Imperial Overlord

If standing there in a daze, you can win all wars, then soldier may be a very popular profession.

"Attack! Attack!" Just as Lehmann and Gunther looked at the American bomber B-17 in the distance and sighed in shock, the German paratroopers shouted orders and rushed to the runway of the airport.

Gunther picked up the **** bayonet rifle and aimed at a British engineer standing in the distance at a loss. The man was carrying a shovel and looked helplessly at the German soldiers in front of him.

Behind the British soldier, there were dozens of British engineers. Seeing the German army coming, they fled back without their helmets and armor.

Gunther calmly pulled the trigger, and then heard a "boom" shot. With the sound of the gunshot, just a moment later, the British soldier who was staring blankly at him fell down with blood sprayed.

Killing is sometimes a very easy thing. As long as the psychological barrier is overcome, a hysterical soldier can kill for granted.

Removing the magazine from the pistol, Lehmann shoved the only new pistol magazine left into his Belgian pistol.

This Belgian-produced improved pistol, most of which uses stamped parts, is a very easy-to-produce weapon.

It uses the German 9mm caliber pistol round, but not many are issued to infantry.

According to regulations, only German paratroopers and second-line fighters will be equipped with this kind of individual combat self-defense weapon with only 7 bullets.

And most of the German soldiers equipped with this kind of weapon only distribute 1 or 2 magazines as replacement parts. According to the regulations on the use of pistols, the magazines are the same as the magazines of submachine guns and assault rifles. Discarded.

So, after replacing the new magazine and the last one, Lehmann stuffed the replaced empty magazine into his pocket and didn't throw it away.

"Bah!" Gunther, who was beside him, fired another shot while Lyman crouched on the ground and reloaded his weapon.

As if he had adapted to the cruel battlefield, Gunther was calm and silent now, as if he was a natural soldier, and he naturally made people feel sick when he shot.

Lehman didn't know who he was aiming at again, whether he hit it this time. He pulled out the empty magazine from his assault rifle, put it back into his uncomfortable pocket, and inserted a new magazine into his body.

Then, almost instinctively, he pulled his gun and got ready to shoot: "Follow me! Let's get those Englishmen out of here!"

This time, he paid attention to Gunther beside him, and when he saw Gunther nodded subconsciously, he held his weapon and jumped out of the parapet of the bunker in front of him.

There were already German paratroopers in front of the enemy's firepower, and there was an anti-aircraft artillery position surrounded by sand next to the airstrip, which was firing in the direction of the German paratroopers.

For infantry, the enemy's anti-aircraft guns can be said to be a very deadly threat. Not to mention that that thing hits very accurately, the key is that the rate of fire is astonishingly fast.

The anti-aircraft artillery, which has an advantage in range and is unmatched in power, caused enormous pressure to the advancing German paratroopers.

Moreover, the violent firepower seems to be too visually stunning, and the tracer bullets used against aircraft are still very conspicuous even in the daytime.

Looking at the raindrop-like tracer bullets dragging the laser-like light and flying towards him, and the dust flying around him, it is estimated that no one is willing to stand up and continue to attack.

"Damn it! Where are the flanking offensive troops?" Holding his steel helmet with his hand, the German paratrooper officer looked anxiously at the position slaughtered by enemy anti-aircraft artillery in the distance, and asked loudly.

Seeing that one of the German warriors who rushed forward was swept away by the dense anti-aircraft artillery shells, his arms flew out so far, everyone had to lie down and wait for a more suitable opportunity to attack.

At this time, Lyman was holding his weapon and was running in the direction of the British anti-aircraft gun position. He heard the wind blowing through his ears, heard his own breathing, and seemed to hear the footsteps following him.

Not only Gunther, but also the other two soldiers under his command... In the battle for positions outside the airport just now, two of his subordinates disappeared, so now there are only three people behind Lehmann. .

Without any hesitation, taking advantage of the fact that the anti-aircraft guns fired by the opponent were not aiming at his side, Layman approached the opponent's position as much as possible.

Unlike the surrounding machine gun positions and the anti-aircraft gun positions at night, the anti-aircraft gun positions in the airport are not aimed at ground targets.

Therefore, in terms of design, this pure anti-aircraft artillery position pursues the widest and effective firing range as possible, and there is no solid bunker to deal with the surrounding dangers.

The most deadly problem is that most of the anti-aircraft artillery positions at the airport will not arrange a cover infantry line of defense because the possibility of the enemy's ground attack on the airport is not considered.

