Chapter 489 Letter

The British troops far outnumbered the attacking paratroopers, and their resistance could be called tenacious, but they were not frontline combat troops after all, and their combat quality was far inferior to that of the German paratroopers.

"Machine guns! Suppress them!" Jonas shouted, pointing at a British position in the distance.

The German paratroopers still used their specialty, machine guns for fire suppression, and several combat teams to encircle the enemy in different directions. From Poland to France and now to the UK, the German paratroopers have mastered this tactic.

In the original time and space, an MG42 machine gun could frighten the enemy and pin down a whole group of enemy troops. Now the attacking German paratroopers not only have MG3 machine guns, but also an RPK light machine gun. The powerful firepower instantly suppressed the British troops on the opposite side.

The rest of the combat teams took the opportunity to rush forward, and when they approached their targets, they took out grenades and threw them into the British trenches.

"Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by a few flames and a puff of dust, a group of people swarmed into the enemy's first trench.

Jonas leaned against the wall of the trench, raised his gun and was about to aim at the British soldiers not far away to fire. The soldier next to him holding the AKMS pulled the trigger first, and the assault rifle with a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute directly hit the British soldier Jonas was aiming at.

Jonas had to aim at the British soldiers fleeing farther away and pull the trigger.

"One! Two! Three!" Just after firing three shots, there were no British soldiers who could stand within his range. In front of the German paratroopers who were all equipped with semi-automatic and fully automatic weapons, the British Lee Enfield rifle basically posed no threat. After all, it may be the fastest manual rifle, but it is not faster than the semi-automatic, let alone the fully automatic firearms.

"Keep attacking!" Jonas led the team to continue rushing along the trench. The British soldiers had only the advantage in numbers but were constantly retreating.

Soon they cleared out the British soldiers in the first trench, jumped out of the trench, and continued to rush towards the second position under the cover of machine guns.

Suddenly, a hidden bunker on the side spewed out a hot flame, swept over, and instantly suppressed the paratroopers who were pursuing the victory.

Many people in later generations have debated the firing rate of the MG42 machine gun during World War II. Some people think that the firing rate of MG42 of 1500 rounds per minute is too extreme and unnecessary. The machine gun of 600-700 rounds per minute is fully competent.

However, this thing is related to the battlefield environment. In the wars of later generations, there is basically no group charge in World War II. What is needed is continuous fire suppression, and the high rate of fire is useless.

The high-rate machine gun in World War II is not only effective against group charge, but also has great benefits for surprise attacks. It takes advantage of the enemy's lack of time to react and fire a rain of bullets, which is more efficient in killing. Just like now, the British launched a sneak attack with a low-rate machine gun. The German paratroopers had already found a bunker to hide after the first few bullets were fired, so the subsequent bullets could not kill them. If it were the German high-rate machine guns, the paratroopers here would definitely pay a heavy price.

"Hoffman! The machine gun bunker at two o'clock! Knock it out!" Jonas ignored the bullets flying over his head, and while calmly loading a new magazine for his FLA rifle, he shouted to Hoffman not far away.

Hoffman nodded at him, indicating that he had heard it and raised the 40mm caliber six-round revolver grenade launcher in his hand and fired two grenades at the machine gun bunker.

After two loud bangs, the British machine gun also went silent.

"This kid is a genius!" Jonas couldn't help but praise. As the battle continued, Hoffman became more and more proficient in using the grenade launcher in his hand, almost reaching the state of hitting wherever he pointed, and many targets could be dealt with with just one or two grenades. Jonas understood why Hoffman was able to join the elite paratroopers at such a young age.

As soon as the British machine guns went silent, the paratroopers who were clinging to the ground jumped up again and launched a new round of attacks. The British soldiers also began to retreat immediately. It seemed that no one was determined to die here. It was just that they forgot that it was very stupid to turn their backs to the enemy during the battle. The German paratroopers mercilessly pulled the trigger at the target in front of them. The British soldiers screamed and fell down one after another, and finally everything returned to calm.

Jonas leaned casually on a gun and panted. Now that the mission was finally completed, he could rest.

After arranging people to guard, he ordered others to rest in place. After turning around again to make sure that there were no omissions in the guard post, he found a place to sit down and prepare to take a nap. But he saw Hoffman, who was sitting diagonally opposite, reading a piece of paper in his hand. "Hoffman, what are you looking at?"

They are now behind the enemy, and fighting may break out at any time. They should take this rare opportunity to recuperate.

Hoffman raised the paper in his hand. "I found it on a British soldier's body. It was a letter to his two-year-old daughter. My father died in the last war. I wonder if he also had such a letter in his arms when he fell." His eyes were slightly red as he spoke.

"..." Jonas was stunned. He had never thought that Hoffman had such a background, but isn't this the cruelty of war? Countless families will be torn apart in war, and even more people will die on the battlefield, and it is difficult to recover their bodies.

Moving to sit next to Hoffman, he patted his shoulder. "That's for sure. There is no parent who doesn't care about their children. Their bloody battles were ultimately for the sake of giving their next generation a better life. Although their long-cherished wish was not fulfilled, we are now far ahead of their pace. As long as we win this war, Germany will eventually become a thousand-year empire. Our next generation and the next generation will not have to experience the suffering of war again."

Hoffman sniffed, folded the letter in his hand and stuffed it back into the envelope. "I have to give this letter to his daughter after the war."

"..."Although Jonas didn't agree with this, he didn't say anything. He signaled him to take a rest and closed his eyes, and soon he began to snore evenly.

While they were resting, other paratrooper teams also successively removed the British artillery positions, allowing the British to personally feel what a truly elite division is. They continued to break through the British positions, which far outnumbered them, and destroyed cannons and anti-aircraft guns one by one.

As the British anti-aircraft firepower on the ground gradually weakened, the German army sent a large number of gliders. Unlike the unfortunate paratroopers who have to look for friendly forces and weapons after jumping out of transport planes, these gliders are loaded with organized platoons of soldiers, and with the heavy weapons they carry, their combat effectiveness is more complete.