Battle of the Third Reich

Over the Apennine Mountains from the Po River Plain, there are really too many routes to choose from. Italian merchants and mountain people have opened a cobweb-like path in this mountain range for centuries, and feudal lords have established Countless mountain villages have built up a busy trade network between major city-states. ≤≤small≤said,

The Apennine Mountains in autumn are exquisite and beautiful. Although it has entered the end of October, the mountains are still green. The swift Severna stream flows through the bottom of the valley on the mountain side. Although you can't see the small river on the mountain road, you can clearly hear the roar of the river when it hits the rocky embankment.

Sergeant Tullio Martino sat in the shade of a beech tree beside the mountain road, holding his Carcano rifle in his arms, staring blankly at a steep wall that collapsed out of the rock texture. Thinking about the annoying things in his home.

The army he served is the second Alpine division of the Italian Army. At present, this elite mountain should be under siege by the French mountain infantry troops on the border between Italy and France. Compared to other units in the division, the Verona battalion of Martino was obviously lucky. Two weeks before the outbreak of the war, they were removed from the front by the headquarters and transferred to Pisa for reorganization, which led them to hide. After the fate of being besieged with other troops. Although no one could figure out the purpose of the command of the headquarter without mindlessness, the officers and soldiers expressed their gratitude and gratitude in their hearts.

These Alpine eagles almost broke their wings on the cold and **** battlefield of the border, aside from the physical pain, the greater is the mental pressure and fatigue.

They had not been the fearless Maotou in their 20s, and most of the officers and soldiers had already set up families in their hometowns.

Martino saw too much death and sacrifice on the battlefield, and what made him and his comrades angry and helpless was that most of them died of no value. They were the generals who drank two A cheap cannon fodder that was pushed out after a glass of wine, or when you had a whimsy.

The terrain occupied by Italy on the border was not conducive to combat. The French built a series of fortresses and fortresses on both sides and ridges of important mountain passes. On those narrow mountain roads, Italian forces could not be deployed at all.

In many critical positions, the French only need one or two ammunition groups with ample ammunition, and then rely on solid fortifications to easily block the attack of an infantry battalion. At that time, every time such a French bunker was conquered, Italy would have to pay dozens or even hundreds of brave soldiers.

Italian mountain troops are divided into two types, one is the Alpine mountain division and the other is the mountain conventional infantry division.

The most elite among them are the Alpine divisions called alpini. These are the true mountain troops. The soldiers are strong and well-trained and can carry heavy weapons over the steep mountains. All of their mobility depends on their legs. With the help of an ice pick and a bundle of ropes, they can climb most of the cliffs with bare hands.

They are the most elite infantry troops in Italy. The Italian people call them "alpine eagles", and their cap badges carry the wings of the flying eagle logo. People who do not know the inside will mistakenly think they are the air force of which country.

They wore Alpine-style mountain felt hats during the battle, with iconic black crow hair inserted on one side of the hat wall, wearing special mountain combat boots on their feet, wearing woolen leggings, and using the same Karl as ordinary infantry Kano long rifle.

But no matter how elite and brave soldiers are, they are treated equally in front of modern firearms. They will not have one more life than the soldiers of conventional infantry divisions.

When the French army began to counterattack across the board, they were covering the front flanks, and the second mountain division was too late to retreat.

In the Fifth Mountain Regiment, the two companies of the Edonot Battalion were annihilated by the formation. After the Tirano Battalion fell into siege, they surrendered to the French army, and only the Morbenio Battalion was successfully withdrawn. And that time, the Verona battalion happened to rotate in the rear to replenish the supplies, but they were successfully avoided.

Many people in the mountain division are privately rumored that this camp is favored by the goddess of luck, but Martino has never looked at it this way. He has always believed that people cannot survive by luck, and this kind of heavenly luck often tends to There is a day for you to repay.

Now that Martino had really spoken, this rare and elite army was spotted by the Roman Commander, and was transferred to the Apennines to build a defense line to resist the German attack. May encounter the legendary German mountain troops, Martino did not know whether he should be frustrated or excited now.

"Lieutenant Piero has gone to ask, we will stay here until three o'clock in the afternoon and then set off." Corporal Embeto and Martino lined up with a box and walked to Martino's side.

