Survive as a World War II Soldier - Chapter 132



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#132

To Meyer, who was tired of digging, the words to install a machine gun sounded like a message of salvation.

“But what if the real Allied bastards come this way?”

“That’s right. Oh my. The Atlantic Ocean is so vast, so why here?”

But soon I began to feel worried about the coming battle.

“Hey, hey. I listened to the officers and they said no. It’s just some old man nitpicking.”

“really?”

“Yeah. They all say it’s Calera, but he’s here alone. Come on. We’re the only ones who got screwed.”

“But you told me to install a machine gun. I see that tanks are moving towards the beach and causing chaos···.”

But the tension disappeared without a trace when someone close to the officers told the story. Instead, what filled the space was resentment toward the officers, the eternal enemy of the soldiers who made them suffer.

But soon after the sun went down, Meyer realized that the stubborn Rommel’s nickname, the Desert Fox, was not something he had simply gotten by waving the rank of field marshal at the Führer in a German army full of Junkers.

The problem is,

“Fuck, it’s okay if this is wrong.”

“So. Why here, why us?”

Would things have been better if people, including himself, had trusted Rommel a little more?

If only Rommel had realized early on that he was worthy of his reputation as the Desert Fox, if only he had driven the stakes in that open field a little more diligently, if only he had filled that mud pit a little higher with water, would things have been much better than they are now?

Meyer pulled the trigger, repeating the now pointless question.

“Anti-aircraft guns, what are anti-aircraft batteries doing!”

Boom bang.

The voices of officers cursing could be heard here and there.

“Machine gunners! Target the gliders and parachutes, not the people!”

Gliders and parachutes were large enough targets to hit even with random swipes, and they filled the sky without a single gap.

“This, this can’t go on.”

“we are···.”

Even as they killed and killed again, American soldiers continued to fall from the transport planes that filled the sky.

Finally, someone returned the words with a tired expression and a rough kick.

puck.

“Wake up! There are no cowards in the great Germanic kingdom!”

“Shoot the Yankees right after they land!!”

As Rommel said, most of the paratroopers immediately after landing were as weak as newborn deer.

But not all of them were frail fawns. Some had antlers so imposing that they would make even adults bend over in an instant.

Boom, bang.

“what?”

“It’s Panzerschreck!”

Above all, the Yankees were out of their minds.

“Hey, you crazy guys, what the hell are you dropping!”

I could understand the jeep somehow. But, a tank.

Did you really think that those things that fell off like that would still work fine?

But Mauer knew one thing for sure: if a crazy person fights a sane person, the crazy person will always win.

Those Yankees, who threw themselves into the air as bullets rained down, heedless of the corpses of their own soldiers filling the field, were clearly not in their right minds.

Looking at them, even Mauer himself felt like he was losing his mind.

##

Boom, bang.

The increasingly loud noise, accompanied by the shaking, heightened the tension of those on board the boat.

Gulp.

The sound of someone swallowing saliva was unusually loud.

“Tsk tsk. Don’t be nervous. I’m here. As long as I’m here, we’ll never lose.”

The helmet of the person shouting with a confident face had stars twinkling.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant General. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“If it’s not okay? After coming all the way here, should I turn back?”

At someone’s worried question, Theodore III snickered and asked back.

“but···.”

The soldier who had spoken looked at his leg. Because of his arthritis, he always walked with a cane. Without the cane, he had to walk slowly and unsteadily.

And the place he and his soldiers are headed today is Normandy, a place where even those with able legs cannot guarantee their survival.

“I’m Roosevelt. It’s not like I’m going to die that easily. So you should consider it an honor. Stay right next to me and you’ll be able to see Paris alive.”

The old general’s joke caused a burst of laughter among the soldiers, as if they were in a state of absurdity. However, thanks to that, the tension that had seemed like it would drive them crazy had disappeared.

And at that moment, thump.

There was a loud crash and the boat stopped.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Those who followed Theodore III soon found themselves looking bewildered.

“I, Brigadier General.”

“why?”

“I think we got off in the wrong place.”

The distant fireworks and faint explosions. It seemed that they had arrived at a shore far from their destination.

“Uh, what should I do?”

That moment.

The German troops defending the coast were equally bewildered.

“Enemy, is it the enemy?”

It was all thanks to Theodore III that these men, staring out at the dark sea, tense from the battle raging in Normandy in the distance, were asking such an absurd question.

“No matter how I look at that person who is walking unsteadily, he looks like an old man in pain…”

“Yes. It’s a bit noisy to see people gathered there and making a fuss…”

In response to the rookies’ strange remark, one of the veterans kicked them hard.

“What’s so strange about it? Just shoot them. They’re Yankee bastards. Just shoot them first, subdue them, and then ask the living ones.”

“Ah, ah. Okay, I understand.”

The moment they were about to start shooting,

“Okay, let’s start the war now!!!”

At his shout, the soldiers reflexively started running away from the shore and inland.

And of course, the Germans started shooting too.

But it was already too late and they were quickly overpowered by the American soldiers who had crossed the blind spot.

Theodore III led his men inland, reconnoitering the causeway behind the beach beyond the breakwater and doing his best to establish a bridgehead from which follow-up troops could quickly land and transport supplies.

