Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine, the Second Battle of Norwich

"Is there any smoke?" In the corner of the second floor of a collapsed house, there was a fuel box, and the alcohol block inside was burning with a blue flame, bringing a little warmth to this cold open-air room.

The wet shoes were placed next to the flames, and a German soldier was holding the Mauser 98k rifle in his arms and was digging the white soft leather on his feet with his fingers. After a day of soaking in rain-soaked shoes yesterday, his feet were covered in white dead skin.

And beside him, a barefoot German sniper was lying on the floor, looking at the street in the distance through the scope. They put on spare clothes that were fairly dry, and that set of clothes hadn't been washed, so they found a deformed iron bedside, hung it over the flames, and dried it with the only little heat.

They were relatively lucky. They were ordered to be stationed in the city of Norwich, which was able to shelter some wind and rain. Those grenadiers who were forced to defend the wild were really pitiful. I heard that many people directly suffered from pneumonia and high fever. No retreat... and some unlucky ones lost their lives directly.

"Hey! The British are attacking! Pack up your things! Prepare to move!" the sniper suddenly shouted in a low voice.

The sniper cover soldier who had been picking his feet immediately dropped his stinky feet, hurriedly put on half-dried socks, and then hurriedly put on the boots that had been cleaned by the rain.

"Boom!" There was no unnecessary urging, the sound of the weapon firing in the sniper's hand had already proved that the British on the opposite side had approached a rather dangerous position. The sniper didn't pause, and fired his second shot directly.

If anyone could look out of his scope, he could see that he had already downed two British soldiers and was aiming for the first hapless guy. The British soldiers obviously didn't find the position of the German sniper, and fired in all directions indiscriminately, seemingly disorganized.

"Number one!" The German sniper proudly counted the number of hits he had made, and then he pulled the trigger and fired his first shot. And among the British soldiers on the opposite side, a poor fellow fell down in response, spewed a stream of blood on his back and fell to the ground with a heart-piercing scream.

This young German sniper has incomparable self-confidence, because he was born in the hunter class of the German sniper school, and he can be regarded as the elite of the school school of sniper. German snipers are divided into two major schools, one is the aristocratic hunting talents, these people are mainly hunters or nobles who hunt all year round, with superb marksmanship and noble status; the other is the snipers who graduated from the German sniper school, they are generally like Killing machines generally strictly implement the techniques and tactics in the sniper manual and slaughter the enemy efficiently.

When he kept shooting, the soldier who was covering him with a Mauser 98k rifle had skillfully stuffed his clothes into his rucksack, suppressed the flame on the alcohol block, packed up the mess, and got ready retreated.

"Hey! I'm packed! Do you want to retreat barefoot?" the assistant whispered.

While shouting, he leaned against the broken window and raised his Mauser rifle to the British soldiers in the distance: "I'll cover you, hurry up and put on your shoes!"

The sniper fired out the second magazine, retreated to the half of the room left, and put the shoes on his feet with the same swift movements. And when he put on his shoes, the assistant had already fired his first shot.

He skillfully hit a British soldier who happened to see him not far away, then squatted down and pulled the bolt, ejected the hot cartridge case, and reloaded it. The British obviously found his position, and a white mist was thrown out by the window.

"I'm done! Let's retreat!" The sniper yelled after tying his shoelaces, and then he picked up his backpack and jumped off the collapsed outer wall on the other side, while his assistant also bent over Withdrew from the same place.

Just when the British found the position of the German sniper and opened fire on the deserted small building with long guns and short cannons, a deputy shooter was helping at a hidden German machine gun position not far away. Press the long belt on the g4 machine gun. He moved skillfully, loaded the ammunition in two clicks, then lay on the edge of the crater, and picked up his Mauser 98k rifle.

"Ahead, meters! British infantry." He said in a low voice, "I'm aiming for the first one on the left!"

"Leave the rest to me!" The machine gunner raised the corner of his mouth, pressed his shoulder against the butt of the machine gun, and pulled the trigger. The g42 roared, making a unique continuous sound, the ammunition chain was quickly pulled into the machine gun chamber, and the shell casings fell to the ground not far away like raindrops, making a crisp jingling sound.

