My own war game

Chapter 49 Street Fighting
Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

More than a dozen heavy mortars with a range of 10 mm or more roared and plowed all the ground in front of the manor. The once solid stone wall was blown into seven or eight pieces, and the originally beautiful roses were trampled under the feet of several military boots.

As the top-notch army in Europe, once the German Army starts to use firepower coverage, the power is definitely not a joke.

Including He Chi, everyone in the manor held their heads tightly to prevent being accidentally injured by stray bullets.

The glass everywhere was shattered, and shrapnel kept flying over the heads of several people.

The shelling stopped, and He Chi was pulled out from under a broken table. Before he could shake off the dirt on his body, he shouted to the big black man, "Groot, go to the second window on the south side and carry the heavy machine gun over to guard there!"

After hearing this, the giant black man picked up a 50-kilogram heavy machine gun and ran to the designated position in a few steps. He was the only one here who had the ability to use the heavy machine gun as a light machine gun.

"Jason took the men to the second floor, at 9 o'clock, at least 30 people!"

"Pete, come with me! Bring the mortar!"

"Camille, get the medicine box!"

"Margaret, Christine, the ammunition transportation is up to you!"

At least no less than 200 people formed an attack formation around the manor. He Chi's right eye was filled with small red dots representing the enemies. At this time, he didn't have the mind to pretend to be any "Eastern divination" and directly gave orders to several people in the room.

Chug tug tug tug! ! !
boom! boom!
Soon, continuous gunfire was heard from all directions of the manor, interspersed with the sound of grenade launchers and mortars.

The French squads were always able to discover their positions before the Germans arrived and take the initiative to open fire. The Germans, putting aside their concerns and no longer caring about casualties, launched a saturation attack with brute force.

The battle was intense from the start.

At least twenty Germans fell in the first wave, and the French also began to suffer injuries - a bullet pierced Jason's right arm.

Unlike the German army with a large number of reserve troops behind them, every combat power on He Chi's side is extremely valuable. Just the injury of one person instantly increases the defensive pressure on one side.

The first problem occurred with Black Groot - the heavy machine gun was fired for too long and the barrel overheated and became scrapped.

The German army, which had been suppressed, took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, and the giant black man who had been performing well before saw this scene and turned around and ran away without a second thought - He Chi had previously told him to run back as soon as possible if he could not hold on.

The German colonel in the distance put down his binoculars, turned to Metzer and said:

"It seems you are right, Lieutenant. The enemy is well prepared, but they are short of manpower. Although we have lost dozens of outstanding men, that's all. As long as the rear can break through, we can split them..."

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

With a loud bang that shook the earth, a quarter of the entire manor collapsed in the violent explosion, and also disappeared along with it were nearly a platoon of German soldiers who had rushed in.

"Oh my God! Are they crazy? Burying explosives in their own house?!" someone murmured.

He Chi referred to the Soviet fighting style in the Battle of Stalingrad in history. He buried explosives in the defensive building in advance, and detonated them immediately if there was a risk of losing the building, to prevent the enemy from using the original terrain to attack him. If he was lucky, he could take a wave of enemies with him. Not only the back, but also the front was caught in close-range street fighting.

Several German scouts crawled forward, using broken rocks as cover to get under the wall of the building and prepare to launch a surprise attack.

Seeing their own soldiers reach a favorable position, the German support weapons frantically fired at the windows of the manor, trying to attract the attention of the defenders and create opportunities for their companions.

The German soldiers under the wall gestured to each other and each took out a grenade. The people on the other side should not be able to see them from their position, and a grenade suddenly flying into the building would have the effect of surprise.

1, 2, 3, two people pulled the fuse at the same time, but just before they were about to throw, a round object was thrown out of the house.

A British Mills "Melon" grenade.

boom!
boom! boom!
There were three consecutive explosions. The first was the sound of a grenade thrown by the defenders, and the second was the sound of two German grenades that failed to be thrown exploding on the spot.

Metzer, who was far away, frowned when he saw this scene. "How did he see that there were people there? And how did he grasp the timing so accurately?"

But it was not over yet. On the other side, three German soldiers climbed in from the kitchen window on the first floor. As soon as they showed their heads, a loaded MAP18 submachine gun was already waiting there. In the narrow passage, the powerful automatic firepower made the two men in front fall down with several bullet holes in their chests.

The third soldier was not shot because of his companion's protection. Just when he thought his opponent had emptied the magazine, the Asian man in front of him raised his hand, picked up the meat cleaver on the chopping board and stabbed it into his neck.

The whole process took no more than 3 seconds, and this group of German soldiers didn't even fire a single bullet.

when!
The meat-cleaver was thrown aside, and He Chi collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Close-range combat consumed a lot of physical strength, and his right eye, which had been used over and over again, began to hurt.

The enemy appeared in the vision again. He Chi wanted to stand up and grab his weapon, but because the gun was slippery due to the blood, he was unable to pick it up at once.

A German soldier climbed in through the window again, was stunned to see He Chi lying on the ground, and then raised his weapon.

"Damn it! It's over now." He Chi cursed inwardly, intending to drag someone else down with him even at the risk of his life.

boom!
Gunshots rang out, but He Chi was unharmed. A flower of blood spurted out of the German soldier's chest and he fell straight down.

On the other side of the room, Christine held a Browning pistol, her legs shaking.

The same battle was taking place in various places in the manor.

As the sky gradually darkened, the German commander's face became more and more ugly. More than 50 soldiers had been carried down, not counting the platoon buried in the house and the people who fell in the house. The opposite side had only lost one person so far - a machine gunner who was slow to move and was knocked to the ground by a submachine gun.

"What kind of people did the French send? Pétain's direct guard?!" the commander cursed secretly in his heart. The most important thing was that he found that as the sun went down, the battle situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them. His soldiers could not accurately find the target because of the dim light, while the other side seemed to be completely unaffected.

After much thought, the colonel finally gave an order in a hateful tone: "Let our people withdraw first!"

(End of this chapter)