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Chapter 86: Parachuting into Athens, Capturing the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies and the Ki

Chapter 87: Parachuting into Athens, Capturing the Commander-in-Chief and the King in Two Hours and 17 Minutes

The German High Command.

Manstein sneered, "Based on our previous airborne operations, Greece and Britain will certainly deploy a large number of air defenses at Athens Airport this time."

So our target wasn't the airport at all, but the area around Athens, and then…

Manstein fiercely planted his flag above the Greek palace.

"A decapitation strike."

Göring laughed, "They thought I was doing the same old thing, but this time, I've prepared all the rapid reaction forces, three whole divisions, tens of thousands of men."

The first wave is the Wayne Assault Division. They will seize Athens' main transportation routes, capture the Greek royal family, and then establish urban warfare defenses in Athens, awaiting support from the 7th Airborne Division and the 5th Parachute Division. We don't even need an airfield; the air force is enough to crush Greece this time.

Everyone in the command headquarters burst into laughter.

Having not suffered losses in the Battle of Britain, the Germans had an overwhelming numerical advantage in aircraft.

Athens, Greece.

Hundreds of Stukas suddenly swooped down from the sky.

A piercing whistling sound came from the air defense positions on the ground.

The other party was like a laughing devil.

"Aaaaaah!" The Greek defenders on the ground kept yelling and firing, venting their inner fear.

A bomb fell from the sky and exploded near the anti-aircraft gun, blowing several artillerymen away and setting them ablaze.

Bombers flew horizontally over the airfield, dropping a large number of aerial bombs below.

The densely packed positions formed by the British and Greeks were instantly dispersed by the explosions.

Fireballs appeared one after another on the ground, stretching into the distance.

It was like bubbles constantly bursting.

"We need the Air Force, we need the Royal Air Force."

A bomb fell, and the tents of the ground defenders were instantly engulfed by fireballs.

The call abruptly ended.

Blood and arms were everywhere along the positions near the airport. The surviving soldiers, their faces covered in dust, looked up at the planes in the sky with despair.

Parachutes landed around Athens, where air defenses were sparse. The vanguard of the German Luftwaffe's 1st elite division, the Weinbauer Assault Division, landed, and apart from a few who were injured in the fall, the rest of the soldiers immediately regrouped.

Colonel Kirk picked up his binoculars and looked at the smoke-filled Athens with a cold smile.

"Enter Athens."

The soldiers behind him raised their assault rifles, holding them in strange positions, keeping their bodies low, and moving quickly.

"Quickly, organize the city's defenses!" General Papagos issued the order at the Greek high command, his forehead covered in sweat.

"There are Germans here!" a group of Greek guards shouted.

They were scattered on both sides of the street, holding rifles.

A group of German paratroopers, armed with STG44s and submachine guns, approached in an instant. As the Greeks opened fire, a barrage of gunfire erupted in the distance.

The assault rifle's superior firepower and shooting advantages, ahead of its time, were undeniable.

It doesn't require lying down to maintain stability like a rifle, nor does it require shaking the muzzle like when holding a rifle, making it impossible to maintain accuracy.

The paratroopers activated their fully automatic mode.

The Greek defenders suddenly realized that the firepower of this German squad was more terrifying than that of their entire platoon.

It seemed as if everyone was holding a machine gun.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The dense hail of bullets swept across both sides of the street like a metal storm.

Boom!

Many Greek defenders were shot in the chest.

The others were completely stunned by the beating.

"Their firepower is too strong, how is that possible?"

"They used a strange weapon."

Bang bang bang bang!

The assault troops opened fire wildly in front, while the soldiers behind them, holding submachine guns, lowered their weapons and reached for the grenades in their breast pockets.

With a series of loud explosions, the Greek defenders were instantly routed.

The remaining Greeks grabbed their rifles and ran, but they forgot that assault rifles are not bolt-action rifles.

As their backs were exposed to the Germans, the paratroopers ran and fired their assault rifles.

Yes, that's the advantage of assault rifles: they have strong firepower, but their shooting postures are far more flexible and varied than those of regular rifles.

A hail of bullets came, and a platoon of Greeks was being riddled with bullets by a squad of German paratroopers.

This is the disadvantage of insufficient firepower.

"Establish a defensive line." In the direction leading to the Greek royal palace, a group of Canadian expeditionary soldiers were scattered around the streets.

"Burke, knock down the streetlights!"

Sniper Burke licked his lips, raised his Field rifle, and aimed at the streetlight.

Bang! The lights went out, and the road was swallowed by darkness.

The Canadians on both sides gripped their rifles tightly, taking deep breaths.

Burke licked his lips and looked into the distance by the moonlight.

Little did he know that 95 meters away, a cunning German sniper carrying a box was also aiming at him from the shadows.

