Chapter 293 Destruction

Aguenot straddles the Modal River, a tributary of the Rhine River, with a population of nearly 20,000. Company E's position is on the last side of the 506 Regiment, at the intersection of the circular Modal River and a canal passing through the town after intercepting part of its river. Company E occupied the houses on the south bank, and the German army occupied the houses on the north bank. The riverbed is very high, the water has overflowed the river bank, and the water is rapid. The width of the river ranges from 30 meters to 100 meters, and the grenade can't be thrown, but it is very close to machine guns, rifles and mortars. Both sides are supported by cannons. A few kilometers behind the German defense line, there was a large railway gun with a diameter of about 205 mm left over from World War I.

The airborne troops were stationed in the houses occupied by the 79th Division. Several people in a row took over a house of the 79th Division at the intersection of the Modal River and the canal, which is their observatory. The house was seriously damaged. Several walls were blown down, part of the roof was forced to collapse, all the window glass was broken, the plaster, bricks and broken glass on the ground were as deep as the ankles, the railings were burned as firewood, the toilet was overflowed with feces, and the basement was full of ashes, dirt and military cans.

"It's terrible. Let's clean up this damn place!" As soon as corporal McCreary came in, he complained, "I can't imagine that those guys in the 79th Division are safe in such a place. Are they all garbage people?"

"This is not the worst!" Webster slanted his rifle on his back, then looked at the window and looked out. "Look at only six of us, with such a semi-automatic rifle, but we have to guard the observation station with two machine guns and 18 guards. That's what we have to worry about. In Eisenhower's eyes, the soldiers of our E Company are on top of the three infantry divisions.

"Why don't you take this as their praise for you?" McCreary smiled, and then said while cleaning up the debris in the room, "Don't forget, those bastards also said that the area was very calm, and neither side attacked each other, so as long as we don't take the initiative to think about each other's shooting or shelling, we should have no problem."

But it seemed that they were deliberately against McCreary. As soon as his voice fell, they heard the roar of sharp shells. Then there was a loud noise, "Boom!" With a sound, the people in the house were shaken upside down.

"Enemy gun shooting!" Webster screamed wildly, turned over and fell on the floor from the window. Everyone lay on the floor and didn't dare to come out. They held their heads in their hands and waited for the German cannonballs to keep coming, but there was no movement. Only the dust on the roof of the house kept falling on the heads of these people.

"Damn it! They lied!" McCreary couldn't help scolding, "These bastards! Before we could shoot at them, they came over. Is this what the bastards of the 79th Division said not to attack each other? Shit!"

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Sergeant Martin came in. He watched several people get up from the ground in embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but get up. Webster thought that he was trying his best to endure it and didn't laugh.

"Guys, I was about to talk to you." Sergeant Martin said to them, "Pergeant McCreary is in charge of observation post 2, two people on duty for one hour at a time, one in the window on the third floor and the other in the basement. You can see the half of the town occupied by the German army from the window. And we also have the privilege to let the artillery fire at each other at any time. Of course, don't expect the Germans to let us bombard them obediently. They will reply with artillery fire, so I advise you to stay obediently and don't act rashly unless you are willing to hide in the dirty basement or shake in the house.

"Of course, I'm not stupid!" McCreary smiled.

"Very good!" Staff Sergeant Martin gave him a thumbs-up, "But guys, I want to advise you not to act casually during the day. German snipers will be very accurate and can kill those guys who wander around outside with one shot. Don't make too much noise, otherwise it will attract mortar shells. Unless you have to, don't let two or three people be outside, then you will be bombarded by the 88mm Germans. Well, that's all I have to say. I have to tell the other brothers!" Martin said, clapped his hands and was ready to leave.

"That damn bastards!" At this time, McCreary couldn't help scolding again.

"What?" Martin couldn't help looking back at McCreary.

"I'm talking about those 79th Division bastards. They think that the Germans opposite are our friendly neighbors and never cause trouble." McCreary gritted his teeth and said, "If you really believe them, it's enough for us to see!"

"You'd better not believe them. Be careful not to make a big mistake!" Martin said what Captain Parks said most often.

