Battle of the Third Reich

"What's the problem, major." Charlie walked over quickly, he spoke to the major in front of him with pride, and put the British official's momentum full.

"Sir." The major saluted the military salute to Charlie.

"Madwan, the first team leader of the second assault team." Major Modwan held his head, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, with a sense of pride unique to the elite troops.

"I'm Charlie of the Logistics Department of Dover Command." Charlie looked at the armband of the opponent. He was the first time he met a commando officer.

This mysterious force was once blown away in the British Army. It is said that all of them are capable of breaking machine guns with flying knives, hitting tanks with rifles, and being able to fight 80 Germans with bare hands. However, no one has ever seen them dispatched, nor heard of their record, so after a while, this unit, like other legendary units, has been reduced to the topic of afternoon tea by everyone. Haha.

"What's wrong, ah, Major Modwan, do you have any questions?" Burbidge approached and asked with a smile.

"It's Lieutenant Colonel Burbidge. It's okay to ask. Is this infantry platoon subordinate to Lieutenant Colonel Charlie?" Modwan looked at Charlie and completely ignored Burbidge's blatant contempt. The attitude made the fat lieutenant colonel's face blush slightly.

"Yes, this is my subordinate." Charlie answered proudly.

"You have a very good team of men. I can see that they have been very rigorously trained, Gloucestershire Regiment? Wasn't this unit annihilated in Dunkirk?" Modwan looked puzzled. Parag, the other party's military cap is indeed the Sphinx emblem of the Gloucestershire regiment.

"They were rebuilt two months ago. They were transferred to Dover Defense Command this month and belonged to the logistics command." Charlie replied without changing his face. This was originally the true identity of the soldiers who died in the barn. , Even if you call Dover for confirmation.

After the Battle of Dunkirk, a large number of old British troops were destroyed in the siege. Among them, there are many ancient corps with a history of hundreds of years. In order to reactivate the morale of the British nationals, and in order not to cut off these long-established and famous nicknames, when the British Army recruited and organized, a large number of old soldiers were annihilated by the Germans. The number was given to the newly formed rookie troops, and it seems that the glory of the British Empire can be restored. The effect can't be seen for a while. At least the top management sees the list of these troops and can get some self-consolation psychologically.

"Don't joke about the newly formed troops, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie. I believe my eyes, these are veterans, have been on the battlefield. Isn't it, Lieutenant Palag." Modwan kept staring at Palag's eyes The opponent didn't dodge or flinch at all. This kind of daring power-less temperament made Modwan appreciate it very much. He was more interested in the infantry platoon in front of him.

"The Battle of Norway. My battalion played with German paratroopers for three days in Norway. After returning home, I was transferred to the 1st Battalion of Gloucestershire." Palag replied loudly without hesitation.

"A battalion of the Green Howard Regiment? I know what happened to your battalion. You did not expect you to be split. In Norway you played very well. Commander Holland was a very good officer. His sacrifice was a major loss for the Army. "Modwan nodded approvingly.

Indeed, in order to rebuild the establishment. The Army will draw out some of the remaining old troops and replace it with the number of the army that needs to be rebuilt. Just like the nobility changed the door to adopt the son in order to continue the title, it is a workaround.

"Thank you, sir. Commander Holland is indeed a very good officer, and I am honored to have served under his command." Palag replied with a big chest.

It's hard to tell whether Colonel Holland is excellent or not, but it is a tough guy. Palag was very impressed with the British battalion commander who was finally sieved by himself, wearing a thick sheepskin coat, carefully trimmed sideburns, and a bright white teeth.

"Very good, Lieutenant." Modwan nodded vigorously, then turned to Charlie, he said aloud. "Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, I take command of this unit in the name of the War Department, and your people are now under my command."

"Hi, Major, are you dizzy? This is a unit attached to the Dover Defense Command. You can't take them away from me in just one sentence." Charlie sneered to Modwan.

"Major Modwan, you have to know what you are doing now. The commando does not have this privilege. You have to give a written order." Burbidge interjected, he hated this **** commando captain now. This guy is wasting his precious escape time, now he just wants to load his cargo as soon as possible.

"I know you, Lieutenant Colonel Burbidge. Don't think that what you are doing can't be found by others. This matter has nothing to do with you." Modwan glared coldly at Burbidge. The fat lieutenant colonel felt his back. There was a chill.

"You will get the written order, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, the order issued by the War Department. Don't think of tricks, this is not a joke. I need this force now, the British Empire needs this force. You order them now. Stand by, I will come back with an order soon." Modwan turned his head and said to Charlie.