And his efforts were of great help in helping Ben Fleet’s 4th Division land in Utah without major damage.

But unlike Utah, where things went smoothly, Omaha didn’t have it easy this time either.

“As expected, it’s Rommel.”

“Yes. We attempted precision bombing of the coastal areas and the upper reaches of the airborne units as instructed, and I received reports that the results were good.”

There, they carried out a deception operation until the end in order to somehow fool the German army.

However, he failed to fool the desert fox.

“The landing also took place in accordance with the high tide, and tanks and bazookas were prepared in abundance to destroy the coastal defense positions.”

Just because you did your best doesn’t mean you’re perfect.

Landing craft were in short supply, and getting tanks directly onto the beach was difficult in many ways.

Because of this, Pershing was impossible and had to be content with barely sending Sherman.

Of course, it wasn’t just us who had a hard time.

Even the great desert fox could not escape the fierce strife within the German army.

The early prestige of the North African campaign was tarnished by the subsequent defeats and failures in Italy, which made Hitler no longer have the absolute confidence in Rommel as he had before.

But they say that even if a rich man falls, his fortune lasts for three generations. No matter how much he has fallen from grace, Rommel is still Rommel.

Especially since I was keeping my position, unlike in the original history when I had left for my beloved wife’s birthday party···.

“It’s difficult, it’s hard.”

“But it hasn’t been calculated yet.”

“Really? Then···.”

I would rather envy Theodore III, who was running wild on the beaches of Normandy.

There was no way to stop the old man who enlisted in the military while leaning on a cane.

Why else would the son come and ask his father to do his bidding?

How can I beat an author who can’t even beat the president? They say he grants wishes for the dead, but I guess it’s only as good as the wishes of the living. I gave permission because I knew that he had flown in Utah in the original history.

But now that I think about it, I think I understand why the author was so determined to participate in the landing operation.

Son of a bastard, Theodore III’s son was really participating in the operation. He must have thought that rather than sending him away and worrying about his life or death, he would rather fight together.

While I was lost in thought for a moment, new reports continued to come in.

“Rommel’s location is not yet known.”

At first, Britain took a firm stance on Rommel’s disposal.

“I have to kill him!”

Montgomery was the one who raised his voice more than anyone else.

“There are more places where it can be used if kept alive.”

But we in the United States thought differently.

It was the same with Roosevelt across the ocean and with his staff here in London.

“If we can get him to change his mind, it will be a huge help.”

“I wonder?”

“If you look at the anecdotes from North Africa, there is a human side to it. If you persuade them properly···.”

Some people talk about Rommel’s humane side, such as when he supplied water to a British field hospital, which was an enemy field hospital, out of humanitarianism when it ran out of water.

“Even so, in the end, he’s just a German who aided and abetted the massacre of the Jews.”

Of course, there were some who disagreed.

However, both sides agreed that capturing him would be very useful.

“It would be great if a meeting could be held.”

“But even if that’s not the case, it doesn’t matter. Even if you just use it for propaganda purposes···.”

And there was one person who agreed with our argument that they would be more useful if brought back alive, and that was none other than Churchill.

“That’s unexpected.”

“Why? Did you think I’d take Montgomery’s side?”

When I asked him if that wasn’t the case until recently, Churchill coughed in embarrassment and gave me the answer with a sigh.

“That author is more popular than I thought.”

It is said that because he was so great in North Africa, there were many people in Britain who were in awe of him despite being enemies.

After considering other minor political factors, the decision was to keep him alive and use him.

“So, our commando’s···”

I would have killed them instead of capturing them, I had no intention of getting help from the British.

As a result, the paratroopers who jumped into Normandy were given one more order.

-Capture the Desert Fox, but if that doesn’t work, you may kill it.-

##

“Phew, pfft. Haa, haa.”

“Are you okay?”

As he helped his men flounder in the mud that was barely knee-deep, Ridgeway thought of the Commander-in-Chief in London.

He has always been an extraordinary person.

When he was Army Chief of Staff, when he was Governor of New York, when he was Secretary of War.

Still, whenever I saw his greatness, I couldn’t help but be amazed.

Could it really be that this person is just like me?

He also grew up always hearing that he was a genius, and throughout his career as an officer after graduating from the military academy, he was never once called incompetent.

But his commander-in-chief was far outside that category.

“How on earth did the Commander predict something like this?”

“I know.”

The author who designed the simple but deadly defense system, and the person who had been nagging me to see through it and come up with a solution, were all people who were far from his standards.

But there was no time to worry about it right now.

As it was not immediately possible to change the gear to one that could be taken off immediately after landing, as instructed by the commander, a knife was carried in an easily accessible place instead.

So that you can cut and get rid of the cumbersome things.

Thanks to this, there were almost no people who got entangled in the rope and drowned in the shallow water. In addition, the fact that the defense facilities were sparse because the bombing raid had already cleared them out played a part.

But the situation wasn’t so good.

“Stop panicking and wait for your unit members. Tell your comrades to move to their destination together with the ones nearby.”

“All right.”

The battle had just begun.

Once is enough