Imperial Overlord

Climbing through a small forest, Lyman carried his STG-44 assault rifle and walked cautiously, looking at the locations on the mountain where the enemy might be hidden.

Behind him, the German paratroopers with rifles appeared one by one, covering each other with their muzzles, and walked out of the woods where they were hiding.

Then, with a simple gesture from the squad leader, they speeded up their progress. They found some stones and trees before the slope, and formed a simple defensive formation.

Then, more German soldiers rushed out of the woods, and soon these soldiers began to slowly approach the commanding heights in Malta-Dingleigh Hill.

The height of this small mound is 244 meters above sea level... The sheer height may be a bit reluctant to call it a mountain, but this is indeed an important commanding height of Malta.

The source of two important rivers on the main island of Malta originates from here, and it is possible to overlook the whole southern part of Malta from here.

After the shelling just now, the headquarters of the German paratroopers decided that there should be an observation post belonging to the British army here to provide correction and guidance for the British artillery.

So a paratrooper battalion in Germany, where Lehmann was, was ordered to seize the commanding heights of Tinguely Hill and destroy the British observation post.

"If I were a British defender, surrender would be the best option at this time." Leaning against a big tree, holding his assault rifle, Lyman said to his comrades beside him while looking for the target with his eyes.

After saying these words, he saw a figure appearing on the side of the road up the mountain, a shadow of a stone.

Subconsciously, Lyman took up his weapon and aimed at the shadow, then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Lehmann didn't think there would be any sight-seeing civilians or so-called curious children at this time. His habit made him subconsciously shoot first, which was the only way to save his life.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The muzzle of his assault rifle jumped, dazzling flames spurted out, and soon left a cloud of white smoke on the edge of the stone.

Then the gunshots rang out intensively. A British heavy machine gun behind the stone formed a deadly crossfire with the British machine gun on the hillside, attacking the German paratroopers condescendingly.

The dense bullets made the Germans unable to lift their heads, and the opponent now deployed a carefully defensive position here to stop the German advance.

"Lyman! Suppression of firepower! Cover the machine gun group to establish a firing position on the flank!" The squad leader waved and ordered Lehman.

The bullet hit the squad leader, splashing gravel and smoke. He turned his head indifferently, and let his soldiers move to a better position on the other side as much as possible.

"Move! Move fast! Be careful of your feet! Don't get hit by bullets!" He encouraged the soldiers beside him as he got up and ran to a better position.

Lyman was not idle either. He picked up his weapon and emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine against the big rock that blocked his view, before crouching down and starting to change the ammunition.

His shooting made the British defenders ambushed the flank of the machine gun position to feel the danger, and the brief pause gave the German paratroopers valuable reflection time.

The German paratroopers who had gathered together scattered a little, and the soldiers with assault rifles started to fight back, and the dense bullets hit the opponent's ambush position, which was barely suppressing the opponent.

"Machine gun crew! Cover everyone! Lehman! You are the first, push the defense line to a distance of 50 meters! Let the new guys work!" The squad leader shouted to Lehman in the distance, while giving orders loudly The machine gun shooter next to him.

The machine gun shooter opened the bipod of the machine gun and placed the expensive but excellent MG-34 machine gun in a wide firing range.

The sub-shooter next to him lifted the cover on the machine gun body, stuffed the ammunition chain into the gun body, and then pressed the cover on the ammunition chain.

"Da... da da!" The dense shooting sound suddenly reminded me that the terrifying rate of fire of the MG-34 machine gun made this weapon fire without obvious gunshots.

Although the MG-42 machine gun is better and more famous, the MG-34 is also a successful weapon with its well-made and complex structure.

Although it is not comparable to the famous MG-42 machine gun in terms of cost and production process, it is also a terrifying killing machine.

When the intensive gunfire recalled, the bullets immediately hit the British positions like raindrops, and a cloud of white smoke blocked the sight of the British, giving the German army a chance to attack.

When Lyman saw the tracer bullets flying towards the British position, he jumped out of his hiding place and took a step towards the opponent's position.

The sound of bullets whizzing past, as well as the sound of shouting and the firing of machine guns, and for some unknown reason, I could clearly hear my own heartbeat and rapid breathing.

