. With a "woosh", a mortar shell exploded in front of the trench. The explosion caused the mud and stones to splash, and together with the explosion shock wave, it rushed around hard. The roaring sound waves made the eardrums of the soldiers in the trench hurt, and the new recruits who had just entered the battlefield were frightened and trembled.

"Get up, get up for me"

Chuckham shouted loudly at the recruits. These supplementary soldiers were not as good as the new weapons and equipment added to the troops. New weapons such as anti-tank guns can achieve unexpected strike effects, but the recruits who also strengthened their entry into the troops were actually dragging their backs.

The smoke filled the gunpowder and the war was flying. The German offensive rushed towards the British front like a tide. The British defensive counterattack firepower was like rocks on the beach, "blocking" the raging tide, but the continuous rushing sea water was filled with powerful kinetic energy and had a great momentum to subdue everything. The British defense became increasingly tight. The line in which Chakham, the infantry company, was also in charge of defending. He sent the reserve team in advance so that these recruits could practice their courage. As a result, many people were almost scared.

"Dog shit, it's really a pile of stinky shit after pile. Are you still worthy of being a soldier if you're afraid of being like this? You're just cowards, soft balls, and unsuccessful bastards. You're all getting up and fighting back, and fighting back hard."

Chuckham was like an angry African lion. In the rain of bullets, he roared with anger at the trembling voice. He hid behind his chest wall, held his helmet tightly, and held his rifle aside. The shooting and scolding of veterans, the explosions on the position one after another, the whistling sound of various bullets piercing the air. On the lively battlefield, there were only these new recruits, like eggplants beaten by frost, one by one, like eunuchs who had just been picked, moaning in pain.

"Get up, get up, pick up your rifle, and aim at the German where the cats are moving forward.

As he said that, Chuckm grabbed a very thin and weak man with thick glasses and glasses, and asked the boy to lie on the trench and pressed him tightly with his elbow to move. He picked up the Li Enfield rifle on the ground, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, stuffed the rifle into the man with a fierce look on his face, and shouted loudly: "Shoot me, shoot me, have you never learned it?"

Obviously, he looked aggrieved with glasses, covered with helmets with his hands, fearing that the German bullets would hit his intelligent head, and the explosions on the position and the company commander's scolding came from his ears. There was also the creaking sound of German tank tracks biting, and the soldiers on both sides were constantly firing at each other. Machine guns, recoilless cannons, mortars, etc. were sounding together. This was much more lively than in the classroom where he was in class, and of course, it was much more dangerous.

He was so scolded by Chuckum that he dared not speak. He finally took the rifle with his trembling hands. The calves on his left and right legs were soft, as if he was about to die. He was holding a heavy rifle. He looked at the company commander's evil look on his face, and quickly shot a German soldier more than 300 meters away in a not-so-standard posture. The powerful recoil shocked him to retreat and sit in the trench. The rifle that was out of hand also fell down. I don't know where the bullet flew.

"Grass!" muttered in his heart, frustrated and angry, and his heart was almost green. He pulled the man in glasses back to the shooting position with a fierce help from the guy to set up his shooting position, and then stuffed the rifle that had reloaded the bullet into the man in glasses' hands, and then let the guy shoot.

The company commander's roar and scolding, as well as his step-by-step "teaching", immediately improved the other recruits who dared not show their heads to shoot. They all followed the veterans and trembled at the German soldiers who were constantly following the tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, etc. Although the effect was not very good, at least they were still shooting.

"Grass, that's what it should do"

When Chuckum saw the man with glasses shot, the bullet almost hit a German soldier. He was so scared that the guy quickly bowed and hid back to the tank. If he was more accurate, the warhead would not have hit the sand in front of the soldier's heel, hit the chest, thighs and even the head. The recruit had achieved the first victory. He was so happy that Chuckum was a little forgetful. He was raising his hand to pat the man with glasses' helmet to show encouragement, but suddenly he was bitten by a bullet flying in the air. A red bloody mouth immediately appeared on the outside of his right elbow, which made his teeth tightly bit.

"Company Commander, you are injured." The man in glasses asked kindly when he discovered Chuckum's injury.

"Do you care about your bird's affairs, hurry up and beat a German devil to death. I will give you an extra piece of compressed biscuits. I will give you ten pieces of biscuits." Chuckham kicked the man in glasses' buttocks. The pain in the wound made his veins reveal his veins, and his forehead was so painful that he was covered in sweat. He quickly took out his first aid kit, found out the sanitary gauze, and quickly "tied" the wound on his right hand, which made his left hand empty. He picked up the pistol, hugged his waist in the trenches, and advanced to other positions in the company, and kept cheering loudly along the way to encourage the soldiers to shoot hard.

