Battle of the Third Reich

Fred wiped a sweat mixed with dirt and smoky smoke on his face, and was facing the steel helmet that was being knocked. He had just carried out a very dangerous maneuver, and three British bullets were left on the m35. Scratches.

"Continue shooting! Guys. Hold on, our reinforcements have come!"

Fred shouted loudly against the thick pillars of the church's surrounding wall, shouting at several riflemen curled up under a wall three meters away.

"Our bullets are finished, sir."

An infantryman quickly showed Freed's platoon leader his 98k rifle empty magazine.

"Then stay there and don't move, you will be replenished soon. Do you still have grenades?"

"There is one more, sir."

Another infantry curled up with difficulty, and pulled an m24 grenade from the boot.

"give it to me."

Fred waved to the soldier.

"Throw it over."

The soldier carefully threw the grenade at Fred.

"You stay here, try to attract the attention of the British, do you hear clearly?"

"Clear, sir, but what should we do?" an infantry shouted in doubt.

"Let the British think you still have ammunition, fool."

Fred tightened the jaws of the helmet and leaned down to prepare for another maneuver.

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

Throwing out a irresponsible admonishment, Fred cat hurried towards the other pillar with his waist.

"Have you heard? Don't hurt yourself. Do you know what to do?"

A first-class soldier turned his head and smiled bitterly to the other soldiers.

"What else can I do, just follow suit."

Another first-class soldier quickly squatted up and picked up his 98k pointing not far away. A window spitting muzzle flame pulled the trigger, and at the same time a "poo" was also voiced as a voice. Then the brave actor It quickly retracted under the wall like a rabbit who was shot.

"It's okay now, you have made them angry."

German infantry soldiers crouched under the wall with their helmets, machine gun bullets mixed with brick debris and iron fence fragments ripped off by the bullets raging wildly a few centimeters above their heads.

"These guys are doing really well."

Fred leaned against another pillar with a gasp, he glanced at the machine gun that had shifted the target and fired it with applause.

"We are running out of ammunition and the casualties are very serious, sir."

The squad leader lay aside and spoke loudly about Fred.

"I know, these are useless now, sergeant. I just came from the side of the fence, and many soldiers have no ammunition. Now they have to cover the car... I don't care what it is, anyway, I have to cover it. Get here safely, I think there must be the assistance we urgently need now. Tell the soldiers to attack with all our strength, otherwise we will all die here."

Fred gritted his teeth and lifted his binoculars toward the distant "monster" who was rushing towards himself.

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"Wolf, pay attention, keep the tail facing the church, left, left, where did you learn to drive?"

Lieutenant Nimitz stared nervously at his side mirror, his mouth still continually expressing his opinions.

Wolf felt that the little baby who was so stinky was really annoying to the extreme. He had never seen such annoying guy, and still in this situation.

Caorich also felt that Lieutenant Nimitz seemed to have a tendency to make a vigorous transition, although he also knew that this was one of the normal reactions of young officers entering the battlefield for the first time. However, this little guy was really annoying, and Caorich began to wonder if he agreed that the rookie’s decision to participate in this assault was correct.

"Nimitz, shut up and let Wolfe concentrate on driving!"

Caorich finally yelled loudly.

However, when Caorich saw the innocent and wronged expression of Lieutenant Nimitz, the strong commando captain couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. This was just a child.

Shaking his head, Caorich sighed.

"I think the distance is almost enough, let's start, don't sit silly, Lieutenant Nimitz."

Caorich turned to one leg and knelt on the seat, holding the machine gun **** on the rear window of the cab.

"You come to be a deputy shooter and load bullets quickly. You have been trained like this."

Cao Liqiang could not bear to look at Nimitz's re-excited expression, he ordered coldly.

"Okay, sir."

Nimitz hurriedly pulled out two machine gun magazines from under the seat, opened one of them, and pulled out a 50-round chain.

"Try to be as stable as possible, Wolf." Caorich ordered.

"I'm trying my best, sir, this wilderness is not as flat as I thought." Wolff replied loudly, holding the steering wheel tightly.

Nimitz climbed up the seat with the chain, he skillfully opened the machine gun case and caught the chain guide part on the ammunition, and then closed the elastic pressure plate.

"It's done well. The training you have undergone is not in vain, Ensign."

Caorich nodded slightly, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and snapped his fingers on the trigger of the machine gun.

Suddenly, the crisp and clear shooting sound of mg34 sounded in the cab. With the short three-shot short shots and seven long-shot shots, the metal bullet chain hanging on the bounce hole extended its length quickly, and the rain of the shell shell Like falling.

The shell fell to the side of Wolf's helmet and a crisp jingle sounded. The sergeant major quickly tightened his neck. It sounded stupid to be scalded by the shell, not to mention the battle injury badge.

"German shooting is not accurate, sir."

Putting down the telescope and talking to Todd, his boss is now standing sideways on the other side of the window, also holding a pair of telescopes in his hand.

"Yeah, but this is more of a headache, Captain."

Todd's fast side, a stray bullet left a bullet hole on the window sill that was still smoking.

"They have done a great job, and that thing does not seem to be a stable shooting platform."

The lucky British major said while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"What should we do now, sir, we can't stop that thing from going forward."

"Try your best, Fent, I think our plan is about to change again. I'll go to the German colonel, and you tell Thor and Stevenson to let them stop the German attack at all costs."

"but now...."

"No, but this is an order. Tell them two, whatever method they use, they must prevent the Germans from approaching the church. In addition, let them concentrate their troops as much as possible..."

"You mean, are we ready to break through?"

"It depends on the situation. Now, Captain Fent, go and give orders immediately."

"Sir, the German car is only one hundred meters away from the surrounding wall." The machine gunner shouted loudly.

"Got it, soldier, continue shooting." Stevenson replied coldly.

"Sir, I'll take a few people to rush out and blow up the car!" The talking man began to insert a German-made grenade into his waist.

"Are you crazy? Soldiers, you will blow yourself up as soon as you go out, return to your post and continue shooting..." Stevenson replied coldly.

"Sir, Captain Fent is here."

"Soldier, continue shooting...oh? Captain Fent is here?"

Stevenson turned around and saw Fent running evasively down the corridor towards him. The second lieutenant patted the shoulder of the sergeant next to him, then stood up and greeted Fent with his waist.

"What? Concentrating troops? Preventing the Germans from approaching at all costs?"

Stevenson stared at Fent with a helpless expression.

"What is that old guy thinking? Concentrating troops? We have to defend such a large area, the manpower is not enough, even the wounded have joined the battle, and now he even asked us to gather the soldiers, how do we come Prevent the Germans from approaching.

You tell me, how do we tighten the defense line, and where can we tighten now? These two commands are completely contradictory. "

"I know exactly what you said, Stevenson, stop complaining. Now you should concentrate on your troops, and I have to inform Thor."

Fent struggled to free his sleeve from Stevenson.

"You know this, why didn't you mention it then?"

"Enough is enough. Don’t forget your identity. You are an officer. Obedience to orders is your bounden duty. Don’t get entangled in the contents of the orders. What you should do now is how to complete the tasks delivered to you, Ensign. "" Fendt scowled loudly with his hands frowning.

"So, obey, Mr. Captain."

Stevenson stepped back and gave a cold salute to the other party. Everyone could see Fent's current bluff. After the captain of the commando quickly returned a military salute, the cat hurriedly flew to the corner of the corridor as if he were running away. Rush away.

"Are you ready to run away in vain? This farce seems to be coming to an end. It is indeed time to prepare."

Looking at Fent's back in a hurry, Stevenson's mouth sneered.