"Captain, we can't charge now. The enemy's firepower is too strong. If you charge forward, you will only die. Wait for the artillery to arrive and clear these firepower points before launching a charge." A gray-faced sergeant hurried over and frowned anxiously. said. His face was covered with traces of smoke and dust, and his eyes showed concern for the lives of his comrades. On this cruel battlefield, the enemy's ferocious firepower cannot be underestimated. A rash charge will only result in the soldiers losing their lives in vain. "There is no way to rush through the crossfire point. If you rush like this, you will die and the blood of the soldiers cannot be shed in vain." As the sergeant said, he pointed to the open space in front that was tightly blocked by British firepower. The crossfire of machine guns set up by the British army was like a tight net of death, blocking the way forward. Anyone who tried to rush through would face a hail of bullets. Hearing this, the captain nodded with deep sympathy, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and said angrily: "Damn the British army, the firepower is so fierce." He originally thought that he could suppress the opponent with his existing firepower, and then rush forward with all his strength to achieve a quick victory. Now it seems there is no chance. "This can't go on like this." The captain officer looked at the almost airtight fire network in front of him, feeling extremely anxious in his heart. He originally thought that the British army only had two machine guns. Seeing that his own firepower temporarily suppressed the opponent, he thought of seizing the opportunity to rush forward. However, he did not expect that the opponent had not only two machine guns, but six.
The crossfire of these six machine guns blocked the entire open area, forming an insurmountable barrier. "Where's the mortar team? When will it arrive?" the captain turned back suddenly and asked loudly. At this moment, he placed all his hopes on the mortar team, hoping that they would arrive as soon as possible and use artillery fire to break the British fire blockade. "Here we come." Soon, the soldiers from the mortar team hurried over with four 81mm mortars. They were well-trained and quickly assembled the mortar in pairs, with skillful and deft movements. Then, he began to carefully adjust the elements to ensure that the cannonball could accurately hit the target. A gunner quickly stuffed the shell into the barrel and everything was ready. "Boom!" When the cannonball hit the bottom, it was fired, with a shrill whistling sound, and flew towards the British position on the opposite side. "Boom!" As the explosion sounded, a British machine gun position that was firing fiercely was blown up in an instant. The huge impact of the explosion knocked the machine gun and the surrounding British soldiers to the ground. For a while, the sky was filled with flames and smoke. "boom!" "boom!" "boom!" Four consecutive explosions sounded like thunder on the British army's position. The four machine gun positions were accurately removed by this fierce artillery fire, and the British army's firepower suddenly dropped sharply. Seeing this, the German captain flushed with excitement, waved his arms and shouted: "Well done!" The joy in his heart was beyond words. Now he finally had a chance to break through the British defense line. "Keep bombing, kill this group of British troops for me." The captain shouted excitedly. He hoped that the mortar team could pursue the victory and continue to use artillery fire to weaken the British resistance. Soon, the remaining two machine gun positions were also blown up.
The morale of the British army plummeted as the machine gun positions were destroyed one after another. They were still resisting tenaciously, but now they seemed a little panicked. Seeing that the time had come, the captain officer took out his pistol without hesitation, raised it high, and shouted loudly: "Come with me!" After saying that, he took the lead and rushed toward the British position like a tiger descending a mountain. Seeing their company commanders taking the lead in the charge, all the German soldiers suddenly became excited. They picked up their MP40 submachine guns, shouted slogans of killing the enemy, and rushed towards the enemy positions. That momentum seemed to crush all obstacles in front of him. Without machine gun suppression, the British soldiers' counterattack became very weak. Especially under the intensive fire from the MP40 submachine guns in the hands of German soldiers, they were even more difficult to withstand and were completely defeated. "Kill!" The captain officer, who found it inconvenient to use a pistol, picked up a Sten submachine gun on the ground and fired violently at the British soldiers in the trench. The sharp bullets hit like raindrops, and several British soldiers were swept to the ground before they had time to react, and the soil in the trench was dyed red with blood. "Come on, victory is right in front of you." Seeing that the first line of defense of the British army was breached, the German captain officer looked happy and shouted excitedly. He seemed to have seen the final victory waving to them, and at this moment, his heart was full of excitement and expectation. The commando members following behind were even more excited. They knew in their hearts that if they could capture the Governor's Mansion in one fell swoop, they would be the biggest contributors to this battle, and this honor was no small matter. Seeing that victory was within easy reach, everyone burst into high fighting spirit, and shouts of killing came and went, resounding throughout the battlefield. "Kill, kill all these British troops!" The German soldiers had high morale and continued to advance towards the British position like a raging tide. When the British soldiers in the Governor's Palace heard the deafening shouts outside, their faces turned pale with fear. On weekdays, when they faced the Spanish Army, they could joke, ridicule, ridicule, and even despise each other. But now they are facing the German army, the most powerful army in the world. In addition to fear, they are terrified. Many people know in their hearts that this battle is likely to be lost, and Gibraltar may not be able to hold it. Even the British Governor knew that there was no point in continuing the fight. There seemed to be no other way out except failure. "Your Majesty the Governor, Fleet H is temporarily unable to support." At this time, a telegram from the communications staff completely shattered the British Governor's last glimmer of hope. "What? Why can't we support them? They are only a hundred nautical miles away from here." After receiving the telegram, the British Governor suddenly opened his eyes with anger and shouted loudly with his face flushed. He originally placed all his hopes on the support of Fleet H, but unexpectedly he was told that support could not be provided at this moment. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him. "They were held back by the Shikoku fleet and cannot rush to rescue for the time being." the communications staff said expressionlessly. He was also helpless. Although he knew that this news was cruel to the Governor, the fact was that Fleet H itself was in trouble and could not spare any effort to support this place. "Asshole, tell them that they must support immediately, otherwise Gibraltar will be lost, and no one will be able to bear this responsibility." The British Governor gritted his teeth in anger and roared loudly. In his opinion, the importance of Gibraltar is self-evident. Once lost, the consequences will be disastrous, so Fleet H must come to support it no matter what. "Your Majesty the Governor, I'm afraid they won't be able to arrive for a while." The chief of staff on the side explained bitterly. He is well aware of the current situation. The situation on Fleet H is also very complicated. It is indeed very difficult to come to support immediately. Hearing this, the British Governor stomped his feet angrily and said through gritted teeth: "Asshole, without the Strait of Gibraltar, we will completely lose. Tell them that they must support immediately no matter what the cost." He was already a little desperate at this moment. But he was still unwilling to give up and was still making the final struggle. "Maybe surrendering is not a bad thing, Your Majesty the Governor." Someone saw this situation and suggested cautiously. In their view, continuing to resist may only bring more casualties, so it is better to surrender and perhaps get some relatively better conditions.