Of course, his comrades-in-arms also jumped out to attack with him. There are no cowards here who dare not move their footsteps, most of the people here are battle-hardened warriors.

They have traveled from the Netherlands to Belgium to now Malta. If anyone was as timid as a mouse, he would have already died on the battlefield.

According to experience, the machine gun crew can provide shooting support in less than ten seconds. After Lehman advanced about ten meters, he found a good place, fell down and picked up his weapon.

His task was to cover the fire of his brother behind him, so soon he aimed his assault rifle at the British bunker in front of him and fired his own bullets.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The bullet he fired hit the target, and the firepower of the British machine gun in front was obviously delayed for a moment.

The German soldiers on the front started to counterattack at the same time, and those with long spears and short spears fought against the British positions. In a short period of time, they were once again suppressing the opponent.

"Iron Fist!" A German paratrooper carried a thick bazooka steel tube and aimed the launch port of the new weapon at the British machine gun bunker in the distance.

"Loading!" The loader stuffed the rocket into the tail of the rocket launcher, connected the power cord, and loudly reminded his comrades in arms.

Unfortunately, because the environment on the battlefield was too noisy, the soldier in charge of the launch obviously did not hear his reminder.

So the loader had to risk getting up again and tapped the back of the head of the front shooter's helmet with his hand.

"Bang!" With a dull explosion, the rockets dragged a long white smoke and flew towards the British bunker, which was constantly spewing flames in the distance.

"Cool!" Suppressed by the enemy's firepower, Lyman, who was squinting miserably to avoid the flying gravel smoke, saw the white smoke and shouted loudly.

His words may represent the voice of many German paratroopers - when they were in Belgium, they also had to face the enemy's bunkers with backward weapons such as explosive packs.

Now that they have better weapons, they don't have to risk crawling near enemy bunkers and use dynamite packs or blasting canisters to take down the enemy's fortified fortifications.

"Boom!" With an explosion, the rocket exploded near the British bunker, and huge smoke covered the bunker at once.

"Attack!" The paratrooper battalion commander who put down the telescope in his hand and was in charge of attacking the main peak of Dingleigh Mountain opened his mouth and instructed his servants.

"A frontal attack, cutting the flanking machine gun positions that surrounded the British, and dividing the enemy!" Following the order, the German soldiers launched their own attack.

When several German soldiers stood up from where they were hiding and advanced, the bullet pierced through their chests, causing them to lie down on their backs.

"Mischief!" The rest of the German soldiers who had just stood up were all bowed down.

Obviously, the front British machine gun bunker is still there, and the bullets it just shot killed the soldiers of the attacking force.

"I didn't destroy the target! Fire it again!" Lyman also saw the British machine gun bunker that was constantly spewing flames from the front.

This bunker was built with sandbags and wooden covers. Although it has partially collapsed, the place where the machine gun is located is still intact.

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After a round of suppressed fire, the shooter got up and aimed at the distant machine gun bunker, and then held on for about two seconds before firing the second rocket.

"Bang!" There was another dull sound, and another clear line of white smoke. There was a loud explosion, and the Germans once again tried to take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack.

"Long live Germany!" The officer took the lead in shouting the slogan, and the paratroopers rushed to the heights. They saw the collapsed British machine gun bunkers and the British soldiers with bayonets in the trenches.

"Long live His Majesty the King!" Similarly, the British also made a bold cry, and the two armies quickly collided.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Lyman had no intention of fighting the enemy with a bayonet, so he poured a magazine of bullets into the trench.

A dozen British soldiers were instead in the trenches, and the advantages of the automatic weapons of the German paratroopers were vividly reflected at this time.

Seeing that his main position had collapsed, the flanking British machine gun positions had to stop firing.

Soon, after only a few seconds, they hung up a white flag and gave up their plan to continue resisting.

Although there were many British soldiers deployed here, they did not expect that the Germans would dare to attack Dingley Hills at noon that day.

These British people have just received news that the main German army is attacking the direction of Mellieha, and will not attack Dingley Hills for the time being.

But who would have thought that the Germans not only came, but also a full 500 people, the size of a battalion.

So, the tragic British paid the price for their misjudgment - they lost the favorable terrain of Tinguely Hill, and at the same time sent German paratroopers, a full 450 prisoners.