"This..." Charlie looked at Palag hesitantly and saw the other nodded slightly. He turned his face and said coldly to Modwan.

"Although I don't know what happened, if there is a written order from a superior, I will obey unconditionally."

"Very good, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie, you will be rewarded for your intellect." Modwan is very satisfied with Charlie's knowledge.

"But now they have an urgent task, and Dover is now continuing some medicines, at least letting them load the goods for me." Burbidge blushed and struggled to make his final attempt. To be honest, even he himself I don't believe that the commando captain will relax, but something unexpected happened to everyone. Modwan glanced at Burbidge, thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Dover's communication has been broken. The situation there is terrible. Then let these soldiers do the work on their hands and then stand by in the lounge. I'll take the file to find you there, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie. "After speaking, he saluted Charlie, then nodded at Parag." As soon as he turned around, he ran towards the other end of the office area.

"Shit, I'm fed up with these unrecognized guys. I rely on some big guys to support them. I'm going to provoke troubles everywhere. If there is a species, I go out and fight with the Germans. Don't think I don't know. They are on the other side. How miserable it is to pack up." Burbidge gave an angry bite to the ground, then said to Charlie with an apologetic face. "I'm so sorry Charlie. I didn't expect this to happen. I hope it won't affect your mission."

Charlie's task is to take the troops to Canterbury. Now that something like this has happened, it is difficult for him to explain to his superiors why the troops were brought to this base.

"It's okay, old friend. When I arrive in Canterbury anyway, Dover is almost done. No one knows what order I actually accepted. Let's go to the warehouse as soon as possible and get the goods loaded before the major returns." Charlie patted Burbidge's shoulder and in turn comforted the fellow.

"Yeah, let's go quickly. The warehouse is in front, and we will turn around." Burbidge rekindled his spirits, and now it is Lee's head and escape second. Where is the time to consider these chores.

The warehouse is at the corner of the office area, separated by a deep corridor and two heavy explosion-proof doors.

"Perkins, we need to mobilize a lot of supplies," Burbidge shouted to the guard in the guard room by the corridor.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel." The guard sat behind the table and waved at the Lieutenant Colonel to show that he knew.

A strong paratrooper turned the crank on the explosion-proof door. Then pulled the door open vigorously. Parag glared at a paratrooper beside him, tilting his head toward the guardhouse. The paratrooper immediately understood, and nodded at Parag. Carrying his rifle, holding his trouser pockets, he slowly walked towards the guardhouse.

"Fifteen people went to the left, fifteen people to the right, ten people in the middle, and acted according to the plan, and the rest followed me." The last paratrooper walked into the warehouse and closed the door, and Palag gave a loud voice to his subordinates. command.

"Follow the order, sir." The soldiers stood up to salute their battalion commander, and then dispersed into the storage room in the warehouse.

"The arsenal must maintain a low temperature and humidity all year round. Lieutenant Colonel Burbidge has kept his private goods here, not only will not be damaged but also not easy to find." Charlie said with a smile.

"You...you you you..." Lieutenant Colonel Burbidge shrank and shook. He saw the group of soldiers salute Palag, which was not a military salute at all.

"They are German?! Charlie Charlie! You turned to the Germans?!!!" The competent people in this line are all smart-headed guys, and Burbidge is the leader among them. In just a few seconds, he roughly guessed Out of the identity of the other party, he was pitted by his business partner.

"No, no, it's not that I turned to the Germans, but that we turned to the Germans, and everyone saw that these paratroopers were brought into the base by you." Charlie stepped forward and patted Berbich's shoulder .

"Now you are serving the German Wehrmacht like me, and if you can provide more help from it, I can assure you that you will get everything you want." Charlie smiled and bewitched his partner, he believed Based on the IQ and the morality of the other party, in fact, they don't need to spend much time on their own tongues. The situation in front of them is already very clear. Mr. Burbidge will definitely make the most wise choice.

"Lieutenant Colonel Burbidge, I am Major Parag, the commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Parachute Regiment of the 7th Air Division of the Luftwaffe. I assure you that as long as you cooperate with us to complete this mission, you will receive Recognition and preferential treatment by the Germans. Germany welcomes and treats all its collaborators, even if he was an enemy of the empire." Palag pulled out his ID from his pocket and shook Burbic.

"Paratroopers?!!! They are paratroopers! Charlie Charlie, you brought a group of German paratroopers! Is Germany about to land?" Burbidge was shocked.

