Hardcore ruthless starts in the Pacific

However, Lieutenant Colonel Hans nodded and said that he knew, "So far, we have lost an infantry platoon. Although one infantry squad and one infantry squad have been eaten up, you can be sure that the Allied forces can only eat one infantry platoon." Squad? You've fought them, know how elite they are, when they have the ability to call in air power to back up...a ​​company of infantry, and the extra machine gun squads you said, mortar squads Just to die."

"..."

Doppler is a veteran of many battles, and there is no fuel-efficient lamp that can come back alive from the hellish Eastern Front, but each has its own limitations.

The air power he thought was still limited to the German Stuka dive bombers, at most it was the air power used during the Soviet counteroffensive.

"You don't understand, you don't even know how terrifying the air power of the Allied forces is." Hans stood up, walked to Doppler and said, "How many planes do you think an infantry company needs to blow up? Five? Ten? Normally that many are enough, but the actual situation is more than [-] planes to carry out carpet bombing, whether it is your camouflage position or the barbed wire fence in the minefield, as long as the weather is good, the Allies will bomb you They don’t care about ammunition consumption or how many shells are left in the warehouse, as long as these steel shells can reduce their own casualties, it’s worth it.”

Lieutenant Colonel Hans didn't experience it but knew it, because at the northern end of the Cotentin Peninsula, there was an infantry battalion commander under an infantry division who was his good friend. He often sent telegrams for communication and collected various information to pass on to other side.

The battalion commander told Hans everything he had encountered—the prelude to the attack was carpet bombing, starting from camouflage positions, minefields, and barbed wire all the way to the rear headquarters. Plated with a steel color.

Under such circumstances, it is simply unrealistic to dispatch a company to wipe out these allied forces.

"If you want to take the initiative to attack, you need all the combat troops to participate, and spread them out to prevent the Allied planes from succeeding. Otherwise, you should stay in the small town of Savigny. There are not many military targets here. How can the Allied forces bomb residential facilities? Think about it."

Hans patted Doppler on the shoulder and said, "If all the combat troops are dispatched, and the Allies really come with a large group of guerrillas, how can they hold this town? If the town of Savigny is lost, you and I will both Go to court martial."

Doppler, who was silent for a long time, nodded his approval, but the expression on his face was full of unwillingness.

The officer in front of me is right, the deduction is completely logical and in line with the current situation, but Doppler thinks he is too cautious... If this small wave of Allied forces can attract more than 50 planes, Doppler Le also admitted that if he was killed by the bomb, he would be killed, but he felt that there was always a possibility that he would not be able to recruit.

It's nothing more than a gamble.

Although war is not a child's play, it is full of gambling everywhere. Too much pursuit of stability will give the originally weak enemy a chance to grow rapidly.

Looking at the officer in front of him who raised himself to a position and status that he had never dared to think about before, Doppler felt aggrieved, because the veteran's intuition told him that taking the initiative might be the only chance now, and he would fight He had a great opportunity for the complete annihilation of the Allied forces that had fled twice.

However, the commander is completely uncooperative...and there are reasons that cannot be refuted.

At the same time, it also created a rather bad feeling-the enemy has the initiative in the war, and they will come when they want to, or come when they don't want to, and you can only passively defend in this small town.

Doppler felt that such a thing should not happen logically. How could the party with fewer troops not be able to take the initiative, and could only passively be led by the nose by the weaker party.

'What caused it? '

After thinking about it, Doppler felt that it was an intelligence issue, an eyeliner issue.In the eyes of the enemy, our own side is transparent, and all actions have just been decided and started, and the enemy's eyeliner in the small town will pass the news to them, giving them enough time to prepare.

Like Lieutenant Colonel Hans said.

The whole army is dispatched, and they really come to stab your hometown... How much property does the German army have here?How much property did the Allies have in the wilderness?The two are not of the same magnitude at all.

There are two roads in front of you, if you don’t come back to rescue and continue to attack, and immediately withdraw to rescue, no matter which one you choose, it will definitely be the German army that will suffer heavy losses in the end.

Thinking of this, Doppler suggested: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, I think our biggest problem is that we don't have an insider in this team. Since they have already colluded with various resistance organizations, they must not be able to screen out good personnel in a short period of time. We might as well send a few Frenchmen as spies..."

It just happened to be able to verify Doppler's conjecture-perhaps, they did not have the ability to call in Allied aircraft to help out with a telegram.

"Your proposal..." Lieutenant Colonel Hans' eyes lit up, "It's pretty good!"

"So......"

"Including the defense of the city, I will give you full authority to handle it. If anyone disobeys your order, let him come to me directly."

This sentence immediately detonated the dopamine in Doppler's brain, and his whole face was flushed like a stimulant.

"Yes, sir!"

Doppler's power has risen to another level, commanding a captain with the rank of exempt soldier, probably the first in the history of the German army.

"You go first... wait—!"

Lieutenant Colonel Hans returned to his seat, "How is the matter of the paratrooper prisoners going?"

"Should have left 10 minutes ago."

"Ah."