"I got a ration, would you like to add a meal." Emberto sat cross-legged across from Martino and placed the box between the two.

"Still thinking about your family? I heard that the Germans did not destroy the town this time. Elena and her children should be fine. Old Paul is taking care of it. When the battle is over, you will be able to See them." Emberto opened the carton and took out a tin of cans from inside.

"Your knife is still there, lend me a second." Corporal extended his hand to Martino.

"I have been praying to God, hoping that they will be safe and sound. I also know that worry is useless, but the thought of Nina is only three years old, my mother’s health is not good, and there is not much money left at home. Send some more salary back." Martino took out his pocket knife from his military uniform pocket and handed it to his comrades.

"Prepare a lunch box, there is a lot of oil in it, just for frying sausages. I don't think this battle will be fought for too long, you will soon see your Elena, Tullio." Embi Open the can opener on the folding knife and press it firmly into the tinplate lid.

"Don't talk nonsense, how do you know this battle will end soon, be careful not to let Piero hear it." Martino leaned his rifle against the trunk and turned his tableware out of his rucksack. This is the lunch box he bought when traveling in Rome, which is much better than the materials distributed by the army.

"What's the matter? Can Piero still send me to the military court? Even the sergeant I can see, I don't believe these officers will see clearly. Yes, Piero is indeed a **** Fascist, but his brain is smarter than all of us.” Embeto pryed off the canned sardine and carefully poured the olive oil, which smelled of fish fat, onto the lid of the lunch box handed over by Martino in.

"I'm going to make a fire. I still have a potato and half an onion here. After chopping and frying it with sausage, that taste is awkward." Emberto raised his finger and placed a delicious gesture in front of his mouth.

The food of the Italian local troops is actually quite rich, basically based on bread, various vegetables, cured meat and fresh fish, as well as jam and honey as a seasoning, soldiers usually get some beer and wine, and officers can drink some Spirits, in general, food standards are among the top in European countries.

As for pasta, because professional cooking utensils and a lot of fresh water are required for cooking, it can only be served when the resident is resting.

Of course, the above is only limited to guarding the local troops. The troops fighting overseas have a lot of sad days. When the fighting is difficult to supply, the soldiers can only eat compressed biscuits and eat canned bacon. It will deteriorate, and Italian soldiers call those stinky canned meat "Mussolini's ass".

Of course, Martino didn't need to eat that kind of food. When they marched through some villages, they also deliberately purchased some vegetables to supplement their daily nutrition.

They are Alpine infantry battalions and are only equipped with some mule horses used in the mountains. At this time, most of the weight is transported by carriage. For the impending battle, the carts are now full of ammunition and weapons, and most of the soldiers’ personal rations can only be carried by themselves.

Fortunately, mountain soldiers have long been accustomed to this. In addition to basic weapons and ammunition emergency rations and personal items, each person also carried an additional supply of more than 15 kilograms. This obviously slowed down the march of the troops, but from the performance of the battalion commander, it seems that he did not want to hurry at all.

Martino dug a shallow pit in the mud, cut some dry bark with the axe of the ice pick as fuel, and cut a small piece of wool felt from an old leggings as a fire. The army sergeant used one The kerosene lighter set fire.

"I've seen it for a long time. This time there was a problem with the battle plan." Emberto cut the potatoes with a folding knife.

"On this way we only encountered two infantry regiments, one of which was the black shirt. I heard that there were two black shirt infantry battalions in front of us. I did not see tanks, artillery, or even trucks. A few. You and I have participated in the preparations before the war, and think about how it was at that time." Emberto put the chopped potatoes in the lid of the lunch box.

"I also feel that there is something wrong. This is not like preparing for a big battle, but maybe the big troops will follow us, don't we listen to the commander, we are the first line of defense."

"Then the heavy weapons assigned to us, let's use our old rifle to block the German tank?" Emberto wiped his eyes with the sleeve of the military uniform, and quickly cut the onion in his hand. .

"So, this time you listen to me, I don’t want to put my life in the hands of the group of unreliable generals. I have to live anyway, I still have a lot of things I want to do, so do you. Leo. You must live, and then go home to see your Elena." Emberto put the onion and two small sausages in the lid, then held the handle to lift the lid and put it on the fire.

"Of course I will go back, I promised them." Martino nodded his head hard and encouraged himself.

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