Battle of the Third Reich

Miguel, the first platoon of the first platoon of the first company of the second battalion of the second battalion of the third infantry division of the German third infantry division, is now in a very depressed mood.

"This is the third time in a week, I must have been cursed, maybe I should go to a priest to talk about it." The top soldier stood in the trench, wearing only one pair of pants all over his body, and he slammed the gray one. The military trousers were then hung on a wooden board placed on the side of the trench, and on the other side of the board was his Type 36 field uniform.

"This is really ridiculous." Miguel said angrily. "When I see me falling, no one wants to pull me."

"Attention, Miguel, I'm staring at you, you have become a joke of the entire battalion." Sergeant Major Rudolph sat on an ammunition box by the trench, wearing a uniform in the upper body and only a big pants in the lower body, His mp40 submachine gun was lying on his knee.

"The sun is out and will dry soon. You have good luck and a medal is easy to get to." Rudolph took off his army boots, pulled out his soaked socks, and started to lay on his soaked white feet.

At midnight on the 20th, the report returned by the naval diving combat engineers shocked the entire landing command. The German commander's headquarters envisioned dozens of unexpected situations and disposal methods for this operation, such as what to do if an enemy heavy artillery attack was encountered. What to do if you encounter a minefield obstruction, and what to do if the first wave of landings is blocked on the beach, there is no one about what to do if the enemy runs out and no one is over the position.

The conservative character of Admiral von Bock made him immediately fall into the **** of choice. Should he start the landing immediately, or should he report to the headquarters and judge the headquarters again, this is a big problem. Bock is worried that this report is a trap deliberately laid out by the British, so rash action will definitely lead to disaster, and that if the situation is true, then he is clearly delaying a once-in-a-lifetime fighter.

Bock was caught in a dilemma, as the commander of the landing cluster. His hesitation must not be exposed before his subordinates, because this will be regarded as weak by his subordinates, which directly affects his authority. This is the education that Bok received since he was a child. He is a standard old Junker officer, every rib. Engraved with militarism.

Time passed like this one minute and one second, all the staff of the headquarters were waiting for the commander-in-chief to make a decision. Bock’s headquarters has always followed an extremely strict hierarchy system, and his subordinates never dared to cross the line, everyone can only I watched the great opportunity slowly slipping away from my hands. Fortunately. There is a person in this headquarters who does not care about the level of authority, he only believes in his judgment.

"Commander, why haven't you ordered it yet? The Navy report is very clear. Although I don't know what went wrong with the British, it is clear that this is an opportunity given to Germany by God. We should start the operation immediately." Guderian pushed away The cabin door rushed in, and he excitedly waved his cane and said loudly to Bock.

"But. We have no further investigation report. I think the head should be reported first and let him make a decision."

Bock has always had a good impression of Guderian. He thinks this person is a very good tactical commander. Perhaps it is capable of commanding a group army, but it is only a little lack of qualifications and experience, and its background is slightly lower, not a Junker noble. But it is also regarded as a gentry family. Two generations of soldiers can barely be placed in the army. Especially recently. Bock found that the new head of state seemed to have a good eye for Guderian. He often asked him about his current situation at regular meetings. In several battles, he often assigned important tasks. The sighted people knew at a glance that Guderian's future was absolutely limitless.

"I think we can start right away. The fastest flight time is two hours. There is enough time for the headquarters to reply. At that time, whether the order is forward or retreat, we can have a flexible grasp." Gu Derian looked at Bock earnestly, hoping to persuade the other party.

"Well, since you insist, I think this is a good way." Bok was persuaded by Guderian. This is indeed the best of both worlds. He couldn't help but add some points to Guderian's evaluation. . But other hastily interrupted the thinking of superior officers, ignoring the army's sacred hierarchy and the like, and looking at the head of state, Bock should not have happened.

The German landing fleet began to pressurize the fire from the morning of the 20th, and it could be started at any time. With the command of the headquarters, the huge fleet began to move slowly, and various transport ships carefully left the berth. Group their respective positions in the plan and head towards the vast sea.

