My Third Empire

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"This is the longest night in my life. When I saw the dawn, I seemed to be reborn."-William Donner, veteran of the 1st Airborne Division in Germany.

The bullet hit the branch, breaking the shrivelled branch into pieces. The German paratroopers lay calmly beneath the dead trees, waiting for the British soldiers who attacked opposite to get closer. They placed machine gun positions on the left and right wings, and as soon as the British got into this pocket, they would be massacred.

They are battle-hardened veterans, not newly recruited laymen who fire casually. They are eager to live because their life is enough for ten or even twenty enemy lives.

Borol was lying in the temporarily excavated foxhole, squinting at the british attackers on the opposite side, his lips pouted, and he thought these brits were **** damn real. They do not seem to have learned how to attack, nor do they seem to be able to master real combat skills. Such an attack would only keep their casualties high, and they would not be defeated by the German machine guns.

The German paratroopers have experienced countless such battles. They are good at fighting in isolation behind the enemy. They are good at capturing important military targets as soon as they land, and then stick to their positions until the last moment. For other Germans, this night was their first night in the United Kingdom, but for German paratroopers it was absolutely not. They were used to sticking to the dirt in the cold and cold wind. They were used to killing and dying on such night .

Isn't there so many people yearning for special forces? Isn't there so many people who worship the soldier king? Braved the intensive anti-aircraft fire at a height of 5000 meters, and then let the wind sway in the rain of bullets until it landed on the ground, picked up the gun and began to attack your target, you may be only one person, also There may be two or three, but you have to attack, then hold your position near the target captured from the enemy's gun, maybe one day, maybe two days, maybe no reinforcements will come in this life.

If there is a king of soldiers and fearless warriors in this world, then these German paratroopers are the people closest to this title. Most of them are murderous, and most people regard death as indifference. Even cold blood.

"Squeak ..." The sound of the German g42 machine gun tearing the linen again roared. This kind of machine gun is well-known worldwide as the "Accado's Saw", and most of the newly recruited soldiers will be repeatedly stressed by the instructor when training. As a light machine gun, you can have the firepower continuity of a heavy machine gun, and as a heavy machine gun, you have the sudden mobility of a light machine gun-countless people complain about this weapon, why it is not a weapon in their own hands.

The firing of this machine gun meant that someone fell, and the sudden and blazing fire paid a heavy price for the British soldiers who were attacking. The tracer was so dazzling at night. While clearing the shooting direction for the shooter, it also exposed the position of the machine gun position to the opponent's shooter.

Unfortunately, the transfer of German machine gun positions may be the fastest in the world, because their machine guns may be the best in the hands of the military in the world, and their own experience is the most experienced in the world.

After a short violent shot, the Germans had shifted their machine gun positions before the British reacted, and the British bullets began to sweep towards the distant places that had just been violently fired but now very silent.

"This group of unscrupulous boy scouts, how did they hit our landing troops so badly on the beach?" Borol looked at the British soldiers who kept firing in the distance to expose their position and density. Full of disdain.

"Maybe it's because our army is not so good?" Balu said with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "After all, we can't be a paratrooper and a marine."

Borol smiled softly: "You are getting more and more humorous now ... ready to shoot, they came over."

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" "Boo! Boom!" The mp-44 assault rifle and the g43 rifle started firing violently, and the entire front of the German defense line suddenly burst into flames. The firepower density that the Germans were proud of turned the attacked area in front into an instant hell. The British soldiers unfamiliar with the night warfare were dizzy and turned around, and even broke up before they could even fight back.

Hundreds of British corpses were thrown in front of the German position. They failed to capture the small town of Bit, alive, and did not even see the place that once belonged to Britain. They are one of the countless people who died this long night, and they are not wronged nor great. They shed blood for their country, but few people can remember their names.

"Boom! Boom!" The British artillery, suppressed by German bombers during the day, performed at its own level at night. The shells hit the head of the German paratrooper like raindrops, and the whole position trembled.

