In a trench made of a canal in the north of Abersohh, Evan Gallach carefully poked his head out and looked out. The fierce artillery fire from the sea had just successfully blocked another round of British offensive. The bumpy fields were already in a mess, and the incomplete remains of the dead could be seen everywhere. The destroyed or abandoned chariots were like the piles of wheat in the wheat fields during the harvest season, piled up in the east and west.

Seeing that there was no new person surging in his sight, Galach took a breath, took out the kettle from behind, and twisted it with his hand covered in mud. The clear water entered his throat, and he suddenly felt a sense of comfort as if he had a sweet rain.

"Look, another German army came up!" Private Cahill leaned against the trench wall and turned his head to look south. A team of German soldiers wearing large-eared steel helmets were passing through the traffic trench to this front line of defense. The gray-green camouflage field uniforms they wore were clean and tidy, and it was obvious that they were the support troops newly landed on the Cohen Peninsula.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements with a complete army, a German major in the trench immediately shouted: "Be careful! Be careful! The injured people can evacuate their positions and go to the rear to receive treatment!"

Gallach glanced at Cahill beside him. A deep bone-deep scar was rubbed with a bullet on his right hand. He had been able to bandage it with a hemostatic bandage before, and the blood seemed to have stopped, but judging from his painful expression when he pulled the bolt, he was now gritting his teeth and holding on.

"Go!" Gallach nodded to Cahill.

Cahill was a little reluctant: "As soon as I leave, you are the only one left here."

"How could that happen?" Gallach forced a smile, "There are many Irish people here, and the Germans are also relatively reliable partners on the battlefield. Don't worry! In the future, there is still something to do, keeping your hands is the most important thing right now."

The last sentence obviously came to Cahill's heart. He no longer hesitated, opened his hand and hugged Gallach, said good luck to each other, left the submachine gun, and quickly left with a rifle on his back.

Cahill's position was soon filled by two German soldiers, one tall and one short.

"Hello!" Gallach took the initiative to greet them in German.

The short German soldier noticed Gallach's paratrooper armband at a glance and asked with respect: "Are you an Irish paratrooper?"

Gallach's own home: "Private Evan Gallach, 1st Class of the Royal Irish Paratrooper Battalion."

"Private Tosten Reinhardt, 552nd Infantry Regiment of the Royal German Army."

Both sides shook hands friendly.

In contrast, the tall German soldier looked a little perfunctory when he greeted him, or his attention was attracted by the bloody battlefield scenes.

A short soldier picked up the T-Beretta 28 submachine gun left by Cahill. Based on the deep relationship between the two armies, the outside world generally regarded the Irish Wehrmachine as a miniature German team. However, in fact, in addition to the highly consistent basic training, the two sides have many differences in tactical composition and combat ideas, which are completely different from the geographic environment and strategic positioning of the two countries. The Irish army attaches great importance to tactical units at the level of the "squad", and the tactics of the German army usually revolve around "platoons". The Irish people introduced and equipped a large number of Browning M1911 light machine guns. The Germans dismissed this weapon, but were fond of heavy machine guns that could continuously output firepower; the Irish army evenly distributed the submachine guns to each squad, and the German team was accustomed to assigning each company a commando with a high proportion of automatic weapons...

The German Army's standard submachine guns are mp26 and mp30 developed by Bergman. The appearance and structure are very different from the T-Berreta 28 submachine gun developed by Ireland. However, the three submachine guns are relatively similar in terms of cost and performance, and the ammunition is mutually compatible, providing considerable convenience for the joint combat between the two armies.

"When did you land?" Gallach asked casually.

The short German soldier rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch: "Half an hour ago."

The tall man suddenly interrupted, "Backing the ship three hours ago, landing half an hour ago, and arriving on the front line three minutes ago. We were like parts on the industrial assembly line. When our group of people were killed one by one, new troops would come up to reinforce... What is the difference between the battlefield here and the meat grinder?"

The short German soldier ignored his companion and asked Gallach: "How is the damage to your paratrooper camp from yesterday to now?"

Galach was stunned, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

"I don't know the situation of the entire battalion. There were 11 people when our combat team landed. Now I am the only one who stayed on the front line... 5 people were killed and 5 were injured."

The tall German soldier interrupted again, "Then you are really God's favorite! I hope we will have good luck when we stay by your side."

The short German soldier patted Gallach's arm and was about to comfort him, the tall German soldier shouted: "Look, there is something going on across the street!"

Gallach lay on the edge of the trench and took out the telescope he picked out. The lens on one side was broken, and only one could be used. In the optically enlarged view, countless British soldiers seemed to be ants attracted by food, rushing towards this side in a mighty way, and chariots squirted with blue smoke and marched among the infantry.

Suddenly, the fields behind the British infantry and tanks rose. Gallach knew that the situation was not good and quickly called two German soldiers to guard against enemy shelling. As soon as he finished speaking, the scream of shells coming from the air sounded rapidly, followed by violent explosions and violent shaking. The soldiers on the defense line hid like gophers.

