Long live Joachim

Chapter 84: Moles and Ants Tim Turner, who is 24 years old now, is a typical German. He is serious, rigorous, confident, and brave, which are considered excellent qualities by many people. However, everything has two sides. Being too serious often lacks flexibility, and being too rigorous can easily lead to complacency. Blindly confident may make wrong decisions, and blindly pursuing military glory is no different from a reckless person. Everyone has their shortcomings, the key is not the size or quantity of them, but whether they can correctly view and correct their own shortcomings. During the process of floating to the ground under the parachute, Tim Turner did not close his eyes and pray, but reflected on his mistake - if he had not pursued victory excessively, he would not have ignored the threat from the rear, nor would he have maintained a stable flight posture for several seconds. Such a simple truth was known in his first tactical class when he joined the Royal German Air Force. After four years of experience, he thought he had matured and possessed all the qualities to become an ace pilot, but in fact, he still had a long way to go. Colleagues often say that the pilot sitting in the cockpit of a fighter jet is a proud eagle. Once he jumps out of the cockpit with a parachute on his back, his fate is completely in the hands of God. However, Turner initially did not agree with this. But when he saw four British cavalry galloping towards him, with no trace of a coalition soldier within a kilometer, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of frustration. Can you fight against these British cavalry with just one Luger pistol? Although the hope of a smooth escape is slim, Turner does not intend to surrender. He keeps taking deep breaths and deducing the situation after landing in his mind - whether to use the fastest speed to break free from the constraints of the parachute and resist on the spot, or to wrap himself in the parachute and paralyze the opponent for an opportunity to steal? When speculating on these, Turner did not consider whether the British cavalry would launch a killing spree on him due to the casualties of their companions. This was clearly another mistake made by single-minded thinking, and it was a very fatal mistake. Fortunately, God favored this German pilot: the Irish reconnaissance soldiers crawling in the sea buckthorn bushes acted decisively, killing two British cavalry and forcing the remaining two to retreat in panic. The danger was temporarily relieved, and Turner breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, when he landed, he stepped on a pile of loose sand and felt a piercing pain in his right ankle. The unlucky guy let out a muffled groan, endured the pain, and quickly untied the parachute bag. He pulled out the delicate and compact Luger 08 from the holster and guarded the surroundings in a kneeling position. In a moment, a whistle came from the sea buckthorn bushes. Turner caught a glimpse of a guy lying there waving at him, and quickly used his cat with both hands and feet to approach him. After crawling down, he glanced at the opponent's military uniform and armband and asked in broken Irish Gaelic, "Irish Army The scout looked ahead with caution and quickly replied, "Private Rol Eduardo of the 373rd Infantry Battalion of the Royal Irish Army is on a battlefield reconnaissance mission Although it was not the time to speak now, Turner still expressed his gratitude with a serious tone and was ready to shake hands with the other party, but he was suddenly pressed down by the Irish scout, his face pressed against the ground and his mouth gnawing on the sand. Before he could react, a rapid scream broke through the air raid, followed by a thunderous explosion, and the air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Retreat, retreat The Irish scout tugged at Turner's sleeve, gesturing for him to move back with him. But before they could leave the seabuckthorn bushes, shells fell one after another. Not only that, a clump of seabuckthorn bushes ahead instantly raised a series of dust particles, which was the scene of machine gun firing! Turner heard the Irish scout beside him muttering something vaguely. He didn't ask much, just followed the other side and moved back bit by bit. The terrain here is open and flat, but not completely without undulations. Some sea buckthorn grows on small hills slightly higher than the ground, while others are rooted in low-lying areas. The sea buckthorn they previously hid in was more than ten centimeters higher than the surrounding ground, barely providing some protection for creeping people. However, the damage of shells is in a divergent form, while machine shells can penetrate loose soil hills. In the situation where the enemy roughly delineates the range, continuing to stay here may be unlucky. In the blink of an eye, the artillery fire from the British position became exceptionally fierce. In order to avenge the two cavalrymen, the British army used four or five field guns and at least two machine guns, and this was before the end of the Allied bombing, which inevitably raised doubts about their tactical thinking. There is a naturally formed puddle not far behind the sea buckthorn bush, which is similar in size to the crater left by a heavy shell. The bottom has accumulated knee deep rainwater, and the edges are loose and muddy. Seeing the Irish scout slide into the puddle without hesitation, Turner followed closely behind. His shoes and pants were immediately soaked in water, but this did not make him feel uncomfortable, but rather gave him a sense of relief. The British artillery continued to sweep the area repeatedly, searching for explosive gaps. Turner asked the Irish scout beside him, "Will the British send cavalry over again The answer is simple: "Who knows Are we just hiding here all this time At least wait until the shelling is over After the Irish scout finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly quieted down. The fighter jets were fighting in the air, bombs were exploding in the distance, and the British air defense firepower kept roaring, making these sounds clear again. Then, a whistling sound that was completely different from the sound of shells or bombs passing by came, and the ground was repeatedly shaken, followed by one violent explosion after another. Turner poked his head and said, "Ha, it's our Junker bomber! Those British guys must have been stunned by the bombing The Irish scout did not answer the call, but leaned on the edge of the puddle, took out the telescope from the telescope box on his chest, and silently observed the direction of the British position. The German dive bombers have already flown away, and several smoke columns have appeared behind the British positions. The ones who were bombed this time should be the unknown British field artillery, but it is impossible to determine their losses. Someone was on guard, and Turner turned over and lay on his back, trying to move his ankle. "Um, respected Mr. Eduardo, there's something I should tell you... I twisted my right foot while parachuting and could only barely walk. Do you understand? My foot is injured Turner's words are a mixture of German and Irish, and the two languages belong to different languages with significant differences in pronunciation and grammar. However, thanks to close military and economic cooperation, many Irish people have some understanding of German, and German soldiers stationed in Ireland are arranged to learn Irish to ensure basic communication with friendly forces on the battlefield. The Irish scout should have understood the meaning, "he replied in semi fluent German," We'll wait here Turner took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out two cigarettes, and when he handed one to the Irish scout, he was glared at harshly. He suddenly remembered his situation and awkwardly smiled. He put away the cigarette and the case, took out a piece of chocolate wrapped in tin foil, and split it in half to give to the other party. You came out alone to scout Seeing that there was no abnormal movement from the British position, the Irish scout also relaxed a bit. Without hesitation, he stuffed chocolate into his mouth and said while chewing, "No, we are in groups of four. Two people will go back to report the situation, and one person will go to pick up a pilot who parachuted like you Turner nodded and said, "Our troops landing on the north shore of the Cohen Peninsula should launch an attack soon I heard that the British army has deployed hundreds of thousands of troops here, and our troops that landed in Abersow almost lost their last defensive position last night. Although our landing forces continue to increase, the British are definitely increasing their troops faster than us, and I always feel that the situation here is not good. "The Irish scout turned his head to look at the slightly embarrassed but not panicked German pilot beside him," If nothing unexpected happens, you will soon be sent back to the rear. Be careful when you come again next time The two people in the puddle were talking to each other one by one, and more than an hour passed unconsciously. During this period, coalition fighter jets hit one after another like waves, with a large number of bombers and even more fighter planes providing cover for the bombers. Overall, the damage rate of British fighter jets is slightly higher, but such a attrition war is not something they would like to see. The further back, the weaker the momentum of the British fighter jets taking off to confront, which also means that the coalition aviation forces are gradually gaining control of the battlefield air superiority in the northern part of the Cohen Peninsula. Upon hearing the long lost roar of motorcycles, the calm face of Irish scout Eduardo finally showed a hint of joy. He turned around and saw a familiar figure, then blew his whistle. Then he saw a nimble young man wearing windproof goggles sneaking over like a wildcat, sliding into the puddle with a sideways shovel. This guy saw a German pilot staying in a puddle and jokingly asked his partner: Hey, is this your guest Yes, German Royal Air Force Lieutenant Tim Turner, um... I forgot to ask earlier, are you a fighter pilot or a bomber pilot Fighter pilot, "Turner replied, then shook hands with the visitor warmly." It's an honor to be Mr. Eduardo's guest The later scout introduced himself in German with a fairly standard pronunciation, saying, "I am Hank Purcell, Private of the 373rd Infantry Battalion of the Royal Irish Army. My aunt married a Hanoverian merchant, and I usually stay at her house for a few days every summer. I am very familiar with the Germans there, and what impressed me the most is that they always take things seriously and cannot tolerate any negligence Turner chuckled and said, "It's a coincidence. I'm from Hanover, and I'm also a strict person who can't tolerate negligence. But today, I made a fatal mistake and ended up being beaten down by the British This is certainly not a place for conversation, "Private said to his partner The handsome face of the Irish Private was stained with a lot of dirt. He looked at the German pilot and said, "Mr. Second Lieutenant, do you mind squeezing a motorcycle with us Of course not, "Turner said with a smile," as long as we can get back to the rear as soon as possible, smoke a good cigarette, have a cup of hot coffee, it doesn't matter how crowded the car is It's not difficult to make a decision at this moment, "said Private One quickly." Let's hurry and leave while this place hasn't been burned into a desert by artillery fire yet