The MG34 machine gun sang a carol of death, and the rapidly vibrating bolt spewed out a fireball mixed with a 7.92mm Mauser warhead like the magic wand of a wizard in Norse legend.

Harman, the shooter, stared coldly at the ancient building in the distance, his fingers firmly pressed on the trigger, and the chain of fifty rounds disappeared in an instant into the inlet that the machine gun seemed to be like a monster that could never be filled, and then turned into a small dazzling waterfall with a charming golden glitter of steel copper-plated chain clips and splashed down onto the flat wooden floor of the Opel truck.

Post "Attention to the second window on the left on the third floor, suppress him. ”

Second Lieutenant Hansen crouched behind Harman, and from time to time he cautiously poked his head out of the improvised bunker to point the gunner to the target with a telescope.

Opel now looks like a pile of moving sandbag fortifications, and the truck is destined to go down in history as one of the ugliest and most bizarre inventions of the German makeshift modifications and head-slapping inventions made on the battlefield during this war.

Kaoririch's utilitarian brain designed a vehicle that was improvised for a specific task, discarding all notions of art or aesthetics from the start, and in his eyes it didn't matter much if it was ugly, even if it was disgusting, as long as it was up to the required standards and could fulfill the duties assigned to it.

Fortunately, the final appearance of this improvised armored car has not yet reached the level of disgusting, it is just a little ugly and weird.

The Germans built a sandbag wall around the wide compartment of the Opel truck, which was small and portable for the infantry, but it was enough to give some protection to the soldiers inside the wall.

At least ordinary rifle bullets have difficulty penetrating this layer of sand-packed armor filled with earth and rock, and even if they do, it is difficult to have the ability to kill again.

But the Germans felt that this was not enough, and the heavy fire of the British made the Germans feel more cautious and made them more cautious.

In order to strengthen the protection, the Germans tied a waterproof tarpaulin to the side guards on each side of the car, and a large amount of earth was filled between the tarpaulin and the box board, Kaoririch believed that this layer of protection and the sandbags in the inner ring of the car would allow the truck to withstand at least shrenchnel from light artillery, and of course, only shrapnel.

However, for the British, who have so far only used a few light automatic weapons, the truck is an indestructible target.

In order to prevent those sandbags from falling off the front of the truck in the bumps of the road, the German sappers covered the sandbags with a waterproof camouflage tarpaulin and then carefully tied the tarpaulin with iron wire.

The front of the truck now looks like a Christmas present haphazardly wrapped in a country grocery store, or a camouflage cardboard box that has been trampled on by some naughty kid.

The release protection met the requirements, but the Germans did not intend to make only a solid target, which did not fit the character of the German ** team.

At the rear of the car, the Germans piled up a sandbag firing bunker, a very standard machine-gun firing position.

The half-man-high sandbag wall was piled up in a trapezoidal shape to give the machine gun crew adequate protection, and behind two machine gunners and a command officer crouched in the bunker, the truck was upgraded from a moving target to a combat vehicle.

Stacked with ammunition and weapons to replenish the German infantry platoon in the remaining space of the carriage, six heavily armed infantry sat on the floor against the guards on either side of the carriage, and their task was to jump from the cart with the stack of ammunition and weapons as fast as they could once they reached their destination.

To protect the fragile wheels, which are the snipers' second favorite target, the Germans hung a ring of canvas around the wheels, making it look like putting another green apron on the already ugly enough truck.

Although these canvases do not bring any substantial protection to the wheels, they can make it difficult for the opposing sniper to find the exact target location in the first place, and at least make the opponent wonder for a while.

The goal of Kaoririch was clear, to rely on this unsightly combat vehicle to break through the British fire blockade, and then lead the remaining soldiers of the platoon that had replenished ammunition and increased firepower to suppress and attract British fire as best they could to cover the assault of the large force.

If conditions allow, he can also lead the platoon directly into the church to settle the battle before the large force surprises, of course, this is only an idea, and they must wait until they reach the outside of the church to get in touch with the trapped platoon and obtain first-hand information before making the corresponding choices and decisions.