The moon was bright that night, and the formation of the ship was very smooth. The command of the maritime voyage was carried out by the landing ferry headquarters of the navy. All ships were kept silent by radio, and they only depended on the lights to communicate with each other. , Silently transmitting various commands. The gray ship shadow pupil on the sea under the moonlight, the bow of the ship between the stars flashes a little bit of starlight, like entering a fairytale fairyland.

When they arrived at the midline of the strait, the fleet from Calais joined the convoy, and the number of ships in the entire convoy reached an astonishing 180, not counting the small ships such as landing craft, otherwise this number will Break through five hundred immediately.

At 3 o'clock in the morning on the d-day, the German landing fleet reached the sea off Deere. From the shore, the fleet on the sea was densely boundless, giving the illusion that the entire world's ships were concentrated in this sea area.

Landing at night is not in the German plan, because poor vision can cause unnecessary confusion, and it also hinders the landing troops from finding the right landing point and countering the enemy's attack. But the current situation is different from the previous concerns. The moonlight is very bright, the beach on the coast is very clear, there is no one on the beach, the coast is dark, the only light is that the navy divers are using portable signal lights to the ship. The team sent a contact signal.

Such a huge fleet of ships was parked in the open sea, and such a large coast did not respond at all. If this is a trap for the British, then how strong should the hearts of these British people be, how tough are their nerves. Under such heavy pressure, since restraint and patience can be maintained.

"It seems that there is really no one to defend this place, and the Navy is right." Bock stood on the platform of the command module, using a pair of high-powered glasses to carefully observe the coast, although he saw nothing.

"Awesome, it's awesome. The head of state is indeed the angel sent by God to revive Germany. This is the landing place he chose. This is the landing place he chose. God, there is no enemy to defend. This is a Miracle, Goodrian, this is a miracle!"

Burke was suddenly excited. The old soldier now had no idea what words he should use to express his respect for Xu Jun. The scene in front of him was nothing but a miracle. There is no other way to explain it. With some mysticism, he fell down completely at the feet of God's apostle.

"Yes, this is a miracle. I now believe that the head of state is under the care of God. Your commander, we will enter the history as a witness and an executor of this miracle. I feel extremely excited and glorious."

Guderian also felt a bit numb in the back of his head. Bock did not say that he hadn't thought about it yet, but now he mentioned it. Guderian felt that there was something in it. Looking at the sky above, Guderian quickly made a cross on his chest.

In the moonlight, the Germans began to act in an orderly manner as planned. Because of the early landing time. Half of the area on the beach is now submerged by seawater. The strait is currently at low tide time, and the coastline is slowly being delayed over time, according to the timetable. Between five and six o'clock in the morning, the entire beach will not be exposed.

In any case, only one company of naval diving combat engineers is defending the beachhead position. They must be given immediate support. The divers only conducted a short-range search of the surrounding area, and sent several early warning observation posts. Although these navy divers claim to be combat engineers, they actually only have a submachine gun, two magazines and a grenade all over the body. Each person also carries a box of "blue terrier" for mine clearance, a kind of 200 grams. The plastic box contains explosives with pre-made detonator holes, which can be detonated as long as the detonator is inserted. These weapons and ammunition are only enough for them to use in self-defense and escape. If they really encounter a normal-intensity positional warfare, it is not enough to persist for two minutes.

The first wave of landing was the infantry landing craft. These flat-bottomed concrete ships had buoyancy compartments on the side and unexpectedly shallow draughts. After being loaded with half a row of twenty-four officers and soldiers, they were only half a meter away and were equipped with German-specific external motor engines. There is no rudder, all rely on propeller deflection to adjust course.

The seawater is still receding, but the additional depth gives the landing craft more leeway. The first forty landing crafts were lined up in two rows, five meters apart horizontally, rushing towards the beach head almost side by side. At 20 meters away from the shoreline, the pilot felt that the bottom of the ship had rubbed against the bottom of the sea, and he immediately broke Moving the gear on the motor handle, the propeller began to reverse, the landing boat decelerated quickly, and then the bow gently rested on the beach.

