"Rat-a-tat-tat! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The General Purpose Machine Guns and Squad Automatic Weapons on the German Marine Corps positions, along with the mortars and Grenade Launchers, began firing madly. Dense bullets swept over the Spanish Army like a raging storm.
The attacking Spanish troops were packed onto the narrow assault front, becoming perfect live targets for the German Marine Corps' concentrated firepower.
Although the German Army and Marine Corps were organized the same way, with each battalion possessing only 41 Squad Automatic Weapons and 15 General Purpose Machine Guns, a total of 55 machine guns had been deployed along a position less than one kilometer long. There was practically one machine gun every twenty meters or less. Such a density of firepower was unquestionably terrifying.
Moreover, the troops on the first line of defense could receive fire support from the mortars and Grenade Launchers on the rear lines. Gibraltar's terrain was inherently narrow, so a single German military regiment had to be spread across several defensive lines. These lines were only a little over a hundred meters apart. Thus, the mortars and Grenade Launchers could fully support the forward positions. If they were not afraid of hitting their comrades ahead, even the machine guns could provide support fire.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Mortar shells and grenades fired from Grenade Launchers landed amid the Spanish army's formations. The shells exploded, stirring up a bloody storm among the Spanish troops. Shrapnel flew everywhere, easily claiming one fresh life after another and inflicting enormous losses on the attacking Spanish army.
"God! How could the Germans' firepower be so powerful? How could their troops be equipped with so many machine guns and light artillery?" The Spanish general responsible for commanding the attack stood dumbfounded, as if he could not believe any of this.
"General, the