The British army's artillery fire was urgent and fierce. In less than ten minutes, the coalition positions were plowed. Many trenches collapsed due to direct hit by shells, but field artillery fire was not enough to cause heavy damage to the entire defense line. As soon as the British artillery bombardment ended, the coalition positions sounded crisp whistles. In order to avoid the shelling, the soldiers who temporarily retreated quickly returned to their respective battle positions. A team of "Teutonic Knights" also drove from the beach and set up a defensive formation a hundred meters behind the front line of trenches.

Gallach reminded the two German soldiers: "Beware of enemy machine guns, which are usually deployed 800 meters away, and are strafing capriciously. Many people have died because of this. Be careful."

Somewhat unexpectedly, the short German soldier replied calmly: "We have heard of this. I heard that the command center specially transferred two chariot companies, and their mission is to clear the British support firepower."

Gallach turned his head and looked at the German heavy chariots that were much more honest than the "Celtic Warriors", and felt much more at ease.

After a while, the British offensive troops gradually approached the machine gun range. Before the fire of the defense line was strong, a heart-pounding scream suddenly sounded in the sky again. This time, the coalition ships cruising in the near-shore waters hit the ground. The first round of artillery fire was very close to the coalition defense line, and even suspected of accidentally injuring their own soldiers. However, after calibration, the navy's artillery fire accurately hit the British troops. The British infantry and the tanks quickly stopped moving the shells, but they didn't care about these. A flaming storm swept through the open fields, shrapnel scattered, and countless bodies and broken arms danced in the air...

Although the firepower density was not as high as that of British artillery bombardment, the artillery fire of coalition ships lasted for more than twenty minutes, including medium-caliber naval guns, which were equivalent to heavy howitzers of the army. After the artillery fire subsided, the tall German soldier stretched his head and muttered: "Is the British finished?"

"Not that easy!" Gallach responded, while busy preparing to open the magazines in several places before the battle, stocked up more than a dozen grenades in a safe place, and carefully checked the first aid kit in his pocket.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the dead fields ahead of the defense line soon had "liveness". Some of the chariots that seemed to be blown up by artillery fire began to move again, and some bombarded the coalition defense line with chariot guns on the spot. The British soldiers crawled on the ground climbed up and pushed forward carefully, and the sound of machine guns gradually became denser.

The enemy's chariots and scattered lines continued to move forward. After the target entered the effective range of the rifle, the two German soldiers next to Gallach began to shoot, and the bang bang was very lively. As for the shooting effect, they obviously did not have a clear concept.

Gallach ignored these two seemingly calm but actually nervous German soldiers. He lay quietly on the edge of the trench, and the Hubert-ii rifle was placed on the concave piled up. The British machine guns indeed began to sweep back and forth. Thanks to this seemingly inconspicuous pile, the Irish paratroopers only needed to lower their heads a little to ensure that they were safe. The two German soldiers were so shocked that they retracted back into the trench several times.

The Irish paratroopers accidentally mocked the two newly-entrant comrades-in-arms. Just twenty hours ago, when he stepped out of the cabin door, his hands and feet were trembling involuntarily, and his head was blank when he landed on the ground. After 20 hours of bloody storm, he was no longer the self he was yesterday. He watched his companions fall down one by one, his cowardice of nature had been overwhelmed by anger. He could take the life of the enemy like a hunter, and endure the invasion of the storm like a rock. As long as he had not fallen, he could persist in fighting.

Bang……

The Hubert-ii rifle in Gallach's hand finally rang. Immediately afterwards, he held the buttstock with his left hand and quickly pulled the bolt with his right hand. The yellow bullet shell drew a parabola in the air. Aiming, calming down, shooting, the target fell down.

Repeated this several times, Galach suddenly put away his rifle, placed it on the trench wall, bowed his head and bent down, and when he got up, he had already grabbed two wooden grenades with his left hand, and his cold eyes stared at the front of the position.

At this time, the front of the British scattered line was still two hundred meters away. The tall German soldier next to him was loading bullets on his rifle. Seeing Gallach's appearance, he sneered: "Hey, paratrooper, can you throw grenades a hundred meters away?"

Gallah ignored it. At this moment, a whistle came from the opposite side. This sound could penetrate the battlefield where guns and cannons were roaring, and it must be something that one or two whistles could not be done. The slowly advancing attack line seemed to have been subjected to accelerating magic, and the movement speed suddenly accelerated: the infantrymen holding bayonets began to trot, and the vanguards were dragging the dull roar to move forward.

In an instant, the firepower of the offense and defense showed a terrifying explosion.

Galach did not move, and his posture was ready to go reminded of the leopards lying in the grass and peering at his prey. When a British infantry rushed into the fifty-meter line with the chariot, he changed a grenade to his left hand and quickly pulled the pull ring and threw it out with force, then threw the second one at the same rapid speed.
Chapter completed!