Imperial Overlord

"We're going to attack in a few minutes." Boroll looked at his pocket watch, holding his weapon through the gap in the bushes, observing the British position on the opposite side.

The other party didn't know their arrival, and depending on the other party's reaction, because the paratroopers launched attacks in all directions at the same time, the garrison of the airport was obviously dispersed.

"There aren't many soldiers here...it's probably only three squads and one platoon." Lyman nodded in agreement and agreed.

With such a small number of people, the German paratroopers really didn't pay attention. They looked at the enemy positions in the distance, and they really wanted to jump up and capture the flag.

Time passed by a minute and a second, and suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence of the silence. Lyman looked at Gunther not far away with surprise, and really wanted to walk over and give this **** a kick.

Because at this moment, Gunther was holding his Mauser rifle, staring at the slightly hot muzzle.

Go on fire! This was Lyman's first reaction, and his second reaction, the location where they were hiding now, had been completely exposed.

Sure enough, after almost two seconds, the British left-wing machine gun positions opened fire violently, the bullets hit the bushes, and the broken branches were peeled off everywhere.

Squinting, Boroll decisively gave the order to fire back: "Don't fire quickly! Wait for the British to come and capture the prisoners?"

With his loud shout, the German machine gunners who had already found a cover position, of course, would not continue to play deaf and dumb, and in an instant, they would return a hail-like counterattack to the opponent.

"Five minutes later..." As if he wanted to add something, the paratrooper's company commander pointed to the British army position in the distance, but a gunshot interrupted his words.

"Who shot?" The company commander looked at the soldiers next to him with a confused look, and then the British army position opposite him became lively in an instant.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Without any hesitation, the British machine guns roared, and the intensive firepower swept towards the hidden position of the German flank on the other side.

And almost at the same time, the machine guns of the German paratroopers also began to retaliate. The MG-42 machine gun, which had a unique sound because of its high rate of fire, poured out a rain of bullets at the same time.

Then, braved by the dense bullets, the German paratroopers carried their weapons and began to approach the British positions with their waists bowed. The fierce gunfire from both sides echoed over the airport.

"Maybe it's the soldier over there who was discovered by the enemy?" An old paratrooper with an assault rifle glanced at his company commander and said.

"Then what are you waiting for! Order the soldiers to fire! Suppress the enemy's firepower and cover the attack of our troops!" Desperate, after the company commander issued such an order, he continued to look at the nearby British positions.

"Bah! Bah!" On this side, the Germans also started shooting, and the Mauser rifles and the British Lee Enfield rifles all joined the carnival of weapons playing.

Speaking of which, the British army is now in a daze, and the high-level is still arguing with the Greek defenders about whether the Greek troops are not allowed to unilaterally surrender and give up resistance.

As a result, the German paratroopers started to attack last night. In some places, the Greek army was surrendering to the German paratroopers, and in some places, the British army was desperately fighting back.

The situation is chaotic, only some important places are still firmly in the hands of British soldiers, and at this moment, the airport is where there are many British garrison troops.

As the machine guns roared, the short-lived peace was finally broken again, and the British defenders, who had been nervous all night, finally saw the ferocity of the German paratroopers.

The German machine gun that had chosen the flank cover position took only a split second to hit hundreds of bullets on the sandbags of the British machine gun position.

The sound of crackling bullets embedded in sandbags, along with the sputtering white smoke, scared the British soldiers to withdraw quickly to hide.

Taking advantage of the British machine gun being suppressed by fire, Lyman also knew that his subordinates had caused trouble just now, so he shouted an attack, and rushed out of his hiding place with his weapon.

Gunther was also embarrassed at this time, and rushed out with his own weapon. At this time, one is afraid of taking the lead in everything. With two leading the charge, the rest of the German army will naturally become brave.

At first, a few people stooped and ran forward, and then a German paratrooper who stood up happened to be hit by a bullet in his helmet.

Fortunately, he did not die, but the steel helmet was wiped out by the bullet with a bright color. The ding sound scared him to crawl down quickly, and the German troops who followed the charge also obediently gave up the plan to follow the trend.

Lehman only felt that bullets whizzed past him from time to time, and he didn't have time to dodge. He ran forward for a long distance with a momentum and stopped at a pothole. pace.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The assault rifle in his hand aimed at the enemy in the front position, pulled the trigger and fired a row of bullets.