A grayish-white human figure was clearly visible through the sights.

Infrared night vision equipment, the Vampire's individual night vision device can be described as a unique black technology of World War II.

"Little mouse." The German sniper chuckled in a low voice, his finger loosening before pulling the trigger.

boom!

A loud gunshot rang out on the street, and a bullet flew through the air, the airflow passing over the bullet as it spun at high speed.

Bang! The bullet pierced Burke's right shoulder, shattering his scapula into pieces, and blood spurted out.

"Aaaaah! Damn it!" Burke fell to the ground.

"Hey buddy, hang in there."

A Canadian soldier rushes toward his comrade.

"Don't come any closer, there's a sniper."

boom!

The bullet flew about one meter above the ground and pierced Burke's thigh the instant his teammates stopped to help him up.

With a thud, his teammate knelt on the ground.

"Damn it, save them!"

"Don't come any closer, those damned Germans can see us."

"This is impossible! This is a dark world; they couldn't possibly see it."

No, I can!

The German sniper licked his lips and pulled the trigger as the second wave of rescue arrived.

boom!

The spent cartridge fell from the rifle, and the bullet pierced the Canadian's chest.

"They can really see! Run!" Burke shouted to the others, supporting his teammate with one hand.

boom!

A bullet pierced the back of his head, and half of his skull was blown off.

His teammates, who were trying to save him, cried out in anguish, "No, Burke!"

boom!

The bullet pierced his neck, and blood gushed out like a tidal wave. The Canadian knelt weakly on the ground, silently watching his companion in the darkness. He tried to speak, but instead coughed up a large amount of blood.

"That bastard, fire!"

Canadians were firing their weapons indiscriminately.

The German sniper took cover behind a wall. A group of paratroopers with assault rifles approached. The sniper gave them a thumbs-up and disappeared into the street.

"Kill these British people."

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The overwhelming firepower instantly pinned the Canadians down, leaving them unable to lift their heads.

In the street fighting in Athens, the Greek defenders were almost routed at the first blow, due to the huge disparity in firepower between the two sides.

The roads near the palace were fortified with firing positions, sandbags, machine guns, and mortars, completely sealing off the area.

Five German paratroopers turned their heads and quietly observed the distance.

One of them put down the radio behind him and sent a message.

[Requesting air support, release ground signals]

[Request for support received. Order all vultures to search for the signal.]

The paratrooper reconnaissance soldier pulled out a signal pistol, aimed it at the firing point, and pulled the trigger.

A signal flare landed around the Greeks, and the ground lit up with a dazzling red light.

"Oh, damn it." The Greek's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"This is Vulture 003, support signal detected. Please respond?" An aircraft flew by on the horizon.

"This is Vulture 014. I've spotted the ground attack signal. Hand it over to me."

A Stuka in the sky instantly changed direction.

They had no idea that the German paratroopers now possessed the capability to detect and destroy.

A deafening roar came from the sky.

The Stuka descended from the sky with a loud, piercing whistle, its machine guns firing, kicking up clouds of dust and leaving the concrete road riddled with potholes.

The two streaks of fire advanced forward, causing chaos and destruction wherever they went.

A large number of Greek defenders were cut in two by machine gun fire.

A bomb landed near the sandbag.

With a deafening explosion, the mortar position was engulfed in flames.

The massive shockwave blew several Greeks off the field.

They were in mid-air, their faces burned and charred by the flames.

"Rush!"

A platoon of German paratroopers, armed with assault rifles, launched an attack on the Greek royal palace.

The palace gates were blown open by grenades, and a large number of Germans rushed in.

The infantry inside the palace were routed, and there were no heavy weapons in the palace.

Faced with assault rifles suitable for close to medium range, the Greeks discovered that even the Germans' shooting techniques were different from theirs.

In close-quarters combat (CQB), it was like a game-changer, with Greek soldiers falling to the ground one after another.

boom.

Colonel Kirk kicked open the door to the royal bedroom.

King George II of Greece angrily shouted, "What do you want to do?"

Colonel Kirk looked at George II and Papagos, the commander-in-chief of the armed forces.

"Your Majesty the King and Queen, please proceed to Berlin."

"What? You can't do that?"

"No, we can. Oh, and General Papagos, if you want to die for your country, I don't mind."

The commander-in-chief, Papagos, helplessly lowered his hands. "Fine, you win!"

Kirk checked his watch; it was 6:52 a.m.

"Telegram to the Supreme Command: Wien Assault Division, two hours and 17 minutes, capture the Greek royal family and the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. They will be transported to Berlin at this moment."

Berlin, Germany.

The Supreme Commander was overjoyed when he received Colonel Kirk's message.

Göring laughed heartily; this was what it felt like to be a first-class person.

