Private Miguel, a senior in the first platoon of the first platoon of the second battalion of the eighth infantry regiment of the third infantry division of the German army, was now in a depressed mood, and he was the only one in the whole company, who was wet.

"It's the third time in a week, I must have been cursed, maybe I should talk to a priest." Standing in the trench, the senior soldier wearing only one pair of trousers, wrung his gray trousers with great force, and then hung them on a plank on the edge of the trench, on the other side of which was his Type 36 field uniform.

"It's ridiculous." Miguel said huffingly. "Seeing me fall down, no one thought to pull me."

"Watch out, Miguel, I'm staring at you, you've become the joke of the whole battalion." Company Sergeant Major Rudolph sat on an ammunition box on the edge of the trench, wearing a uniform on the upper body, a large pair of trousers on the bottom, and his MP40 submachine gun lying horizontally on his knees.

"The sun is out, it will be done soon, you are lucky, a medal is easy to get." Rudolph took off his boots, pulled off his soaked socks, and began to tan his soaked white feet.

At midnight on the 20th, the reports sent back by the naval diving combat engineers shocked the entire landing command, and the German high command envisaged dozens of unexpected situations and methods for this operation, such as what to do if the enemy was attacked by heavy artillery, what to do if it was hindered by a minefield, and what to arrange if the first wave of landings was blocked on the beach, and none of them were about what to do if the enemy ran out of positions and there were no people.

Feng. Admiral Bock's conservative personality led him to immediately fall into the hell of a choice, whether to launch an early landing immediately, or to report to the High Command and then the High Command to judge, which was a big question. Bock feared that the report was a deliberate trap set by the British, and that rash action would inevitably lead to disaster, and that if it was true, he was now clearly delaying a once-in-a-lifetime warplane.

Bock was caught in a dilemma, as the commander-in-chief of the landing cluster. His hesitation must not be exposed in front of his subordinates, because it will be seen as weakness by his subordinates, which will directly affect his authority, which is what Bock has been taught since childhood, he is a standard old Junker officer, with militarism carved into every rib.

Time passed like this, and all the personnel of the headquarters waited for the commander-in-chief to make a decision, and Bock's headquarters had always followed an extremely strict hierarchy, and his subordinates never dared to overstep their bounds, and everyone could only watch as great opportunities were slowly slipping away from their hands. Luckily. There was a man in this command who didn't care about the hierarchy of authority, he only trusted his own judgment.

"Commander, why hasn't the order been given yet, the report of the Navy is very clear, although I don't know what is wrong with the British, but it is clear that this is an opportunity given to Germany by heaven, and we should start acting immediately." Guderian pushed open the door to the cabin and rushed in, waving his cane excitedly and loudly to Bock.

"But. We don't have a further investigation report yet, and I think we should report to the Führer first and let him make a decision. ”

Bock had always had a good impression of Guderian, and he felt that he was a very good tactical commander. He may be able to command an army group, but he is only slightly less qualified and experienced, and his background is a little lower, and he is not a Junker nobleman. But it can be regarded as a gentry family, with two generations in the army, and can barely be classified into the officer corps. Especially lately. Bock found that the new Führer seemed to have a clear eye for Guderian, and often asked him about his current situation at regular meetings, and in several battles he was entrusted with important tasks, and anyone with a discerning eye knew at a glance that Guderian's future was absolutely limitless.

"I think we can set off immediately, and the ferry time will take two hours at the earliest, and there will be enough time for the high command to reply, and when the time comes, we will be able to flexibly grasp whether the order is to advance or retreat." Guderian looked at Bock earnestly, hoping to convince him.

"Well, since you insist, I think it's a good idea." Bock was moved by Guderian's words, this is indeed the best of both worlds, and he can't help but add a few more points to Guderian's evaluation. And others rashly interrupted the thinking of the superior officers, ignored the sacred hierarchy of the army, and so on, for the sake of the Führer's face, Bock would have been treated as if it had not happened.

The German landing fleet began to pressurize and fire from the morning of the 20th, and could be activated at any time, and with an order from the headquarters, the huge fleet began to move slowly, and all kinds of transport ships carefully left their berths, grouped according to their planned positions, and sailed towards the vast sea.

