Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The British team was far more numerous than the attacking paratroopers, and their resistance could be said to be tenacious, but after all, they were not a front-line combat force, and their combat quality was far worse than that of the German paratroopers.

"Machine gun! Suppress them!!" Jonas pointed at a British position in the distance and shouted.

The German paratroopers still used their specialty, machine guns to suppress fire, and several combat groups to split up and outflank them. From Poland to France and now the United Kingdom, German paratroopers are extremely skilled in using this tactical method.

In the original time and space, a single MG42 machine gun could frighten the enemy and contain an entire group of enemy troops. The attacking German paratroopers now not only had an MG3 machine gun, but also an RPK light machine gun. The powerful firepower instantly suppressed the British troops on the opposite side from raising their heads.

The rest of the combat team took the opportunity to rush forward, and when they approached their target, they took out grenades and threw them into the British trenches.

"Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by a puff of smoke and dust set off by several fires, a group of people swarmed into the enemy's first trench.

Jonas leaned against the wall of the trench, raised the gun in his hand and was about to fire at the British soldiers not far away. The soldier holding the AKMS next to him pulled the trigger first, and the assault rifle with a rate of 600 rounds per minute was fired directly. Beat the British soldier Jonas aimed at to a bloody pulp.

Jonas had no choice but to aim at the fleeing British soldiers further away and pull the trigger.

"One! Two! Three!" He had just fired three shots, and there were no more standing British soldiers within his range. In front of the German paratroopers, all equipped with semi-automatic and fully automatic weapons, the British Lee-Enfield rifle basically posed no threat. After all, it may be the fastest manual rifle, but it is not faster than a semi-automatic, let alone a fully automatic firearm.

"Continue to attack!" Jonas led the team to continue rushing along the trenches. The British soldiers were retreating steadily despite their numerical advantage.

Soon they cleared away the British soldiers in the first trench, jumped out of the trench, and continued to rush towards the second trench under the cover of machine guns.

Suddenly, a bunker hidden on the side spurted out fiery tongues of fire and swept over them, instantly suppressing the paratroopers who were pursuing the victory.

Many people in later generations have debated the rate of fire of the MG42 machine gun during World War II. Some people think that the MG42's rate of fire of 1,500 rounds per minute is too extreme and unnecessary. A machine gun with 600-700 rounds per minute is fully capable.

However, this thing is related to the battlefield environment. In later wars, there are basically no group charges like the World War II era. What is needed is continuous fire suppression, and high rate of fire has little use.

During World War II, the high-rate machine guns were not only effective against group charges, but were also of great benefit for surprise attacks. They could hit the enemy with a hail of bullets before they had time to react, making the kill more efficient. Just like now, when the British launched a sneak attack with low-speed machine guns, the first few bullets hit the German paratroopers who had already found bunkers and hid, and the subsequent bullets could not do any damage. If it had been a German high-speed machine gun, the paratroopers here would have paid a heavy price.

"Hoffman! The machine gun bunker at two o'clock!! Knock it out!!" Jonas ignored the flying bullets above his head and calmly loaded a new magazine into his FLA rifle. , while shouting to Hoffman not far away.

Hoffman nodded to him, signaled that after hearing this, he raised the 40mm caliber six-round grenade launcher in his hand and fired two grenades at the machine gun bunker.

After two loud noises, the British machine gun also went silent.

"This kid is a genius!" Jonas couldn't help but praise. As the battle continued, Hoffman became more and more handy with the grenade launcher, almost reaching the point where he could hit wherever he pointed. Many targets only needed one or two grenade rounds to defeat them. Jonas also understood why Hoffman was able to join the elite paratroopers at such a young age.

When the British machine gun misfired, the paratroopers clinging to the ground jumped up again and launched a new round of attacks. The British soldiers immediately began to retreat, and no one seemed determined to die here. It's just that they forgot that it is very stupid to turn their backs to the enemy when fighting. The German paratroopers relentlessly pulled the triggers on the targets ahead. The British soldiers fell down screaming, and finally everything returned to calm.

Jonas casually leaned against a cannon and breathed heavily. Now that the mission was finally completed, he could rest.

After arranging people to be on guard, he ordered others to rest where they were. After walking around again to make sure there were no omissions in the guard post, I found a seat and sat down, ready to take a nap. But he saw Hoffman, who was sitting diagonally opposite, holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking at it intently. "Hoffman, what are you looking at?"

They are now behind the enemy, and a battle may break out at any time. They should take advantage of this rare opportunity to recharge their batteries.

Hoffman raised the paper in his hand. "What was found from the corpse of a British soldier was a letter written to his two-year-old daughter. My father died in the last war, and I was wondering if he had such a letter in his arms when he fell. "As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly red.

"..." Jonas couldn't help but be stunned. He had never thought that Hoffman had such a life experience, but wasn't this the cruelty of war? Countless families would be torn apart in the war, more people would die on the battlefield, and even the bodies would be difficult to recover.

He moved to sit next to Hoffman and patted him on the shoulder. "That's for sure. There is no parent who doesn't care about their children. Their bloody fight is ultimately to let their next generation live a better life. Although their long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled, we are far away now. Far beyond the pace they have traveled. As long as this war is won, Germany will eventually become a thousand-year empire. Our next generation and the next generation will not have to experience the suffering of war again."

Hoffman sniffed, folded the letter in his hand and stuffed it back into the envelope. "I have to give this letter to his daughter when the war is over."

"..." Although Jonas didn't agree with this, he didn't say anything. He signaled him to take a rest, closed his eyes, and soon snored evenly.

While they were resting, other paratrooper teams also successively removed the British artillery positions, allowing the British to feel firsthand what a real elite division is. They continued to break through the British positions that greatly outnumbered them, destroying cannons and anti-aircraft guns.

As the British anti-aircraft firepower on the ground gradually weakened, the German army dispatched a large number of gliders. Unlike the miserable paratroopers who have to look for friendly forces to find weapons after jumping out of the transport plane, these gliders are loaded with soldiers arranged in platoons, and with the heavy weapons they carry, their combat effectiveness is more complete.