The German army, with armored power and a large amount of artillery fire, had a fierce offensive. Along the way, British soldiers were constantly being shot and killed by Chuckham, and violent explosions splashed all kinds of shrapnel and debris from time to time. Unfortunately, the unfortunate people could only be bombed to see God. On the way back to the company, Chuckham was bombarded by the fierce artillery fire of the German army and had to hide in the trenches several times and dare not move. The soldiers' bodies were blown away like fairies scattered flowers, and new soldiers were repaired.

With a "bang...", a German tank that was less than 300 meters near the position was facing a huge minesweeping roller in front of it. The machine gun bullets hit it could only splash sparks, and it could not hurt the tank at all. The constantly twisting turrets of this tank with full impact opened fire one after another. With a loud bang, it sank slightly while moving, and a wisp of blue smoke came out of the thick muzzle, and a grenade rushed into a fire point at the British position. The machine gun fire point, along with the man and the gun, was blown into parts.

It is inevitable that the blocking war on the plains will encounter the tragic tragedy of the armored troops. The British army did not place all hope on the plains and resisted the mechanized cluster attack of the German armored troops. So Chakum, who had just returned to the company, rushed to the phone, flipped it, picked up the microphone and shouted loudly: "Battery Commander, Battalion Commander, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, hurry up and give me fire support, fire support."

"No fire support, you must withstand it for an hour."

An unquestionable voice came from the other end of the phone, and Chuckham was so angry that he smashed the microphone hard on the table. A fucking word immediately emerged from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, a shell landed not far from the bunker. The strong explosion shock wave suddenly lifted the two soldiers away, and the heavy sandbags did not fly. The trench was bombed more like a gap. The war was intensified and he could not tolerate his complaints about why his superiors were reluctant to use artillery. The British Empire spent a lot of money to buy arms from the Republic. Why could the Germans use the same weapons to ravage the British army, and the British army could not fight back. This was probably what the superiors asked - "Good steel is used on the blade". The British army's defense focus was on cities, urban warfare rather than plain blocking war.

"Ah...ah..."

Shortly after he walked out of the company, there were heart-wrenching screams coming from Chuckum's ears. He turned his head and saw that it was a soldier who was accidentally blown away by a shell. Perhaps it was too refreshing and his posture was too graceful. When the guy landed on the ground, he realized that he was actually in two halves, with his lower body and upper body a distance. In the short time before his heart stopped beating, the soldier found that his lower body was missing, and howled bitterly, watching the blood mixed with intestines flow out of his stomach, and the bloody red body on his lower body was very eye-catching.

With a "bang", Chuckum didn't even think about it, and raised his hand and shot it. As a result, he forgot that his right arm had been injured. This shot did relieve the soldier who was cut off by shells in the middle, but the recoil of the shooting broke the wound on his right hand even wider. The pain from the nerve endings almost made him faint, and the wound that was shocked even more immediately gushed out more blood to dye the gauze red.

With his teeth gritted, Chuckham continued to move forward along the traffic trench. Several heavy machine gun firepower points on the position were destroyed by German tanks. He had to deploy it quickly. As soon as he arrived in front of the trench, the German machine gun bullets made the dirt sound. Another sound came from Chuckham's ears, who had bowed to dodge.

A person was shot in the brain, but fortunately, although the bullet hit the helmet on his head, it only passed through his scalp, like a barber with poor skills, leaving a deep blood mark on his head. The blood quickly soaked his hair and oozed down his forehead. The blood on his face made him look like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. The comrades next to him quickly called him the medical soldiers for emergency treatment.

"Medical Soldier, Medical Soldier"

"What's the name? Pack it for him quickly." Chakum threw his medical bag over, and slowly moved behind a sandbag. He stood up and observed the German offensive situation during the German shooting. He suddenly found that many machine guns on his position had been silent. The German army was trying to break through his position while his company was weak in fire. The machine gun was even more excited.

"Where is machine gun, machine gun?"

Chuckm shouted loudly, threw the telescope aside, and quickly jumped to a machine gun position, and moved half of his head without a single red and white object all over the ground to move the machine gunman who had several holes in his chest to tinker with a drum, but found that blood had penetrated into the drum and could not be beaten. He quickly took out a 100-round drum from an ammunition box lying in the trench. The bullets were on the way, and he gritted his teeth and opened fire.

The sound of the machine gun was accompanied by a long flame tongue with a millimeter-caliber bullet passing by happily passing through the machine gun and turned into a shell. Dingling fell into the trenches. One by one, under the action of rifle, the bullets flying out of the barrel at high speed, and rushed towards the German army with the decree of death. The two German soldiers were immediately knocked down. The blood splashed on their chests made Chuckham feel very painful and happy. The long shots made him feel more and more that his entire shoulder was almost falling off.

Good luck is not long. Before Chuckham fired a few shots, he was so pressed by the bullets fired by the German army that he could not raise his head. He quickly moved away with a heavy machine gun and handed over a lot of machine guns left to a veteran to operate. He quickly bowed and asked someone to prepare to blow up the extremely harmful German tank. The powerful firepower of the German army made his anti-tank artillery a one-time job like the anti-tank rocket launcher. When it was exposed, he was hit by the German retaliatory firepower. He died before he could even transfer.

