Just when the British Command was unable to figure out where the German airborne target was, Captain Otto Scholzne and his paratrooper brothers had already landed on British land. They began to form temporary commandos and then rushed towards the target they had planned to compete for.

Skolzne, who had been an old airborne, landed on the ground very smoothly. The g42 hanging on his body was not blown away by the wind, and the two grenades and magazines hung on his chest were also there. The only thing that made him unsatisfied was that he didn't know where he landed? Because when he jumped down from the plane just now, the wind in the sky was really strong and there was no way. This was the weather in January!

"Damn the wind, today is not a good weather for skydiving!" Scholzne took the guide and looked at the map for a long time, then opened the scenery comparison manual and looked around. Finally, he confirmed something, that is, he must be on British land now.

There was a quick and fast gunfire not far away. It was not the g42 fired, nor the harsh sound of the mg42 machine gun tearing apart the linen. It sounded a bit like some kind of submachine gun was firing, and the German Airborne did not have an outdated thing like a submachine gun.

So Scholzne was very careful, bent over and held the g42, and walked from the place where he landed to a farmland full of weeds. He found a German paratrooper holding a pistol here, watching nervously that not all paratroopers would parachutize with g42. Only experienced veterans would do this. The recruits would put the g42 into the weapon storage barrel and airdrop it, with only pistols and grenades.

"Thank God, you are the Lord of the Gods, and you have also given g42. I think I am saved." The soldier seemed so happy that he almost pounced on him and hugged Skorzne.

"Dadada..."

Another dense gunfire sounded.

Scholzne hurriedly lay in the grass, but the German paratrooper who had only one pistol and looked very young was relatively calm.

"Sir, there are two confused British men. I think they should be militiamen. They are approaching me with two Siden submachine guns, but they are at least 500 meters away from me."

500 meters is a distance that cannot hit the target for a submachine gun. Infantry soldiers who have been trained enough will not shoot randomly like this, not only waste bullets, but also expose the target.

"Okay, I'll kill them!" Skolzne nodded, then crawled forward in the grass, climbed onto a ridge of the field, and then poked his head to watch.

There was indeed a flash of muzzle flame in the distance, about 450 meters away. He immediately raised his g42 and aimed at the place where the muzzle flame was flashing. Then he saw a flash of muzzle flames, obviously a fool firing randomly. He was not polite, and immediately turned the muzzle and shot a shorter shot. Then there was no sound of gunfire, replaced by screams and English cry for help.

"Help, help, I'm hit, God, I'm going to die..."

"Follow me and see if I can help you with a useful Sden submachine gun." Scholzne greeted, bayonetized his g42, then jumped up and ran forward, and soon ran to the two British militias who were knocked over to the ground.

One of the British militias fell to the ground and seemed to be dead. Scolzne made up for him without hesitation, and then he pressed the bayonet against the chest of another forty-year-old militia who was screaming.

At this time, the paratrooper with only one pistol also followed, picked up the two Sden submachine guns thrown on the ground, and found two anti-tank grenades with the same magazines and two hammers from the body and the living person who were screaming.

"Hey, British, where is this?" Scholzne, who was fierce and evil, asked loudly in English. "Application quickly!"

"Are you Germans? Are you Germans? Are you really Germans?" The British militia did not answer Scholzne's question, but instead asked.

"We are German paratroopers!" said Scholzne, "Answer my question just now! Hurry!"

The British suddenly shouted: "Oh, God, how is this possible!? Are you starving to death? Are you about to make a revolution? Why are you still coming to Britain? Now Americans have come to support me, why do you dare to come to Britain?"

Scolzne frowned. The British soldier was very dishonest and had to suffer a little. He immediately gave an order to the paratrooper who had picked up two submachine guns: "Soldier, beat him! Beat him hard!"

"As for orders, sir!"

After the inhuman prisoner abuse incident, Skolzne soon learned that he was located in the boundary of a small town called Elwick west of Hartelpool. It is not very far from Hartelpool, at most 5 kilometers. The beach where the Marine Corps landed was planned was 5.6 kilometers northeast of Elwick.

