Infantry Corporal Kirvin knelt on one leg by the edge of the flowerbed, and behind the fence of the flowerbed squatted the seven remaining men of his squad. The non-commissioned officer felt a little nervous, he released his right hand, which was gripping the handle of the submachine gun, stretched his fingers a few times, and then wiped the sweat from his palm on the trouser leg of his trousers.

This was not the first time he had served as a spearhead, and the quick-witted and skilled Kirwyn was highly appreciated by the commanders. In the French campaign, the first thing that came to mind was the errand platoon commander who encountered any trouble, such as the spearhead, the rearguard, and the flank reconnaissance. It is also because of this that he was able to be promoted from an ordinary private to a corporal squad leader in just one year. And there is news that after this battle, he may be promoted to another rank, and there are rumors that he may receive an Iron Cross and a division award.

Kirwyn looked back at the second shift leader across the street, and after exchanging glances with the other party, he nodded to the rear, signaling that everything was ready. The platoon commander crouched down on the steps of an apartment building and waved his arms forward, and two squads of German infantry, clinging to the sides of the street, began to advance briskly.

Having fought dozens of village and town raids, and was involved in the final sweeping street battle in Dover, Colwyn felt that the neighborhood in front of him was indeed a suitable place for ambush, and he was mentally prepared for a bloody street fight.

The platoon commanders had no objection to the decision of the company commander Sauer, and at this point in time, no amount of caution could be overdue, and the Germans decisively sent two squads of infantry as spearheads to search the streets in battle formation.

Now they are not sure if there are enemy guards here, and if they don't, of course everyone will be happy, but if the British do set up a defensive line here, the Germans will certainly not be afraid of this kind of trouble, they are only worried that it will take too much time here.

According to past combat experience, the best way to encounter such a community is to launch a pincer offensive from both flanks, with mobile infantry squads dispersing the enemy's resistance fire. Dispatch armored vehicles or tanks to break through the enemy's flank defenses, just open a gap, and the rest will be easy. When the time comes, just follow the steps written in the combat manual, divide the enemy's position, suppress the enemy's firepower, and finally concentrate your own forces to clear the remnants of the enemy one by one.

But in this place, there was no room for this tactic, because the special terrain limited the mobility of the troops, and it was surrounded by a large number of residential houses, except to advance along the main road in the middle. There is no other way to go around the road.

"Forward, follow, hurry, hurry!" Colwin pin his submachine gun and began to walk briskly down the ramp, which, like the rest of London's main neighbourhoods, had only two narrow lanes, and the sidewalks for pedestrians were less than half a metre wide, and were occupied by steps and small flower beds and lamp poles along the streets.

Colwin's infantry squad plus him was exactly eight men, the squad leader and deputy squad leader, plus three machine gun crews and three riflemen. Originally, there were ten of them. As a result, one rifleman was shot coldly outside Dover, and the other was disarmed by British bayonets during a field encounter. In the past, when such a combat attrition was carried out, the higher authorities would soon send reinforcements to keep them fully loaded. Perhaps this time because the troops were always on the move, Colwin's infantry squad had not been replenished until now.

"Pay attention to those windows." The infantry corporal whispered to the soldiers behind him, and he moved forward briskly with his weapons in his hand, and the soldiers followed closely with their respective equipment. After a forward impact of almost twenty meters. Colwyn stopped at the front steps of an apartment.

"Stop, machine guns are coming this way, everyone is on alert." Colwinding leaned against the protruding steps. Giving the order to his subordinates, he waved his hand at the second squad across the street, turned around and began to cover the movement of friendly troops with his submachine gun in hand.

This was the German army's existing infantry street tactics, and the command issued a manual devoted a lot of space to how to ensure the safe movement of troops in this neighborhood street environment.

Infantry generally take a single column, close to the street on both sides of the movement, if the strength of the force permits, can be set up on both sides of the street, one in front of the other alternate cover advance, so that the soldiers only need to defend their own side and directly in front of the area, and their own above the head of the guard task to the friendly army, can reduce the soldier a lot of combat pressure.

