Battle of the Third Reich

"Something is wrong." Henderson looked out of the port from the window. "German bombs cannot have so many stink bombs."

The soldiers had just calmed down from the excitement of escaping from death, and now they were busy wrapping up the wounded soldiers. After listening to Henderson, they all squeezed into the small window and looked out of the window. When they saw the situation in the port area, they took a breath. Now there are small bombs all over the place. On the roads and on the open ground, there are black devil figures everywhere. There are too many of them, and they are too numerous to count. Even the hoods of the trucks parked on the side of the road are embedded with several bombs of that kind.

"Sergeant, why don't you think that thing exploded." a soldier asked.

"I don't know, but it's not as simple as a stink bomb." Henderson looked at the small bomb outside the window and felt his scalp tingle.

"Then let's go out and see." asked one of Henderson's men.

"Are you crazy? What if that thing explodes."

"To go to you, remember to return the money owed to me first."

"What a fool, how did you live to the present?" All the soldiers opposed this time.

"Hi, don't quarrel, who knew those guys?" Henderson interrupted the soldiers' noise and asked, pointing out the window. The soldiers quickly stopped the noise and looked out the window.

I saw several officers crawling out of an air raid on the other side of the road, and then ran carefully towards them. At first, they still jumped carefully on the ground to bypass the small bombs and various debris fragments, but the small bombs lay there silently, and they could not see the explosion at all, the officers' courage As they grew older, they waved towards the air raid, and then started running straight towards Henderson's house. Then, a large group of infantry climbed out of the air defense trench. They closely followed the officers and began to quickly cross the bomb area.

"That seems to be our company commander Belt, as well as the company's deputy and platoon leader, followed by our company's brother, haha, they are still alive." A soldier shouted happily.

Henderson was not happy at all. He always felt a bad hunch. He stared nervously at the small bombs. More and more soldiers crawled out of their respective air defense trenches and ran quickly towards Henderson. There are now hundreds of British officers and soldiers crossing the bomb zone, which is the edge of the port area. As long as they run over the hut of the hut, the city is behind.

The explosion happened at this moment, and without warning, the small bombs began to explode in twos and threes among the crowd. The shrapnel flying around knocked down the soldiers near the explosion point or threw a soldier with the worst luck into the sky, and then there were more explosions. The group of people was stunned by the sudden explosion, the whole group paused, and then began to shout and rushed out of the bomb area at a faster speed. With the rapid advancement of the team, the small bombs began to explode continuously, one after another, one after another. The team is still advancing with four shrapnel. Their only way out now is to leave the **** at the fastest speed. Now the soldiers had no regard for their comrades who had been blown down. They only knew they were running desperately, leaving behind a screaming wounded and corpse of corpses.

The bomb exploded in pieces, and the soldiers were knocked down in pieces. The bomb near Henderson's house also began to explode, the shock wave shattered the glass of the small window, and everyone in front of the window was embedded in a few pieces of glass. But they still didn't leave the window. They waved their arms to the comrades who were struggling to escape in the bomb zone. They cried out in excitement and encouraged them, praying that some of them could escape.

But when the officers at the forefront were blown up a few meters away from the room, Henderson and his soldiers were finally desperate. They stopped yelling and silently left the window. Henderson gritted his teeth, pulled out his bayonet, and slashed hard against the concrete wall. He cursed the **** Germans with all the most vicious statements he knew. They used such a mean and vicious weapon inhumanely. The soldiers were sitting or standing against the wall, some of them bowed their heads without saying a word, some sobbed with their heads held in their arms, while others clenched their fists tightly and looked out the window sadly, while others began to die for those killed The deceased prayed.

"Boom..." With a violent explosion, the whole house shivered, a large piece of mud and dust fell from the ceiling, and a white dust filled the room. Everyone coughed with dust.

"Cough... it's the roof, and there are bombs on our roof!" a soldier choked. "We will be buried here a few more times."

