Chapter 411

Everyone knew that the Germans were coming, and just a few hours ago, German Paratroopers had parachuted down in the area behind them. They knew that hundreds of German soldiers had begun to attack them, destroying roads, occupying bridges and even killing their wives and children. But as British soldiers guarding the coastline, they can do nothing.

German bombers flew across the beach like locusts, leaving behind Cheng's incendiary bombs and bombs. The surface positions were destroyed, and even some important blockhouses were destroyed into a pile of ruins.

The British garrison is not strong enough, it's not strong enough - there are only about 500 of them guarding the beach, and nearly 50 of them were killed by the bombing. The reinforcements are more than ten kilometers away, and it is estimated that they have been blocked by German Paratroopers on the road. What they can rely on are some defensive positions 50 years ago, including the two old-fashioned fort that have been blown down by Stuka.

In the slight sea breeze, the British soldiers with machine gun butts on their shoulders suddenly widened their eyes, because on the coastline, one after another German ships appeared, of different sizes and in great disorder.

On the coastline, one after another German soldiers jumped into the icy water, letting the piercing water of February pour into their boots and stimulate their thighs. More boats don't even have engines. They are "lifeboats" rowed by human power. After they rush onto the beach, no one will pay attention to these things. All the soldiers are trying to find a hidden cover.

"Suddenly! Suddenly British machine guns began to fire. Bullets rained down on the German soldiers on the beach. In an instant, dozens of German soldiers fell down, and more people quickly fell down in the cold sea with the sound of gunfire.

The bullet hit the side of the wooden boat and made the wood chips splash everywhere. The German soldiers on the ship had not had time to jump into the water before they were easily penetrated by bullets and fell on their comrades in arms.

The soldiers yelled and continued to push forward, trying to get over the dense barbed wire and cement barriers. But the first engineer who tried to cut the barbed wire was riddled with bullets, and the second one flew his arm. Then no one wanted to easily try to break the barbed wire.

The German soldiers moved slowly through the barrage of bullets. Even the veterans who had experienced the war between Poland and France had never met such a bloody and cruel counterattack. The British defensive positions were full of flames and the sands were full of blood. All this is just like hell on earth, which makes the German follow-up landing troops who climb the Shanghai Coast very frightened.

A medical guard was trying his best to rescue his wounded. He tried to help his comrades stop the bleeding with a tourniquet, but before he could press the wound of the other side, he was shot through the head with a bullet.

The helmets were easily punctured, the corpses were stacked with corpses, and hundreds of German soldiers were killed on the beach. Even in the beachhead where the British had no terminal, it was still a kind of extravagant hope to move forward.

It seems that God thought that the German people were not dead and wounded enough, and the British artillery also joined in the slaughter. All kinds of explosions occurred one after another on the beach, and the German army suffered even more casualties. The blast carried mutilated bodies into the sky, masking the cries and abuse of German soldiers.

Looking out of the British garrison's bunker, there were groups of German soldiers, half immersed in the sea, moving slowly and densely. There's no need to aim at them at all. As long as you keep shooting, you can send these German landing soldiers who don't know whether they are alive or dead to hell.

"Suddenly! Suddenly, suddenly It seems that the machine guns in the hands of the British soldiers who have the absolute advantage never stop. These poorly trained British garrison troops found that there was no difference between war and game. They kept killing their opponents, but they couldn't even fight back.

"Ha ha! Damn Krauts! Go to hell A British machine gunner behind the bunker, laughing loudly, kept pulling the trigger and shooting bullets at the helpless German soldiers on the beach.

The oppressive feeling of the British garrison brought by the bombing for a long time seems to have been fully vented at this moment. The bullet of revenge can finally hit the chest of the German soldiers and make their blood red the whole beach. Watching the German soldiers struggling and crying on the beach, the British garrison's heart suddenly had an inexplicable pleasure.

After paying the lives of hundreds of soldiers and being tortured and killed by British soldiers on the beach for more than ten minutes, the German soldiers seem to remember that they didn't come here to die.

