Imperial Overlord

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On the makeshift ferry, the sea breeze was blowing on the cheeks of every German soldier. There is a sound of vomiting, accompanied by the ups and downs of the waves, which makes people irritable and unclear.

All soldiers carry their own weapons, and in order to deal with the unknown danger, the superior officers have prepared for them the best equipment ever.

Some people are holding the stg-44 assault rifles that have just been produced and are also carrying oily scents, some people are holding Mauser 98k rifles, and some people are carrying mg-42 machine guns on their shoulders.

Everyone was very nervous, letting the splashing sea water fall on their faces. They were holding on to the refitted hanging board in front of them, waiting for the moment to put it down.

"Disperse as soon as possible! If you gather together, you will immediately be targeted by the opponent's machine guns! Protect your weapons, that is the only means you can use to save your life!" The officer standing among the soldiers loudly reminded his subordinates .

There are so many things to notice that it is impossible to remind them at all. The Germans didn't have plastic bags to keep the sea water out of the guns, and no vomit bags to send to the landlubbers.

All of them were carrying a lot of supplies, including blasting cartridges for the sappers and ammunition for the machine gunners.

Even the most common combat infantry is armed with as many grenades and magazines as possible. Everyone was carrying food and a lot of junk, such as tents and stretchers.

"There is enemy crossfire on the beachhead, and the obstacle that prevents us from rushing to the beach is the only cover we can find... Be careful to move fast! Don't stop! Don't stop!" The officer was still tireless, his voice was like a broken tire So messy on the gravel road.

Then, the speed of the ship began to slow down slowly, and it finally stopped at sea. As the hanging board in front of him was suddenly lowered, the German soldiers inside shouted and began to rush down to land and wear.

"For the Führer! Go!" The soldiers stepped on the soft sand and staggered forward. Their shouts were loud, but the speed of the attack was really not fast.

Then, a flare fell at their feet, and everyone watched the flare stop.

In the distance, the officer holding the trumpet shouted loudly and gave an order: "Soldiers around the flare, you have been hit by bullets! Lie down on the spot, lie down on the spot, no conversation!"

"Damn! We are still running, how can we all get hit by machine guns?" A soldier threw the Mauser 98k rifle in his hand on the beach and complained gloomily.

Beside him, another soldier had already sat on the beach holding his stg-44 assault rifle, staring blankly at his companions who were still shouting and attacking in the distance.

Unfortunately, these soldiers who escaped the catastrophe were not able to go far. They were quickly sentenced and had to leave 20 soldiers as wounded before moving on.

"Hey, let me see, if we really lose so many soldiers, then the landing battle is impossible to win... We are all dead, who can continue to attack?" There were more than one soldier complaining, and the voice was no longer there. Deliberately pressed.

The officer beside them looked at the place where the smoke was rising in the distance, squinting with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke was simulated paratrooper airborne destruction, but unfortunately these things don't look realistic.

Although there was a tragic punishment, at the time of the landing, it was sentenced to lose a full one-third of its troops. But there is no gun smoke, no gunfire and no fire, so no matter what, people can't find the atmosphere of the battlefield.

"I really don't know what the people above think. We have all seen the real war, but what is the use of them training us like this?" An officer asked his companion, smoking a cigarette.

"I heard from the head of the regiment that it was the head of state who believed that after gaining air and sea dominance, the landing battle would still suffer heavy losses." Hearing the question, another officer replied helplessly.

As he answered, he looked at the new troops that washed up on the beach in the distance. Their losses were much smaller. It may be that the troops that had just attacked had partially consumed the beachhead line.

"The Führer is sure that we will suffer even more losses than all the previous battles... The entire beach will turn into a sea of ​​fire... It's almost like dying." Finally, the officer shrugged his shoulders and said this.

His answer obviously made the other party dissatisfied: "If our attack is almost the same as death, why does the Fuhrer insist that we go to death?"

"I don't know about this, maybe he doesn't like us." The officer took out a cigarette from the package and put it in his mouth to end the conversation.

Farther away, a destroyer with a cameo command was floating on the sea. The turbulence made all the army commanders on the ship pale, and occasionally the sound of retching could be faintly heard.