Henderson was also stunned by the sudden situation. This room is the port's pump room. Although the walls are reinforced concrete structure, the roof is only a prefabricated cement plate. explosion. It is not known how many of those things have fallen on the roof, but judging from the distribution density outside, there are more than one or two. Now all around was blocked by the bomb, and he ran out of the house to commit suicide. Yes, this is the pump room, there should be underground repair pipes. Henderson covered his nose and searched the room, and suddenly he found an iron cover on the floor of the corner of the room. He hurried over and pulled up the lid. "Brothers, come with me." Henderson spearheaded and crawled into the dark hole.

"Boom!" Henderson pushed open the iron cover above his head, and then climbed out of the exit with both hands.

He took a deep breath of fresh air first, the air in the tunnel was really choking, then he started to look around, and then the soldiers climbed out of the hole one by one.

Henderson didn't know where he ran along the pipeline. There were tall walls around here, but no one was there. A tall water tower stood above his head. Water tower? That is still on the edge of the port area. However, there was no bomb near here, and he was finally safe. The situation in the port area should be reported immediately. No one should enter the port. Henderson decided to find the way out from here immediately, and then immediately found a phone to report to the superior.

Suddenly another sound of anti-aircraft sounds sounded, just like half an hour ago, those anti-aircraft artillery sounds sounded from all over again.

"Sergeant! What should we do? There are no shelters and houses here, only the water tower. Are we going back to the cave to avoid it first?" a soldier asked.

"No, let's go to the water tower! That thing is round, and those bombs can't stop." Henderson thought that the higher the bomb, the safer it would be. Then he led the soldiers to the top of the water tower. When a group of people climbed to the uppermost platform of the water tower, the sight in front of them blinded them all.

On this high platform, you can look down on the entire port area. Now the entire port area is like the water boiled in the pot. There are small bursts of explosion fire everywhere, and the sky is filled with smoke. In the air, countless German planes shuttled back and forth, and they were still sprinkling that kind of small bomb on the ground. Anti-aircraft guns almost blackened the entire sky, and tracer bombs were like a series of meteors rushing toward the black sky. The German planes roared and screamed tons of death at the seaport that had been ruined. A horrible **** still showed a little magnificent picture in front of Henderson.

"Damn, they are still throwing that kind of bomb at the port." A soldier shouted angrily.

"Look, Stuka!" Someone screamed and pointed in the air.

"Where?" Henderson began to look for the scary bird in the air.

"There, they are diving!"

Henderson finally saw a scene that would make him unforgettable for life. Four Stuttgar dive bombers swooped down towards the port at an almost vertical angle, and as they got closer, their famous screams began to reach Henderson's ears. When he saw the targets bombed by the bombers, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"They are going to blow up the trestle! They are going to blow up the trestle."

Henderson cried out in horror. At this time he could even clearly see the iron cross marks on the tails of those planes. Suddenly, the planes dropped bombs, and four black bombs fell vertically towards the trestle, and the planes immediately roared and pulled the nose back into the air. Henderson and the soldiers held their breaths, and their eyes followed the bombs.

"Haha! No hit!"

Henderson and the soldiers jumped with joy. The trestle bridge is too narrow. As a result, the four bombs fell on the left and right sides of the bomb. The blasted water was 30 meters high, and then it was photographed fiercely on the trestle, but the tattered trestle looked still standing still. Did not move.

"The quality of the Frenchman's engineering is really unspoken." Henderson laughed and patted the shoulder of a soldier on the edge, and almost took the poor guy to the water tower.

"Sergeant, ship! Our ship! They are entering the port, oh my god! They want to force it into the port!" Another soldier shouted at Henderson at the port entrance. Henderson quickly turned his head to look at the entrance to the port.

"God!" Henderson exclaimed. "Don't they know that it is being bombed here?"

At the entrance of Dunkerque Port, four large transport ships are struggling toward the port area.

"Will they succeed? Sergeant?" a soldier asked.

"I don't know, maybe. If those German bombers carried all those small bombs, they might be able to arrive safely. Such small bombs can't sink such a big ship. Such a big ship was Tuka's bomb hit should also be able to hold on. God bless them to dock safely on the trestle."

