Battle of Poland · Failed Sneak Attack

Hans was taken aback, but after many bloody battles, he was very experienced in combat, and he fell to the ground almost as soon as the "grass" stood up.

"Bah!" A bullet came out of the rifle chamber held by "Grass", and flew backwards after brushing Hans's head.

Hans, who had escaped his life, pulled out the pistol at his waist and fired several shots at the "Grass" who was hurriedly reloading the rifle.

From dodging to shooting, everything happened in an instant.

After a scream, the "grass" fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his chest, and Hans realized that the attacker was a Polish soldier covered with weeds.

But before Hans was glad that he had survived by chance, something even more terrifying happened--I saw a Polish soldier, like the one who died in front, with a pile of weeds emerging from the thick fog. He made a sound and surrounded Hans and the line behind him.

Seeing this, Hans did not choose to stand up. Instead, a donkey rolled behind a small steep slope, holding a pistol and pulling frantically at a group of Polish soldiers.

He didn't choose to run away because he believed that his comrades behind him would come over as soon as possible, because they were "Belisingen" like him.

Sure enough, dozens of seconds later, the first group of more than a dozen German SS soldiers rushed to Hans' side. They were soldiers on duty, and they rushed over as soon as they heard the gunshots.

"Hey, man! Are you alright?!" a non-commissioned officer among the soldiers on duty asked Hans with concern.

Hearing this, Hans continued to shoot and replied, "I'm fine!"

"Well, that's good." Seeing that Hans was fine, the sergeant nodded reassuringly, and then ordered his subordinates, "Put up your machine guns, we have to cover our comrades behind us!"

"Understood, squad leader!" The soldier beside the non-commissioned officer responded loudly, then took the deputy shooter to find a good position, and lifted the MG42 in his arms.

With the unique tearing sound of MG42, the Polish soldiers who had just rushed forward immediately poured out a large piece, like reaping wheat. Seeing this, the other Polish soldiers felt lying on the ground and shot at the Germans.

Although the firearms in the hands of the Polish army are not fast, but as their number increases, the firepower density is also stronger than that of the German army with fewer people. Many brave Polish soldiers took the opportunity to stand up again and fly horizontally. The bullets rushed towards the army's position.

Hans finished shooting the last bullet of the pistol. He looked at his empty gun helplessly, and missed his G42 very much.

"Hans! Hans!" Hans didn't think about it for long when he heard a familiar voice.

The comrades in the class and the support troops arrived together!

"I'm here! I'm here!" Hans leaned behind the small dirt slope and shrank his head to avoid the bullet from "which doesn't have eyes" blowing his head.

Hoffman's eyes were sharp, and he saw Hans huddled behind the dirt slope from a distance.

Holding something excited, he bent over and ran to Hans, asking, "Aren't you hurt?"

"No." Hans waved his hand, then fixed his eyes on what Hoffman was holding.

It was a machine gun, his MG42.

"Dude!" Hans hugged the machine gun and kissed. "If you don't come, I'll explain it here."

"Do you mean me, or your machine gun?" After Hoffman handed the machine gun to Hans, he took out Hans's backpack from the back of his backpack and threw it to Hans.

"Tell me about you, but also about my machine gun." Hans chuckled. With that said, he set up the machine gun and pulled the trigger towards the dense Polish formation.

"There are quite a lot of them!" Hoffman raised his G41SG, looked around through the scope and said, "Let's talk about how many companies there are!"

After a period of fighting, the fog is not as thick as it was at the beginning, so Hoffman also saw the surrounding situation clearly.

"What's the use?" Hans curled his lips, opened the side of the machine gun, took out a slightly hot red barrel and threw it aside, then took a spare barrel from his backpack and put it in the MG42. He closed the barrel again and said, "In front of our SS17, there is no difference between the number of people and the number of people."

"Hoho, I like that!" Hoffman said with a cold smile. As he spoke, he put the head of an officer in the Polish army in his caliber and pulled the trigger.

"Bah!" The G41SG in Hoffman's hand trembled, and a 7.92mm Mauser rifle shot out of the chamber. After a short flight, it got into the officer's forehead, and then hit the officer's The back of the head rolled and flew out, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

The perfect headshot.

Hoffman didn't react much to the perfect headshot, just picked up the cartridge case and put it in the bag around his waist.

As the Germans reacted and launched fire, the Polish army had completely lost its advantage.

Under the pressure of the powerful German firepower, the Polish army left dozens of corpses and a large number of wounded soldiers and retreated in a dreadful manner.

"Humph! A bunch of cowards." Gaise sneered at the fleeing Polish army.

"Company commander, are we going to chase?" a platoon commander asked Geisel.

"We don't chase." Gaither shook his head, "It's just a group of rabble, they can't even make a sneak attack. Let's leave it to the light infantry behind us to solve it. We have more important tasks!"

With that said, Geiser shouted to the soldiers who were busy cleaning the battlefield: "Guys, don't pick up those spoils, everyone gets in the car, we have to hurry to the original location!"

The SS has always been known for its high awareness and obedience among all German troops, so after Geiser gave the order, the SS soldiers who were busy scavenging for trophies the next second were in their respective divisions. Under the command of the squad leader, they boarded the squad's infantry fighting vehicles one by one. A few minutes later, more than a dozen infantry fighting vehicles roared and embarked on the journey again.

While the army is tearing apart Poland's defense lines with great momentum, and advancing towards the hinterland of Poland, the navy in Danzig, a few hundred kilometers away, is also tearing up the coastal defense line of the Polish army, trying to open up the 1st Marine Division of the Navy. A landing field.

The Baltic Sea, along the coast of the city of Danzig.

Raedl was standing on the bridge of the aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin with his hands behind his back, watching the fighter planes take off one after another on the deck.

And dozens of kilometers away from the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin, two Admiral Scheer-class battleships and two Bismarck-class high-speed battleships of the German High Seas Fleet Battleship Detachment are carrying four Greek ships of the First Heavy Cruiser Detachment of the High Seas Fleet. The Admiral Pell-class heavy cruiser poured artillery shells frantically at the city of Danzig not far away.