all return to the cabin to prepare my personal equipment. I will have the last transfer drill at 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Lieutenant Erhard replied and said loudly. The soldiers in his platoon gave orders.

"Understood, sir." The soldiers replied loudly.

These soldiers have been trained countless times to climb ropes. They have also carried out dozens of beach rushing exercises in the landing craft. They can already complete these tactical actions very proficiently, but the command still believes that the training is not enough, and is afraid that the chain will be dropped at a critical time. But this time should be the last training, and the rest of the time will allow the soldiers to rest. Maintain sufficient physical strength to enter the landing operation.

Most of these infantrymen were born in the interior of Germany, and many of them came out of mountainous forests. They have been on inland river transport ships once or twice in their lives. The command has spent a lot of time and energy to make these infantrymen no longer fear the ocean, and are familiar with the shaking of waves and the bumps of the hull.

The command also drew a group of navy sailors to teach army soldiers how to quickly recover from the painful state of seasickness. These will directly affect their lives, and everyone is learning everything diligently For the skills related to landing, I worked **** physical fitness and balance training.

Now the time to verify their efforts has finally arrived, after tonight. All people have to withstand the test of the real battlefield, which will not only test their personal skills, but also their wisdom and courage.

The morale of these German infantrymen is high and they are not afraid of any challenge. These young people are at their peak mentally and physically. They believe that under the fierce offensive of the German Wehrmacht, no enemy can stop them from moving towards The footsteps of victory. All attempts to block the advance of the German army will be crushed by the iron palms of infantry marching boots. And those enemies who are recalcitrant and stubbornly resist will eventually scream in despair under the bayonet of the 98K rifle.

The entire day on the 20th. Infantrymen only need to conduct some basic exercises, and the rest of the time is mainly to familiarize them with the transport ships they take. There are many sources of these ships, including standard Atlantic cargo ships. There are also luxury cruise ships that have crossed the world, passenger and cargo ships that have been in service since the last war, and high-speed transport ships less than two years old. These ships have different purposes and structures. The passages in the cabins extend in all directions like a maze. People who are unfamiliar may go around for a long time to find the upper deck passage. Not to mention how much delays there will be in an emergency, just eating, drinking and sleeping on the boat is enough to cause a major chaos.

"Look at those infantrymen. They are quite agile. Have you seen the big man? He can climb so fast with a machine gun on his back." Hank sat on the turret of the tank and dipped it with an oil brush. With the engine oil in an enamel bowl, he smiled and watched the infantry on the large transport ship nearby climb up and down on the net rope hanging beside the ship's side.

"Here we need to apply another layer, and then stick tape on the outside." Lavik instructed Carl to apply an oil seal to the gasket of the gunner's side door. This was the last preparation. They have done everything they can. The No. 4 tank just waited for the moment when it roared and climbed onto the British beaches, to prove its power with the blood of the enemy.

"Check the straps of the side skirts again. I don't want to wait until I want to install it, but I find that I don't know where it fell." Snyder was holding a blowtorch and grilling the rear of the turret. The battle marshalling car number on the board, two blood red letters with a white frame, means that this is the first car of the company.

"No problem, they are very strong. These belts are new. They will tighten even more after being soaked in seawater." The telecom operator pulled the strapping belt on the glove box hard, and the two side skirts were It was disassembled and tied to the car body. Because the car group reacted in the last test and was impacted by the water flow, the two pieces of things were deformed and almost jammed the carrier roller, so Snyder quickly issued Order, remove the two skirts, stack them up and tie them to the glove box, and find time to install them after landing successfully.

"Remember that the fuel and battery must be checked again, the spare fuel tanks and gas cylinders must be filled. Gentlemen. This will be the most glorious moment in our lives. We will be the first batch of Going to the outside team on the British coast is enough to make you show off to your children and grandchildren for a lifetime." Snyder turned off the blowtorch. He slapped the hard turret armor and said proudly.

"Did you see those tanks? This thing can go down from the bottom of the water and directly onto the beach from the sea. I bet that the Englishman cannot believe what he saw is true." Aubrey Zhong The soldier was wearing a white army sports vest, standing next to a fire equipment box on the deck of a cargo ship. He is holding a small thermos. I added a little hot water to the aluminum cup placed on the box, then picked up the beard brush and stirred it vigorously. Soon the foam of the shaving cream came out of the cup and poured onto the lid.

"All the vehicles have been fixed. The company commander went to direct the meeting on the ship. Let me tell you that all vehicles must be marked with vehicle identification flags. We have too many captured British and French vehicles in our company. Kruger walked over with a stack of blue-gray Army car corner flags made of iron, and then found a Mazza beside Aubrey and sat down, and placed the stack of iron on the deck aside.

"I said earlier that just painting the iron cross badge is not enough. It should all be painted with a layer of German army gray, but no one listens to me, these bureaucrats." Aubrey applied a shave to his chin To soak, lift the water bottle to add hot water to a ceramic basin, then take the towel on the side and put it in the basin to soak.

