Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 5 LOS LOS LOS
French-Irish people have motorcycles so early?

Ryan curiously raised his head and soon saw the shadow of the motorcycle through the hazy gauze curtains.

Just the look of the car...

Why is it a scooter?
There's a long tube on it, which is weird.

Shaking his head to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, Ryan fixed his gaze again on the people in red pants who seemed to be on alert.

As Brinkman said, these soldiers have now built a simple position in front of the command post with simple sandbags, and chevaux de frise have also been set up directly in front of the command post.

Two black-gray motorcycles and three soldiers were behind the barricades, and the remaining soldiers were divided into three groups of three and scattered on both sides of the position.

And the so-called machine gun was on the far left side of the position.

This made Ryan involuntarily look to the right.

There is a three-story concrete building over there, which is also the hiding place of the first team responsible for the feint attack.

Because of the previous bombing and shelling, it has now become a dilapidated and dangerous building.

The roof of the entire building has been completely blown off, the north exterior wall has collapsed, and the entire building is in a state of leaking air everywhere.

But it is a concrete building after all, so even though it has become what it is now, it still has protection and stability far exceeding that of ordinary wooden structures.

It is an excellent cover for the troops responsible for the feint attack.

After all, their bunkers are thick concrete walls that ordinary rifle bullets cannot penetrate. Even more powerful machine gun bullets can hardly pose a threat to targets behind the concrete walls.

Look at the other side.

Wolfe, who had already taken position, was lying in ambush in a wooden house on the westernmost side with a private who served as his deputy.

It wasn't a safe place, Ryan had confirmed before.

Fragile walls, half-collapsed structure, and not even a decent shelter.

It can be said that if they fail to clear all the enemies as quickly as possible, what awaits Wolf and his men will only be an overwhelming hail of bullets.

So they will attack after a small group has distracted the enemy's attention.

Ryan lowered his head again and half-lay on the ground. He first glanced at the system map and counted the red dots in the command post, sixteen in total.

Then he immediately stepped back, pulled his pistol from its holster, released the safety, and inserted a fresh magazine.

After doing all this, Ryan glanced at his watch and whispered, "Everyone, countdown 30 seconds."

"Load, release, and prepare for battle!"

Clap!

The crisp sound echoed throughout the room, but as the sound faded away, all that remained was the heavy breathing of several people.

Ryan shrank his neck and looked towards the door on the side.

Two unarmed non-commissioned officers had already hung grenades collected from everyone on their belts.

They were the main force that later seized the command post.

The command post, also built of concrete, is an excellent fortress. Even if it has been blown to pieces by bombs and artillery, it still has excellent protection.

"Give me two grenades," he said.

"But Lieutenant..."

One sergeant was a little surprised, wondering how Ryan could suddenly come up with such an idea, but the other man directly handed him two wooden-handled grenades.

"Thanks."

Ryan nodded to the man.

The next moment, dense gunfire came from the east.

The first squad opened fire!

Lieutenant Brinkman immediately lowered his head, fearing that he would be seen by the enemy, while Ryan, relying on his distance from the window, raised his head.

He saw the Farlan soldiers in red pants immediately panicking, and saw two of them falling straight onto the piled sandbags, with the guns in their hands falling to the ground. It was obvious that they were deader than dead.

They obviously didn't expect that they would be attacked after they had established their position, so even the officers could only lie on the ground and crawl into the bunker.

Just as the group of red pants were busy looking for cover, several figures emerged from the command post.

Despite the continuous firepower from the first squad, they rushed to the side of the machine gun, dragged the machine gunner whose lung was pierced and was twitching to the side, and immediately began to suppress him with the machine gun.

The Hotchkiss 1909, which used a magazine to feed ammunition, easily drove the first squad that was conducting a feint attack back behind the bunker, but the machine gunner was also deprived of his vision by the dust raised by the gunpowder gas and had to temporarily stop shooting.

It was not until then that the remaining Farlan soldiers finally found the position of the first squad with the help of the machine gunner. The sound of the 1886mm caliber Lebel was very dull, like the breathing of an old man.

But they never imagined that the first team had already moved out of the breach behind the concrete building.

At the same time, Wolfe, who had been lying in ambush in the cabin on the opposite side, also started shooting.

As the first shot rang out, Ryan immediately saw the machine gunner follow in the footsteps of his predecessor.

The iconic blue hat flew up directly, and the lifeless torso pressed heavily on the machine gun. Only the finger on the trigger did not release, and more than ten bright bullets flew randomly into the sky.

The sudden death of the machine gunner immediately disrupted the minds of the soldiers closest to him. They hurriedly squeezed to the back of the machine gunner, fearing that they would be hit by the flying bullets.

But what awaited them was the same fate as the machine gunner.

With four simple and short muffled sounds, these infantrymen immediately fell to the ground, their limbs twitching, and they completely lost their lives.

The gunshots coming from behind obviously disrupted the soldiers' thinking.

The leading officer rolled over and landed in the corner between sandbags and a building, and began firing his pistol indiscriminately in the direction of the gunshots.

The other soldiers didn't even have time to find cover. They could only cover their heads, lie on the ground, and pray that the bullets would not hit them.

Wolfe fired several more shots, but they all missed.

The bullets either hit the ground a few meters in front of the Farlanes or flew over their heads.

It is still difficult to kill a target less than 440 yards away with a standard -yard rifle.

What's more, they were lying down.

But that's enough.

Because the first team has reorganized its situation.

The sound of Mauser G98 gunfire rang out again from the east.

The first team, divided into two teams, occupied the second floors of the houses on the north and south sides of the concrete building and directly called out the names of the Farlan soldiers lying on the ground.

Ryan immediately looked at the system map.

There is no red dot in front of the command post.

The red dots inside were constantly squirming, but none of them dared to move towards the door or window.

Apparently, they were frightened by the sudden gunshots.

Immediately turn your attention back to reality.

Ryan yelled!

"LOS! LOS! LOS!!"

(End of this chapter)