Chapter 420

Of course, not all the British * teams, like the Norwich armored brigade, are in charge of funny. At least in Cromer, the soldiers of the 2nd Coast Guard regiment of the 5th army are not here to be funny.

After the soldiers of the akkado Youth League of the SS captured Buckton almost bloodlessly, they set the direction of attack on Cromer. However, when they launched an attack on this target, they experienced another cruel test like landing on the beach.

The fighting was so fierce that it was hard to imagine. The British fought back fiercely in every block and every building. They held fast to any place they could hold on to by class or platoon.

According to the records, a British light plane shooter was hiding at the corner, leaving no way to retreat. After he shot and killed three German soldiers, he was killed in the position by snipers. He didn't move his body until he died.

A British team fought to the death in the building. After repelling the German attack, the building was destroyed by shells. The whole team was killed in the building they were fighting to defend. Next to them, another group of British soldiers also looked at death as if they were dead. After luring five German soldiers into the building, they launched a white-edged battle. After killing all the German soldiers, they were annihilated by the German soldiers outside with iron fist bazookas.

In the end, they were shot by German snipers, killed in buildings by German blowers and bazookas, sometimes they refused to surrender when they ran out of bullets, until the German grenades were thrown into their basement, still holding bayonets.

In Buckton, three hours after the battle in the city ended, the British garrison surrendered its weapons to the German army, while the same German army was in Cromer. After five hours of fierce fighting, the British garrison still sent a message that made Montgomery very proud: we are still holding our ground, long live the king.

However, bravery is not the patent of the British, the Germans also have their perseverance and persistence. There is no doubt about the combat effectiveness of the German army. If you can name it after the head of state, you can imagine what kind of existence it is.

The whole regiment are believers of the great German Party between the ages of 18 and 20. They love the head of state, akkado? Rudolph, vowing to support the Fuehrer is better than cherishing his own life. The fighting of the real regiment is so fierce that it is almost reckless. For them, death in battle means the same thing as sublimating their soul to be with the head of state. These young soldiers are fanatical and radical. They can sleep peacefully in the mass of praising the head of state every day.

So while the British are fighting against the invaders in their mind, these young people of the akado Youth League are also defending every inch of the territory of the head of state in their mind. These young people yelled and jumped out of the trenches, ignored the death of their companions, and strode forward. With indifference and killing, they proved their unreserved love for the head of state to everyone.

It is their dream to kill all who dare to challenge the head of state; It is their task to kill all that has prevented the rise of Germany! Their specialty is killing, and they will only destroy and destroy. Proving loyalty needs their own blood, proving ability needs the enemy's blood, so what they need to do is to let the blood flow here.

They used flamethrowers to drive away the British soldiers hiding in high-rise buildings, ignoring the crying children and civilians at their feet. They pointed at the beautiful girl in the dress with the black muzzle of the gun, and they used grenades to deal with the lonely old man on crutches.

Don't tell them any pity and sympathy. When they decided to die for the head of state and Germany, they already sold their souls to the devil. Now they only know how to stop the killing of people and the killing of Buddha! Killing unarmed civilians is as common as drinking water or sleeping.

This is the war. This is the war that turns people into ghosts. When people in peacetime are excited to kill a cat or beat a child, people who climb up in the ruins of war only have sad dull eyes.

Dead, dull, cold eyes to the extreme, cruel to the extreme, sad to the extreme, the only thing left is suffocating dull. How can such ridiculous things appear in real battlefields? How can such things in novels really come true?

When the bullet goes through the head of a comrade in arms less than half a meter away from you, and the blood and brain are splashed on your cheek; When you raise your gun to fly the enemy's arm and punch him in the stomach, watch him fall to the ground and cry for his mother until he dies; When you open the safety ring and throw the grenade into the room, wait until the explosion waves blow away the door panel, and rush into the room, only to see the bodies of children everywhere; When you look at a kind old man who is shaking, one hand waving a white flag, the other hand holding a grenade, laughing and dying with your comrades in arms

Do you think you'll keep your eyes sharp and deep? Do you think you're going to be scared of killing people? Do you think you can be invincible in this environment? You think you will be a soldier 2 who teases with beautiful women in the street. 0 upgrade? Don't tease me, brother.

