Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 81: D day (1)

Miguel, first-class soldier in the first row of the first company of the second battalion of the 8th Infantry Regiment of the 3rd German Infantry Division, is now in a depressed mood. He is the only one who is wet all over the company. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable) (.u first release)

"This is the third time in a week. I must have been cursed. Maybe I should talk to a priest." The superior soldier stood in the trench, wearing only a pair of pants, and he wringed hard. He was wearing gray army pants, and then they were dried on a wooden board beside the trench. On the other side of the wooden board was his 36-type field uniform.

"This is ridiculous." Miguel said angrily. "Seeing that I was about to fall, no one thought of pulling me."

"Watch out, Miguel, I'm staring at you. You have become a joke for the entire battalion." Company Sergeant Rudolph sat on an ammunition box by the trench, wearing a uniform on his upper body and only one piece on his lower body. With big pants and his MP40 submachine gun lying horizontally on his knees.

"The sun is out, it will dry soon. You are lucky, and you can get a medal easily." Rudolph took off his army boots, took off his soaked socks, and began to dry his soaked white foot.

At midnight on the 20th, the report sent back by the Navy's diving combat engineers shocked the entire landing command. The German High Command anticipated dozens of unexpected situations for this operation and how to deal with it, such as if the enemy was attacked by heavy artillery. How to deal with it, what to do if you encounter a minefield obstruction, what to do if the first wave of landing is blocked on the beach, there is nothing about what to do if the enemy ran out of the position and there was no one in the sky.

Admiral von Bok’s conservative character made him immediately fall into the **** of choice. Should he immediately launch the landing earlier, or should he report to the command and then judge by the command, this is a big question. Bork is worried that this report is a trap deliberately arranged by the British and that rash actions will inevitably lead to disaster. He also worried that if the situation is true, he is obviously delaying a once-in-a-lifetime fighter.

Boke is caught in a dilemma. As the commander-in-chief of the landing cluster, he must not expose his hesitation before his subordinates, because this will be regarded as weak by his subordinates. It directly affects his authority. This is the education that Bok has received since childhood. He is a standard old Juncker officer, with militarism engraved on every rib.

Time just passed by one minute after another. All the personnel of the headquarters are waiting for the commander-in-chief to make a decision. Bok’s headquarters has always followed an extremely strict hierarchy. His subordinates have never dared to overstep their orders. Everyone can only watch as the great opportunity is slowly changing. Slipped away in his own hands. Fortunately, there is one person in this headquarters who doesn't care about the level of authority. He only believed in his own judgment.

"Commander, why didn't you give an order? The navy report is very clear. Although I don't know what happened to the British, it is clear that this is an opportunity given to Germany by God. We should start acting immediately." Goodry Ann pushed open the cabin door and rushed in. He waved his cane excitedly and said loudly to Bok.

"However, we have not made a further investigation report. I think we should report to the head of state first. Let him make a decision."

Bock’s perception of Guderian has always been good. He thinks this person is a very good tactical commander. He may be able to command a group army, but he lacks qualifications and experience, and his background is slightly lower. He is not Juncker. Nobles, but they are also considered to be gentry families. They have been in the army for two generations and can barely be included in the army. Especially recently, Bock found that the new head of state seemed to have a blue eye for Guderian. He is often asked about his current situation at regular meetings, and every time he has been entrusted with important tasks in several battles, anyone with a discerning eye knows that Guderian's future is absolutely limitless.

"I think we can set off right away. The ferry time will take two hours at the fastest. There is enough time for the command to respond. At that time, we will be able to control whether the order is forward or retreat. "Guderian looked at Bok earnestly, hoping to persuade him.

"Well. Since you insist, I also think this is a good way." Bok was moved by Guderian. This is indeed the best of both worlds. He couldn't help adding to his evaluation of Guderian. A bit. Others rashly interrupted the thinking of higher-level officers, ignoring the sacred hierarchy of the army, and so on. In the face of the head of state, Bock had never happened.

The German landing fleet has been pressurized and ignited since the morning of the 20th, and can be activated at any time. With a command from the headquarters, the huge fleet began to move slowly, and various transport ships left carefully. The berths were grouped according to their respective positions in the plan and headed towards the vast sea.