"Another artillery bombardment, they can't change other tricks?" Borol leaning in the foxhole shook off the rubble and rubble on his helmet, and he lit a cigarette and placed it innocently. On the mouth.

There is really no other trick. In the headquarters of the 4th Division of the British 4th Army, the British commanders are anxiously urging their men to take the defensive positions opposite as soon as possible, so that they can Advance to the vicinity of Bittown-after all, it is almost 12 o'clock, but they haven't even seen the shadow of Bittown.

"Buckton must be recaptured before 5 o'clock, otherwise the second batch of German landing troops will enter the UK there! None of us can afford this responsibility!" On the phone, Powell's voice roared loudly, leaving the 4th The teacher on the front of the division had to stay away from the telephone receiver.

All British teams near Bittown wanted to eat the small town that could not be smaller in front of them, but German paratroopers built a scale like a fish scale within a kilometer in depth around the town. In the position, they began to attack at 8:10 in the night, and they didn't really get close to Bit until now.

The tenacity and tenacity of the German paratroopers are far from what these British recruits can experience. More than half of the troops the British and Germans have fought are in the Montgomery army. It is no exaggeration to say that the Dutch and Belgian forces who have actually seen or interacted with German paratroopers have either squatted in concentration camps or laid in graves.

At this time, General Studen, who had set up his own frontline headquarters in Buckton, spoke out the voices of the German paratroopers in a blunt language before going to bed: "Use the infantry to hit my paratroopers? They have not slept yet. Wake up! When will they move the tank and when will they wake me up again! "

Although he had some conceited words, he also reflected the combat effectiveness of German paratroopers from one side-from Poland to Norwich, the German paratroopers had never been defeated by enemy infantry.

Never being defeated does not mean that they will not be defeated this time; strong fighting power does not mean that they are truly invincible. All this can only explain one problem, that is, these German paratroopers who endured the enemy's round after round of dust in the dirt, they paid more and sacrificed more than others.

Who can become an invincible soldier in the army? They just accumulated and learned in battle after battle: learning from their own wounds, learning from the corpses of their comrades, learning from the muzzle and fire of the enemy, learning how to be indifferent, learning how to endure, learning how victory.

But some things can't be learned, such as luck. Borol holding his steel helmet and sitting beside a corpse, smoking quietly. He had been following his Baru when he was airborne from Belgium. He was killed in the bombardment just now.

Silently, the shrapnel hit his head, penetrated the helmet and skull, and died so tragic and not tortuous at all. He was just as dead as the British recruits who were killed.

Borol remembered the **** battle in the Dutch town, the dead, bearded beard, the screaming of himself shouting Baru over and over again, the pride of two men standing in front of Akado ...... Sometimes he really wants to complain about the unfairness of fate. He wants to ask aloud why an experienced veteran will die so unknown as a recruit.

He knew that this was only the first night, and this was just the most unremarkable of the countless injustices of this night. He looked at the body around him, at the dried blood stains and the medal of the Dutch Airborne Warrior on his chest, and at the withered edelweiss.

When the curtain of war is slowly raised, who can guarantee his long life? Are those people who died first must be unfortunate? I have to live because no one remembers the bearded man, remembers Baru, and remembers the soldiers who lived with a smile when I died. Borol suddenly felt that he understood Rennes, and understood the true meaning of trying to survive.

He stood up slowly, and suddenly murmured: "Damn, you still owe me a gamble ..." The scenery in front of me was blurry, was the night darker? The fog still wets the eyelashes, God knows.

"Kill! Kill a few more English guys and see you off!" Borol laughed, taking the young recruit named William Downer who replaced Baru, carrying the mp-44 assault rifle with his head Without going back, he walked to a position not far away.

The long night is still long, no one is doomed to sleep this night. The smell of sea water and the breath of blood filled the air, refreshing and refreshing.