"The telegram came back from the beach, our army was attacked by the enemy's intensive fire... The losses were heavy, and the troops still can't control the beach..." An officer stood on the bridge, saluted the army general, and reported the latest battle situation.

"The tide is not the same as expected. It's a full 21 minutes late... The attack was blocked, but isn't the loss penalty a bit too much?" The commander frowned and asked his servants.

"Sir, the 1st regiment has lost 300 troops, but we are still on the beach and have not achieved any results." The regiment commander said to his commander with a bitter look on his face.

The penalty just now cost at least half of the first soldiers who washed up on the beach. In such a state, it is simply impossible to expect the soldiers trapped on the beach to do something.

"Those soldiers, if they really experienced such cruelty, then they really can't do anything... They can only be suppressed on the beach, waiting to die, waiting for God to leave them." The general said painfully own judgment.

At this time, the exercise on the beach was still going on. Soldiers were sent out one by one, sitting on the spot and pretending to be corpses...

In the exercise headquarters in mainland France, several field marshals in charge of this exercise, as well as a large group of generals, looked at the map and talked freely about the virtual battle situation in front of them.

No one was optimistic about the situation of the exercise. They all believed that in such a state of high damage, Germany's landing in the UK was simply blocking itself.

"Haven't the armored force been on the beach yet?" General Manstein, who came here from the Eastern Front to watch such a brutal exercise, asked Guderian, who was also a general by his side.

Both of them came here temporarily from the Eastern Front to observe and study, and they were naturally much more familiar with each other than the generals who had been commanding on the Western Front.

Manstein looked at the constantly deduced markings on the map, shook his head and said: "There are too few ships, and all the battles are still dominated by light infantry."

"This kind of armament, attacking the enemy's strong garrison position, is no different from sending death." Guderian shook his head and said with regret.

Manstein didn't think so, because in the process of the Führer's landing in the UK, he really played the light infantry to an unprecedented height.

The sneak attack of the airborne troops on the first night was simply a stroke of genius. Tens of thousands of soldiers who were airborne behind the enemy line completely blocked the battlefield and destroyed the depth of the enemy's defense line.

The British coastal defense force, which had lost its rear support and was disrupted by paratroopers, could only rely on the soldiers on the beach to block it. The battle that was supposed to be won has also become a battle of time between reinforcements and attacks.

In the midst of this subtle change, the party that was going to win had a variable unknowingly. As long as the German beachhead attack goes well, the losses are huge, but it is not necessarily impossible to win.

"With the new weapons and equipment, use individual rocket launchers to suppress the opponent's bunkers as soon as possible. Although the losses are not small, the chances of winning should be high." Manstein looked at the map in the distance and explained to Guderian.

Guderian obviously did not agree. In his opinion, even light infantry who played tricks were still light infantry.

Compared with the arduous battle of doing a dojo in a snail shell, he prefers the kind of battle that uses thousands of tanks on the vast plains.

When the tank was running at full power and rushed to the enemy's position, when the tank guns roared, smashing the enemy's defense line and opening the gap, the pleasure of letting the infantry swarmed was the refreshing feeling of Guderian's dream.

"Maybe, if it was my action plan, at this time, at least some tanks should be sent to the beachhead to provide cover for the infantry." Guderian said stubbornly to Manstein.

"What you said also makes sense. If you provide some tanks appropriately, instead of simply attacking with infantry~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the effect may be much better." Manstein nodded in agreement.

In fact, when they were sitting in the rear exercise headquarters discussing the battle on the front line, a modified tank landing ship had been busy by the sea for a long time.

The German sailors on the deck felt helpless against the No. 3 tank that had been suspended in mid-air by a crane.

Compared with the United Kingdom and the United States, German ships, whether civilian or military, have not specially unloaded tanks. So for Germany, how to get the tanks ashore is definitely a headache.

In real history, in order to solve this problem, Germany's solution was to convert the No. 3 tank into a "diving tank", so that ships could throw these tanks into the sea and wash up on the shore.

If you are lucky and don't hit a rock, if you are lucky and don't fall into a deep pit, these tanks can drive to the shore to fight...

Even if the German tank driver was persuaded to make a temporary cameo role as a submarine officer, this experience is obviously not a good choice.

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