The well-trained German paratroopers quickly launched an attack on the only British tank from several directions with anti-tank rocket launchers.
For this group of well-trained German paratroopers, it was simply too easy to attack the tank with an anti-tank rocket launcher at such a close range.
It is different from the British Iron Palm rocket launcher that is not even equipped with safety insurance and can kill one's own people more easily than the enemy. The German paratroopers are equipped with the improved and updated third generation folding sight Iron Fist rocket launcher, regardless of technology.
In terms of design, it has become much more mature.
On the other hand, the British infantry, which was supposed to protect British tanks, failed to fulfill its protective role.
They had no idea that the German paratroopers carried weapons such as anti-tank rocket launchers, so when the German soldiers aimed and fired at the windows with anti-tank rocket launchers, these British soldiers did not even interfere.
It was not until the German army blew up the only Matil tank that these British infantrymen realized how terrifying the weapons in their opponent's hands were.
With a loud "boom", the only Matilda tank emitted black smoke, and the engine made a weird noise. Then the tank's body twitched on the spot a few times and stopped moving forward.
A few seconds later, the sound of the explosion reached the ears of Captain Mitchell who was in a building to the south. The British company commander hurriedly spit out the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and trotted to the
Smith, who was leaning against the window with a telescope to observe the enemy's situation: "What happened? Smith, where did such a big explosion come from?"
"Captain, something bad is going to happen!" Smith put down the telescope in his hand, looked at Mitchell blankly, and said tremblingly.
"What's wrong? You should tell me quickly." Captain Mitchell asked anxiously.
"Our Matilda tank was blown up by the Germans!" Smith said desperately, his eyes full of fear.
"What?" Captain Mitchell's eyes were as big as light bulbs and he asked with an expression of disbelief: "How could those paratroopers have heavy weapons? Without heavy weapons, what would they use to fight tanks?
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"I don't know where they got the weapons to fight tanks, but I think they may be using weapons similar to the National Guard's iron palm rocket launchers," Smith said helplessly.
"Iron palm rocket launcher? Can that thing really work?!" Mitchell shouted in disbelief: "If this thing could work, the National Guard would have cleaned up the German armored units.
But I heard that over at Portsmouth, the German tanks still suffered basically zero losses!"
Immediately, Captain Mitchell complained dissatisfiedly: "What happened now has a lot to do with you not carefully confirming it when you first observed it. You should try to make up for it as soon as possible."
"I..." Smith was about to refute Mitchell's blaming himself, but he immediately gave up on this stupid idea.
Indeed, Smith could not refute this situation. After all, one level of official rank would kill someone, let alone others who were more than one level above you.
While Smith was being blamed by Mitchell, the German army's actions did not stop at all.
When the engine of the British Army's only Matil tank stopped and the exhaust pipe could no longer emit black smoke, the German counterattack began.
The German paratroopers were divided into groups of 3 to 5 people, using the surrounding low buildings as bunkers to squeeze the British troops who had previously fought.
Having lost his tank, Mitchell believed that he could not defeat the Germans, so he timidly ordered the entire company to disperse and retreat from the two wings of the building complex occupied by the Germans. He endured the German pursuit and continued to flee.
In just about an hour, the paratroopers occupied half of the block in the northern area of Elvington and annihilated more than 40 British soldiers. The German army's own serious injuries and casualties were only 9 in total. People, most of them were killed in the tank shelling just now.
The actual head-on confrontation with the British army did not actually cause much loss to the paratroopers.
Now most of the remaining British soldiers are huddled in the three small buildings south of Elvington, and the British soldiers who are not in the buildings are also retreating in this direction.
"The German firepower is so fierce that we can hardly withstand it!" After returning to the south, using the radio station left here, Captain Mitchell kept calling for help from the Dover front headquarters, but the Dover The German frontline headquarters rejected Mitchell's request without hesitation, because at this time they had already begun to surrender to Weygand's French army.
As a senior, the Dover Front Command also kindly reminded Mitchell on the radio that if it doesn't work, you can follow their example and surrender once and be permanently relieved.
Captain Mitchell was desperate. He understood the current situation of his unit, and now this unit could only fight alone.
"Company Commander! Our medicines are seriously low!" Smith, who had not yet lost his life, quickly rushed into the bedroom on the second floor of the building where Mitchell was located and reported.
"Got it." Captain Mitchell nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked Smith inexplicably: "Do we have any prisoners?"
"Yes! But there are only two German wounded soldiers." Smith was stunned. Although he did not understand why Mitchell asked this, he quickly replied: "While the Matilda tank was still there, we attacked a group of soldiers. They built a small house and captured two wounded soldiers who were injured by tanks. Both prisoners were seriously injured, so they were not evacuated in time with other German soldiers."
"Well." Captain Mitchell lit another cigarette, then took a deep puff, threw the empty cigarette box aside, and said with a bitter smile: "Let's finish them off. Our current strength is probably only We can only kill these two German soldiers."
When Captain Mitchell ordered the execution of wounded German soldiers, he did not feel the slightest sense of guilt. On the contrary, there was a trace of relief in his heart, because it was just a matter of course.
And this is war. When you see a few wounded soldiers and prisoners or dozens of corpses in front of you, you should not feel any pity at this time, because this is the ruthlessness of war, but a particle ejected When it wears your chest, no one will pity you.
"Ah? Okay." Smith accepted the order with some surprise, and then muttered in a low voice: "I thought you were going to hand over these two prisoners so that you could surrender to the Germans?"
"Wait, what are you whispering about?" Mitchell suddenly shouted to Smith.
Realizing that what he whispered was heard, Smith scratched his hair shyly: "I just said to hand over the prisoner..."
"Why didn't I think of that!" Mitchell interrupted Smith cheerfully before he could even finish what he said: "Is there such an operation? Then do it quickly!"