"I got a travel brochure with some interesting things in it." Kruger took out a small picture book from his chest pocket, with the Tower Bridge and Big Ben printed on the cover.

"You have been to college, so your English should be good. Then I will rely on you to lead the way. I hope we will go. The Air Force didn't blow up all these places." Aubrey picked up the razor and faced a small round mirror. She shaved his beard carefully.

"Many people in the UK speak German. The brochure says that British food tastes good. It recommends several famous restaurants in London." Kruger is full of longing for his trip to London. He is not worried about tomorrow morning. Landing operation. In his eyes, after such careful preparation, there is no possibility of failure in this operation.

The landing troops are ready to go at the two departure ports. All the officers and soldiers are excitedly looking forward to the next day's landing, but no one would have thought that they were not the first German soldiers to land on British soil. That night. In fact, some Germans have taken the lead and set foot on the coast of the British Empire.

At 11 midnight, "There is one minute to prepare!" Major Parag got up from the folding chair and walked to the door of the JU52 transport plane.

"Everyone is in place, check the umbrellas." The battalion officer opened the door, and the roar of the engine became louder. Looking out from the hatch, clusters of gray transport aircraft lined up in a dense formation. Under the bright moonlight, the black iron cross emblem and the white body number were clearly identifiable.

"Everyone follow me! Hurry up!" The green signal light next to the hatch lighted up, and Major Parag nodded at his men and jumped out of the cabin first. Strings of white umbrella flowers are very conspicuous in the night sky. German paratroopers are like groups of dandelions, swaying and slowly descending towards the British land.

Under the bright moonlight, the bushes, ridges, canals, fences, and trails on the ground are vividly visible. The German paratroopers easily found the landing place marked on the map in the air. The positioning of the aircraft was very accurate, and the farthest paratrooper was only five or six hundred meters away from the target. What made the paratroopers even more pleasantly surprised was that they did not see a single figure on the ground. The entire field was empty. The anti-airborne firepower and patrols that were originally expected were completely missing. They did not suffer from the beginning to the end. To any attack from the ground. A battalion of German paratroopers landed quietly on British soil.

The night is deep, and the moonlight is shining on the sea to reflect patches of phosphorescence. Looking through the clear diving goggles, the white sandy beach in the distance is like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, and the embankment behind the beach and a cluster Against the background of the bright night sky, only a black outline can be seen from the bushes of low bushes, and there is no trace of light in the darkness.

Captain Edgar Swain, the commander of the German Navy Diving and Combat Engineer Company, quietly surfaced. He bent over and crouched on the sandy bottom of the sea, slowly moving towards the beach. Suddenly, he seemed to be aware of something and stopped. He raised a hand and gestured to the subordinates behind him. A group of divers all lowered their bodies, showing only a pair of eyes on the water.

Sven stepped back slowly, slowly moving to his company's side.

"There is something wrong with the situation. There is a discrepancy with the previous information. The information indicates that there should be underwater obstacles and mines, but you see, we have not found anything so far. You look at the beach and the back The earth embankment, there are only a dozen abandoned fishing boats and a few steel rail villages, did we run in the wrong direction." Sven looked at his team mate in confusion.

"It should be here, you see, that's the fortress in the photo. I think something new may have appeared. Is it possible to send two people up to investigate." Lian Li pointed to a group on the distant coastline. The huge black shadow said, judging from the outline, it should be a large bunker with a three-tier structure, which looks like a huge birthday cake.

"I personally took people over. You and other people lurked on the spot. If there is a problem, immediately retreat and leave us alone." After speaking, Swain gestured to a diver behind him, and the two of them came forward. Afterwards, he moved slowly towards the beach.

"It's weird." Sven and his team lie behind a railroad on the beach~IndoMTL.com~ looking at the seawall questioningly, where it was supposed to be a coastal defense position with machine gun fort and air defense shelter. . Sven searched for a long time, but found no trace of the sentry, nor any light. The distant ground was silent and lifeless.

This is unreasonable. He believes that the discipline of the British will not be so strict. He also believes that his whereabouts have not been exposed. This should not be a trap specifically used to deal with him.

Sven decided to make things clear, he gritted his teeth secretly, let his men stay in place, and cover his flanks. Then the captain took off the oxygen cylinder behind him and took off his diving glasses. Holding the MP40 submachine gun, he bit his head, ran across the bright beach at the fastest speed in his life, and then plunged into the grass under the embankment.

Sven lay in the grass and waited for a while, and found that there was still no movement around him. He stuck his head out of the grass and looked around for a while, then lowered his body and began to slowly climb towards the embankment.

"Oh, my God!" Captain Swain stood on the deserted British coastal defense position, completely confused by the sight. "This should be considered a successful landing." Captain Swain thought to himself. (To be continued.) xh211

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