Imperial Overlord

Just as Lehman was praying, a new round of British artillery bombardment began again. The cannons that were concentrated from all directions were squandering the ammunition in their hands as if the shells did not need money.

Lyman had to retract his body into the foxhole again, holding his assault rifle and continuing to close his eyes to recuperate.

After a night of rest, the British army seemed to have finally recovered. They frantically counterattacked in the direction of the 1st Parachute Division, trying to open a breach from here.

The battle began at dawn, and when Lyman once again stuck his head out of his foxhole, the British soldier was less than two hundred meters away from him.

He took his STG-44 assault rifle, aimed at the British enemy in the distance, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

During the last night, the British shells did not stop. Including the large-caliber shells from the sea, it simply annoyed the German paratroopers to the extreme.

Now that the German soldiers have been suffocating all night, it is obvious that they need to vent, and they need to vent their anger without reservation.

The way the soldiers vented their anger was very simple. They just kept firing, firing, and hitting their ammunition in the direction of the enemy.

Through a gap in the edge of the foxhole, Lyman saw the British soldiers pouring up. These British soldiers are obviously recruits, and no one will put the main force into the first batch of attacks.

Therefore, although it was tragic, it was far from the time when both sides were injured. Everyone is waiting, waiting for the opponent to be exhausted, and then suddenly launch an offensive to disintegrate the opponent's will.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Lyman's assault rifle bolt vibrated back and forth, pushing a row of bullets out of the barrel, which also brought a lot of recoil.

The **** of the gun rested on Lyman's shoulder, letting him feel the bullets rushing out of the gun. The British soldiers on the opposite side fell down, one by one, groaning and dying in a pool of blood.

This is a war, a brutal war. Both sides have the right to kill, and the defeated will have to pay for the sins of the whole process.

When Ryman emptied a magazine, the British attack stalled. The opponent was obviously not determined to pierce through the German defense line with a single impact, so he gave up very simply.

Amid the hail of bullets from German paratroopers, British soldiers began to retreat. They dropped the hundreds of corpses of their own people lying on the ground, and returned to their starting point in embarrassment with their weapons.

Before everyone returned to the state of rest, the second wave of attacks began again. The British attacked the German positions wave after wave, as if trying to detect a weak point in the defense.

After costing thousands of lives, the British attack finally began to focus and increase in intensity.

Under the cover of two British tanks, thousands of British soldiers with their weapons and chanting the slogan of Long Live His Majesty the King launched a fierce attack on the defensive positions near Leiman.

"Tank!" Pressing his helmet, a German soldier crouched down and shouted loudly to remind his companions.

The remaining German soldiers were still methodically using their own indented defensive positions, consuming the vital strength of the British army.

On Lehman's left, a hidden machine gun position suddenly roared. The unique sound of the MG-42 machine gun made Lehman excited.

The continuous noise of machine guns is like the sound of torn linen. This is the real Hitler's saw, the Führer's ripper.

Sure enough, the bullets formed a rain of bullets and flew into the crowd of British attacking troops from the side. In an instant, more than a dozen people fell, and more people had to stop advancing and lie down to find the source of the bullet that attacked them.

Next, Lehmann's work increased tenfold. He had to cover his machine gun positions to change positions, and try to eliminate the British soldiers who were charging as much as possible.

Hundreds of British soldiers fell in front of his position, and a new round of British artillery bombardment came over before the British wounded who were still wailing and screaming died.

As if preparing to use artillery shells to wipe out all the German soldiers on the position. The explosion swept up the breath of blood, rolling around on top of Lyman's head.

Gunther held his weapon and still closed his eyes as if sleeping, and Lyman could only curl up in the foxhole, waiting for a cannonball to end his life, or to survive another shelling.

Some people are unlucky and some are lucky. On the battlefield, the timid may not survive, and the warriors may die in the next second.

