On the outskirts of Dunkirk, on the first temporary defense line just established by the British Expeditionary Force, several young British soldiers were quietly carrying two boxes of ammunition.
Just this morning, German artillery had hit their temporary position. In other words, the French sniper positions in front had been captured, and the Germans were about to rush to the British position.
After moving the ammunition boxes into a dilapidated two-story requisitioned house, several British soldiers saw the company commander coming out of the house.
"Thank you for your hard work," the company commander waved to these young soldiers and asked kindly: "Did any German artillery shells fall near you on the way here?"
"That's not true. Except for the few shells in the morning, all the artillery fired by the Germans fell on the French position." As the leader of the squad among several soldiers, a slightly older British soldier stood up and returned.
"That's it..." Their company commander touched his chin and thought for two seconds, then slowly said: "I guess the French won't be able to hold on for long. The news I got is that they only
The last remaining position has not yet been captured by the Germans. Perhaps, the Germans will rush in front of us soon."
"You'd better transport ammunition and supplies to me from the Dunkirk dock as soon as possible. We don't have much time to prepare our sniper position!" the company commander said with an ugly expression.
Relying on this private house that had been vacated, the company commander and the remaining 37 people, equivalent to the remnants of a reinforced platoon, built a simple defensive position, which became a new sniper line set up by the British Expeditionary Force.
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Next to the east-facing window on the second floor, they set up a Vickers heavy machine gun as fire suppression. On the first floor, four British soldiers holding rifles guarded the two east-facing windows. Outside the house, there were people in twos and threes.
Soldiers squatted in makeshift foxholes to serve as perimeter firepower.
It seems that this position is decent and seems to have some effect. But the British company commander knows very well that such a simple defensive position is nothing more than a trivial matter that can be solved by calling in a few Stukas in front of the German army. It can really resist
The excellent positions that Germany passed through had long been lost in Belgium.
In Dunkirk now, let alone building a complete defensive position, even finding a few troops willing to engage in sniper warfare is already a huge problem.
Everyone is eager to board the fleet returning home, and everyone wants to leave this hellish place. Who is willing to go and fight the German army?!
"The supplies are easy to handle," the British squad leader scratched his head and said awkwardly: "The dock at Dunkirk is now filled with supplies abandoned by the army on the beach. All kinds of heavy equipment, ammunition supplies, cannons
We have all the vehicles you need. As long as we have enough manpower, we can transport them to you. But... the beach is so chaotic that we simply can't organize the manpower."
The British company commander had heard about the chaos on the Dunkirk beach. He heard that the German Air Force specifically targeted large ships for concentrated attacks and sank 3 Royal Navy destroyers and 5 large ferries that joined the transport.
Including 33 transport ships, and severely damaged 7 British destroyers, forcing General Ramsay of the Royal Navy to order the withdrawal of the remaining 8 naval warships from the transport fleet and transfer them back to the mainland to avoid
The losses suffered by these warships affected future operations against the German invasion of the British mainland.
The "Generator Plan" has only entered its third day, and the withdrawn coalition forces only account for about one percent of the total coalition forces in the Dunkirk area. Moreover, the navy has now withdrawn warships, and the transport fleet has suffered losses.
Tragedy, the main dock of Dunkirk has long been paralyzed.
Even the little British company commander in front of him knows that there is no way out if this continues. At this rate, even if the transport fleet does not suffer further losses, it will take another 300 days to evacuate all the besieged coalition forces.
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300 days? The German army estimates that it will take another 3 days to reach the beach of Dunkirk. How can there be 300 days to reserve a generator plan for use!
"Forget it, even if you get those cannons from the beach, I don't have the manpower to use them here." The British company commander patted the squad leader's shoulder and said heavily: "Just get me two more boxes...
...No, just bring me a box of bullets, and we won’t be able to use any more.”
"Yes!" After the squad leader saluted with a military salute, he led the others away without looking back.
Looking at the few logistics soldiers leaving, the company commander who stayed in the position said to the adjutant as if he was self-deprecating: "I heard from my father's generation that the Germans were just like that during the last world war. It seemed that
It’s not that powerful. Only now we know from the results that the German army is really not simple. At least, they are more like the world’s number one army than our French allies who claim to be the world’s number one army.”
"Isn't it?" His adjutant nodded empathetically: "When I first came to France, I thought I could win just by fighting with a tailwind behind the French army. Who would have thought that these French people
We claim to be invincible, but when it comes to fighting, we are so unreliable that we suffer disaster..."
While the two were talking, suddenly the sentry on the second floor interrupted them with a loud roar: "Company Commander! The French seem to have been defeated and are fleeing towards us... God! There are German troops chasing them behind them."
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The two officers who were chatting on the stairs immediately rushed into the master bedroom on the second floor, picked up the two rifles placed against the wall of the room, pulled the bolts and checked the bullets, and then ran to the master bedroom window.
Two muzzles were pointed at the east.
However, the French soldiers fleeing in front were too much of a hindrance. They disrupted the attention of the British troops on the position, so that these British officers and soldiers did not notice that on a church diagonally to the east in the distance, several guns were tied to the church wall.
A Mauser 4x scope sniper rifle with the same gray camouflage cloth was also pointed at their location at the same moment.
This is not a German precision shooter that works at medium or short distances, but a real German sniper, a battlefield death god who can kill opponents and reap lives from long distances.
What’s even more frightening is that there are now four Death Gods in the church diagonally opposite!
"Bang! Bang! Bang..." The gunshots from countless sniper rifles were mixed with the screams of the French troops who were deliberately driven over by the Germans, taking advantage of the chaos to take away the British position.
One life after another.
Those British soldiers who were still far away from the battlefield in the morning were killed one by one, their heads were smashed like tomatoes, and their skulls were shattered.
When the French defeated soldiers ran to the friendly position in ecstasy, what they saw were more than thirty corpses still radiating heat. Some were leaning on the mounds of foxholes, or hanging on the buildings.
On the window......
"Plop!" A timid French soldier, after seeing a mess mixed with brains and blood beside a pile of rubble, his legs weakened and he knelt down next to the corpse of a British soldier whose face was covered with blood.
In the end, the French people who were with him all chose to raise their hands and stopped running for their lives.
Rather than running away, perhaps surrender is more suitable for this group of fragile people.