You don't even bother to wipe your dusty boots. Your cigarettes are always in the most convenient pocket full of bullets. You always wear the kind of clothes with the most pockets. You can't remember that you haven't brushed your teeth for more than ten days. You don't shave your beard for several weeks. You can't see the mosquito bites. Your clothes are full of dried blood and mud, If you don't have time to clean your socks, you just stick them in your pocket until they are dry and then wear them. If you have money, you can either gamble or find a stripper to spend it immediately. You only need to keep a few of these habits. What abnormal girls are willing to fall in love with you?

Most of the people who really come down from the battlefield are walking corpses. They are used to aiming and firing at moving targets, curling up in the corner and sleeping with guns under their heads, crossing the road in one breath and then making a setback at every corner, People who can leave this hell alive are the most cautious and skilled killing machines. They don't hesitate to fire on every suspicious target, even the elderly, children and women. They try their best to integrate themselves into the ruins, There is no difference between dirt and rubbish, bricks and other roadside debris. Fighting destroys everyone's soul and turns people into bloodthirsty monsters. He turned a group of civilized models who blushed and apologized after stepping on other people's feet on the bus into murderers who shot each other in the head and had to put two more shots on the corpse. The machine gun rang out again. The bullet cut through the air and hit the window of the opposite building, splashing a piece of white smoke. The Grenadier commander kept his eyes fixed on the suppressed target, and then extended his hand to make a forward gesture. Behind him, one soldier after another, carrying his own weapons, bent down and ran to the other side of the street as fast as possible, and then quickly set out the same attack formation there. Another shot came from the sniper's position on the top of the building. Not far away from the broken window, a British soldier fell on the windowsill, his rifle dangling around his neck. The body's head and arms protruded out of the window, and the blood trickled down the outer wall of the building. More and more blood, like a leaky bottle, finally dyed the whole windowsill wall bright red. At this time of fighting, the British garrison is struggling rather than fighting to death. Behind them is their home, so they can't and are not willing to surrender. However, they really have no way to drive away the Germans. They can only rely on their own blood and life and delay time every minute. At 3:15 p.m., the 2nd Coast Guard regiment of the 5th British army sent out the last telegram: we have tried our best. The German army is just tens of meters ahead. We will stick to the last moment. Long live the British Empire! Then the regiment lost contact. According to the combat log of the akkado youth regiment in Germany, at 3:21 p.m. on February 15, German soldiers occupied the core building of Cromer and planted the German flag in the building where the regiment headquarters of the 2nd Coast Guard regiment of the 5th British army was located“ Yes, I get it. I get it. I will immediately inform the general that congratulations on your successful completion of the scheduled task... Fuehrer akado? Long live Rudolph. " Inside the front-line headquarters of the German a group army in Buckton, the chief of staff put down his phone. He went to general lundstedt, who was staring at the map, and stood at attention to salute: "long live the Fuehrer! Your excellency, the Youth League of the head of SS has successfully captured Cromer. The British garrison has resisted tenaciously. They have lost about 500 soldiers. Now they are in place. Congratulations, general. Our army has overfulfilled its combat mission. "“ Montgomery, the British general who scares the yuan capital... Here you are at last. " Staring at the map, general lundstete held his chin and murmured, "are you going to cross this river and fight my 2nd Armored Division head on? Or is he going to take a detour to recapture the ruins of Cromer? " Just when the German commanders were struggling, Montgomery was staring at the map in a daze. He didn't know how many defensive forces Germany had deployed along the river in front of him, but he knew that once he hit the German armored forces, he would probably suffer a big loss, so he hoped that there would be no German tanks in his counterattack direction. As for the fact that the Navy cut off the German supply lines, he did not even think about it now.