"Hey, monitor Martin, how can we get through such a day?" Webster suddenly stopped Sergeant Martin and frowned, "Then aren't we going to stay here and stink? Can't you go anywhere?"

"It's better than being in the dead!" Sergeant Martin said, ignoring these guys. The more patient you explain to them, the more energetic they will be and complain to you endlessly until your nerves are tormented.

According to the law Martin just said, McCreary decided to leave two people behind, and then the others hid in the basement. Private Roy? Carper and Private Clarence? Lyle was left at the observation post. They were the first class, and then someone came to replace them. Private Roy?? Cabo, like Webster, is one of the few veterans who did not serve as a non-commissioned officer among the veterans who came out of Tacoya. He couldn't help muttering after listening to McCreary's arrangement, but he didn't say anything after all. McCreary left the binoculars and took the others to the basement, where they still needed to clean.

"Do we need one above and one below?" Roy looked at Lyle and shook his head involuntarily. Lyle was a recruit. He shook his head and said, "I don't want to stay here alone!" Go and bring up the phone. Let's observe here. There will always be someone as a companion, or I will go crazy! What a damn observation post!"

"Do as you wish!" Lyle smiled and said, "That's what I thought!" With that, he quickly went downstairs and picked up the phone upstairs. Each person has a window to observe the movement of the Germans towards the outside.

There is no movement on the German side. They huddled in the house like the Americans, unless they had to. But the more so, the more people feel that time is difficult. Lyle raised the telescope and looked in front of him, then put down the telescope and rubbed his eyes, and handed the telescope to Roy again.

"Hey, man, I saw it! There are Germans!" Roy suddenly shouted excitedly, as if he had found a strong deer hunter. He handed the telescope to Lyle and said, "Man, help me see my results. There is a German a few hundred meters ahead. Who does he think he is? You can ignore my existence. In the name of God, I will send this German to see him!" With that, he picked up the rifle, put it on the edge of the window, and slowly narrowed his eyes to aim.

A German soldier walked back and forth in front of a house. Obviously, he completely ignored that he might be the best target for U.S. military snipers. He seemed to be thinking and scattered. But it doesn't matter. The important thing is that he is just a prey now. His life is controlled by one of Roy's fingers. As long as the hand holding the trigger is slightly bent, his life can be taken away.

"Ban!" With a gunshot, Lyle saw the German soldier's head up in the telescope, his hands drooping, and turning over and falling to the ground. But his body was still moving. Although the shot just now hit him, it didn't kill him.

"God, he is not dead. He is struggling, as if he is calling for help in the room!" Lyle clearly saw the expression on the German soldier's face through the telescope. The pain, survival and help made Lyle's heart tremble, but soon he felt that it was nothing. This was a war, and the fallen German was the prey.

"Hurry up, Roy, he's going back to the house!" Lyle held up the telescope and kept urging Roy.

"Okay, okay, look at me, Lyle!" Roy said and pulled the trigger twice in a row, with two shots, and the ** and trembling Lyle caused by the bullet hitting the Germans could be seen clearly through the telescope. When all fear, nausea, pity and sympathy retreated, it gave him a sense of pleasure of deprivation.

Every time they hit a shot, the Germans would make a heartbreaking shout. Even a few hundred meters apart, Roy and Lyle still heard it clearly. Until the third shot, the Germans lay on the ground and never moved again.

"Haha, Lyle, I hit him. This is a dead soul under my gun. I like this feeling very much." Roy smiled at Lyle, "Sledo it, rookie!"

"Don't call me a rookie!" Lyle muttered discontentedly, but such a situation undoubtedly stimulated him a lot, and maybe it would turn him into a bloodthirsty guy after that.

It's not just Roy and Lyle, but every soldier who stays on the battlefield. They gradually feel that on the battlefield, they not only want to save their own surname, but also try to destroy each other's surname, and this destruction has covered up their pity when they first went to the battlefield.

And every time they destroy the life of an enemy, they will add to their hearts that they may be destroyed by the other party. And this worry has been expanding in their hearts until they are full of aversion to the whole battlefield.

This is the case with the 101st Airborne Division arranged on the front line. Of course, the same is true for the brothers of Company E.

(to be continued)