The moon was bright that night, and the formation of ships was very smooth. The command of sea navigation was under the responsibility of the Navy’s Landing and Ferry Command. All ships maintained radio silence and only communicated with each other by light. The flashing flashes frequently, silently conveying various commands. The gray ship shadow pupils on the sea under the moonlight, the bow of the ship between the masts shone with stars, as if entering a fairy tale wonderland.

When reaching the middle line of the strait, the fleet from Calais joined the fleet. The number of ships in the entire fleet reached a staggering 180, not counting small ships such as landing craft, otherwise This number will immediately exceed five hundred.

At 3 o'clock in the morning on D-day, the German landing fleet reached the sea off Dir. From the shore, the fleet on the sea was dense and boundless. It seemed that the entire world's ships were all concentrated in this sea area. Illusion.

Night landing is not part of the German plan, because vision will cause unnecessary confusion, and it will also hinder the landing forces from finding the correct landing point and countering the enemy's attack. But the current situation is different from the previous concerns. The moon is very bright, and the beaches of the coast can be seen very clearly. There is no one on the beach, and the coast is dark. The only light is that the navy divers are using portable signal lights to the ship. The team sent a contact signal.

Such a huge fleet of ships is parked on the open sea, and such a large stretch of coast has no reaction at all. If this is a trap of the British, then how powerful and nerves these British people’s hearts should be Tenacity is the only way to maintain restraint and patience under such a heavy pressure.

"It seems that there is no one defending this area. The Navy is right." Bock stood on the platform of the command module and carefully observed the coast with a high-powered telescope, although he saw nothing.

"It’s great, it’s really great. The Führer is indeed an angel sent by God to revive Germany. This is the landing site he chose. This is the landing site he personally chose. God, there is no enemy defending. This is a miracle. Guderian, this is a miracle!"

Boke suddenly became excited. The old soldier no longer knew what words to use to express his admiration for Xu Jun. There was no other way to explain the scene in front of him except a miracle. Some of the basics of mysticism completely worshipped him at the feet of God's apostles.

"Yes, this is a miracle. I now believe that the head of state is blessed by God. Your Excellency Commander, we will be recorded in history as witnesses and performers of this miracle. I feel extremely excited and honored. ."

Guderian also felt a bit numb in the back of his head. Bok didn't say he hadn't thought about it yet. Now that Bok mentioned it, Guderian felt that there was something in it, and he looked at the sky above his head. Guderian quickly crossed his chest.

Under the moonlight, the German army began to act in an orderly manner according to the plan. Due to the earlier landing time, half of the area on the beach is now submerged by sea water. The strait is currently at low tide, and the coastline is slowly delaying over time. According to the timetable, it will be between five and six in the morning. In time, the entire beach will be exposed to the water.

In any case, there is only one company of Navy diving combat engineers defending the beachhead, and they must be supported immediately. The divers only searched the surrounding area a short distance. Several early warning observation posts were dispatched. Although these naval divers are known as combat engineers, in fact they only have a submachine gun, two magazines and a grenade all over their bodies. Each of them also carries a box of "Blue Terriers" used to destroy obstacles and clear mines, a type of 200 grams. Plastic box with explosives. With a prefabricated detonator hole, just insert the detonator to detonate. These weapons and ammunition are only enough for them to use for self-defense and escape. They really encounter a positional battle of normal intensity. These are not enough to last two minutes.

The first wave of landing crafts on the beach was infantry landing crafts. These flat-bottomed concrete ships had buoyant compartments on the sides and their draughts were unexpectedly shallow. After being fully loaded with a platoon of twenty-four officers and soldiers, it was only a mere half a meter, equipped with an external motorcycle engine unique to the German army, without a rudder, and relied on the deflection of the propeller to adjust the course.

The sea is still receding, but the extra depth of water gives the landing craft more room for movement. The first batch of forty landing crafts lined up in two rows, separated by five meters horizontally, and nearly shoulder to shoulder rushing toward the beach. At a distance of 20 meters from the shoreline, the pilot felt that the bottom of the ship was rubbing against the seabed, and he immediately broke off. When the gear on the motor handle was moved, the propeller began to reverse, and the landing craft quickly slowed down, and then the bow of the boat was gently resting on the beach.

