Imperial Overlord

At this moment, Lehman had a little sense of security. Then he took the assault rifle in his arms and sorted out the magazines in his duffel bag while noticing the situation around him.

Before he could sort out his weapons and ammunition, a terrifying sound suddenly erupted in the darkness not far away.

A British anti-aircraft gun position appears to have reloaded its magazines and is firing violently into the sky.

I don't know if I was lucky or very unfortunate. The location where Lehmann landed was only a few dozen meters away from the anti-aircraft artillery position.

The shells fired by the shining British anti-aircraft guns were flying into the sky not far away. The light allowed Lyman to see some of the surrounding conditions, but the scenery in front of him was swallowed up by darkness again in an instant.

As soon as possible, he put the spare magazine into the ammunition pocket on his chest, and suddenly wanted to thank the Führer for his thoughtfulness—the H-shaped tactical sling allowed him to carry more ammunition than before.

On the battlefield, more ammo means easier survival. After he filled his chest with the magazine, he found a place to hang the oval grenade.

Touching the Belgian-made pistol on the belt around his waist, Lehmann felt that he was now armed to the teeth.

So, without encountering any comrades, he planned to launch his own attack. He felt that he should kill the British anti-aircraft artillery position that was constantly firing into the sky, and try his best to prevent the other party from continuing to interfere with his own airborne.

Putting his luggage in a hidden position, he bent down and cautiously approached the distant British position.

In a suitable position, he carefully checked the distance of about ten meters around the British army's position, and found that there were no guarded infantry positions around the anti-aircraft gun position.

It was a godsend, he tore off a grenade and pinched it in his palm, then unscrewed the round metal cap a little at a time.

The M39 grenade is not an offensive grenade and does not have the long wooden handle on the German M24 grenade. Because of this, this grenade is easy to carry and is loved by light infantry such as paratroopers.

Of course, this grenade has a shorter throw than the German iconic M24 grenade. After Lyman prepared the grenade, he touched a distance enough for him to launch an assault.

Taking a deep breath, he could now even hear the British troops shouting orders in the trenches. He waited for the opportunity, waiting for the moment of the violent attack.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The rhythmic cannon sounds began again, the British anti-aircraft guns fired again, and the tracer bullets shone in the darkness, illuminating everything around them.

Taking advantage of this brief light, Lyman activated the grenade and threw it into the British anti-aircraft artillery position not far away.

He heard the sound of grenades hitting metal, as well as curious questions from British soldiers. Then, without waiting for the other party to react, the grenade exploded with a "boom".

The splashing mud hit Lyman's helmet, making a crackling sound. After avoiding the raised dust, Lyman rolled into the British anti-aircraft gun position with his weapon in hand.

Using the faint moonlight, he could clearly see the swaying figures in the trenches, and instinctively pulled the trigger, the flames of the muzzle shone, illuminating everything in front of him.

The British anti-aircraft gun shooters lay down in the bunkers, some people may still be alive, but they were blown to a half-dead state by Lyman's grenade.

While the men were still moaning, Lyman had launched his own attack, firing at every British soldier lying or leaning in the bunker until he ran out of magazines on his assault rifles.

After all, he is only one person. At this time, he cannot have the slightest chance or hesitation. He must kill all the enemies to survive this battle.

It wasn't until he removed the magazine from his weapon, pulled a new magazine from his chest, inserted it into the gun, and pulled the bolt that everything was silent.

By the moonlight, he could barely see everything around him. The British soldiers who were lying on the ground were silent, obviously they had all been killed.

Leaning in a small corner of the trench, Lyman carefully looked at the entire trench. At this time, he was not quite sure whether there were still fish that slipped through the net, hiding in the corner, waiting for his carelessness.

"Hero!" Outside the bunker, a voice shouted out the password for tonight's action in German, and Lehmann subconsciously lowered his voice and replied, "Flag!"

Several bent soldiers jumped into the bunker, and one of them was still carrying his own supplies bag. After they jumped into the bunker, they were startled by the corpse under their feet.

"Damn it!" The leading German paratrooper yelled in a low voice because he didn't see the friendly army answering his question, and stepped on the body of a British soldier with one foot.

