Near Abersoh, a coastal town on the Cohen Peninsula in North Wales, Irish Army First Class Evan Gallach knelt in an open wheat field, with his helmet covered with grass leaves and a rifle in his hand. His excitement when he first entered the battle had disappeared, and was replaced by a complex expression of confusion, confusion, and even a little nervous and anxious. Around him, paratroopers of the same combat team squat or prostrated, and further afield, there were hundreds of soldiers, most of whom were Irish, paratroopers, marines, and ordinary army soldiers, and a small number of Germans were the first German Marines to land here.

To the east of the wheat field is a gravel road running north and south. It is about half a foot higher than the wheat field. It is so narrow that it can only barely run in parallel. A trench for crawling shooting has been dug out on the shoulder of the west side. This is a temporary front built by the coalition landing forces, but it is empty at this time. If you observe carefully, you will find that the trench excavated along the road has been tested by war. The best proof is the charred craters, broken weapons and various indescribable fragments.

The smoke of gunfire dissipated and the sound of gunfire stopped. The early summer sun baked the earth, dispelling the wet and coldness of the rainy season. When we were outdoors, we could sleep without a bedding, but people here had no intention of rest. Soon, someone shouted "The enemy plane is coming" in German and Irish. The tension was suddenly ignited. Almost everyone crawled on the ground, with eyes hidden in wheat straw watching the sky vigilantly. A moment later, a roar sounded from far to near, and two single-engine biplane painted with ring logos whizzing past tens of meters above the ground. The pilots in the back seat operated the machine guns on the movable brackets to continuously shoot towards the ground. At a height of three to four thousand meters, you can see dozens of war eagles chasing each other and fighting fiercely.

More than three hours have passed since the Irish paratroopers landed. The development of the combat situation on the Cohen Peninsula showed two extremes: the start was extremely smooth and the progress was extremely bad. Paratroopers airborne assault, fleet fire support, troops landed on the beach, and the coalition's three axes of amphibious operations were extremely sharp. They defeated the resistance of the British garrison troops in just one wave and captured several tactical strongholds, including Abersoh. The British Aberdaren Fortress was also bombarded into ruins by the coalition fleet. The coalition landing troops quickly spread along the preset route. However, the British ground troops in the inland direction had not yet arrived, and the British Air Force fighter jets and light bombers flocked to the crowd. The German-Iraq coalition originally invested 76 battles.

Thousands of fighter jets in the aircraft squadron have set up air protection parachutes for the landing troops. As the British army mobilized a large number of fighter jets to attack the Irish capital, more than half of the fighter jet squadrons were temporarily transferred to intercept, which left the British Air Force's tactical counterattack in North Wales. Many coalition ships that came to the landing troops were injured and sunk. The biggest loss was the German dreadnought "Border Governor". This battleship that once dominated the North Sea suffered four aviation torpedoes and multiple aviation bombs. It was first stranded on the southern coast of the Cohen Peninsula, and then an ammunition exploded. The entire ship ignited a raging fire. The surviving crew had no choice but to abandon the ship. It became the first large warship to the German Navy in this war.

Amid the harsh whimpering, another plane fell from a high altitude with long smoke trails. Gallach vaguely heard an Irish Navy lieutenant say it was a US-made Hawk fighter jet of the British Air Force. This remark caused a little excitement among the Irish soldiers, after all, they did not have absolute confidence in victory like the Germans.

Two single-engine, biplane, two-seater British light bombers went and didn't come back. After a while, there was movement in the calm wheat field. Gallach climbed up slowly and returned to his kneeling and squatting position on the ground before. He must first thank this camouflage combat uniform for his camouflage combat uniform, and secondly, the coalition fleet that attracted the main firepower of the British aviation troops. Although his mood was complicated at the moment, he was still relatively optimistic. After all, the German and Ireland aviation troops have an overwhelming advantage over the British Air Force. The front-line airport in eastern Ireland from the Cohen Peninsula is no longer far from the rear base than British aircraft. Since the coalition landed on the Cohen Peninsula, there are still many more fighters lingering over the soldiers than British aircraft. As the war deepens, the number of British fighters taking advantage of the opportunity should continue to decrease.

The first noon I came to England was spent at this rhythm. Gallach didn't feel hungry, so he only ate a little dry food. However, the big machine gunner voraciously killed a whole piece of field food. His good appetite was enviable.

Less than two o'clock, sharp whistles rang in the fields, the silent front became active, the slogans of the officers came one after another, and the soldiers rushed towards the gravel road, and on the horizon to the east, a yellow wave was slowly coming.