Even those army bastards nodded respectfully at him at that moment.

Comfortable.

"Order the 7th Airborne Division to conduct an airborne assault and destroy the garrison at Athens Airport. The 22nd Air Division is on standby. I want to take Athens and coordinate with the 12th Army's motorized brigade to encircle the Greek Army Group Center and launch an attack from the rear."

"yes!"

The largest airborne operation since the start of World War II has begun.

The German Air Force prepared tens of thousands of personnel and set aside nearly two divisions in reserve.

"General Wilson, the British fleet is currently in the waters off Athens. We must leave. You need to go to Alexandria to command the remaining battle."

"No, we still have tens of thousands of soldiers here. I can't just leave like this. Navy, notify the Royal Navy fleet to fire in support of the army."

"General, this is Athens. We cannot fire on friendly forces, or even harm large numbers of civilians. The German paratroopers are scattered throughout the city, and we cannot use naval guns. General, leave immediately, or it will be too late."

The Germans are being airdropped in continuously; there are just too many of them.

The Italian fleet is rushing here; this is our last chance.

What will happen to the Canadian Expeditionary Forces in New Zealand?

"We can't save them."

"Why? Why did it turn out like this?"

"General, the German paratroopers are using a completely new weapon, an automatic weapon, and their firepower is overwhelming."

It was like every soldier was armed with a machine gun; neither the Greeks nor we could withstand it. In urban warfare, we were almost completely pinned down, not to mention the German planes overhead.

Wilson looked at Athens with anguish; the night was filled with firelight and shouts.

He clenched his fist. "I will be back."

The British expeditionary force major general left Athens.

Paratroopers from the Wayne Commando Division are being continuously airdropped to the ground.

After landing, they charged towards the city in squad formation, armed with assault rifles and submachine guns.

When encountering bunkers and firing positions, soldiers either use individual weapons or call for air support, demonstrating the full extent of information technology.

After learning Sean's gun-holding technique, the advantages of the assault rifle were further amplified.

This was a decisive, albeit ultimately futile, attack.

The German air force's tactical concepts and infantry weapons were ahead of their time, causing the whole world to tremble in fear.

December 1940, 7.

The Turks, who were closest to Athens, were the first to notice something was wrong.

Then, the German newspaper Observer reported the news, shocking the world.

[Two hours and seventeen minutes later, the German Air Force beheaded the Greek royal family. The Greek King, Queen, and Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces were being taken to Berlin on a plane.]

Two hours and 17 minutes?

"My God, this can't be real!" a Pole cried out in anguish. Greece had lost so quickly?

"Two hours?" A royal family member was taken away by the Germans right in the heart of the capital?

The Frenchman's mouth dropped open. "My God, they lost so quickly."

"Two hours, just two hours."

The Europeans were speechless with astonishment.

Churchill's hands trembled as he held the newspaper. "Has the Luftwaffe become so powerful? No, is this still the German army I know?"

In Washington, Marshall reviewed the news and confirmed his idea: Ridgway was right. "We must build a powerful rapid reaction force."

In Berlin, Germany, countless people were celebrating wildly, jumping and dancing with joy, chanting a single name.

"Sean, Sean!"

Göring stood atop the headquarters building, looking down at the buildings below, his heart aching.

I was the one who became a god in one battle.

Look at them.

But he kept calling out Sean Wayne's name.

The Germans naturally chanted the name of the father of the airborne division.

Sean Wayne became a household name once again.

It was he who created a miracle in the history of modern warfare.

From paratroopers to assault rifles, and even shooting skills, this miraculous decapitation was entirely due to Sean Wayne's tactical concepts and thinking that were ahead of their time.

The whole of Germany was in an uproar.

Compared to the revelry in Germany, Italy was much quieter, as they were still being besieged by the frenzied Greeks in Albania.

Germany, however, achieved a miraculous victory.

Old Mo read the comments and tore the newspaper to shreds.

"Damn Sean Wayne!"

Yes, "Damn Sean Wayne!" Churchill was equally furious.

An island nation far away in the Pacific Ocean.

Knowing he was just staring at the newspaper, completely lost in thought, for two hours straight? My God, "Sean Wayne is a great genius. We should consult him, at any cost!"

Lu Jun lowered his head in dissatisfaction. Sean Wayne was very good at playing in the air force, but Lu Jun might not be so good.

Yamamoto laughed inwardly, thinking, "You army idiots, you know nothing!"

As a maritime power, we should naturally learn from Sean's advanced ideas.

"Your Majesty, we are heading to Los Angeles."

He nodded knowingly and with satisfaction.

Be respectful.

"Hi!"

"Treat him the way you would me, and make him happy."

"Hi!"

"Don't make him angry."

"Hi!"

"Even if he scolds you, you have to put up with it, after all, we need his help."