The injured British militia belongs to the Infantry Company of the North Yorkshire Division. His company is stationed in Bucks Town. The company's mission is to protect a coastal artillery company. This coastal artillery company is deployed next to a forest outside Bucks Town. It has a very hidden position and 4 8-inch howitzers, with all the muzzles aimed at the beach and the sea 3 kilometers away.

Tonight, the platoon where the unlucky British soldiers were located was ordered to patrol between Elwick and Hartlepool. They happened to encounter airborne, so they dispersed as squads to attack the German paratroopers who had just landed. However, at the beginning they met wooden men, so the British soldiers' squad leader took it lightly and took his squad into two groups, allowing them to check around. The result was a tragedy...

Knowing where he was, Skolzne didn't have time to listen to the injured British soldier's nagging anymore, and directly knocked him unconscious with a butt (it was so cold that this guy was still shot, so he probably couldn't survive), and then led the paratrooper toward Hartlepu Beach in the northeast.

He did not meet British soldiers again along the way, but encountered many German paratroopers who were blown by the strong wind. Scholzner gathered them together, including himself, with a total of 22 people. Most of the paratroopers were veterans, carrying G42 rifles, and several scattered soldiers also got British submachine guns or rifles. In addition, two paratroopers found a storage barrel equipped with mortars and shells.

The group moved northeast again, wanting to occupy the position outside Bucks Town with 4 8-inch cannons, which are four-level heavy cannons! If the Marines fired while rushing to the beach, the consequences would be unimaginable!

...

The size of the artillery positions is quite large. The four cannons are placed in four field artillery bunkers connected by traffic trenches. There is also a bunker piled up with ammunition in the middle of the four artillery bunkers, which are also connected by traffic trenches and artillery bunkers.

In other words, once war begins, the British artillery that operates these four cannons can bombard the beachheads with cannons without climbing out of the trench. Moreover, since the cannons are placed in bunkers (actually a big pit), they are difficult to destroy unless they are directly hit by German naval cannons.

There is also an anti-aircraft machine gun position near these four cannons, each with four Vix 0.5-inch anti-aircraft machine guns, which can shoot aircraft and deal with infantry.

In addition, there is a circular position of infantry around the four artillery bunkers, each with half a platoon of infantry guarding there, and the circular position is also connected by transportation trenches and artillery positions.

Such an artillery position can be seen from a distance and it is a big trouble. If it cannot be captured in time, the German Marine Corps brothers who were killed by those four cannons tomorrow morning may be in a thousand.

Scholzne approached the artillery position for a while, then retreated back to a small woods hidden by more than twenty German paratroopers, and summoned everyone.

He said: "The opponent has at least one artillery company and two infantry platoons. Currently, there are 4 artillery bunkers and 4 anti-aircraft machine gun bunkers."

"So say that the other party has an overwhelming advantage in military strength and firepower?" a sergeant chief frowned and reminded, "The attack is probably rare."

"No matter what, we have to attack!" said Skolzne. "We have no communications soldiers among us, so there is no radio station to contact others to help. We can only make some noise by exchanging fire. Even if we can't succeed, as long as we attract other German paratroopers, we can kill the artillery position."

There are at least tens of thousands of German paratroopers landing near Hartelpool. As long as they can attract more people to reinforce, they will naturally be able to take down this artillery position.

"Okay, Captain, but how do we attack? They have positions and have machine guns set up."

"Four anti-aircraft machine guns are not a problem," Scholzne shook his head. "The problem is the second platoon of British militias covering the artillery. As long as they are solved, we have 16 g42, and are we afraid that we will not be able to fight 4 anti-aircraft machine guns?"

The two platoons had more than 80 people, plus the guard platoon of the Shanghai Coast Artillery Company. There were about 100 infantrymen on this artillery position, and it was a bit difficult to deal with 22 German paratroopers.

"But how do we solve those two rows?" someone asked immediately.

Skolzne thought for a while, "Let's pull them out!"

"How to induce?"
Chapter completed!