Ten kilometers away, the Italian battleship Rome finally opened fire, and its main guns burst into flames. The shell howled in the air because it was too fast and hit a machine gun position on the British beachhead in a flash.

The huge shock wave lifted the surrounding sand into the air, and the reinforced concrete fortification more than one meter thick was like a sand sculpture. At this time, the British felt the real pressure, because with the firing of the main guns of the battleship, the German big and small guns finally made their own voice, and there was a sea of fire on the beach.

With artillery support, the Germans found self-confidence. They began to cut the barbed wire with iron tongs and clear the obstacles at the beach with blasting barrels and iron fist rockets. Soon, with a loud bang of the blasting barrel, the barbed wire was blasted to open a path, and several British trenches and scattered soldiers around were also cleaned up. Most of the German soldiers who just complained about the bad cold weather at sea now bite their teeth and don't speak. Only a few minutes ago did they really see the real bad environment and the real bloody battlefield. They carried their weapons, bent over the barbed wire and the bodies, and rushed as fast as they could into the British trenches. After all, the British soldiers in the trenches will not wait to die. They are still aiming and shooting, fighting back desperately. It's just that the German firepower density at this time is much higher than their British counterparts. The voices of G43 and mp-44 fire one after another. The British garrison's trench has just been cut into a gap, and most of it is lost in a flash“ Attack! They're done! " A company commander with an mp-44 assault rifle urged his men to move forward, shouting: "throw grenades into all the bunkers! We don't want captives Yes, no prisoners! This is not a just or evil war. People are bleeding here. They are lying dead here, enjoying the pleasure brought by the killing, and treating their enemies with bloodier revenge. It was a complete massacre. At first, the people guarding the beach slaughtered the people who tried to land on the coast. Later, they became the people who got a firm foothold on the coast and slaughtered the people guarding the coast crazily. When shooting, apart from indifference and taking things for granted, there will be no more pity and sympathy in the mind. In this time, civilization can provide more efficient killing weapons, and morality and integrity become worthless. The British soldier who raised his hand to surrender was shot in the head by the German soldier whose comrades had just died. Before jumping into the trench, one grenade after another was thrown into the bunker like no money. A German soldier kicked open the door behind the machine gun bunker. The grenadiers who had been prepared nearby threw two or three hand grenades into the bunker. Then the blast came out of the machine gun hole of the bunker. The British soldiers screamed inside, accompanied by a deafening explosion. More and more German soldiers rushed to the beach to meet them, not the cheers of their comrades in arms, but the bright red water and the broken limbs. There are piles of corpses that are beyond recognition. There are corpses that are pushed into a straight line by the waves. There are corpses that extend all the way to the barbed wire in the distance. There are corpses on the edge of the trench in the distance... Corpses, corpses, corpses everywhere. In just a few minutes, the German landing forces lost more than 2000 elite soldiers on the beach less than 100 meters away. A soldier whose arm was broken by a bullet is looking for the part he lost on the beach. Several medical soldiers are helping a wounded soldier with no leg to stop bleeding. Not far away, engineers are building a pontoon wharf to load and unload the coming materials. Further away, a few of the only landing ships are unloading tank 3, and engineers are helping the tank find a way to drive on the muddy and soft beach. There is no applause, no laughter, only a few wearing a white blouse, holding a cross of the army priest, in the face of the body without a soul constantly draw the Holy Cross. This is the whole ceremony to welcome the follow-up troops“ My God A German soldier with a rifle on the beach stumbled over a corpse and said to himself, "what have they been through?" An old soldier followed him, looking at the pink water pouring into his boots, hobbling along and whispering, "boy, this is just the beginning. There will be more wars in the future! " British artillery shells still aimlessly hit the beach, from time to time forced the German landing forces to lie down to avoid some. Not far away from the British garrison's line of defense, the continuing gunfight continued without any sign of a halt. Obviously, the British also know that if the German gets a firm foothold on the beach, Britain will lose almost everything.