Although Steinhall considered Kaoririch's personal involvement in the raid to be an unnecessary risk, Kaorrich was convinced that the key to the success of the raid and the associated ensuing battles was the judgment and combat effectiveness of the front-line commanders.

Kaoririch could not think of any officer in the room who was better suited for the task, and he also brought with him Second Lieutenant Hansen and Sergeant Major Havogan, both veterans of rigorous special infantry training and combat experience, who needed two qualified assistants for this raid.

Second Lieutenant Rudolph also insisted on participating in the raid, but was firmly vetoed by Kaoririch, who needed to keep an officer in command of all the assault forces present, and Hansen paid the price of three dinners and two bottles of good wine to appease his depressed colleagues.

After a dense burst of cover fire, the converted unrecognizable truck burst out of the wooded intersection and then crawled resolutely towards the church occupied by the British at a speed of twenty kilometers per hour.

As soon as the truck broke out of the woods, the British, who had long maintained a high level of vigilance, immediately discovered the sudden situation, but the British did not attack immediately, because they were all confused by the monster that suddenly rushed out of the woods, and no one really thought of firing or anything like that.

All they were thinking about at the time was, what the hell was that.

Release a tank? It's impossible from any point of view, the British asked themselves if they had seen some big scenes, if that thing was a tank, then what they were holding in their hands was the main gun of the battleship.

Release of armored vehicles? There didn't seem to be any sign that it was an armored car or something, and the guy looked a bit like some gypsy circus wagon roaming the English countryside.

The British were caught off guard, and the British have always been accustomed to being cautious about the unknown, and they are conservative by nature and never react rashly until the slow-moving sandbags came into the range of the machine guns for more than 200 meters.

However, the fact that the British did not make a move did not mean that the Germans would be equally polite, the British suffered the first blow from that monster, and in a way that they were already very familiar with, the aria of MG34.

After the first German bullets rained down on the walls of the church, the British finally understood that the strange thing that rushed at them must be an armed vehicle, although it was not clear what it was and why it was so strangely shaped, but it was clear that it was a tool that the Germans had used against themselves.

Since this was the case, the British hurriedly pulled their minds out of their confusion and began to fight back with all their might.

Post "Hell, I think I know what the hell that is!" ”

Wilson quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and forcefully pressed the bullet into the magazine.

He was satisfied with his M1903 rifle in all aspects, whether it was accuracy, range or power, he felt better than the MKIII Li he had used before. The Enfield sniper rifle is much better.

The only thing he regretted about the release of this American-made weapon was that the magazine of this rifle was so small, only five rounds, and the imitation of the German Mauser rifle did not need to be copied even with its ammunition capacity.

Through the scope, Wilson had taken a closer look at the strange vehicle, and he believed he had recognized it as it was, it was a damn German truck with sandbags and other messes piled up on it.

It was a very bold idea to announce that the Germans wanted to break through their own obstacles with that truck.

Wilson and his comrades poured fire on the truck, but then Wilson was dismayed to find that the Germans had done too well in their defenses.

Wilson could clearly see that the bullets fired by himself and his comrades had hit the sandbags messily, but that could only go so far, the scorching warhead futile stirred up strings of fine dust on the sandbags.

It was announced that Wilson originally wanted to shoot the cab of the truck, and as long as the driver was eliminated, the truck would be considered to be at the station, but Wilson couldn't do that.

Release distance wasn't an issue, the thing was now as clear and visible in the scope as a flea under a microscope, and just as ugly.

Although his pride was hit hard by the German sniper just now, Wilson still had a little confidence in his marksmanship.

Even though the target was constantly moving and jolting, he asked himself if he could accurately get a bullet through the driver's cab window from 500 meters away.

But Wilson couldn't kill the German driver right now, not only him, but the other five snipers lurking in various parts of the church couldn't do the same, and he believed the brothers must be as angry as he was.

Releasing that no one could hit an unseen target, Wilson once again expressed his contempt for the cunning and cowardly Germans with a mouthful of spit, and his target was blocked by a wagon stacked with sandbags next door, and the Germans were charging in reverse.

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