On this magnificent sea, there are endless rumbling sounds of cannons in my ears, above my head are fighters and bombers flying by constantly whistling, and on the flat deck in front of me, there are teams of well-equipped and highly morale Marines. In this situation, Hans Dibalt, a non-commissioned officer who graduated from Emperor William Naval School a few years ago, couldn't help but be full of pride.

On the deck of the troop transport ship, a colonel officer wearing a German Marine Corps field uniform stepped on a large wooden box with debris and shouted: "Everyone, ahead is Florida, the United States, our fleet has controlled this sea, our planes have controlled this sky, and our mission is to... clear all obstacles and let those self-righteous cowboys surrender at our feet!"

"Oh...oh..." The soldiers around Dibalt cheered. The main fleet of the US Navy suffered heavy losses in combat operations in the Azores, Bermuda and the Caribbean. The local air force also lost most of the battle for air supremacy between the Bahamas and Cuba. Except for the trench positions dug along the coast, there seems to be nothing to stop the Allied troops.

"Remember, there are tens of thousands of cowboys in front of us. They may not be qualified soldiers on the battlefield, but they have been brave and fierce since childhood, and their fighting spirit has been integrated into their bodies, so we cannot take it lightly at any time! Look! The amphibious chariot battalions of the 1st and 2nd regiments have begun to land, and it is time for us to go on the field. Young men, work hard, medals and honors are waiting for you! Now, each company boards the boat in turn, be sure to pay attention to safety."

As he said, the officer waved his hand and the formation of Marine Corps officers and soldiers began to move. If he wanted to rush to the beach more than ten nautical miles ahead, the soldiers had to transfer to landing ships with smaller displacement and landing crafts. Most of the original versions of these landing ships participated in the operation to land in Britain in 1933. Over the past two years, their families have become larger and developed several series, including 10-ton small-person landing crafts that can be carried by large landing ships, 20-ton vehicle landing crafts and 40-ton light tank landing crafts, as well as 120-ton mechanized landing crafts and 200-ton heavy landing crafts that can sail independently, and some are supported landing crafts and landing gunboats that have evolved from the above landing ships.

At 7:20 a.m., Dibalt followed the robes of the 4th Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Naval Division on board a medium-sized landing craft that could carry 60 soldiers. Amid the rumbling sound of the engine, the landing craft quickly left the mother ship and drove towards the beach. By this time, the landing fleet had been preparing for fire for a long time. The landing fighter jets from aircraft carrier-based aircraft and land-based fighter jets that took off from the temporary airport of nearby islands also carried out fierce air strikes on the island's fortifications, construction and traffic. The US military on the island was no longer able to use artillery fire to block the German landing ships gradually approaching the beach.

However, as the baffle in front of the landing ship was lowered, the officers and soldiers of the Allied Army quickly began to experience the cruelty of the war. As soon as their legs stepped into the cold knee-dead sea, fatal bullets flew out of the woods behind the beach. The soldiers who rushed out of the landing ship were shot and fell down immediately, but the soldiers behind continued to rush forward regardless of everything. While driving the landing ship, the sailors who were driving the airboat retreated, they tried their best to press the light and heavy weapons on the boat towards the woods.

Shooting, amphibious tanks and armored vehicles soon joined the battlefield. Some tanks even began to shoot at the U.S. positions when the landing ship baffle was just lowered. Although most of the woods there were leveled by bombs and incendiary bombs dropped by fierce naval guns and fighter jets from the Allied Powers, they looked only one burnt wooden stakes and black scorched earth, many U.S. soldiers still survived with their tenacious vitality like mice, and used all the weapons they could use in their hands to shoot at the landing Allied Powers.

When the beach was two or three nautical miles away, Dibalt and his soldiers could already hear the sound from the beach very clearly. It was the sound of fierce battles, also the sound of bleeding and sacrifice. Some new recruits who only added to the landing battle in the Bahamas were tense, and the veterans who participated in two or even three landing battles were silent. Almost everyone was silently waiting for the moment when the landing baffle was put down, and the moment when they stepped into the landing landing land...

Since he was transferring to a landing ship from a place outside the range of the US light artillery, when the company where Dibalt was located finally arrived at the beach, the vanguard landing troops cleared the beachhead position with more than 2,000 casualties and nearly 1 kilometer-long depth, allowing the subsequent landing troops to board the beach very calmly.