The moon was bright that night, the formation of the ships was very smooth, the command of the sea voyage was the responsibility of the landing and navigation command of the navy, all the ships maintained radio silence, and only relied on lights to communicate with each other, and for a time the sea flashed frequently, silently transmitting various orders. The gray shadow of the ship on the sea under the moonlight, and the starlight flashing on the bow of the ship between the masts, as if entering a fairy tale wonderland.

By the time they reached the center of the strait, the fleet from Calais joined the group, which numbered an astonishing one hundred and eighty ships, not counting small ships such as landing craft, which would have immediately exceeded five hundred.

At 3 o'clock in the morning on the D-day, the German landing fleet reached the sea off Dire, and from the shore, the flotilla on the sea was dense and boundless, giving the illusion that all the ships of the whole world were concentrated in this sea.

A night landing was not part of the German plan, as poor vision caused unnecessary confusion and hindered the landing force from finding the right landing site and countering enemy attacks. But the situation was different from the previous concerns, the moon was bright, the coastal beachhead was very clear, the beach was empty, the shore was pitch black, and the only light was that the Navy divers were using portable signal lights to send a communication signal to the fleet.

If such a huge fleet of ships stopped on the open sea, and such a large stretch of coast did not react at all, if this is a trap for the British, then how strong must these British hearts and how tenacious their nerves must be, in order to be able to maintain restraint and patience under such heavy pressure.

"It seems that this place is really undefended, and the Navy is right." Standing on the platform of the command module, Bock carefully observed the shore with a pair of high-powered glasses, although he saw nothing.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. The Führer was indeed an angel sent by God to revive Germany, this is the landing site he chose, this is the landing site he personally chose, God, there is not a single enemy to defend, this is a miracle, Guderian, this is a miracle! ”

Bock suddenly became excited, this old soldier now didn't know what words to use to express his admiration for Xu Jun, and the scene in front of him was nothing but a miracle. There is no other way to explain it, and he fell completely at the feet of the apostles of God, who had some occult foundations.

"Yes, it is a miracle, and I now believe that the Führer is favored by God, Your Excellency, and I am thrilled and honored that we will go down in history as witnesses and executors of this miracle."

Guderian also felt a little numb in the back of his head, and Bock didn't say that he hadn't thought about it yet, but now Bock mentioned it. Guderian felt that there was indeed something about this, and looked at the sky above him, and Guderian hurriedly drew a cross on his chest.

In the moonlight, the Germans began to act in an orderly manner according to the plan. Due to the early time of landing. Now half of the beach is flooded, the strait is currently at low tide, and the coastline is slowly delaying over time, according to the schedule. It is between 5 and 6 a.m. that the entire beach is fully exposed.

In any case, now the beachhead is defended by only one company of naval diving combat sappers. They must be given immediate support. The divers conducted only a short search of the surrounding area, sending out several early warning observation posts. Although these naval divers claimed to be combat engineers, they actually only had one submachine gun, two magazines and a grenade on their bodies, and each of them also carried a box of "blue terriers" used to break through obstacles and clear mines, a 200-gram plastic box of explosives with prefabricated detonator holes, which could be detonated as long as the detonator was inserted. These weapons and ammunition are only enough for them to defend themselves and flee for their lives, and they are not enough to hold out for two minutes when they really encounter a positional battle of normal intensity.

The first wave of landing craft were infantry landing craft, these flat-bottomed cement ships had buoyancy compartments on the side of the boat, the draft was unexpectedly shallow, and after carrying half a platoon of 24 officers and men, it was only half a meter, equipped with a unique external motorcycle engine of the German army, without rudders, and all relied on propeller deflection to adjust the course.

The water was still receding, but the extra depth of the water gave the landing craft more room to move. The first batch of 40 landing craft were arranged in two rows, five meters apart laterally, almost shoulder to shoulder, and rushed towards the beachhead, and at a distance of 20 meters from the shoreline, the pilot felt the bottom of the ship rubbing against the bottom of the sea, and he immediately broke the gear on the motor handle, the propeller began to reverse, and the landing craft quickly slowed down, and then the bow rested lightly on the beach.