Because the distance was close enough, the British soldiers who had just exposed their heads and were about to control their machine guns to continue firing suffered.

Yes, the bullet flew head-on, hitting the opponent's face directly, and then... blood splattered everywhere, and the remaining half of his head lay on his back in the bunker.

Leiman, who opened fire, was also very embarrassed. The kettle around his waist was pierced by a bullet. Obviously, the enemy was also desperately aiming at him, trying to kill him.

Before he could adjust his posture, Lyman hurriedly rolled into the shallow pit, pulled out a grenade, and twisted the top of the dome with **** desperately.

Unlike the pull ring on the American grenade, the German fuze is pulled with a wire, so the preparation time is a bit long when it is activated.

The bullets rained down on the edge of the shallow pit where Lehmann was hiding, until the second German paratrooper rolled in, and the enemy's fire did not stop.

Seeing that it was the unlucky Gunther who rolled in, Lyman ignored him, pulled the grenade away, and after two seconds he threw it hard in the direction of the British defender's position.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded into smoke, and the German suppressive firepower roared again, giving Lehmann another chance to move forward.

"Get on the bayonet! Follow me!" After changing a magazine, Lyman shouted loudly to Gunther, and then he took his weapon and rushed out of the shallow pit.

With the mud rising from the bullet at his feet, Lyman finally rushed to the enemy's position. Taking advantage of the oppression the grenade brought to the enemy, he picked up his weapon and pulled the trigger into the bunker.

There was no time to aim, and no aim was needed. The British soldiers hiding in the trenches were hit in the chest or back by the bullet shot by Lyman.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The slightly crisp continuous firing sound of the assault rifle burst out, and with the surging bullets, it began to extend from one side of the bunker to the other.

With his own momentum, Lyman's body fell into the bunker, and when he fired the last bullet, the whole person had lost his center of gravity.

Confused, when he got up again, the magazine of the STG-44 assault rifle in his hand was empty, and there were several British soldiers holding rifles on his side.

Subconsciously, Lehmann pulled out the Belgian pistol from his waist and hit the British soldiers over the trench.

There were only 7 rounds of 9mm pistol bullets in the magazine, and Lehmann emptied the bullets in one breath, knocking the rushing British soldiers to the ground.

Before he could find time to change his magazine, Lyman was pushed to the ground by a British soldier who slipped through the net behind him.

As soon as he turned over to see the face of the other party, the other party picked up a Lee Enfield rifle on the ground and pulled the bolt on the gun.

After scolding, Lehman gritted his teeth and kicked the opponent's ankle with his own foot. The British soldier who was caught off guard suddenly fell face down in Lehman's direction.

The other party was condescending, obviously taking the initiative. When he fell, he gave Laiman a heavy blow, which made Laiman dizzy.

Then, the other party grabbed Lehman's neck, making Lehman breathless all of a sudden. Lyman kept struggling, trying to break free from the opponent's suppression.

At the moment of the scuffle, Lyman felt the approaching footsteps of the **** of death. He was pressed to the ground in the enemy's trench, and it was estimated that he would be killed by the incoming enemy troops in the next second.

In desperation, he let out a whimper like a beast, and in fact he couldn't utter any decent words. Immediately afterwards, he felt that the strength of the other party's strangulation suddenly disappeared, and fresh air rushed into his lungs.

The opponent fell down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then Gunther was holding his rifle and gasping for breath with his blood-red bayonet. Lyman froze there, he really did not expect that Gunther would save his life one day.

Pushing aside the corpse on his body, Lyman struggled to stand up, only to find that the other side of the trench was also occupied by his friendly troops.

Some German paratroopers were firing in the direction of the airfield, and Gunther was leaning against the wall of the bunker, wondering what he was thinking.

"Thank...Thank you!" Lyman took a breath, then picked up the pistol on the ground and thanked Gunther who was leaning against the wall of the bunker.

When his eyes crossed the bunker on this high ground and landed unobstructed on the airport not far away, his pupils shrank for a moment: "My God, what is that?"

Gunther also broke free from the nervous feeling of killing, and subconsciously looked to the other side of the bunker, so he saw those behemoths parked at the airport and covered with camouflage nets.

"It's bigger than our transport plane... Are these weapons all British?" Lyman subconsciously asked Gunther beside him.