After landing, Dibalt's company quickly received further instructions to advance westward, and the vanguard was stubbornly blocked by the US military in the depths.

Following an armored assault company with three amphibious combat vehicles and six amphibious armored vehicles, Dibalt's company was advancing towards the half-destroyed woods ahead. Such intra-tank coordination tactics have long been common among the German troops.

When his own tank armored vehicles drove halfway through the open space, Dibalt clearly felt that the opponent's firepower was weakening, and the US troops on the other side should not have many heavy weapons in their hands. Are they retreating? Or are they preparing to resist stubbornly?

Dibalt quickly found the answer, but this answer was by no means what he wanted.

Just when the chariot company that was advancing horizontally was only one step away from the woods, the oncoming firepower suddenly increased. Although rifles and machine gun bullets could not threaten amphibious chariots with thick armor and amphibious armored vehicles that could withstand large caliber machine gun bullets, they were enough to allow the soldiers following behind to lie down and avoid bullets. There was just a slight disconnect between the skulls, and the mortars on the other side of the US military position suddenly spoke, and "all of them" were several waves, raised after the shells exploded.

Covering smoke, American soldiers attacked in groups of three or two, relying on the terrain to attack armored targets in front of the position with anti-war chariot grenades and incendiary bombs. This tactic is simple and effective. In a short while, the German armored assault company lost half of its strength, and the surviving chariots slowly retreated. This reasonable tactical maneuver did not make the accompanying marine soldiers mess up. The experienced soldiers did not fire randomly, but lay in the shooting position and wait patiently for the opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow.

In a short while, several gray fighter jets flying from the sea roared. At such a close distance, both the German officers and soldiers and the American soldiers opposite could clearly see the iron cross logo under their wings. The German officers and soldiers continued to love the black and white iron cross, and their opponents had a completely opposite attitude towards this.

The German army quickly ignited colorful fireworks to guide the aviation troops to attack. The German fighter jets flying in a horizontal line circled and dropped the bomb accurately. With a few dull bangs, large groups of flames soared into the sky!

"Wow! That can generate a thousand-degree high temperature in an instant, so that the poor people who are right with His Majesty the Emperor can go to hell!" Less than 5 meters away from Dibalt, a lieutenant officer with a mud-faced face got up and saw him reaching one knee, his chest was high, and he waved the Ruger pistol in his hand, and he called the soldiers to advance forward.

Many German soldiers climbed up from the ground, and against the backdrop of the fire, the wreckage of the chariots in front was so lonely.

Dibalt was also ready to stand up, but a crisp "pop" sound woke him up. This was the battlefield and there was no room for slack. Not far away, the lieutenant who was waving his fists just now looked ahead with an incredible look, and the military uniform on his chest was quickly soaked in blood.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!"

A non-commissioned officer next to him quickly supported the lieutenant who could not stand, but it was too late. The lieutenant's eyes were still open, but his heart stopped beating.

Dibalt tried hard to find the woods ahead, but there was no target he was looking for. Obviously, the cold gun came from another place, and perhaps in the previous battle, the gunman was already hunting the lives of the German soldier.

Staying here is not a good idea, the commander issued a strong attack order in time.

"attack!"

After the lieutenant's body was flattened, the non-commissioned officer was the first to rush out, and his angry voice obviously infected the soldiers around him who were also infuriated. People jumped up from the ground one after another. After only a moment, everyone burst into a roar. There were enemy soldiers living in front of them? They were still firing? No one cared about this anymore.

Shortly after the Marines launched the charge, another team of amphibious chariots drove from the beach and joined the offensive queue. However, their speed was not satisfactory at this time. Although their weight was much lighter than that of the army chariots of the same level, they still seemed very clumsy to travel on such soft land. The speed of 40 kilometers of road was only half the speed here.

"Don't hurry, keep the scattered formation and move forward at a medium speed!"

Dibalt, who was walking in the attacking crowd in stumbled steps, greeted his companions loudly, and stopped every half a minute to observe the situation ahead. The terrible power of the incendiary bomb turned many remaining trees into coke, and black soil buns in the shape of steamed buns appeared from this. There was no need to guess, and people knew that it was the defenders' fortress.

"Look down!"
Chapter completed!