Battle of the Third Reich

"Boom..." A violent explosion sounded, awakening Sergeant Henderson asleep behind the dunes.

"What's the matter?" Henderson rubbed his face and stood up looking out from behind the sand dunes towards the beach.

The blast of air blew the dense fog away. I saw a black smoke slowly rising on the dense sand beach full of German bombs, and the three soldiers lay **** around the small crater. over there. Henderson heard their faint groans.

"Damn, why are they still sending bombs."

Henderson quickly awakened his companions.

"Hurry up, someone is injured, help me. Hurry up, don't sleep, **** it."

His men climbed up and down in his roar, followed Henderson to the dunes.

"There, sergeant." A soldier asked, and the fog covered everything on the beach again, and now the white piece of nothing could not be seen.

"In that direction, about two hundred feet. Follow me, be careful of your feet." Henderson ran down the sand dunes. His soldiers quickly followed and ran towards the beach.

"We can't see the situation around us now. It's very dangerous, Sergeant." a soldier called.

"Yeah, yesterday you also saw the end of a group of brethren. In order to save several engineers, a platoon was lying there."

"Yeah, isn't it ordering that no one but the engineers should enter the beach? Now our entire division is lying behind the dunes and standing by. Should we run out and report to the company commander first?"

"It's too late, they are still alive, but if they are not dragged back quickly, they will be dead. I can't watch those people die in front of me." Henderson ran on the beach with small steps, Eyes carefully observed the ground around him.

These **** Germans! Henderson cursed secretly in his heart. This was a nightmare, a **** nightmare. And all this started from yesterday afternoon.

On the morning of the 28th, the weather was very bad, as it was now. There was heavy fog, and in the afternoon, although the fog had dispersed, the weather did not turn fine. The gray sky made people feel depressed.

Sergeant Henderson was on duty with his squad at the harbor. In fact, their task was to clear the obstacles left behind by the German Air Force bombing the port two days ago. The port is now unrecognizable. The Germans blew it up into ruins three days ago, and they often bombed again or twice during these two days.

Yesterday afternoon they blew up the last dry dock here. Henderson is very strange, what are the Germans doing in the shipyard? Do they think we can go back to England in the dock? I really can't understand what the Germans think. Originally, the pier here was eight kilometers long and could accommodate any large ship, but now, the concrete embankment was blown up and the berths were completely destroyed. The last place where you can stop the boat is the simple trestle bridge at the other end of the port.

This trestle built by the French with wooden planks and piles can only allow eight people to walk side by side on it, but it is quite long and has a length of more than 1,000 meters. It's strange how the Germans let it go, maybe they also think that this kind of thing is useless. Henderson had no hope for the pile of wood, but now he knows that he only wants to leave here by the way of Qiaoqiao.

Henderson heard the rumor that the War Department would withdraw the expeditionary force back to Britain two days ago, and the series of orders issued by the expeditionary force over the past two days also confirmed the authenticity of this rumor. In fact, when the four divisions were surrounded, Henderson knew that the war could not be fought anyway, and retreat was the only way. General Cogot was still in Arras for a day before he began to withdraw to Dunkerque. As a result, the Germans were now trapped in the port behind a clip on both sides.

I heard that the British mainland is looking for ways to rescue the expeditionary troops back to Britain, and Henderson prayed that the adults would come up with a way to come up. Now Henderson’s food has been reduced to one-quarter of the usual. If they still don’t want to save themselves out, Henderson may have to start thinking about how to eat a bean in three meals.

"Sergeant, help us." A soldier called, and he was working hard with other soldiers to push a chimney across the road to the side.

"Okay, let's work hard together." Henderson hurried over, leaning his shoulder on the huge wreckage.

"One two three, hard!"

As the soldiers worked hard together, the chimney was finally pushed slowly to the side of the road.

"Haha, really heavy."

Henderson wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeves, picked up the kettle and drank.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect the German heavy artillery to be so powerful that it could blow it out so far." A soldier said, patting the chimney on the side.

"Yeah." Henderson nodded, then looked back at the tall mast rising out of the water.