In other words, around this anti-aircraft gun position, there was no infantry cover, and no machine gun positions to take care of the flanks, which gave Lyman and others a chance to approach.

The British officer who commanded the anti-aircraft guns to shoot at the German paratroopers in the distance suddenly noticed that several German paratroopers were rushing towards them on the flank.

In a hurry, he pulled out his pistol and shouted loudly to remind his subordinates to pay attention.

This is a real anti-aircraft gun position. There are gunners and loaders, but no one often practices individual weapons such as rifles.

Although at midnight last night, two rifles were temporarily allocated to each anti-aircraft artillery position, it was indeed difficult for the anti-aircraft artillerymen to use their rifles to retreat from the enemy.

The two soldiers hurriedly grabbed the rifles leaning against the bunker, and the officer aimed the pistol at Lyman who was running over. However, his first shot was too early to threaten the attacking enemy at all.

If you have really aimed at an enemy 20 meters away, you will know that without serious training, it is not an easy task to accurately hit your opponent at this distance.

The volume of the opponent on the front sight is about the same size as the visual effect of the can in front of him. Counting the recoil of the pistol, it is not bad to achieve ten rounds and six hits.

The one who fired was a commander at an anti-aircraft artillery position, and he had no experience in shooting at all on weekdays.

Of course, Lyman was also taken aback by the flying bullets. He instinctively changed the direction of running and looked for a cover where he could hide.

As long as the distance is reduced to about 20 meters, he can use a grenade to help the British soldiers in the bunker to calm down.

"Cover him! Hurry and cover him!" The German commander in the distance shouted loudly when he saw his own soldiers rushing towards the bunker that opened fire.

And the German paratroopers who heard the order put up their weapons desperately and opened fire at the anti-aircraft artillery position in the distance.

The bullets hit around the British anti-aircraft artillery positions like raindrops. The British soldiers who had stuck their heads out to fire on Lehmann could only retreat and dodge in embarrassment.

Originally, someone transported the magazines, and the savage firepower of the anti-aircraft guns continued to be very amazing, but now two British soldiers carrying magazines went to get the rifles, and the suppression firepower of the anti-aircraft guns here also appeared intermittent.

As soon as the suppression fire broke, the German MG-42 machine guns roared. More bullets hit the bunkers, and the stray bullets flew everywhere for a while, scaring all the British soldiers to lose their fighting spirit.

As soon as the unique machine gun sound of the shredding machine MG-42 sounded, Lyman knew that his opportunity was coming. He gave up his plan to find a hidden bunker and continued to rush towards the British position.

Amidst the hail of bullets, Lehman was as tall as a **** when he rushed towards the enemy's position with his weapon in his hands. Dust was flying around him, and it was clear that in the distance there were also British soldiers trying to eliminate the terrifying German paratrooper.

Finally, he slowed down his pace, because right in front of him was the British position submerged in white smoke.

With one foot on the low bunker, Lyman, holding an assault rifle, poured his ammunition into the poor anti-aircraft artillery position.

"Tutu! Tutu!" As the bullets rammed, the British soldiers in the bunker stumbled. When everything fell silent, Lyman jumped into the bunker before he could take care of adjusting his breathing.

Behind him, the second one who jumped into position was Gunther. He was also gasping for breath. After all, running 100 meters against the enemy's bullets with all kinds of things on his back was not an easy task.

"Nice job!" The commanders of the German paratroopers saw Lehmann and Gunther rushing into the enemy's position, and shouted loudly for their soldiers~www.wuxiaspot.com~Which company are they from? Remember these two people, I want to praise them! "The battalion commander narrowed his eyes and instructed the officer behind him.

"Sir! That's the skirmisher that Boroll brought, not our battalion!" The subordinate answered his question with a little regret in his tone,

"What a good soldier!" The battalion commander sighed with emotion, and then loudly gave the order to continue the attack: "Cover them! Suppress the enemy's firepower and organize people to control the runway! We are going to capture those bombers!"

Seeing their soldiers rush into the enemy's bunker, the morale of the German paratroopers was boosted. Some soldiers were already close to the airstrip, and some were holding machine guns in the distance, firing violently at the enemy's buildings.

It was only at this time that Lyman saw that there were several large pits blown out by artillery shells near the runway in the distance. The light aircraft could still take off, but the big guys at the end of the runway seemed to be unable to fly.

The British are repairing these damaged runways overnight, but obviously their construction speed is not as fast as the attack speed of the German paratroopers——

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