"Quick, hurry, all get off the boat." The platoon mate whispered to his subordinates. Before the bow springboard was all leveled, the platoon mate waved his pistol and jumped on the springboard, and then jumped into the knee-deep water, struggling to wading through the spray, and staggering towards the landing site.

The beach was full of German soldiers wading into the water, and all of them were holding their weapons and struggling carefully toward the coast. Although the above has explained that no British were found on the shore, but the above words can only be heard halfway. The main thing is to rely on your own eyes. This is the experience of veterans to save their lives. These are veterans and no one dares to take it lightly.

Miguel was one of the first wave of infantry to land. He was walking in the middle of their squad with an MG34. In front of him was the squad leader and signal soldier. Next to him was the machine gun deputy shooter. The riflemen were scattered on the wings.

"Did you know that the pants that have been soaked in seawater need to be soaked in fresh water before they are cleaned. My boots are also finished. I just brushed the oil this morning." Miguel held the machine gun while watching the beach head nervously. , Babbling in his mouth.

"Shut up, watch your surroundings, and keep quiet." The squad leader rebuked in a low voice, and gave Miguel a vicious look.

Miguel curled his lips. It was too dark to see. Suddenly he felt his feet empty and his body tilted to one side involuntarily.

"Hey..." Miguel tried to hold the secondary shooter next to him, but found that the reflexively jumped a step to the side, and the machine gunner grabbed two in the air in vain. Then he fell to the sea on the beach.

The German infantrymen pushed each other and climbed up the sandy slope. At this time, the platoon mate had already stood on the top of the **** and shook hands with the navy diver captain to celebrate the victory.

"We searched the fortresses on both sides. They were all ancient castles. They weren't the kind of concrete mentioned in the intelligence. We were really afraid that we were mistaken. Finally, we went to the town to check the street signs carefully. Is there any smoke? "Captain Swain took the cigarette case from the sergeant's platoon deputy and drew a cigarette into his mouth.

The platoon mate took out the lighter from his pocket, and then hesitantly looked left and right. "It's okay?"

"Don't worry, there is no one here." Sven lit the cigarette, took a hard puff, then smiled and waved his hand at the surrounding infantry with rifles on guard.

"I need a platoon. I don’t have enough manpower. We found hundreds of British infantrymen in the castle over there. They were all drunk and unconscious. My people were still in defensive positions, so I had to collect weapons first. , Locked the ammunition depot, I think it’s better to gather and take care of them before they wake up."

"Understood, Captain, I will take people over immediately, one line, and follow me." The platoon mate saluted the captain, and then a naval diver led him to the distant castle.

The captain turned and looked towards the beach. The first wave of landing craft had already retreated from the beach to the sea, turned and headed towards the transport ship in the distance. It can be clearly seen in the moonlight that there is another wave of landing craft in a neat formation towards the beach in the distance.

Suddenly, Swain found something unusual on the sea near the beach. It seemed to be more than a dozen irregular triangle waves, splashing white water on the sparkling sea.

"Torpedo? Submarine?" Swain raised his binoculars and looked carefully at ~IndoMTL.com~ and found that the triangular waves seemed to be some kind of wakes. Between the waves, he vaguely saw a gray section of the sea surface. Tubular objects.

Under Sven’s curious gaze, the tube rose higher and higher, and then a huge tank gun suddenly penetrated the water and pointed fiercely at the night sky, followed by the tank’s front armor, the front half of the body, and the turret. , And finally the entire No. 4 tank was exposed to the sea.

The wet body of the car shone cold under the moonlight, the caterpillars spun quickly, breaking the sea, and the steel beast roared onto the beach. The first wave of twelve No. 4 tanks quickly drove through the shallows, crushed over the beachhead, and stopped on the half of the beach that was already exposed. The turrets of each vehicle turned to two wings, and the tank company deployed in a half-moon shape. .

"Oh, this is the diving tank! Great! Do you think we should report and let us distribute some of this? We can form a Navy diving combat engineer diving armor company." Swain said Smoke, his eyes gleaming, he eagerly pulled Lian Vice's shoulder beside him and said.

"You said dive twice, sir." Lian Li squinted at his excited boss.

"Because it is very important..." (To be continued.) xh211

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