"Hurry, hurry, all disembark." The platoon deputy whispered an order to his subordinates. Before the bow gangplank was all flattened, the platoon mate jumped onto the gangplank with a pistol, and then decisively jumped into knee-deep water, wading hard to make a splash and staggering towards the land.

The beach was full of German soldiers, all armed and cautiously pushing towards the shore. Although it has been stated above that no British were found on the shore, but the above words can only be listened to half, and the main thing is to rely on their own eyes to see, this is the experience of veterans to save their lives, these are veterans, no one dares to take it lightly.

Miguel, one of the first infantrymen to land, walked in the middle of their squad with an MG34 in front of the squad leader and signal officer, next to him the machine gun co-shooter, and the riflemen scattered on both flanks.

"Do you know that my pants that have been soaked in seawater have to be soaked in fresh water before they are cleaned, and my boots are finished, and they were just oiled this morning." Miguel held a machine gun and stared nervously at the beachhead as he babbled out.

"Shut up, watch your surroundings, and be quiet." The squad leader lowered his voice and scolded, and glared at Miguel viciously.

Miguel pursed his lips, it was too dark to be visible, and suddenly he felt empty under his feet, and his body involuntarily tilted to one side.

"Oops......" Miguel tried to grab the secondary shooter next to him, but found that the one reflexively jumped to the side, and the machine gunner grabbed two in vain into the air, and then fell headlong into the water at the beachhead.

The German infantrymen pushed each other up the dirt slope separated by sand, and by this time the platoon deputy was already standing on the top of the dirt slope and warmly shook hands with the captain of the Navy diver to celebrate the victory of the division.

"We searched the forts on both sides, they are all old castles, not the kind of concrete that the intelligence says, we are really afraid that we are mistaken, and finally went to the town to carefully check the street signs, is there any smoke?" Captain Swain took the cigarette case from the sergeant's platoon lieutenant and pulled one out and put it in his mouth.

The platoon deputy took out a lighter from his pocket, and then looked hesitantly to the left and right. "It's okay, right?"

"Don't worry, there's no one here." Sven lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, then smiled and waved at the rifle-wielding infantrymen around him.

"I need a platoon, I don't have enough men, we found hundreds of British infantry in the castle over there, all drunk and unconscious, my men are still in defensive positions, so we can only collect weapons and lock up the ammunition depot first, I think it's better to concentrate and watch before they wake up."

"Understood, Captain, I'll bring someone over at once, a platoon, follow me." The platoon saluted the captain, and was led by a naval diver towards the castle in the distance.

The captain turned to look at the beach, where the first wave of landing craft had retreated from the beachhead into the water, turning around and heading for the transport ship in the distance. In the moonlight, you can clearly see that in the distance, another wave of landing craft is heading towards the beach in a neat formation.

Suddenly, Sven spotted something unusual on the surface of the sea near the beach, what seemed to be a dozen irregular waves of triangular waves, splashing snow-white water on the sparkling sea.

"Torpedoes? Submarine? Swain looked through the telescope suspiciously, and found that the triangular waves seemed to be some kind of wake, and between the waves, he could faintly see a gray tubular object protruding from the sea.

As Swain watched curiously, the tube rose higher and higher, and then a huge tank gun suddenly burst out of the water, pointing fiercely at the night sky, then the front armor of the tank, the front half of the body, the turret, and finally the entire No. 4 tank was exposed to the sea.

The wet hull glistened in the moonlight, the tracks spun rapidly, breaking through the water, and the steel beast roared and washed up onto the beach. The first wave of twelve No. 4 tanks drove swiftly across the shallows, ran over the beachhead, and stopped on the half-cut of the sandy beach that had been exposed, the turrets of each vehicle turned to the wings, and the tank companies formed a defensive formation in a half-moon shape.

"Oh, this is a submersible tank! Great, do you think we should report and send us some of this, we can form a Navy Diving Combat Engineer Diving Armored Company. Sven said as he took a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes sparkling, and he eagerly tugged at the shoulder of the lieutenant next to him.

"You said you dived twice, sir." Lian Ji squinted at his excited boss.

"Because it's important to ......" (to be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!)