This is an absolutely fair world, God is responsible for deciding everyone's life and death, and everything is based on luck. People who hide in foxholes who dare not even fire a gun may survive, and veterans who kill the enemy bravely may have their heads broken by bullets.

When everything is fair and fair, living is an unfounded thing and everything is likely to die, random and unfounded.

Near the coastline far from the front, the atmosphere is relatively calm. There was a mess left by the bombardment of the British fleet last night, and there was still light smoke everywhere.

The buildings in the city of Margate were destroyed by artillery fire, and the British natives who had no time to retreat are rescuing their relatives and finances from the rubble.

Everything here smells of melancholy, no one speaks, no one refuses the help of the German soldiers. They took the food and things they used without saying thanks, but no one continued to hate these invaders from afar.

These British civilians who survived the disaster are now in their hearts, in a dark corner that they are not aware of, questioning themselves a question that is difficult to answer: the bombardment of their own motherland, and the intruders who attract hatred , who is his real enemy.

Many people handed over the grenades in their hands, and the Germans hung up some prepared signs on the doorsteps of those who handed over their weapons, and the streets became much more harmonious.

Dover was even more miserable than Margate, as it was also a port city and the focus of the British attack.

Last night, at least 50 British bombers broke through the interception net of German night fighters and rushed to Dover, dropping all the bombs they were carrying.

These bombs destroyed more than half of Dover, and although the place was basically empty, it still endured this devastating attack.

The devastation caused by the British Air Force was not over, and the artillery bombardment by the British Navy came as expected. The damage caused by large-caliber naval guns is not comparable to that of aerial bombs.

Dover is now full of bomb craters, and the entire seaside city, plus the original pier, has been reduced to complete ruin.

To rebuild this place is definitely a huge project. The Germans obviously did not intend to take advantage of this place. They built a large floating dock next to it, which is enough to explain everything.

Of course, there are also several floating piers on the beach that were destroyed by the British shelling last night. These piers were sunk by the sea, broken and damaged like a segment of an arm reaching into the sea. There are also some large pits full of seawater on the beach, which are also masterpieces left by artillery shells.

German engineers are working hard to restore order on the beach. Some people are building some simple roads with transported wooden boards, and some people are already building new floating piers.

In order to estimate the United Kingdom, the German army prepared dozens of assembled boxes of floating docks. These things have now been concentrated and used to build the British coastline.

With these floating docks, the landing materials prepared by the German army are being unloaded to British soil. Relying on these sufficient supplies, the German army has begun to steadily expand its occupied area.

The German shipping force, who had prepared for a night, began frantically transporting supplies that had been stagnant overnight to the UK when the sun just hit the English Channel.

Tank after tank was brought up the British coast, along with artillery and other heavy armament.

At first, most of the artillery troops that accompanied the German soldiers landed were using light support weapons such as mortars. Mortars with a maximum caliber of 80 mm became the reliance of most of the time after the German army landed in England.

Although this kind of artillery has a small caliber and insufficient power, at this stage, the Germans only have such weapons in their hands, so they can only make do with such weapons.

The war will never be delayed because the weapon in hand is not suitable, nor can it be suspended because the performance of the weapon is not as good as that of the opponent.

The Germans can't always use aircraft to support their frontline operations~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Near London, German fighters don't have enough time in the air, so to continue to attack the UK, more ground firepower is needed.

After all, no matter how timely air support is, it cannot completely replace ground artillery support for attacking forces.

Even in the era before Li Le passed through, superpowers like the United States did not completely replace ground support firepower, let alone Germany in 1940.

Stepping on the still cold water, the German engineers were busy unloading a 150mm gun on the beach.

The waves surged up and slapped against the icy steel wheels of the artillery. The chalk cliffs, still smoking in the distance, make a great backdrop for photography.

There are also huge craters left by the British naval shelling, and sections of British fortifications that the Germans had no time to destroy.

A truck covered with canvas was unloaded from the improvised landing ship, and the surrounding soldiers looked at their baby with a smile, an inexplicable smile on their faces.