"Fast, hurry, all get off the boat." The platoon whispered to his subordinates. Without waiting for the bow of the bow to lie flat, the platoon officer waved his pistol and jumped onto the springboard, and the result jumped into the knee-deep water, struggling swiftly and lurching towards the landing place.

The beach was full of German soldiers wriggling, all of them were carrying weapons and struggling towards the coast carefully. Although it has been explained above that no Englishman was found on the shore, the above words can only be heard halfway. The main thing is to rely on your own eyes. This is a veteran's life-saving experience. These are veterans, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Miguel was one of the first infantry to land. He carried a mg34 in the middle of their squad, in front of the squad leader and signal soldier, beside him was the assistant shooter of the machine gun, and the rifle soldiers were scattered on both wings.

"Did you know that the seawater-soaked trousers should be washed with fresh water, and my boots are finished, and the oil I just brushed this morning." Miguel was holding the machine gun, staring nervously at the beach and mouthing. Li said in a nagging way.

"Shut up, pay attention to your surroundings, and keep quiet." The squad leader lowered his voice and yelled, and also gave Miguel a fierce glance.

Miguel pouted, and it was too dark to be seen. Suddenly he felt his feet empty, and his body turned involuntarily to the side.

"Hey..." Miguel wanted to hold the deputy shooter beside him, only to find that the conditioned reflex jumped aside, and the machine gunner grabbed two in vain in the air, and then planted one. Poured into the sea at the beach.

The German infantrymen pushed each other up the sand slope, and now the platoon deputy had stood on the top of the **** and shook hands with the navy submarine captain to celebrate the victory of the division.

"We searched the fortresses on both sides, which are old castles, not the kind of concrete mentioned in the information. We are really afraid that we made a mistake. Finally, we went to the town and carefully checked the street signs. Is there smoke?" Sven The captain took the cigarette case from the sergeant's platoon and pulled out a stick to his mouth.

The deputy pulled out the lighter from his pocket and then hesitantly looked to the left and right. "It doesn't matter?"

"Don't worry, there's no one here." Sven lit a cigarette, took a sip, and then waved a smile to the infantrymen armed with rifles.

"I need a platoon, and I don’t have enough manpower. In the castle over there, we found hundreds of British infantrymen, all of them drunk and unconscious. My people are still on the defensive position, so we can only collect the weapons and lock them. With the ammunition depot, I think it’s better to concentrate and watch before they wake up."

"Understood, Captain, I immediately led people over, a row, come with me." The platoon deputy saluted the captain, and then led a naval diver to the distant castle.

The captain of the navy turned to look at the beach. The first wave of the landing craft had already returned from the beach to the sea, turned around and headed towards the transport ship in the distance. It can be clearly seen in the moonlight that in the distance there is another wave of landing boats lined up neatly toward the beach.

Suddenly, Swain found something unusual on the sea near the beach. It seemed to be dozens of irregular triangle waves, splashing snow and white water on the sparkling sea.

"Torpedo? Submarine?" Sven looked up the telescope in doubt, and found that the triangle waves seemed to be some kind of wake. Between the waves, he vaguely saw a gray tubular object that exposed the sea.

Under Swan’s curious gaze, the pipe rose higher and higher, and a huge tank gun suddenly came out of the water, pointing fiercely at the night sky, followed by the tank’s front armor, front half body, turret, and finally the whole A number four tank emerged from the sea.

The wet car body gleamed in the cold light under the moonlight, the tracks were spinning rapidly, breaking the sea water, and the steel beast roared to the beach. The first wave of twelve No. 4 tanks quickly drove through the shoal, rolled over the beach head, and stopped on the half-sand beach that was already exposed. The turrets of each vehicle turned to two wings. .

"Oh, this is a diving tank! Great, do you think we should report it and let us distribute some of it above, we can form a naval diving combat engineer diving armor company." Sven drew a cigarette, two His eyes gleamed, and he said, eagerly pulling the shoulders of his side.

"You said diving twice, sir." Even the deputy squinted at the excited boss.

"Because it is important..." (Unfinished, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!