"Hold on, lads, fire in the direction of the flash, just like you did in training."

Babbel threw a grenade at a bush not far away, then picked up Thomson and fired a long shot.

His attack paid off immediately, and the irascible sergeant was surrounded by a searing bullet in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Babbel didn't have time to spit on the ground as usual, and he clearly felt a bullet flying past his sideburns.

The bushes overhead were suddenly shortened as if they had been swept by a chainsaw, and the broken branches and broken leaves that flew everywhere like shrapnel hurt in the neck.

Babbel was at the limit of his physical strength in that moment, and the brutal training of the past came into play, and the oversized and strong body made movements that even conjoined cāo athletes were awe-inspiring.

Sergeant Babbel rolled against the ground with his submachine gun at an alarming speed, and his comrades crouching in a foxhole five meters away only felt a large black shadow pass overhead, and then plunged headlong into a natural ditch.

The sergeant's brilliant individual performance of tactical maneuvers made all the audience cheer.

"Hell, Babbel, what are you jumping in for?"

The natives in the ditch apparently didn't get to enjoy the sergeant's show and seemed to be very angry at the invasion of their own territory.

"I'm sorry, sir."

It's rare for Babbel to be so low-voiced, who let the other party be his top boss.

"We must retreat now, sir, this is a trap, and if we don't, we'll all be killed in this filthy bush."

Babbel raised himself and glanced out of the ditch, where a few clouds of dust rose from the edge of the ditch, and the sergeant quickly retracted his head.

"Sir, we're all exposed to enemy fire, and we're all doomed if we continue like this."

Babbel said loudly.

"You don't need to remind me of that, Sergeant."

Major Todd glared viciously at the noisy hunky.

Yes, now everyone knows that they have been ambushed this time.

And in Todd's eyes, this is obviously a well-designed trap, and the other party is not prepared to give himself a chance to escape.

In this case, Todd tells himself that he must remain calm, and that any blind decision could lead to the annihilation of the army.

However, the situation in front of him made it difficult for him to calm down, judging from the gunfire from all directions, this army had been surrounded, and he was not clear about the opponent's strength, firepower distribution, and even the exact location.

The flares lit up the surroundings of the British troops, but the Germans hid themselves in the dark night, and only the constant flashes of muzzle flames proved their presence.

Falling into a passive situation is the most dangerous for a force, which is already on the verge of collapse, whose morale is rapidly decreasing as casualties increase, and if it were not for the rigorous training of these soldiers and their stronger will than usual, this battle would have ended long ago.

"We have to retreat, to be exact, to break out, but the question is where we're going to break through."

Todd poked his finger at the map laid out on the Signal Soldier's back.

"We can't even figure out the exact location of the enemy right now."

"Sir, we at least know where we are, here we are now, there are hills and bushes nearby, we should take advantage of the night to break through to the sea, and if we are lucky, we should be able to rush out."

Lieutenant Vincent, the leader of the commando detachment, said loudly.

"The Germans haven't tightened their encirclement yet, the night is also affecting them, and the fact that they keep firing flares shows that they want to trap us here."

Captain Fenth, the leader of the commando squadron, gave his Thomson a new drum.

"Now that the front has stabilized, the Germans don't seem to have many in number, otherwise they would have rushed over a long time ago, and now they are still hiding in the dark and shooting, which means that they are not sure to eat us in one bite."

"I feel the same way, so we have to break through before the German reinforcements come in."

"The situation can't get any worse, sir, please hurry up and decide, we have lost contact with HQ, and now you are the only one who leads us out of this trap."

"We are running out of ammunition, and the front will soon collapse. The casualties are very high, so hurry up and make a decision, sir. ”

In the face of his subordinates' earnest words and eager eyes, Todd lowered his head.

"Okay, just do it, let's break through to the south."

Todd made a decision.

"South? But the sea is on our west, sir. ”

Fenth's eyes widened in surprise.

"To the south, I believe we will only be able to break through safely from that direction."

Todd said, pointing to the map.

"The Germans have prepared a trap for us, and they must have thought that we would break through. According to the conventional thinking, we will definitely go in the direction we came, that is, to break through to the beach. Therefore, the Germans will definitely set up heavy troops in the west, and as you know, cutting off the enemy's retreat and then encircling and annihilating is the most favorite tactic used by the Germans. So ......"

Todd poked the map.

"If we break through from the west, we'll never get to the beach."

"I see, sir. I will convey your order immediately. ”

Vincent said aloud.

"Well, gather our troops quietly, so that the Germans don't find out about our intentions, and when we are done, we will break through to the south, which is fortunately an island. We're halfway to the beach as long as we get to the beach, get it? ”

"Understood, sir."

"For the king, for the empire, for the honor of the Gomand."

"For the king, for the empire, for honor."

The two officers saluted Todd, rolled out of the ditch and then nimbly burrowed into the bushes on the side, where German machine-gun bullets attracted by the movement raised a cloud of smoke and dust on the edge of the ditch.

The British returned fire with a fierce intensity, and the commando's only two 50mm mortars began their first and final rapid-fire.

Five or six fireballs suddenly rose from the German positions in the dark, and the headless and brainless shooting of the German troops suddenly became messy.

The two small British mortars had not fired in the previous battle, because they only carried twenty rounds of ammunition, and the weak and insustained firepower of these two light mortars was of little help in the current battle.

What's more, the German artillery has so far only frantically rained flares into the sky, and if the German artillery retaliates because of the attack of these two mortars, the consequences will be unimaginable.

So far, the British army has only suffered from small arms from the Germans, and it is because of this that this commando team has been able to resist stubbornly until now, and if the heavy weapons of the German army are provoked, it will really outweigh the losses at this time.

However, now the situation is different, and the British need to gather the troops scattered in the bushes and prepare for a breakthrough.

And the German machine gun and rifle salvo pressed the soldiers so that they could not even raise their heads now, and every maneuver was a risk.

Many soldiers could only lie on the ground and hold submachine guns to shoot blindly at the other side, and in this situation they could not gather their troops at all.

Todd was determined to temporarily suppress the German fire in front of him, even if it would trigger a German artillery attack, even if it was only for a dozen seconds.

Because if they don't break through now, they will never have a chance to rush out again.

It's four o'clock in the morning, and it's almost dawn.

If they hadn't run to the beach before dawn, it didn't matter if there was German shelling or not, because they would have been hunted by the Germans one by one on this damn little island.

Todd had no idea that there was a way to surrender, he had no such concept in his head, and he followed the old creed that dying on the battlefield for the king was the highest honor for a British soldier.

He was confident that his men would resist to the last breath as he did, for they were the elite, the Goldmand, His Majesty's most loyal warriors.

The Germans were so stunned by the sudden explosion that not only did the shooting become messy, but even the firing of flares stopped, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness.

The German soldiers did not understand what was happening, and the troops in other directions did not even understand where the previous attack was coming from, except for the positions that were directly attacked, and many machine guns even began to fire indiscriminately into the air.

Looking at the tracer bullets flying in the sky, a smile appeared on the faces of the British soldiers for the first time, these stupid German fools.

The confusion of the Germans did not last, the Germans were not stupid, they soon found out the truth, so the flares once again covered the sky above the heads of the British, and intensive and accurate fire once again ravaged the bush.

Unlike the previous one, a number of mortar shells were added to the attack, bearing the label of Rheinland Steel.