Henderson watched nervously as the huge transport ships slowly approached the harbor. Apparently those anti-aircraft guns on the shore also found them. Now all the anti-aircraft artillery fire on the shore has been transferred to the ships, and they are trying to protect these ships. The anti-aircraft guns on those transport ships were also frantically firing shells into the air, and tracers of various colors interwoven a firepower net over those ships.

"Look, the Germans are attacking!" a soldier called.

I saw dozens of Stukka roaring and tumbling toward the transport ships from all angles. The air defense artillery hit harder, and the gunners were desperately shooting, struggling to stop the attack of those terrifying dive bombers.

"Hit!" the Henderson soldiers exclaimed.

A Stuka rushed too low, and as a result plunged into the tight fire net, and was instantly hit by dense artillery fire and exploded into the air. Then two Stukas were hit by shells and rolled into the water. The rest of Stuka hurriedly dropped the bomb early, and then changed to dive and fled towards the sky. As a result, only one bomb hit the deck of the middle ship, while the other bombs exploded in vain on the water.

"Good job, haha! It's a pleasure. Those anti-aircraft gunners are really good!" The soldiers cheered and they hugged each other to celebrate this little victory.

"Look, the German plane fled." A soldier yelled happily at the sky. I saw that the black-pressed bomber group was slowly flying in the direction of Belgium. Those Stukas followed closely behind the group, and the fighters were also organized into a neat formation to protect on the side of the group. Henderson's vision disappeared.

"They are not escaping, they have finished their work and returned to the ship." Henderson looked at the port that was still exploding and shook his head. "You see what they are doing here now." "

"Don't sigh, Sergeant. Look at the ships that have entered the port. I don't know what they brought us. Haha, I hope there is fresh beef." His men exhorted.

"What should I do now? Even if they reach the trestle, we can't unload there."

"There is always a way, sergeant, this kind of problem is not something we soldiers should consider."

"Same thing, let's go down. Maybe we have received reports of the bombs in the port area. Let's go back to the team first." Henderson sighed long and walked towards the ladder of the water tower.

"Woo...

Henderson shivered when he heard a dull whistling sound.

"It's a heavy gun!"

Henderson quickly ran back to the railing and looked towards the ships.

"Boom..." A huge column of water rose on the side of the transport ship, even higher than the bridge of those ships.

"It's a German 210mm heavy howitzer. Oh my God, this is the kind of gun that sank this transport ship this morning." Henderson yelled. "They have no way to avoid the regulations in the port, just withdraw!"

At this time more such dull cannonball whistling sounded, and within a few seconds, dozens of huge water columns soared around the transport ships, and several huge fireballs and black smoke exploded from those ships at the same time. In an instant, the four ships' decks were enveloped.

Heavy artillery shells hit the huge transport ships one after another, knocking the decks of those ships into flames. They began to move irregularly on the water, but anyone could see that the ships were not avoiding the shells, and the ships were out of control.

The largest transport ship lost her bridge and bridge during the second round of German shelling. Now she leaned over the boat and hit her companion on the side. With a huge roar, her bow was inserted into the companion's body fiercely, and then a blast burst at the place where the two ships were connected. Hundreds of meters of horrible fireballs, the ammunition on the two ships finally exploded, and the huge ring shock wave was so powerful that it could be seen with the naked eye.

The ship that was hit was almost torn in half by the waist, the deck was tilted in a strange posture, the hull steel plate was twisted into various postures, and the flames poured out from the broken hole, huge The black smoke column has risen to a few hundred meters high. Then, with the sound of a metal twist that makes people feel sour, it rolled over in a sudden. After ten seconds, everyone can only see its rudder covered with barnacles still exposed on the water. And its heavy hull has been deeply inserted into the deep silt of the port. The transport ship that had been in trouble had been plunged into the water before it, and now only half of the tail building was still smoking with smoke.

The German heavy artillery continued to fall towards the remaining two seriously injured transport ships. Henderson shuddered and looked at the horrible scene before him, lamenting: "God, please save us."

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