The German machine gun is the core of the entire infantry operation, and most of the tactics are formulated around the machine gun, and this combat concept of the German army is also reflected everywhere in street combat.

The machine gunner stepped forward steadily with the MG34, opened the folding tripod, and set the machine gun between the fences of the apartment steps, the co-shooter and the ammunition man crouched on either side of him, and the squad leader Colwin stood behind the machine gunner, holding a telescope and began to observe the vigilance.

The infantry of the second squad moved briskly along the street, and due to the obstruction of the flower beds and steps, a group of soldiers involuntarily ran out of a series of S-shaped trajectories, and Colwin's men couldn't help but smile when they saw this, these guys forgot that they were actually the same when they moved before.

Before Colwin's men could retract the smile on their faces, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, and little by little gray-white smoke rose from the asphalt around the second shift queue across the street, which was the dust and debris that had exploded when the bullets shattered the pavement, and the steel-core armor bullets rained down like raindrops, shooting sparks on the stone curbs of the sidewalk. The deputy squad leader at the head of the second squad and the machine gunner behind him fell headlong on the sidewalk, blood gushing out from under their bodies, instantly staining a large area of the ground red.

"Attention! There are enemies! ”

"Where?"

"Hidden!"

"Under that flower bed, fire! Kill that bastard. Colwyn spotted the British's carefully disguised firing point, and he roared angrily in the direction of his target.

Max, the machine gunner of the Kirwyn class, was a lively guy with a lot of friends in the platoon, and he was particularly close to the machine gunners of the second class, and he was inseparable from each other, witnessing the tragic death of his friend, the cheerful young man was enraged, he pulled the bolt of the gun fiercely, and began to fire continuously at the flower bed pointed out by the squad leader.

The terrible rate of fire of the German machine guns was a nightmare for all enemies, and the British infantry had long felt it, and now faced with this terrible weapon, which could not tell where the gunfire was dividing when firing, and the brave British machine gunner on the opposite side had only one Buren with half of the magazine empty, there was no doubt that the battle immediately turned into a one-sided crush.

The German machine gunners instantly suppressed the fire of the British troops, and the surviving soldiers of the second squad took advantage of this gap and began to evacuate back with the wounded, at least two soldiers were seriously wounded and completely incapacitated, and it was impossible to leave the danger zone without the help of their comrades.

"Watch out for the opposite roof!" A rifleman shouted, while raising his rifle and firing at the pointed roof diagonally opposite. Colwyn hurriedly looked up, but found no trace of the enemy.

"Hiding behind a chimney, a rifleman." The German soldiers continued to shout.

"Kill him, with a grenade." Kirwyn commanded.

One of the riflemen pulled out the grenade launcher from the leather box behind his waist, and he expertly twisted the bolt to secure the iron pipe to the muzzle. The soldier then fumbled in the canvas grenade bag and pulled out a personnel grenade with a beige shell.

He unscrewed the safety case on the outside of the warhead, revealing the bump fuse inside, and carefully slipped the slender grenade into the launch tube.

"Aim, rest assured, we've got him suppressed." The comrades encouraged the two riflemen who had pressed the British soldier behind the chimney and could not show his head.

"No problem." The soldier withdrew the bullet from the chamber, took out an empty cartridge from the cartridge and stuffed it into the magazine, and loaded it with a neat push. The shooter adjusted the angle of fire slightly, then pulled the trigger, and with a dull thud, an anti-personnel grenade flew out of the muzzle of the gun, exploding a cloud of smoke on the ridge next to the chimney.

After a few seconds, a limp figure fell from behind the chimney, slid down the ridge for a few meters, and then fell from the eaves, and slammed his body on the steps in front of the apartment, and the German riflemen fired several shots at the figure in succession, until they were sure that the other person was dead, and then stopped shooting.

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