Lieutenant Colonel Hans nodded in satisfaction, and then shouted loudly: "Communication soldier, draft a telegram to inform Saint-Lo!"

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It wasn't until before departure that Yiwen revealed the real military action. At that time, he made a group of sleepy five big and three rough people sleepless.

This game of chess was too big, directly causing the people involved in this operation to lose their language function in a short period of time, and everyone was swallowed up by the tide of shock.

"It has been kept secret until now, and it has been planned for a long time for these 19 airborne soldiers." Yiwen said with a serious expression, "No one is allowed to lose the chain at the critical moment, you have to remember...that is the 19 brothers who can fight side by side with us !"

Looking at Screaming Eagle who was still dumbfounded, Yiwen asked, "Answer!"

As if there was a stress reaction, the Screaming Eagles immediately stood up straight.

"Yes, sir!"

"Very well, let's go!"

Not long after leaving the camp, Ronald, relying on himself as a soldier of E Company, came to Ivan and asked in a low voice, "Then tomorrow's attack...?"

"Of course it's impossible to fight the town tomorrow." Ivan shrugged, "I don't know better than you how strong and capable we are?"

"Aren't you..."

"Big liar, right?" Ivan's lips curled into a meaningful arc, "If you want to deceive the German army, you have to deceive your own people as well. As for whether it will affect our ability to attract more people with lofty ideals... ...Anyway, I think 19 brothers are more important than 100 people who haven't had much training, and I didn't really say not to fight."

"Huh?" Ronald was dazed for a while, "Should I fight or not... I can't follow your train of thought at all. Thinking about it, I feel like my head is about to explode."

"You'll know when the time comes." Ivan patted his shoulder and said with a slight smile.

We set off early in the morning and arrived at the designated location at around 5:7 in the morning. After all, we had to make a big circle. According to the news from the eyeliner in the town, the fuel will arrive at [-]:[-] this morning at the latest. It will immediately start heading towards San Lo.

运送这批战俘的德军只有4个，驾驶员、副驾驶员配备2把手枪与1支MP18冲锋枪，后面坐着的2名德军各自配备1把斯登冲锋枪。

As for why the 19 prisoners of war did not dare to resist, it was naturally because not only their hands and feet were tied up, their mouths were stuffed with pieces of cloth that they found from nowhere, and two thick ropes were tied to them. They are connected together, even if you want to make some small moves, such as wiping your face and pinching your booger, it is very difficult, let alone the Germans who resisted with significantly fewer people than them and carried submachine guns.

Ivan waited for more than two hours and finally saw the black spots driving in the distance. During the period, nothing happened, even the French fellows never saw one.

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"Howard, your coffee is as bad as ever."

"Humph......"

The German soldier who seemed to be lying down or sitting on the co-pilot snorted coldly: "I don't know what kind of dog it is, but it dried up the coffee in the time of going to the toilet, right, dear Mr. Chester. "

"Why are you cursing? Believe it or not, I threw you into the gutter?"

"you try......"

Boom boom boom!

Before he could finish his words in a hurry, there was a sound from the rear compartment.

"Who is so cheap?" Howard said angrily.

"Who else could it be besides Beyerle? Have you forgotten all the fancy demands of this guy?"

"This dog doesn't stop for a moment, if I were inside, I would definitely give him a gun butt!"

"I will also...wait, it seems..."

Chester really opened his eyes and saw a marching army about 400 meters away. From a distance, he knew it was his own, but he didn't know which army he belonged to.

"I see, shall we stop?" Howard asked.

"Can you stop?"

As the personnel carrier moved forward, Chester could already see the leader waving at him, "It should be sent by Saint Luo to patrol, and then he wants to take a ride."

"Can it still fit?" Howard asked.

"There is nothing that can't be accommodated. Overloading is a normal state. You must believe in the black technology suspension of the motherland! Isn't Beyerle making a fuss? This is not right, tell these brothers and let them go up and teach this Yankee a lesson. "

When it was almost there, Chester, as the driver, braked decisively to stop the troop carrier, shifted the gear into neutral and did not turn off the engine.

Chester and Howard, who hadn't noticed that the German army in front of them was a fake, jumped out of the car quite smoothly. Seeing the atmosphere of this team, you can understand...it's a family.

The buttons on everyone's necklines were unbuttoned, and their sleeves were turned up a few layers. With a cigarette dangling from their mouths, they all looked lazy.

When Ivan stepped forward, he didn't forget to hand over two cigarettes, and then asked casually in German, "Are you going to Saint-Lo?"

In fact, at this time, the remaining 9 people were quite nervous, after all, they had no experience in pretending to be a German army.

Fortunately, Ivan's performance of fully integrating into his identity gave them a lot of confidence, and their demeanor and movements became silky smooth.

"Where do you go if you don't go to Saint-Lo?"

Naturally, Ivan would not stupidly ask directly what was on the car. If any of the four Germans were really vigilant, it would be a big disaster.

"Can you give us a ride?" Ivan quietly handed a pack of cigarettes to Chester, "I was forced to go out on patrol yesterday, and I was supposed to go back before sunset, but unfortunately I met some girls... You should understand, and I will play with you when the time comes."