"He's got a quick head, tell him the truth, Charlie." Palragh said to Charlie with a smile, and at the same time took a Thomson submachine gun delivered by his men.

"This is a good gun. Hold it like this. Remember to hold the fore grip and press the barrel. The bullet of this gun likes to run up." Palag held Thomson and showed his subordinates how to be correct. This is Thomson's early 1928a1 type, a standard Chicago typewriter, with a complex structure, excellent manufacturing, reliable performance, and a faster rate of fire than the later military simplified version. It also carries 100 rounds of drums that are not available in the military version.

"We found hundreds of these submachine guns, enough for each one here, and a lot of drums." A paratrooper came with a Thomson in hand.

"We also found a large number of pistols, the 1911 type in the United States, with a box and instructions."

"I found boxes of plastic explosives here, enough to blow up the whole sky here, and dozens of boxes of grenades, all of them American."

"Commander, I found twenty boxes of morphine and five boxes of aspirin. It was still made in Germany."

"Ah, this is my goods, this is my goods." Burbidge, who was whispering to Charlie, suddenly turned around and yelled loudly.

"Old friend, don't think about your goods now, please tell the majors you said before carefully, if I guess right, you will have no problem even if you want to swim in the morphine pool in the future."

After listening to Burbidge’s remarks, Parag couldn’t help but smash Charlie with a punch. The painful latter squatted down on the spot with a grin, and the paratroopers quickly patted the opponent’s back to apologize.

"Five of you. Carry a few boxes of morphine to the car outside. Don't talk to anyone on the road. After arriving at the parking place, park the truck to the outside square. Fifteen minutes later, according to the plan, a red signal flare was fired. I can capture one or two bunkers to cover the assault of the troops. Pay attention to your safety. Fight! Everything is for Germany."

"Fight!" The five paratroopers saluted, then carried the cardboard box on one side, opened the door and went out.

The guard in the corridor guard room with a blue hat and big brimmed hat waved at the paratroopers. Then he lowered his head and wiped the paratrooper's dagger in his hand. On the floor at his feet was a corpse with stripped vests and shorts.

"They are concentrated here, four rooms, twelve each, and the officers live separately in the officer's quarters." Burbidge took a pencil and marked on the map of the underground shelter.

"How many guards are there?"

"There are no guards, and occasionally a few military police patrols pass by. It is now half past seven. These people have finished their breakfast and returned to the barracks to rest. They usually only go out for a lap in the afternoon and usually hide in the barracks."

"Are there any weapons?"

"They brought a lot of weapons and put them in the barracks. They were not armed at the base."

"Understood, I'm very glad that you cooperated so much. Lieutenant Colonel, I promise you will do it." Palrag reached out happily and shook Burbich.

"Hope to succeed!" Burbidge said worriedly.

"Don't hope, it will succeed." Palag stood up, picked up a Thomson submachine gun, and pulled the gun sharply.

"Sir! I found an elite army. Although the number is not large, all of them are veterans who have participated in the battle. We have a greater grasp of the success of this operation." Modwan stood at the commander's desk. Excited to report to the other party.

"Now I need you to immediately issue an order to transfer the command of this unit to our hands. The commander of the other party is waiting."

"Wait, don't worry, Major Modwan. I didn't understand what you said. What elite troops, where they came from, where they belonged to command." The colonel behind the desk wiped his bare forehead, hands He moved his neck against the back of his head, and then picked up the tea cup on the table.

"It was a transport team sent by Dover to come here to replenish some first-aid medicines. The **** was an elite infantry platoon, formerly belonging to the fifteenth brigade of the infantry, the first battalion of the Green Howard Regiment, and participated in the Norwegian battle. , And fought against German paratroopers. Now they are integrated into the 2nd Battalion of the Gloucestershire Regiment. These soldiers are great. At first glance, they have received very strict training and have practical experience, which is what we need now, sir. Our time is running out, sign the order quickly." Modwan said excitedly.

"Green Howard Regiment? It's a big group. It was broken apart some time ago. These soldiers have combat experience? What we need now, I believe your vision, major. You said that they are Dover. Come out? Now our contact with Dover is cut off, and there is a problem with the first line of communication with Deere and Ramsgate, Canterbury. I want to see the commander of that unit."

The colonel pulled a folder from the desk drawer and took out a blank order book with the official seal and signature of the chief of staff of the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of War, and the Imperial General Staff. The colonel picked up a pen and quickly wrote a few lines on the order book.

"You give the order to that person now..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Charlie."

"What's the full name?"

"I didn't ask, I just called it Charlie."