"Puff—Puff—"

Anti-tank rockets were constantly on the British defense line with long tail flames and rushed towards German tanks. This weapon that could be thrown after launch was very light. The British army had successfully used them to clean up a large number of German armored vehicles. Of course, the fate of the launcher who maneuvered to the flank to carry out the strike was also quite tragic. Basically, while the rockets flew out, he stood up and aimed for two or three seconds, which was enough for the German soldiers who were fighting with the armored vehicles to discover his existence. When he pressed the trigger and fired the anti-tank rocket, the high-temperature and high-speed bullets penetrated him, and he couldn't even hide.

Time passed by minute by minute. The war in the hot weapon era was like a machine working at high speed, constantly devouring life and resources. Bullets, shells, and rockets were resources devoured by war machines. They kept singing the joy of war, but often needed to accumulate a lot to take away a fresh life. But in terms of the value of life itself, no matter how expensive the shells were, they were worth no life.

The British army's stubborn resistance was beyond the German army's expectations to a certain extent. They did not expect that after the large-scale artillery and bombing, soldiers who were almost blown into scorched earth could even appear on the British positions, which were almost blown to a scorched earth. This surprised the German army, who had always seen the British army's fleeing, and naturally also attacked wildly while increasing its firepower. Many tank gunners even used armor-piercing bombs to clean up the British machine gun fire bunkers. This kind of wasteful behavior is naturally very effective. The machine gun bunker with a not-so-thick reinforced concrete layer can withstand the kiss of armor-piercing bombs. As long as they successfully hit it, they will basically shoot one shot, which is much better than the machine gunners covering fire spitting soldiers to carry out close-range strikes.

The German army, which was attacking frantically, finally tore open a hole. The torrent of armor rolling forward was like a flood that had flooded across the dam. The defense line was broken, and the British army was forced to retreat. The German army was getting closer and closer to the prosperous city. Of course, there were more houses in the areas where the two sides fought. The German army was divided into multiple routes, and soon it was like a flood pouring into the ditches and attacking along the streets.

"Retreat, withdraw quickly"

The shouting was naturally the officers of all levels of the British army. They had already arranged fortifications in the city. It was natural that they could not defend outside the city. How to calmly retreat into the city when the German army broke through the defense line was not enough. The German army was swarming in and snatching the retreating British army, and the British army that were constantly retreating in the traffic trenches were all on two legs. How could it be compared with the German armored vehicles rumbling in the creaking sound of the creaking German tanks, like tigers breaking free from cages, revealing their fangs that could eat people. They constantly used vehicle-mounted machine guns to pour bullets into the British army. Although the British army that had entered the barricade position and fixed buildings beside the streets were also fighting back, the bullets could not stop the German armored vehicles from advancing.

With a puff sound, rockets broke out from the fortifications made of ruins, from the fortresses fixed on the street, and from the reinforced concrete buildings next to the street, and rushed towards the arrogant German armored vehicles. The white smoke columns were quite beautiful, but many tanks hit by rockets were fine, and they were still strangling the retreating British troops with machine guns. The German soldiers following behind regarded the tank as a cover to block bullets, hiding behind the tank and shooting at the British troops exposed.

The sound of artillery was rumbling. When the German army successfully broke into the city, its artillery firepower naturally extended and fired, as if they wanted to use artillery shells to open the way for the German army. One round of artillery shells exploded in the city, and the ruins became even more messy. The surviving buildings were finally caught with artillery shells. Buildings with better structures could barely stand up, but those houses that were about to collapse could finally not support the thunder to the end, causing a lot of dust.

The flood finally encountered a dam, and the sea tide hit the beach. Although the British army had no armored vehicles for defense and counterattack, and had no ability to organize troops to defend and counterattack, the buildings and ruins in the city formed the best barrier for them to slow down the impact of the German army. They knew that they would encounter the British counterattack, and they did not dare to be careless. Many tanks even stopped directly at the intersection, turned the tank guns, and first shot at the buildings that were suspected to have been transformed into fixed fortifications. No matter whether there were any surviving innocent civilians in the house, they were all British.

Cleaning up, constantly cleaning up, the German army was very serious about cleaning up a safe area on the edge of the city. Then, with tanks equipped with bulletproof steel plates on their backs as the guide, leading German soldiers carrying a large amount of direct firepower, like recoilless cannons, anti-tank rocket launchers, etc., advancing into the city. Continuous blasting and shooting constitute the main theme of their "bulldozer tactics" propulsion. Relying on the advantage of firepower, the German army gradually eroded the living space of the British army. Even if this is a city, even if there may be innocent civilians in the basement of these houses or houses.

"My grass, what's the hell is this tactic? Could it be that the Germans want to blow up the whole of London and buried it?"
Chapter completed!