"Caval? Oh my god, are these conservative British people still living in the 10s? Haven't they ever calculated that the cost of raising a war horse for a long time is enough to buy a 6-ton armored vehicle. Armored vehicles can withstand bullets and shrapnel, and can carry machine guns and infantry to enter the battlefield. What about war horses? They can only carry a cavalry in khaki uniforms to serve as a target for the machine gun!"

Somewhere along the trench built along the road, an Irish lieutenant colonel used a cannon mirror to observe the enemy situation, while using his not-so-pure German to complain to the German major beside him. The British troops who appeared in sight had already launched a battle formation, and it was difficult to accurately estimate their number based on ground observation alone. Judging from the situation of the scattered line, the British army invested at least the division-level scale.

The German major, who was about 40 years old, poked his head wearing an m20 steel helmet out of the trench and held a pair of binocular military telescopes in both hands. The British cavalry could indeed be seen in the field of view, but at best, there were only four or five hundred cavalrymen, less than a standard cavalry regiment. Moreover, they were divided into four or five cavalry teams, and they should be just reconnaissance cavalry who made outposts to the large army.

"Vehicles consume fuel, but the British local area does not produce oil at all. If the war lasts for several years and the British navy cannot break the blockade, then Britain's oil reserves will be exhausted. From this perspective, it is still necessary to equip a small amount of cavalry... Have you seen it? Behind the cavalry are chariots, covering the camouflage, like moving bushes!"

The Irish Lieutenant Colonel responded, "I saw that those guys were not big, maybe the Vicks light chariots were the leader, but there must be more powerful cruiser chariots or infantry chariots behind them. Captain, we have too few weapons to deal with chariots now, so we need to call for air support immediately, and we must let the chariot troops who are landing arrive as soon as possible, otherwise this line of defense will not be able to defend at all."

The German major turned his head and waved to his communications soldier, called him to give him a few instructions, and then said to the Irish officer beside him: "I think it is unlikely that the British will attack us before the sun sets. In that case, they will break through not only our defense, but also withstand our plane bombing and ship bombardment."

As they were talking, the roar of planes came from the sky. The reason why there was no early warning was received this time was because these were all coalition aircraft. Looking around, thirty or forty monoplanes and more than twenty biplanes flew from Ireland in several formations. Monoplanes were covering the middle and high altitudes, and biplanes attacked at medium and low altitudes. Soon, they roared over the coalition positions, and the aviation bombs mounted on the biplanes were clearly visible.

Looking at this exciting scene, the German major's tone was still as calm as a mountain: "The biggest problem now is that the floating trest we prepared in advance was destroyed by the bombing of British aircraft. Heavy weapons can only be carried ashore one by one by one by landing ship. Even if the situation is very smooth, the chariot troops landed on the shore before dark have at most two battalions. Although the British railway hubs and railway bridges in the North Wales region were also violently bombed by our air force, we cannot be sure of the damage to the enemy's facilities and their wartime repair capabilities. The number of chariots that the British army put into the attack tonight may be several times or even dozens of times that of ours."

The Irish lieutenant colonel frowned: "It seems that it is hard to say whether we can survive tonight. If we are not lucky, we may be driven into the sea by the British?"

The German major turned to look at the Alliance Officer who was about the same age as himself: "I mean, we need to make the worst plans to let the soldiers know that today's battle may be very difficult and may have to pay a heavy price to defend the defense line. Therefore, everyone must do their best and not be lucky. They always feel that the Air Force and the Navy can help us get everything done."

The Irish lieutenant colonel pondered: "Maybe you are right. We must try our best to rely on our own strength to defend the most critical night. When tomorrow, many difficult problems will be solved."

Before the German major opened his mouth, fires flashed in the distance and thunder rushed. A fifty-kilogram aviation bomb was powerful enough to match the bombardment of field howitzers. More than 20 fighter jets dropped bombs one after another, and the impact of the explosion could be detected more than ten kilometers away.

Looking at the dust and smoke that covered the view, Irish Lieutenant Colonel was optimistic again: "If our planes repeatedly bombed throughout the afternoon, there would be no need to wait until dark, the British troops gathered to attack would have lost their combat effectiveness!"

The German major hesitated for a moment: "I hope so too."

After entering the trench, Irish paratrooper Evan Gallach placed his rifle in front. Except for the spectacular scene of his own fighter jets flying over and bombing the British army, he spent the rest of his time digging the trenches to gain the greatest chance of survival under enemy artillery fire. It was not until his cover was dug to more than half a meter deep, and he basically reached the standard of individual cover for kneeling shooting that he stopped temporarily, and focused his attention and looked ahead.

The British man opposite has not been moved for so long, was he stunned by the bombing?

No, they are doing the same thing: digging trenches!
Chapter completed!