"Your Majesty the Governor, we can continue to fight." However, some people rejected this proposal. They felt that as British soldiers, they should have the backbone and not choose to surrender easily. Even if there is little hope, they must continue to fight. "We have already lost, what's the point of continuing to fight?" "No, keep insisting." Although the British Governor knew that the situation was serious, he still shook his head firmly and rejected the other party's proposal. As the British Governor, he shoulders the important task of guarding Gibraltar. How could he give up so easily? "Yes." Seeing the Governor's determination, everyone could only respond, and then returned to their posts, preparing to continue facing the next battle, although they all knew in their hearts that the chance of winning this battle was extremely slim. … "Are you going to win?" Franco's face was full of surprise when he heard the news brought by the adjutant. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the adjutant in front of him in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. content. "Yes, according to the news sent back by the frontline observation post, the offensive of the four-nation coalition was very fierce. They used the cover of night to catch the British army by surprise. Now, they have occupied a large area of Gibraltar." The adjutant hurriedly and clearly Dihui reports. He knew the importance of this news and did not dare to omit every detail so that Franco could fully understand the battle situation on the front line. Hearing this, Franco couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart. He originally did not have high expectations for the German army's action this time. After all, the British army's defense in Gibraltar was quite strong. Unexpectedly, the German army actually achieved this step, which was indeed beyond his expectation. "There was no response from the British and American fleets?" Franco frowned, with a curious light in his eyes, and continued to ask. In his opinion, the movements of the British and American fleets have a crucial impact on the situation of this war. If the British and American fleets intervene, the situation will become complicated and changeable. "No, it seems to be entangled." The adjutant shook his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone. He didn't know exactly why the British and American fleets were entangled, but judging from the intelligence currently available, he did not see any obvious response from the British and American fleets to this German action. Hearing this, Franco couldn't help but take a deep breath. He knew in his heart that if the German army could really successfully capture Gibraltar, then the final outcome of this war would be really hard to say. You know, Gibraltar's strategic position is extremely important. Once the German army takes control of it, it means that the Mediterranean has completely become the German army's inland sea. By then, the German military's military operations in the Mediterranean region will be freer and more convenient, but it will be even more difficult for other forces to make a difference in the Mediterranean. This series of changes will have a profound impact on the entire war situation. Franco fell into deep contemplation, trying to predict various situations that might happen next and how to deal with them. "General, should we take action?" The adjutant looked at Franco, who was deep in thought, and couldn't help asking. In the opinion of the adjutant, the German offensive in Gibraltar is so fierce and has reached this point. As long as the Spanish army joins the war at this time, they will definitely be able to recapture Gibraltar in one fell swoop with their familiarity with the local terrain and their own military strength. . However, looking at Franco's expression at this moment, it seems that he is still reluctant to participate in this war. "To be honest, I don't want to end up. It's actually good to remain neutral like this. No matter who wins, it won't be miserable for us." Franco said slowly with a wry smile on his face. He knew very well that all the forces involved in this war were extremely complex, and Spain's current situation was also quite delicate. If it remains neutral and does not get involved in this dispute, no matter whether the German army or other forces such as the British army win the war in the end, Spain will not become the target of public criticism and will not suffer too heavy losses. Hearing this, the adjutant was slightly startled. He had always thought about joining the war in order to regain control of Gibraltar. But after listening to Franco's words, he immediately began to think about it. After careful consideration, he felt that it did make sense. "But if we don't end up, the German army will not forgive us easily." The adjutant frowned, thought for a while and then said.
He knew that the German army was gaining momentum. If Spain had been on the sidelines and remained neutral in this critical battle, the German army would probably be dissatisfied and might take some unfavorable measures against Spain. "Hey, this is also what worries me. The current German offensive is too fierce." Franco looked helpless and sighed softly. He neither wanted to get involved in this war easily and break the current relatively peaceful situation, but he was also worried about offending the German army and causing unnecessary trouble. This really put him in a dilemma. How to choose? Franco fell into deeper contemplation, trying to find a relatively appropriate solution to this dilemma. "The promise given to me by Britain and the United States is that as long as we remain neutral, once they win the war, they will give us corresponding status, even Gibraltar." Franco looked at the adjutant and said seriously. Upon hearing this, the adjutant's expression froze, and then he looked at Franco. "General, will the British agree?" That's Gibraltar! (End of chapter)