Which ship is this chimney on? Henderson is not clear. When the three small cargo ships arrived at the port last night, the whole port area was sensational. Everyone thought it was finally saved. The great British Royal Navy had opened up the channel to supply the expeditionary force from the sea. As long as there were enough supplies, they were confident to continue the battle.

At that time, the three ships were arranged on the only berth of more than 100 meters available on the dock. The excited soldiers unloaded the cargo from the ship within an hour. Since it was already dark, the three freighters were preparing to return again early the next morning, and General Gott arranged a group of seriously wounded people on the ship that night, allowing them to withdraw to Britain first.

But no one expected that just as early as today, the sound of the aircraft sounded over the harbor, followed by the bombardment of the German long-range artillery. Each of these cargo ships hit at least three heavy artillery shells and sank in ten minutes. Into the sea. When Henderson arrived, the wreckage fragments of the three ships were all over the ground, and only the mast and a pile of floating boards remained on the water. None of the poor wounded and sailors could Escape.

At that time, many people burst into tears at the scene. But Henderson knew that some of them were not crying for the wounded and the sailors. They were crying for the slim prospect of the expeditionary army. Due to the sinking of those three freighters, the eight-kilometer-long wharf was completely scrapped since then.

After lunch, Henderson received an order that he take his squad to the pier to participate in the clearing of obstacles. He knew this was to prepare for retreat. At present, only the east bridge can be used, but the road leading to the trestle is now full of the wreckage of the destroyed dock. Only after cleaning up can large forces pass. When they arrived there, they found that hundreds of people were already working there. The infantry used the Bren machine gun car to drag the large pieces of debris aside and remove the large pieces of concrete and gravel. Pushing the blackened quay machinery into the sea, the whole scene was busy with heat. Henderson and his men immediately rolled up their sleeves and joined the ranks of the soldiers.

"What time is it?" Henderson felt his team should take a break.

"It's 3:45, sergeant." A soldier carefully took a pocket watch out of his arms and looked at it.

"Take a break. Everyone goes to the tent over there to drink." Henderson put down his crowbar, patted the dust on his body, and walked toward the water station on the side of the dock. His soldiers also put down their jobs and followed their chiefs while walking to the tents while he was giggling.

When they first walked to the front of the tent, a bleak sound of anti-aircraft sound suddenly sounded.

"Airstrike!" Henderson just shouted the word and was knocked to the ground by a soldier who rushed out of the tent. The soldier quickly pulled Henderson up.

"Air raid! Sergeant, look for concealment!" the soldier shouted at Henderson.

"Damn it, you daredevil, why are you so anxious!" Henderson scolded, rubbing his ass.

The report was getting louder and louder, and the sound of a rumbling aircraft engine was faintly heard in the distance. Henderson didn't care to continue to teach the soldier, he quickly dragged the soldier into the air raid dug by the tent.

"Ouch! Sergeant, you almost stepped on me."

Henderson found that his squad was already waiting for him there, and he almost jumped on his own head just now.

"I'm sorry, kid, I will jump on time next time, haha." Henderson patted the soldier's head.

"What is this time? I said it was a flying pencil. I bet fifty shillings."

"I said it was Stuka, I bet a pound."

"You crow mouth, if Stuka is miserable, I said Heinkel, a pound."

Henderson looked at the excited betting men with a satisfied smile. It seemed that his team's morale was good. These silly boys are really good.

Henderson looked up from the air defense trench toward the direction in which the enemy plane was flying. The sound of the aircraft was getting closer and closer. British anti-aircraft guns began to shoot into the air. Small-caliber machine guns and large-caliber anti-aircraft guns sounded one after another. Now the sky is full of black shells exploding smoke. A fierce group of black spots flexibly emerged from the black cloud, screaming and rushing towards the port.

"I said Stukka! Give the money!" a soldier cried with joy.

"No, it's not Stuka, it's not that flexible. God, it's a fighter." Henderson finally saw the shape of the planes.

"What? Sergeant, did you read that right? Are all the German bombers gone? Bombing with fighter jets." His men also stood up and looked out into the air beside the air defense trenches.

