Battle of the Third Reich

Vol 5 Chapter 465: Guerrilla (Part 2)

The German infantry tactics were developed based on the special conditions of Germany, pursuing flexible and mobile lightning tactics, developing mechanized and automatic weapons, and vigorously promoting the tactical air force and air-ground joint combat mode. The ultimate goal is to make up for the overall German Lack of strength.

The imaginary target of the German army has always been the powerful French Army. No matter the strength or the number of equipment, the German army cannot occupy an advantage. It can only rely on the advanced nature of tactics and weapons to shorten the gap between the two sides.

In this respect, Germany has done a good job, so it has also achieved unimaginable rich results. Because of the sweetness on the battlefield, the Germans have never stopped studying infantry tactics.

Especially under the guidance of the German head of state, the Germans no longer focused on fighting under ordinary conditions and environments, and began to explore the complex geographical environment and military tactics under special conditions.

"We should be glad that this time the goal is not a guerrilla in the usual sense, because they cannot get the support of the local people, which is very important for the completion of our mission." Major Conig buckled the belt of the mountain backpack , Shaking the pack on the mule.

This German-style mule horse pack has a weight of 20 kilograms, because it must be made strong enough to bear the weight of the mountain cannon parts and the whole box of ammunition, and it will not exert excessive pressure on the waist and abdomen of the mule. , Affecting the normal breathing of livestock. At this time, the piggy-back was loaded with food supplies of special units, and the carry-on luggage of the commanding officer.

This unit is composed of forty veterans with rich combat experience, and basically has the rank of associate officer or above. The members are all from mountain troops. After a week of running in, they have developed a mutual understanding.

This small unit also carries an Army Aviation Communications and Ground Guidance Team and can request close air support from air combat units that patrol nearby airspace when needed.

The superiors equipped this unit with the most advanced infantry combat equipment in their hands, and looked forward to giving them a surprise on the battlefield and making a satisfactory result for the leaders of the headquarters.

"We are very close to the goal, I can feel it." Sergeant Meyer raised his head and drank the water in the glass. He shook the glass and clasped it back on the lid of the kettle. After making the tie, he handed the kettle back to his partner.

"Five kilometers ahead is the village of Casasola. Our people have evacuated as planned, and the target will definitely choose to rest in the village." Sergeant Stoker took the kettle and hung it on the belt at the waist.

"I don't remember seeing this in the intelligence." Captain Pete frowned at the file.

"Brain your head, Captain. No suitable water source was encountered along the way. Their animals must drink water. There are two wells in the village of Casasola, so this is their only choice." Conig tightened the felt. The leggings belt stood up and stomped, picking up the Mauser 98k sniper rifle leaning against the tree.

"The troops have been assembled, and the vanguard has set off first, sir." Lieutenant Rudolf stepped forward and reported.

"Very good, start immediately, and strive to clean up the scum today." Major Conig returned a military salute to the adjutant.

"Colonel, in front of the village of Casasola, I sent someone to check it out just now, the Germans had evacuated two days ago." A confidant ran to Gandino and reported.

Gandino proclaimed himself the commander of the Italian Freedom Army, and ordered his men to call him a colonel. For this reason, he really went for a uniform and rank for the Italian army colonel.

The guerrilla leader is about one meter six or five meters tall, with a common round face in southern Italy, small brown eyes, slightly upturned nasal nose, and a short thick beard on his lips and jaw. The honest and honest look, no one would believe that this is the ruthless gangster with blood on his hands.

"The Germans will not come back again, they won, they got what they wanted, and they will soon withdraw from Italy." Gandino likes to show off his extensive knowledge in front of his subordinates, and occasionally publish some timing. The view of the bureau, but his eyes are indeed keen, and things tend to follow his predictions.

"Everyone is a little tired, and the animals need to drink water, Colonel." Another said confidantly.

"I always have a bad feeling that I can't stay here. After dinner, we will leave the village. Tonight we will have to hurry up." Gandino rode on the horse and looked at the village not far away with his telescope.

"Observe, Colonel, before leaving, we still have time to find some fun in the village." he said cheerfully.

"Don't go too far, we still have to keep our energy on our way." Gandino nodded his shoulder with his whip, and then learned Mussolini's appearance, raised his head and raised his chin.

"Yes, understand, Colonel." The gangster paid a serious fascist ritual.

When Edvardo came to the village of Casasola, across the distance, he found that something was wrong in the village. A wooden house beside the village was burning up, and a black pillar of smoke rose from the sky. There were vaguely crying men and women in the wind, and there were sporadic crisp gunshots.

"Don't the Germans leave yet?" Edvardo stopped, and he carefully drilled into the grass beside the road.

"We only have these grains left, Your Excellency Colonel." The village chief, Sagio, is a retired bureaucrat who once worked for 26 years at the Verona City Government, but his career was quite poor. Conspicuous middle and lower level civil servants.

"You have seen those who have resisted me, what will happen." Gandino pointed to the headless body lying on the ground.

"Do you think of us as robbers, we are freedom fighters fighting to save Italy, everyone here is willing to give their lives for the liberation of Italy. I now suspect that someone in your village cooperates with the Germans, including you , Everyone in the village is suspected of having an enemy." Gandino, wearing that somewhat larger colonel uniform, sat on a high-backed chair brought under one hand, his fingers hitting the armrests, and his small eyes flashed savagely. look.

"No one cooperates with the Germans. Colonel, I can swear to God."

"Who can prove what you said? A merciful God? The village chief, and I have sufficient evidence of your enemies. You, you and the two of you." Gandino lazily pointed at the open ground with his whip. Villagers.

"The person I pointed out was dragged to the side and killed." The guerrilla leader turned his head and said to his heart.

"Comply, Colonel." Several gangsters stepped forward and dragged several villagers out of the crowd.

"Be merciful, they are all innocent, for the sake of the merciful God, Colonel." The village chief tried hard to bear the fear, and his legs trembled pleadingly.

"I'm not a bloodthirsty person, everyone knows this. I don't want to see anyone bleeding, but I have to maintain my authority before my hands." Gandino waved his hand, and then the gunshot sounded, the village There were more broken bodies in the open space, and a gangster grinned with a Carcano rifle carrying a bayonet and poked a few more knives on the back of each victim.

The villagers were full of humiliation and anger in their hearts at the moment, but fearing the weapon in their hands, they could only helplessly bow their heads in silence, and only the heartbroken cry of sadness from the family of the deceased.

"I promised everything you wanted, I just beg you not to kill any more, Colonel." Seeing Gandino raised his whip again, the village head yelled hurriedly.

"Look, how good this should have been. We fought to liberate Italy in front of the blood, but you dragged our hind legs for some personal gain. You have to let me use this intense method before you realize It’s your responsibility to blame for your own mistakes.” Gandino stood up and walked to the head of the village.

"I'm not a greedy person, as everyone knows. I don't want your food, I want gold and silver and banknotes, and give me 50,000 lire in cash before dinner, or the equivalent worth, village head. You know I can kill all of you traitors, and then I will slowly find it myself." Gandino said with a horsewhip poking at the shoulder of the village chief. (To be continued.)

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