usatvline 48 That deadly signal flare
48 That deadly signal flare
A JU52 transport plane towing a glider was spotted by a Belgian anti-aircraft artillery position.
Dense points of light appeared in the dim sky, accompanied by the deafening roar of cannons.
The Belgian garrison immediately tensed up.
"The Germans attacked, and we spotted their planes."
"Everyone, stay alert."
A cacophony of alarms blared from Emel Fortress.
"All personnel on break should immediately return to their respective posts."
The entire fortress was thrown into chaos.
Lieutenant Ultraman led his men to their target location, even smearing animal blood on their uniforms to feign injury.
They helped each other as they approached Emer Fortress, a daring operation, their target being the anti-aircraft guns and artillery in the bunkers atop the fortress.
These artillery pieces could threaten the bridge in the distance, making it more difficult for paratroopers to capture it.
The battle had already begun, and everyone was focused on the further actions of the German Luftwaffe, neglecting the enemy right next to them.
No one expected Göring to pull off a disguised infiltration.
"Halt! Who are you?"
Lieutenant Altman remained calm upon hearing the question from the garrison of Emer Fortress.
"We are from the 7th Infantry Division. Those damned Germans have bombed our positions. Many people are injured. We have no medical facilities at our base. Please help us."
The 7th Infantry Division's mission was to guard the three bridges. The garrison of Emer Fortress naturally understood that their garrison environment was incomparable to that of the fortress. Here, hospitals, barracks, and armories were all well-equipped, but the bridgeheads they were stationed at had nothing at all.
"Wait a minute, I need to report and get approval, brothers, we'll help you, hold on." The garrison immediately contacted their superiors at the fortress.
Lieutenant Ultraman's request was quickly approved, after all, they were his own people, and they were brave soldiers.
After being questioned briefly by the Belgian garrison, the group of Jaeger suicide squad members entered the fortress and were placed in the medical area to await treatment.
Lieutenant Ultraman and a few soldiers were scouting inside the fortress when they soon aroused the enemy's suspicion.
"Which specific unit do you belong to?"
Bang bang bang!
The answer he received was the sound of gunfire.
The German paratroopers in the medical zone immediately grabbed their weapons the moment they heard the gunfire.
The interior of Emer Fortress was immediately thrown into chaos.
"The Germans have breached our defenses."
"How is this possible? Are you kidding me?" The fortress commander stared in disbelief, his mouth agape. Weren't they supposed to parachute in? How could they possibly float into the fortress with parachutes?
With a detonation, an armory exploded, flames raged within the fortress, and many Belgian soldiers were burned.
Göring issued a second order, and the air force's glider units launched an attack on the top of the fortress.
At 3 a.m. on May 10th in Rotterdam, the second largest city in the Netherlands.
The piercing sound of ship horns echoed over the docks and the city.
Many residents took refuge in their basements upon hearing the air raid sirens.
The Dutch garrison near Vaal Harbour Airport immediately shouted.
"Get to the trenches quickly."
Large numbers of the defenders rushed to the vicinity of the mortars and machine guns, their palms sweating.
Two reserve recruits were still fast asleep near the hangar, while the roar of airplane engines filled the sky.
Countless bombs fell from the sky, their booming sounds incessant.
The artillery positions and trenches near the airport were bombarded by aerial bombs.
Boom! A bomb landed above the hangar, and flames began to burn and rise.
The two companies of new recruits were blown to pieces before they were even prepared.
The hangar collapsed immediately after it caught fire, burying almost all of the airport's defenders alive.
At that moment, a team of ten men quietly appeared in the direction of the airport. They were dressed in Dutch army uniforms and carrying standard Dutch army weapons. They entered Vaal Harbour Airport in a blatant manner.
The second German special operations team, led by Lieutenant Fährmann, stormed the Dutch garrison officers' quarters at the airport.
When the garrison major saw a group of Dutch soldiers armed to the teeth appear before him, he was speechless for a long time. If he could swear, he would have said, "Fuck you."
"you?"
"Yes, we are Germans." Lieutenant Fährmann had a mocking smile on his face. You didn't expect that, did you? The tactic of disguise and infiltration had worked. He had easily entered the Dutch airport command center.
"Damn it, how is this possible?"
Bang bang bang!
The bullets riddled the major with holes. Lieutenant Fairman looked through the other party's address book, and a bizarre and audacious idea popped into his head.
He picked up the green flare from the major's drawer and walked out of the office.
The roar of engines echoed through the sky once more.
"The Germans are coming again. All artillery, prepare!"
The Dutchman shouted.
Parachutes appeared in the sky, and they landed in the direction of the airport. At the same time, several transport planes carrying airborne troops were about to land at the airport.
boom!
A green signal flare rose into the sky.
All the artillerymen stopped what they were doing.
The Dutch artilleryman looked at the sky. "Captain, that's a signal flare for us to cease fire."
"What?" The captain looked at the green haze above the airport, completely bewildered. "Stop firing?"
"Yes, that's our command flare; the shelling must cease."
"Damn it, what's going on? Are you sure that plane in the sky is ours?"
The captain was completely dumbfounded.
Large numbers of German paratroopers and airborne troops began to appear at the airport.
If the artillery were to fire at this moment, the first wave of German troops would be reduced to ashes, just as recorded in history.
But history played another trick on us.
German paratroopers infiltrated and obtained the Dutch garrison's signal communications secrets.
Upon receiving the message, Göring burst into laughter.
"Disguised infiltration, hahaha, those foolish Dutchmen actually stopped shelling, this tactic is brilliant."
"So paratrooper tactics should be used in combination." Göring was very satisfied with his plan.
He waved his hand and ordered the paratroopers to seize the Willandsburg Bridge to clear the way for the army and quickly take Rotterdam. I'm only giving them one day, just one day.
The era of the elite has arrived.
Neither the Dutch nor the Belgians anticipated this.
Göring's insane plan ushered in an era of infiltration that disregarded martial ethics.
The Dutch defenders in Rotterdam grew increasingly desperate, and after the first airborne troops landed, a large number of paratroopers equipped with folding MP40s entered the city.
In urban street fighting, range is not that important. At a distance of less than 100 meters, coupled with the poor visibility at dawn, the firepower of submachine guns will make bolt-action rifles look terrible.
Half submachine gun, half rifle, plus grenade launchers.
The Dutch suddenly discovered that this group of German paratroopers had incredibly strong firepower.
The enemy, howling and firing their submachine guns, charged forward.
It can't be stopped, it's simply impossible to stop it.
Furthermore, paratroopers carrying submachine guns also carry more ammunition than those carrying rifles.
Bang bang bang bang!
More and more Germans are flooding into the city’s network of alleyways.
Gunshots were heard everywhere.
The firelight danced like raindrops at night.
"Requesting support! Requesting support! The German firepower is too strong. We need artillery, machine guns, and mortars."
boom!
A stray bullet pierced the neck of the screaming Dutch officer.
The German paratroopers, equipped with submachine guns, were even more agile in their shooting posture than the Dutch, and almost completely dominated the Dutch in urban warfare.
The roar of engines echoed again as a group of German planes approached the airport.
Inside the cabin, rows of German paratroopers stood with serious expressions, gripping their weapons tightly, awaiting their landing.