Chapter 881: Chapter 16 Unparalleled Blessings (8K)_3

Thomas immediately patted the shoulder of the communications soldier: “Tell the fleet, we landed in the wrong place. Damn it, the fleet can never deliver us to the correct beach!”

When the Kingdom of Sardinia landed, Thomas’s company also landed on the wrong beach; it seemed this was becoming standard procedure for the fleet.

After Thomas reported, Jack asked, “What do we do now?”

“Explosive tubes?”

“Found them. These three brothers brought over ten of them!”

Just as he finished speaking, a mortar shell landed on top of the sand dike next to them.

The artillery attached to the Prosen Coastal Defense Division were fixed coastal guns, and the mortars were heavy mortars, directly blasting Thomas into unconsciousness.

After a brief faint, he opened his eyes, but his brain hadn’t started functioning again.

He first checked Jack’s condition and saw the platoon leader tending to an injured engineer.

He turned around, patted the shoulder of the communications soldier, and shouted, “We’re under heavy fire! There’s no way to break through the sand dike. We need fire support from the destroyer!”

At this point, the ringing in his ears subsided, and the noise of the battlefield returned.

Thomas finally noticed that the communications soldier’s head had been blown off by the mortar shell.

He pushed the communications soldier aside, grabbed the large box-radio, took the receiver, and shouted: “Command, command–”

Then he found that the radio’s casing had several large holes, and the battery fluid was leaking out.

Thomas threw away the radio and said to Jack, “We’ll have to rely on ourselves. Insert the explosive tubes into the sand dike, connect as many as possible!”

The Federation Army’s explosive tubes could all be connected and detonated simultaneously, becoming a super-long series charge.

Now Thomas planned to use these ten explosive tubes to open a trench leading to the enemy’s dike bunker.

The explosive tubes were inserted into the sand dike, connected one after another, penetrating deeper and deeper.

After the last explosive tube was also buried into the sand dike, the engineer attached the detonating cap and shouted loudly: “Detonate the charge, take cover!”

Thomas and Jack shouted along: “Detonate the charge, take cover!”

The engineer pulled the fuse on the detonating cap, pushed the explosive tube forcefully toward the sand dike, then lay on the ground holding his head with both hands.

Thomas imitated the engineer’s posture, and no sooner had he laid down than the explosion occurred.

His ears hurt terribly, the pressure wave from the explosion almost tearing his eardrums apart.

Sand fell like a torrential downpour, as if Thomas was under a sand waterfall.

After the shock ended, Thomas stood up, looked at the explosion’s outcome: a passage leading straight to the base of the enemy bunker had appeared.

Thomas: “Go through the pit! Quickly! Rush directly to the enemy position!”

He didn’t expect the order to be misunderstood; an infantryman behind the sand dike shouted, stood up, charged up the sand dike, and threw himself onto the barbed wire.

Other soldiers stepped on this brave soldier’s back, leaping over the wire.

The Prosen’s machine guns fired, but suddenly so many Federation soldiers crossed the sand dike that the enemy’s firepower couldn’t keep up.

Thomas cursed, “Damn it,” and dove into the passage opened by the explosion.

Soon, he reached the foot of the enemy bunker.

A large Prosen letter was on the bunker, and Thomas recognized it: “We’re at the D2 dam; let me see the dam’s structural diagram.”

He pulled a notebook out of his pocket, took out a structural diagram: “If the diagram isn’t wrong, we can get into the trenches by crawling up the slope ahead. There should be machine guns here–”

Thomas peeked: “Damn, I don’t see any machine guns.”

Jack: “Maybe destroyed by naval guns. Just now, the sand dike should have had flanking fire, but it didn’t.”

Thomas: “You take four people, all with Thompsons, and go check it out.”

“Understood.”

“Cover fire!” Thomas shouted, charging out first, drawing the enemy machine gun fire.

The others opened fire wildly, bullets hitting the sandbags on the slope, kicking up clouds of dust; the sandbags were leaking, and sand was flowing out.

Platoon Leader Jack took four men armed with Thompsons, climbed up the roughly twenty-meter long slope, and began shooting behind the sandbags.

“Cease fire!” the platoon leader shouted, “Alright, save your magazines, there’s no one in the trench behind the slope!”

Thomas looked at the many soldiers hiding around him: “There’s no one in the trench above, advance!”

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The Prosen 400 Coastal Defense Division Commander, head wrapped in bandages, shouted into the receiver: “Our firepower has been heavily destroyed by naval guns! Heavily destroyed by naval guns!”

Admiral Schmidt: “Impossible! Your bunkers were built to withstand 381mm naval guns. The enemy only has a few battleships with 406mm guns. Moreover, the United Kingdom’s 406 are old guns; their armor-piercing capabilities are ineffective against your bunkers.”

Commander: “Then you should really take a look at the wound on my head! The fact is, even without a direct hit, an explosion nearby devastates anyone inside our bunkers!”

“And right in my sight, there is a huge crack! Come see for yourself!”

As he spoke, the commander punched the crack in the wall.

The command bunker of the division headquarters, without a direct hit, already had a crack over two meters long, extending from the ceiling to the floor.

Commander: “Someone must have taken kickbacks! Or all of them did!”

As he yelled, a private muttered beside him: “If you don’t take it and I don’t take it, how can Schmidt get his? That’s the barroom rhyme.”

The commander glared at the private, then continued shouting into the handset: “We need reinforcements! Every bunker is now down to less than thirty percent of its ammunitions stock! Each one has fired tens of thousands of rounds!”