V2.Chapter 36

September 18 is the second day of the market garden operation. Now the sun rises, which bodes well for the paratroopers of the first airborne division.

Not only can we see the enemy's movements clearly, it also means that the tank troops of the 30th army will come to reinforce, which was promised in advance by the supreme command.

On the contrary, the Germans concentrated all their frustration on a group of stubborn people, that is, the second battalion on the North Bank of Arnhem bridge.

At this time, Captain Paul, who completed the investigation task, ordered his Hohenstaufen division reconnaissance battalion to return to Arnhem north.

Because he learned by radio that a British force now occupied the North Bank of the bridge and was equipped with a large number of anti tank weapons.

9:30 a.m.

24 armored vehicles drove onto the reinforced concrete bridge deck in turn.

Munk, who just woke up, stood on the rooftop eating military rations. Then he heard a rumble, which can only be made by heavy vehicles.

So Munk raised his head. When he saw all kinds of tanks, his spirit was boosted. He grabbed Lu Li and shouted, "tanks! That's our ground troops!"

"No, that's German."

Lu Li shook his head, grabbed a piat and began to look for the enemy's personnel carrier.

However, others did not care about the move of land departure, especially on the other side of the position. Many soldiers stood up and waved their arms.

Until the tank muzzle rotated and was facing the headquarters where the battalion headquarters was located, the group of talents woke up and shouted, "pay attention to concealment, that's the enemy's armored forces!"

The black * flag printed under the gun barrel is particularly dazzling and chilling in the sun.

The time was too short for many people to respond. At the next moment, the gun barrel began to roar.

Lieutenant Colonel Frost's position was the target of fire gathering, but the school held by Lu Li was not spared, and two shells came with a sharp roar.

The explosion sounded on the second floor, and the resulting shock cracked the glass frame into countless fragments. The burnt ash like wood chips rained in all directions like holiday colored paper.

Under the protection of Lu Li, Munk, who was pressed under him, was not hurt much, while other soldiers standing on the rooftop were not so lucky.

Another shell landed ten meters to the left of the two people. The group died or were dying on the spot, and there were constant howls.

Shaking away the gravel and sawdust from his body, Lu Li turned aside and lay down. He felt that his internal organs had moved, and there was a smell of blood in his nose.

Meanwhile, stunned by the aftershock, Munk opened his eyes and muttered, "I'm dead."

Then he thought carefully and said, "I can't die. I'm talking."

"First class soldier, you owe me five lives. How are you going to pay it back?"

At the same time, Lu Li was carrying piat and pointed the aiming door at a personnel carrier.

With extraordinary skills, the driver turned sharply to the left and right, like a clever fish, not only avoided the wreckage of the vehicle left on the bridge last night, but also crossed two minefields——

That's a tler mine. It's not very powerful, but it can effectively stop the armored vehicle. The soldiers of company a specially laid it last night.

Under Munk's gaze, Lu Li pulled the trigger with his two fingers, and the armor piercing bullet instantly came out of the chamber, right in the cab, and the front of the car ignited a raging flame.

At the same time, with a roar, the soldiers who watched the war woke up and began to organize a counterattack.

In return, Lieutenant Colonel Frost's machine gun platoon took the lead in counterattack. The clattering of machine guns and the clattering of mortars resounded over the city.

For a moment, the scene was in a mess.

It seemed that the whole block was burning. A stray bullet mistakenly hit the tower of St. Eusebius church and hid there to rest. German snipers suddenly woke up. They looked at the golden pointer of the giant clock. It was spinning like a hint.

At the moment, Lu Li stared at the reimbursement truck and ordered monk who was still in a daze: "first class soldier, give me the armor piercing bullet."

"Ah... OK!"

Monk did not dare to look back. He quickly took out a shell from the wooden box and handed it to him, because he was afraid of seeing some terrible scenes.

In the next period of time, Lu Li specialized in attacking troop carrying trucks. For steel monsters equipped with heavy armor such as tanks, piat has limited effect. It's better to pick soft persimmons.

Those drivers also gradually realized that some Gunners stared at themselves, panicked and suddenly backed up, but they collided with the armored vehicle in the rear, causing a series of accidents.

History is so similar.

Just last night, the same was true of the convoy of Lu Li and captain Mackay. The combatants were directly halved, and a large number of supplies were lost.

Sideslip, overturn, gunfire, chaos.

On the bridge deck, there were more and more metal debris. Finally, only the leading tank crossed the bridge smoothly, while other vehicles and soldiers turned around and returned to the south bank.

In addition, Miller, hiding on the third floor, with the help of Henry, picked up the rocket launcher and stared at the tank. When it passed by, an armor piercing bullet broke the track, and the four German soldiers sitting inside abandoned their cars and fled.

The second battalion repulsed the enemy's elite troops again. The cries of British paratroopers came from both the headquarters and other positions:

“hi，Muhammad！”

This was the slogan shouted by the Arabs during the charge when the first airborne division fought in North Africa in 1942. Soon, it was quoted by the red demons. Everyone felt that this slogan had magic and could stimulate morale.

Munk didn't join in. He lay on his back on the concrete floor and looked at the sky, while the pungent smell of burning rubber tires lingered on the tip of his nose.

Lu Li opened the marching backpack, took out the antibiotic medicine prepared in advance, and told monk who had no fighting spirit: "it's estimated that in a while, I won't care about you and protect myself."

The reason why he said this was because he saw another pile of armored vehicles on the south bank, which were bigger and seemed to be Tiger tanks.

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

Monk sat up and leaned against the cement pillar. He felt like a cowardly soldier. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was afraid he would never wake up again.

Lu Li didn't know how to comfort monk. If it weren't for the blessing of blood, he would have collapsed in nightmarish battles.

Suddenly, a soldier shouted, "the enemy has surrendered!"

The sound grew louder and louder, and many wounded soldiers struggled to get up and look at the Arnhem bridge.

It was a German soldier. Holding a white flag, he carefully avoided burning vehicles and bodies and came to the circular position.

Seeing this, Lu Lipton, who was ready to explain his "last words", raised his head and lay on the handrail with Munk, who was also at a loss, paying attention to the strange German soldier.

Almost at the same time, major Gough, who was guarding the house behind, came up and shouted, "that's far enough! We hear you. Stop!"

A few seconds later, the German soldier looked up at the school facing the bridge and replied loudly: "my general said it was boring for both sides to argue!"

"He is willing to discuss arrangements for surrender."

Stiff English spread to the position. A soldier spat and whispered, "let him die."

The German soldiers waited for major Gough to reply. The major shrugged and prepared to respond that he had no authority. After all, Lieutenant Colonel frost was the best commander.

Somehow, monk stood up and said with a British joke, "we don't have enough facilities and venues to receive you as prisoners of war!"

"Sorry!"

The German soldier was obviously stunned. He almost couldn't hold the white flag stably: "what?"

Monk shouted in front of the whole battalion, "we want to do the same, but unfortunately we can't accept your surrender."

"Anything else?"

Words, laughter and whistles sounded, as if taunting the German soldier who persuaded him to surrender——

The guy glanced, stood at attention, turned and walked towards the south bank, which is now taken over by general Hamel.

A few minutes later, looking at the messenger he sent hanging his head and returning, Hamel put his hand on the steering wheel of the car and said expressionless, "flatten Anheng."