The British never expected that there would be a German machine gun team ambushing on the flanks. They were still firing at the position where the sniper was ambushing, and suddenly felt the bullets from the opponent raining down, and it was too late to hide. up.

A British soldier was knocked to the ground in an instant, and the soldiers not far away from him were hit by bullets before they recovered their senses. The British soldiers behind saw the scene where the bullet hit the ground and bounced into the distance. Before they had time to dodge, they felt that their knees were hit by the bullet almost at the same time, as if their bones were broken by a hammer.

He screamed and fell to the ground, watching the bright red blood gushing from his stomach and thighs, watching the British soldier behind him being shot through the neck, falling to the ground and covering his mouth, thinking To stop the blood of the arteries from gushing out of the mouth.

The poor British soldier wanted to put his hand over his stomach, only to find that his hand was covered with blood. He pressed his stomach with his hands, and found that there seemed to be more than one hole. The shooting of the G42 machine gun is really high, so even a strafing shot can make every poor target hit by several bullets at the same time.

He didn't know if there was something wrong with him, and he didn't seem to feel much pain after suffering such a serious injury. He half-raised his head, struggling to sit up from the ground, but found that more blood was gushing from between his waist and abdomen.

"Medical soldier! Medical soldier! I was hit!" Unknown source of strength made him shout loudly. He tried hard to see everything around him, but found that there were corpses of British soldiers everywhere in front of him.

Not far from him, at the corner of a corridor, several British soldiers were gesturing to him, possibly telling him not to move around. Because the machine gun bullet hit the wall near those people and splashed a cloud of dust, he couldn't see clearly, so he wanted to raise his head even harder.

"Help me! Save me! I..." He struggled and wanted to shout out, but he forced more blood out of the holes in his belly. The comrades at the opposite corner seemed very anxious, and they were trying to make gestures, trying to calm themselves down.

"Bah!" With a clear gunshot, the British soldier felt something hit his helmet heavily, and then his eyes went dark, his mind was full of thoughts and something like liquid spread from his face , the whole head hit the ground filled with warm liquid, and it was over.

Not far away, the German soldier pulled the bolt to reload his rifle. He aimed at a wounded soldier lying on the ground struggling constantly, and shot the unlucky guy in the head. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but he felt that if one day he was lying on the ground like this and seeing his own blood fountain, he would want someone to smash his head off.

He felt that he was very kind, so kind that he could waste a bullet for a mortal enemy. Anyone else would have preferred to watch the British soldier succumb to flu blood and die. How did Yuan say that? Be low-key, and shoot anyone who stands in our way.

In the distance, the gunfire became more and more intensive. Two German snipers who jumped off the second floor and climbed up another ruined wall found their ambush position again. The British soldiers who touched the street shot and killed them, and then hummed softly and set up the little folding...

Furnace, lit the alcohol block.

The machine gun team also moved their positions at about the same time. They left behind the bodies of a dozen or so British soldiers, carrying machine guns and ammunition boxes, and bent over to retreat into a narrow alley.

The Germans had already paid enough in the Norwich street battle a few days ago, and now they are the masters who are more familiar with the plants and trees here. They wandered the streets and alleys, and opened fire on the British soldiers who rushed into the encirclement. Then disappear into the rubble and rubble after a deluge of ammo, without dragging a beat.

The British retaliatory artillery began to violently shake the already ruined Norwich land, leaving huge craters on the streets and ruins of buildings. The German soldiers lay on the ground enduring the attack of the British artillery, squinting He squinted his eyes and waited for the splash of mud to hit his face, while leisurely lighting a cigarette and puffing.

There were explosions one after another, and black smoke rose one after another. The undulating gunshots matched the fierce howling wind. The second battle for Norwich kicked off, and the two sides had to invest more troops for a city that had become ruins, and send their limited reserves to the battlefield.

Whether it is the commander of the 1st Infantry Division, the commander of the 1st Infantry Army, the commander of Army Group A, Lundstedt, or the chief of the army's general staff, Brauchitsch, even Yuan Akado That’s okay—everyone knows that Norwich is just a starting point. Every British city in the future will be filled with people’s lives in this way, and blood will flow like a river without end.