"That doesn't matter, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie...well." The colonel handed the signed order to Modwan.

"Then take him to the main conference room. When you go out, call my secretary in."

At this moment, there were several dull popping noises outside the door. Then came a panic scream of men and women.

"Bombing?" The colonel stood up.

"Not like! There is no vibration on the ground. The scale is small, it's more like... a grenade or something." Modwan walked to the door and opened the door. Several successive explosions sounded, and it sounded like they were in the east area of ​​the base, a few corridors away from the office, and the sound was very dull.

"Maybe the weapon has gone off, I'll check it." Modwan reached out and touched the holster around his waist, then turned back and shouted to the colonel.

His men live in dormitories in the Eastern District. He feels a little uneasy now. It wouldn't be a reckless guy who blasted grenades. These soldiers are well-trained, physically strong, and have obvious personalities. To put it bluntly, lack of discipline is difficult to discipline.

"It would be nice if the group of guys could be like the platoon of infantry they met today." Modwan hurried towards the Eastern District, just turned two intersections, and hushed a large group of men and women in various military uniforms screamed Ran over to him.

Modwan finally felt that something was wrong. He heard the sound of the familiar Thomson submachine gun. Captain Gormand quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

"Thomson? Is it a team member who is insane?"

At this time, a dense gunshot sounded at the other end of the corridor, and Modwan saw the flashing fire of the submachine gun through the crowd, and the bullets shot into the escaping crowd. The 11.43 mm lead bullet rotates through the human limb, tearing the muscles, cutting off the blood vessels, and destroying the internal organs. Crush bones. The British officers and men in the hallway, regardless of service, rank or gender, were all twisted and trembling, falling down in a dense bomb rain, and a blood mist rose in the air.

Modwan lay on the ground against the wall, and he relied on the body of a naval officer as a cover. Take the pistol and aim at the end of the corridor. Then he saw several figures wearing Thomson submachine guns wearing British army uniforms. He recognized the leading officer at a glance and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Lieutenant Palag?! What the **** are you doing?!"

Modwan couldn't help shouting loudly. He immediately discovered that he had made a fatal mistake. The other party was apparently organizing the massacre of British officers and men, and he was part of the target group.

Sure enough, Parag didn't hesitate at all, and swept over a burst of bullets. The thin human body couldn't stop the dense shot of large-caliber bullets, and Modwan immediately scored a gun. Captain Gormand released the pistol, covering the bulleted abdomen with both hands, curled up on the floor**, and completely lost his resistance.

"Exactly why, Lieutenant." Modwan lay on the ground, glaring at Palag who was standing in front of him.

"This is war, major, this is war." Palrag waved his subordinates forward, and then pulled his pistol out of his arms.

"You are German." Modwan spread his hands covering the wound, his eyes wide open, staring at the Ruger pistol that was facing his forehead, and watching Palag's slowly pulled fingers.

By the time Parragh rushed to the central office area, the battle was nearing its end. The corridors were full of dead bodies of British men and women soldiers, and many wounded were struggling in the pool of blood**.

The German paratroopers outside the base had destroyed the resistance on the ground, and the German paratroopers wearing gray jumpsuits and brimmed helmets had burst into the bunker and merged with the infiltrating squad.

Parag ordered the paratroopers to immediately begin to rescue the wounded and concentrate the prisoners. Several paratroopers escorted a British colonel to the paratrooper battalion.

"Colonel Stuart Menzies? We have heard of your name for a long time, and we didn't expect to meet you here. You are on the top of our arrest list. Please be assured that we will not hurt you. The German paratroopers only fired at the enemies in the front." Parrague said a salute to Colonel Menzies. Menzies solemnly raised his hand in return.

"Don't you want to know anything from me, I won't betray my motherland." The Secretary of the Sixth Bureau of the British Communist Party tried hard to make him look decent, but his shaking feet had exposed everything.

"Coincidentally, I won't either. How to deal with you is what the generals consider. I'm just an ordinary major officer. I think you might be sent across the sea, maybe the head of state will receive you in person. This is an ordinary person dreaming Unexpected glory."

After talking, Parag turned his head and whispered to him. "Detain him alone to meet his needs as much as possible, and send four soldiers to stare at him without interruption, so as not to give him a chance to commit suicide."

Parag walked slowly down the stairs to the ground, watching the surrounding men who were packing up the battlefield, pulled out a flat jug from his pocket, raised his head and poured a sip, then straightened his chest, stretching out against the warm sunlight A big lazy waist. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!