"Everyone pay attention to cover!"

Johnson ran to the position among the dead bodies and hid behind the anti-tank barrier.

"Damn it!" Johnson was shooting on the shore, and suddenly felt something behind him grabbing him.

Johnson looked back and saw that it was a German private, who was lying on the ground without his legs.

"Oh my God" Johnson quickly pulled him into the back of the bunker.

"Thank you, sir..." said the second-class privateer tremblingly.

"You will be fine." Johnson's hands trembled: "Medical Soldier, Medical Soldier!"

"Sir, I'm here!"

Johnson turned around and saw a medical soldier hurried over, followed by a string of bullets.

"It's so fucking!" The medical soldier ran to Johnson and cursed loudly at the German machine gun.

"He is injured, hurry up and treat him!" Johnson grabbed the medical staff and said.

"Okay!" The medical soldier quickly opened the first aid kit and provided emergency treatment to the private.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah!!!" The private shouted in pain and died.

"These gang of god-killed bastards!" The medical soldier watched the injured man die in front of him, but he was powerless. This was a great insult to a doctor! He cursed and threw away the gauze in his hand. He picked up his rifle and shot the beachhead wildly.

Johnson sat behind the bunker and watched the dead soldiers in front of him. He looked around and saw more chargers dying one by one. Many people had no arms and legs. They lay helplessly on the beach, some were crying, some were scolding, and some were looking for their broken limbs.

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Seeing all this, Johnson held his submachine gun tightly.

"Sir, what should we do?!" The first-class private and several soldiers not far from Rijohansen were approaching him.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"I am fine"

"What should we do next?"

Seeing that the landing troops behind him had begun to charge, Johnson slowly stood up and shouted: "Gather all of us who can fight, let's rush forward together!"

"It's the sir!" A soldier quickly contacted the soldiers of his troops.

"We'll cooperate with you!" A captain shouted to Johnson in the distance.

"This is so good!" Johnson was happy to find another battle company.

"The captain follows them!" Johnson pointed to the newly landed troops.

"OK!"

"Up to top!"

Johnson and others carried out another large-scale charge.

Johnson threw a few grenades and quickly changed a magazine.

"Ah, damn it!"

Five or six German soldiers were knocked over to the ground by the machine gun bunker in front.

"There are machine gun bunkers!" The first class yelled loudly.

Johnson quickly directed everyone to hide in one place.

"Sniper! Where is the sniper?!" Johnson shouted.

"The sniper in our company has been sacrificed, sir!" the first-class private shouted.

"It's so bad!" Johnson discovered that this was a machine gun bunker group. If the sniper ordered the charge, it would suffer heavy losses, which was something Johnson didn't want to see.

"We have snipers here!" The captain patted Johnson on the shoulder.

Johnson turned around and realized that the captain in front of him was about thirties, with a burly figure and sharp eyes. He didn't know where his backpack was thrown, and there were a few magazines inserted at his waist.

"Oh my god, that's great!" Johnson shook hands with him: "I'm Captain Johnson of the 17th Company!"

"I'm Hadley from the 15th Company!"

"Let your sniper come over!"

"no problem!"

Hadley passed the message back, and a corporal bent over and leaned against the slope in his arms.

"Sir!" the corporal greeted.

"Okay, no matter what gun it is, as long as it can hit those machine gun bunkers, it's a good guy." Johnson pulled the corporal over: "We will cover you with fire later, and you need to find the right place to kill the enemy in the bunker!"

The corporal looked up and found a favorable terrain directly in front of him and said, "No problem, sir!"

"Very good, everyone check the ammunition and follow my command to open the fire!" Johnson decisively changed a magazine.

About half a minute, Johnson raised his gun: "Prepare to open fire!"

At this time, everyone was about to get up and shoot.

"Corporal, are you ready?!"

"I'm ready for sir!"

"Okay, fire!"

Everyone's bullets were shot on multiple bunkers in front of them together, and the graceful lines of the bullets shooting out of the gun chamber were like the five-line scores on the piano score.

At the same time, the corporal sniper jumped out of the bunker and ran towards a crater.

"Cover him!" Hadley shot out a series of bullets without hesitation.

The French machine gunners were unable to squat on the ground and shoot blindly due to Johnson's crazy shooting. Many machine gun bullets hit the corporal's side, but none of them hit him. The corporal bravely jumped into the crater and quickly adjusted his breathing and pulled the bolt.

"My God, don't move!" The young corporal soldier looked at the scope calmly, and then pointed from the scope at the shooting port of the German machine gun bunker. From this small machine gun, the corporal could find the machine gunner half-squatting in front of the machine gun.

He slowly held his breath and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

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"Bang..." Here, the sound of a sniper rifle is nothing, but the bullets it shot accurately hit the enemy's head.

"It's a big stick!" Johnson smiled happily. He was such a good sniper.

Next, the sniper killed two machine gun players in the bunkers, but because the French army in the last two bunkers were more vigilant and cross-covered, the sniper could not kill them.

"The two bunkers behind are too cunning!" Hadley helped out with the helmet and said, "He won't be able to hold on to the sniper!"

"Okay, try this strong attack!" Johnson found a correspondent and said, "How many companies can you contact?"

"Currently, you can contact the 19th and 22nd Company of the 7th Company of the K Battalion of the G Battalion and the F Battalion!"

"Very good, let them quickly support us, just say that within twenty minutes we can open the gap and we can break through here soon!"

"Yes!"

"Okay, brothers, there are only two bunkers, let's rush up and kill all these bastards!"

"We're on, we're on!"

"The 17th Company is to the left, and the 15th Company is to the right!"

The two German companies, led by Johnson, charged bravely, but the ruthless bullets were fired in rows of valiant warriors.

"Oh my God, so many people died!" the First Class shouted.

"You must never go on like this!" Johnson realized the advantages and strength of the enemy's firepower: "Persevere persist and push forward twenty meters!"

Johnson already had his own plans at this time.

"Persist in perseverance and move forward!"

Hadley led the way, but his subordinates fell down one by one.

"These bastards!" Johnson ran to a deep pit twenty meters ahead and summoned everyone to find cover.

"What should we do?!" Hadley gasped and looked at Johnson.

This small charge caused more than 40 people to lose their combat effectiveness.

"Engineering Group, I need an engineer!" Johnson shouted to Hadley.

"My engineers are damn, haven't had time to come up yet!" Hadley shook his head.

"What a bad!" Johnson saw the Private not far away: "Hey, Private, go find the Engineer for me, no matter how many I need it!"

The first-class private searched for it, but only found two engineers: "I only found two!"

"Great, dear God!" said Johnson: "Take them here!"

The First Class and two engineers quickly ran to Johnson's side. Johnson looked at the First Class: "There are only two left in the enemy's machine gun bunker, and it is less than thirty meters away from us, but the bad thing is that the snipers can't hit the cunning enemy, so......"

Johnson was silent for a while: "I accept your order as the team leader of this explosion. You must lead the remaining engineers to blow up these bastards, the first-class private!"
To be continued...