Hearing the girl, Chester's eyes lit up, and he accepted the cigarette handed over by Ivan, "No problem, get ready to get in the car!"

Ivan waved his hand quite naturally, and the brothers behind him immediately acted according to the plan in advance, but they were a little dazed—although they didn't know what the real military operation was until early in the morning, but they always felt that this time it would be thrilling.

Whether it was the first time for the Frenchmen or the Screaming Eagles involved in the operation, it was easy to think wildly. In the end, no matter how you think about it, you will feel that various problems are indispensable in the implementation process, and it is by no means easy to complete the battle plan.

But the reality is that Ivan stopped the car transporting the prisoners by the German army with a simple wave of his hand. This was something that the other nine people could not imagine. After all, they were mentally prepared for the worst situation and launched a strong attack at any time.

When it came to the next link, the rough embryos felt that the probability of Ivan's exposure was not low at all, because the Germans were notoriously rigorous, and two groups of German soldiers who didn't know each other rarely had to go through documents, passwords, etc. when they met.

Who would have thought that the two Germans who drove the car didn't ask any questions, and Ivan went up and handed two cigarettes and chatted a few words to solve the link that they thought was prone to problems.

nailed it?So simple?Are you kidding me?Are the Germans stupid?They actually regarded us as allies?

"Move faster, go back early and rest early!"

Ivan's urging words came from Bud's ear, which almost caused him to have a cardiac arrest.

There must be nothing wrong with the words. Ivan also told the German driver about the situation of the team before, but Bud subconsciously only heard the meaning in it.

"Yes, sir."

Bud and Ronald boarded the car, one left and one right, and the two of them looked at each other and approached the German soldiers holding Sten submachine guns. , and then deliberately give up a small part of the position like a normal person.

According to the plan, it was the two German soldiers in the car that had to be killed first. If it was done, Bud would jump out of the car, and then Ivan would do it.

However, no matter how good the plan is, there will be accidents. One of the paratroopers captured by the Germans shouted after seeing Bud: "Bad...Bud——!!!"

At this moment, the stupid big man only felt a gust of cold wind pouring in from the top of his head, the hairs of his whole body stood on end, and his body began to appear uncontrollable stiffness.

Seeing that the people who fought with him froze, Ronald decisively took out an M1911 from his pocket, and shot and killed the two German soldiers in the car as quickly as possible... This was not part of the plan Inside, but a set of plans customized by Ronald himself.

In case there is a mistake in the previous plan, what should be the fastest remedy-load the M1911 bullets in advance, and then stuff them into the most convenient pockets. For this reason, I have practiced drawing the gun many times in the blink of an eye while waiting. At the risk of a huge misfire, he even bet that Ivan could react the moment he heard the gunshot and immediately kill the two German drivers beside him.

Evan has proven to never let you down when you need to rely on it.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the Sten submachine gun in Ivan's hand burst into flames. Before the two German drivers could react, they were shot several times and fell to the ground. The Sten submachine gun was about to miss at such a short distance. No way.

Seeing the death of the German army lying in a pool of blood, Yiwen let out a long breath and quickly turned off the safety of the Sten submachine gun... Yes, he also saved that hand.

The special military operation was a complete success, but all this has just begun. To be precise, this is only the prelude to the big action he planned, and the storm vortex sweeping across the entire southern part of the Cotentin Peninsula began!

PS:

Readers who have read the first three volumes will know that the beginning of each volume will be flat for a while, but it can be exchanged for continuous climaxes starting in the middle of each volume.

It's not that I can't write short, flat and fast, but the different battlefield environments determine the way I write each volume. For example, the Eastern Front is doomed to have a short, flat and fast rhythm. The rhythm of the ending.

30. What about the captives?What about airborne prisoners of war?Where did it go! ?

"Spike, you almost broke things by stepping on your horse!"

Bud didn't expect to see the same company, the same infantry platoon, and the same infantry squad in this place, and even the beds where the two slept were the closest best friends.

Looking at the German soldiers lying in a pool of blood, Spike naturally understood that the good brothers who had agreed to "go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire" did not join the German army, but pretended to be the German army to rescue the prisoners of war. what kind of mistake.

But he felt innocent...Because he didn't receive any wind or news, Bud and the others came too suddenly and didn't give the cerebellum time to react.

"I regret that I didn't make a fuss in the place where I was detained." Spike said, scanning a circle of people with the same illness.

"I can tell by the way you look."

Bud glared at him fiercely, "Others have cloth stuffed in their mouths, but you can still open your mouth... Those who don't know think you have joined the German army, otherwise you can get such a treatment?"

"Fart, how could I surrender to the German army, I'm just waiting for the opportunity, don't make me like these idiots..." Saying this, Spike still didn't forget to glare at the one in the innermost Seeing that it was the friendly army who came to rescue him, he was very excited. Screaming Eagle frantically twisted his body and tried to break free from the rope, "If it weren't for this idiot, Bairle, how could we have become like this!?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

It seemed that this guy named Beerle wanted to explain, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and there was a trace of apology in his eyes.