Apparently, the explosion of the grenade here attracted German soldiers, as well as British soldiers nearby.

Before Lyman could remind his comrades, the British soldier who touched him from the other side of the bunker opened fire on the other side.

"Bah!" The opponent's Lee Enfield rifle sounded crisply, and a bullet hit a German soldier, who fell down and made a muffled sound next to the anti-aircraft gun.

This anti-aircraft gun bunker appears to be a covered enemy infantry position, and the bunker itself appears to be connected to the infantry guard position with trenches.

No nonsense, Layman took up his weapon, and simply pulled the trigger in the direction of the enemy's fire. His muzzle flash came on again, followed by the sound of dense gunfire.

"Tud! Tud! Tud!" The bullet flew towards the blurry target in the dark night. Everything was based on feeling. After Layman poured out half of the bullet from the magazine, he quickly moved his body and avoided the original position.

He felt that in this dark war, the opponent's counterattack could only rely on his senses, and the muzzle flame he had just seen.

Therefore, he moved his body instinctively and quickly, using the anti-aircraft gun in front of him as a cover to avoid the bullets flying in front of him as much as possible.

It is a pity that he overestimated the British soldiers and underestimated the strafing that he had prepared for. That string of bullets knocked over all the three British soldiers who had rushed over to the ground, leaving no chance for the other party to fire back.

Assault rifles are second only to shotguns and submachine guns in such a narrow area. Compared with the opponent's Lee Enfield rifle, it is much stronger.

Before the German paratroopers who jumped into the bunker had not reacted, Lehmann had already killed the British soldiers to confirm the battlefield.

In the chaos, the surrounding British soldiers seemed to finally realize what was happening, and a flare shot into the air, illuminating all the surrounding areas at once.

With the light of this flare, Lyman finally saw clearly which unit the friendly troops around him were from—they were also soldiers of the 1st Battalion, but they belonged to different platoons.

"Where's your commander?" Lyman lowered his body and asked these bewildered recruits.

A few recruits obviously haven't figured out the current situation. Two people are trying to rescue their comrades who fell in a pool of blood, that is, the unlucky guy who was shot just now.

The rest of the people looked at Laiman, and someone finally answered, "Sir, we didn't see our commander!"

The battlefield was so chaotic that Lehmann didn't see where his soldiers landed, but the German paratroopers had fought in this chaotic situation too many times, and they had their own way of dealing with the chaos.

"Okay! Before you meet your commander, you must obey my command!" After simply deciding "who is the boss", Lyman began to arrange tactical tasks.

He pointed to the traffic trench on the side of the bunker leading to the trench: "You two! Form crossfire and block this direction!"

After hearing the mission, the two soldiers finally recovered some states. They used the light of the flares to defend the gap where the British army might attack with their rifles.

Lehmann found a corner, suddenly stuck his head out, and briefly observed the warning position of the British army on the opposite side.

He saw the British soldiers over there pointing and shouting, as if giving an order to attack. The other party saw Lyman sticking out his head, and Lyman also saw the British officer who gave the order.

The distance between the two sides is closer than expected~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is almost the throwing distance of the M24 grenade. It's a pity that Lehmann doesn't have such a grenade, and can only get closer and use the M39 to solve the problem.

Retracting his head, Lyman vowed never to do this again. He knew that at this time, the other party had already aimed his gun at his position, and he would be greeted by bullets flying from all directions.

Depressing his body, Lyman found a suitable place to prepare for departure: "Cover me! Fire at the fastest speed to suppress the British troops on my flanks, can you do it?"

Not knowing that these were not his subordinates, and whether he understood his orders or not, Layman took his assault rifle and rushed into the traffic trench connecting the positions of the two armies.

He could faintly hear the sound of weapons firing, and he held his STG-44 assault rifle and aimed at the other side of the traffic trench.

About halfway through the distance, Lyman knelt down on one knee, leaned against the side of the traffic ditch, tore off another grenade hanging from the armed belt, tore off the fuse, and threw it out.

The grenade rolled on the ground and rolled all the way into the trenches of the British army in the distance...