Battle of the Third Reich

The enemy is close at hand, Randolph can see those ugly faces, and the SS Lieutenant Colonel has no fear in his heart. He mocks the enemy in front with a contemptuous attitude.

In the eyes of his companions, the lieutenant colonel showed outstanding courage, and it was indeed a close adjutant of the head of the empire, a model of German soldiers. However, the battle situation cannot be reversed by courage alone. Everyone can see that the balance of victory is tilting towards the Arabs.

The ammunition of the German military officers is about to dry up, and everyone can only barely maintain the current line of defense by relying on excellent shooting techniques. They have caused huge casualties to each other. If they can't wait for support before the ammunition is exhausted, I believe that no one present can survive.

"Jurgen, are you sure these guys are the king's guard?" Randolph shot a black slave guard with a gun.

"I believe my judgment, Lieutenant Colonel." Jurgen gasped and said that his left arm was rubbed with a bullet, and the blood had soaked the armband on his sleeve.

"When we catch the king, I want to ask him how he feels when facing the stinky guys every day." Randolph pressed the lock and dropped the bomb. box.

"The last magazine, Lieutenant Colonel." Jurgen pulled a magazine from the waist magazine bag and threw it.

Captain Horne squatted on the rooftop platform and had a seized Lee Enfield rifle in his hand.

"They are also reluctantly supporting, and the frequency of impact has slowed." Horn pulled the bolt and the empty shell rolled over and fell on the sand pile under his feet.

Horn and Merkel alternately screened and launched a shot against the black slave guards climbing on the fence. Under the sniper of two German precision shooters, from time to time someone screamed and rolled down the wall.

"Graelock! Ready to drop bombs!" Lieutenant Wenzel shouted to his subordinates.

Dozens of black slave warriors have successfully crossed the front yard, and the German firepower has been unable to stop them from rushing into the post. Because of the inconvenience of throwing bombs indoors and outside, the Germans concentrated all the grenades on the top of the building. The Grey Sword players specifically bundled a bunch of grenades in order to cope with the situation in front of them.

Graelock waved his strong arms and threw the heavy clustered grenades towards the center of the enemy group. Then a roar rang, and a cloud of smoke rose in front of the post, sweeping the shock wave wrapped in prefabricated wire fragments across the open space and blocking the road. Everything was riddled with holes.

The black slave warriors who were still assaulting just now were all knocked down to the ground. Except for the few lucky two on the periphery, the rest were killed on the spot in the explosion.

The grenade also caused a martyrdom. At this time, the German talents discovered that two slave soldiers had fuel bottles in their backpacks. A huge ball of fire rolled into the air, and the fuel flame ignited the scattered backpacks and clothing on the ground. The gray-black smoke slowly rose and condensed into a smoke column in the air.

"Good job! Graelock!" Randolph cheered loudly by the window on the second floor.

The cluster grenades swept away the slave guard's forward, the remaining soldiers were in chaos, the leader of the team died in the explosion, and the rest did not know whether they should continue to attack. They feared that the Germans would use this terrible again. Weapons.

As these soldiers entered and retreated, the sound of the retreating horn sounded from the rear, and the slave soldiers were relieved and quickly withdrew from the courtyard gate. As Abdul said, if they continue to attack, the post is likely to have been taken, because the Germans have run out of grenades, which was originally their last resort.

The attack of the two pilots can be said to have saved all the Germans in the post, but Lieutenant Lehhard pushed them into danger.

Not everyone is afraid of the threat of death. There may be cowards among the camel riders, but there are also many brave generations. They were originally engaged in risky industries, leading the camel team to conquer the desert sea, and a few people died in their line. It is so common.

Facing the brave rebels, Lehhard had no other choice. He could only pull the trigger at the tribal herdsmen wielding short knives and shoot all the targets that threatened himself and his comrades on the sand.

In order to deal with the fourteen Bedouin herders, Lehhard emptied two magazines. Sergeant Collison was also stabbed in the face by the rebellious herdsmen, and now he looked **** on his face. I thought he was seriously injured.

Lehhard was eager to come up with an idea. They were not capable of destroying all the load, but they could disperse the camels carrying the load, as long as these animals started to run, they could not catch up with human feet. And these animals with awkward characters are difficult to control. Most of the time, they only follow the commands of the controller who feeds them.

The Air Force Lieutenant's plan was very successful. Under the threat of bullets and flames, the dromedaries who lost their owners began to flee. These animals did not lose speed to the running horse, even a few points faster than the truck at the time. .

After successfully dispersing the camel pack, the two pilots knew it was time to retreat. As long as the other was not deaf or blind, he would definitely send someone to check it out. In fact, it was too late for them to escape at this moment. The royal guards who had been ordered to return by the nobleman had already set up a circle around them.

ps: The author went out to work today, and the number of words is a little bit short. I hope you will be considerate.