"It seems to be? What happened? Look, they are flying very high, ha, really flexible. Ah! He dropped a bomb. He fell down!"

The soldier in front saw a black bomb dropped from a combat fuselage, and the bomb struck a beautiful arc in the air towards an uncovered group of infantrymen on the pier.

This group of soldiers was far away from the air defense trench because of the work place. Although they hurried back immediately after hearing the air defense report, they were still bombed here.

The soldiers also knew that the tragedy was about to come. They quickly fell to the ground and hugged their heads, praying that the bomb would not fall on their heads.

The bomb fell quickly towards the infantry, but when it was more than 200 meters away from the ground, its shell suddenly cracked, and countless small black pots scattered from its stomach. Then the cans suddenly popped open, and the shell of the can was divided into two halves, just like two small wings were suddenly opened, and under those two wings, a black ball hung, and they were spinning fast in the air. whereabouts. "What's that thing?" Henderson watched the little things spin down in surprise. Suddenly an explosion happened. The small bombs exploded in the air five meters above the ground. The scattered shrapnel hit the soldiers lying on the ground like a storm. Henderson and his men drew back into the air defense trenches with fright.

"God, what's that? It's terrifying, sergeant, do you know this kind of bomb that can explode in the air?" a soldier asked with a shudder.

Henderson's face was also scared.

"Don't ask me, I don't know. I know that shells can do this, but I have never seen anything like this."

Then a wailing sound came from outside. Henderson quickly got up and looked at the soldiers. The empty space had turned into a scene of hell. The small bombs in front of the air explosion smashed the soldiers into flesh and blood, and the blood was already given to the ground. Dyed red. Several surviving soldiers were dragging the shrapnel body and screaming while desperately crawling towards Henderson.

"Go help them, sergeant!" Henderson's men looked at their captain.

"It's useless, they are smashed."

At that time the **** soldiers were lying there motionless. Henderson's eyes were wet.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He pulled out his pistol and shot at the German plane that was still flying. His soldiers quickly rushed to catch the boss who was blasting away.

"Calm down! Sergeant, calm down. We know you want to help them, it's all blame for the **** Germans."

"The bombers are here, a lot, they are about to start throwing bombs on a large scale, ah, and a group of them are flying towards the beach." A soldier cried out. Henderson and his men looked at the sky in an entangled posture.

I saw a piece of German bomber flying over the port. They flew out of the range of the anti-aircraft gun. The anti-aircraft shells could only helplessly explode far below them.

"No, we can't stay here anymore. We have to leave here. If they throw the same kind of bombs, this kind of roofless air raid can't prevent anything. Everyone leave here with me immediately. We have to run out quickly. This area. Yes, that house. All you need is the roof."

Henderson yelled, and then suddenly jumped out of the air defense trench and led his men madly toward the nearest bungalow. Hearing his words, the soldiers of the other troops in the air defense trench also awakened violently, and hurriedly followed the sergeant out of the trench and ran towards the bungalow.

Henderson ran ahead. He heard the screams of German bombs falling. Hurry up, it's almost time, hope it's too late.

"Boom..." There was a burst of explosion not far away.

"Quick, one hundred yards away." Henderson growled. "Come on!"

"Ah, they are above us!" a soldier cried miserably.

Is it finished? Henderson ran desperately.

"Boom...Boom!" The sound of the bomb hitting the ground dullly rang continuously. A dozen or so little demons fell in front of Henderson and smashed into the mud.

"Haha, it's a stink bomb! Everyone keep rushing with me!" Henderson jumped over the bombs with a laugh and continued to run wildly. Countless small bombs fell around the group of fanatical sprinters, but none of them exploded. Several unlucky soldiers were hit by the non-explosive bomb, but the soldiers beside them quickly set them up and rushed towards the room.

Henderson finally ran to the room, he leaped with all his strength and slammed into the houses, then rolled into the room. The soldiers at the back also reached the destination with rollers and crawls. With the sound of "Dang!" and "Ah!", the last soldier was smashed into the house by a small bomb.

The door was closed tightly, and a burst of cheers burst into the room.

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