My Third Empire

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"Communicate my orders! All artillery, fire immediately! Give me all the shells into Dammamhur! The troops gather immediately and attack! Make sure to capture Dammamhur! Do not let a German paratrooper pass, step on Ping this **** place! "Barton gritted his teeth fiercely, clenching his fists angrily.

"General, if we continue to consume these paratroopers, we may not be able to leave." The staff said anxiously, the information in his hand proved that the opponent was not far away from here. The 8th Army will be buried here. This responsibility is not just for him, but Barton can't bear it.

Barton waved his hand and interrupted the staff ’s words. As he stepped out of his armored command vehicle, he explained: "I have n’t lost my mind, I ’m just consuming the Germans as much as possible ... we just left like this, really. I am not reconciled. If, if the German paratroopers could not hold on first, we would be undefeated and so ugly, right? "

When he said these words, Patton was a little distracted. He lifted his feet out of the car and stepped on the yellow sand, feeling a little heat from the soles. He is only a short distance from Cairo, but now it makes him feel as if thousands of miles apart. The whole of Egypt may no longer belong to the British, nor to the Americans.

For the German paratroopers, the final test has finally arrived, but this test is even more difficult and tragic for the previous ones. Rommel ’s telegram arrived in Studente an hour ago, and he almost burst into tears when he received the telegram, because the German paratrooper he regarded as a treasure did not have to shed blood in a place called Dammamhur In the end, this battle was still won by Studente.

The telegram was circulated to almost every German soldier, and everyone knew that the American soldiers surrounding them would not be rampant any longer. Unfortunately, before everyone cheered for victory, the American shells hit the top of their heads like raindrops. At the beginning, the statisticians of the division used a shell case to count the number of shells fired by the US * team. Every time they heard a cannon, they threw a used shell case into the woven bag. The result is now no more than the explosion of shells. It sounded that everyone had to grab a cartridge case and put it in a woven bag to estimate the artillery shells from the Americans.

Borol learned today that although the battle he had experienced before was fierce, it was far inferior to everything he had to experience today. He held his gun firmly, curled up his helmet and huddled in the trench, waiting for this round of intense shelling. But time seemed to be solidified for him. He had never felt that time passed by so slowly.

If the usual shelling made people live like years, then the American shelling now makes people feel like they are already in hell. From time to time, people around them screamed that they were hit by shrapnel. It was covered by dense gunfire again. Borol felt that if he were allowed to attack the American position now, he would not hesitate to execute, as long as he was allowed to leave this **** that was constantly exploding and burning.

New recruits are afraid of shelling, and veterans are more afraid of light machine guns, but for endless shelling, everyone will feel terrified. Borol knew that after this bombardment, the Americans would probably get out of their tails, but he still kept praying, praying that all this would end quickly.

"Oh my god, are Americans crazy? Never put all the shells on our side?" Behind Borol, Donner, who was also curled in the corner, helplessly muttered beside him Not far away, he was just hit by a shell, and the raised sand buried his half of the leg.

"Americans! They are attacking! Everyone is ready to fight!" A German paratrooper in the front position saw the tanks and infantry touched by the Americans with the artillery fire. This time, the appearance was scattered and this time was dense. It's like ants moving. Everyone knows that the Americans are struggling with the final struggle, but for the German paratroopers, the final struggle is a bit too much for them.

"Persuading us to surrender, can you honestly surrender? Isn't it over? A bunch of bastards!" Borol pulled the bolt, and after hearing a clatter, he carefully extended his head out of the foxhole, not far away, Sure enough, the US * team was attacking with the tank, and it seemed that there was at least one battalion in the number.

"Our battalion commander was hit by a machine gun. We couldn't withstand it for more than ten minutes. The ammunition in our hands ran out. We couldn't keep up. The entire battalion lost almost 200 people." One retreated from the front. The paratrooper who came down was very frustrated. He followed hundreds of German soldiers to retreat to the position on Borol. The Americans were killed at least 500 people, but still did not mean to step back half a step.

"Form a new defensive position behind us and arrange for people to go to the division to pick up ammunition. It's faster! Help us also get some. I guess we can only hold it for half an hour." Borol patted the German The young soldier said seriously, "Go!"

"Fire!" On a machine gun position not far away, the German password was heard very clearly. Upon hearing the machine gun suddenly fired, it knocked down a large group of American soldiers. However, the American team also opened fire, and the two sides launched a firepower competition at close range. An American machine gunner was immediately hit with a sieve by a German bullet.

However, the machine gun on the tank also joined the battle shortly after. The German machine gun position was easily suppressed by the other party. The bullet hit the mud and splashed a white mist. The machine gun was quickly beaten into parts. , The front shooter and the deputy shooter were hit at the same time, **** face fell in the foxhole.

"Damn it! Let the anti-tank team prepare to attack!" Borol commanded Donner next to him: "Go and notify the 3rd company, prepare the ring position, the other party's tank comes up!"

As he said, he picked up the walkie-talkie around him: "Is it 2? Hey? Hey? Talking, is it 2? I'm Borol, move your person to the left and make room for the fight Flanking attack! What? Your company commander is dead? Then who is commanding on your side? Communicate my order! Immediately! "

Borrow, anxious and desperate, dropped the phone in his hand. When he went back to the head to find Downer, he found that he hadn't come back, so he had to pick up the telescope hanging on his chest and carefully watch what was happening on the ground in front of him The American tanks there have already run over the trenches, some American soldiers are carrying weapons to fire in the trenches, and what should have been a two-core core position, an American tank is burning and exploding.

"Even if we all died in battle, Germany will remain forever!" A German soldier may have emptied his ammunition, so he carried a shovel for trench trenching, shouted this slogan and rushed towards the American troops, and soon He hit the chest with bullets and knelt on the ground. The Americans continued to shoot. The bullets hit the body until the body finally fell.

"Long live the head of state!" A German paratrooper suddenly jumped from the side of an American tank and threw three or four grenades into the gap of the American tank. After a continuous explosion, the tank in the smoke gradually stopped. There was a smoky smoke from the engine. As the flame burned little by little, the Americans in the tank finally escaped in panic, and soon the tank exploded.

Borol had to grab the walkie-talkie again, choking with tears in his mouth: "Who is listening to the 2nd company? Speak! I am Borol, I order you to retreat, I order you to retreat! Is anyone? "

"Commander! We still have people in 2 companies! But we have 2 companies here, and 2 positions are here. They didn't run, so I didn't want to run away either. 2 companies have no cowards, right?" The childish voice said with a cry.

"Which idiot said it was running away? I'm the battalion commander, and I ordered you to retreat! Hello? Hello?" Borol shouted over the walkie-talkie again and again.

"I don't know who else is there. I'm the 2nd company's signal soldier. I'm standing by the commander of the company. Now I'm going to fight for the head of state until the last moment. God is with Germany!" The walkie-talkie said that. After the sentence, there was no sound, the gunshots on the position continued, and it seemed that German soldiers fell every minute.

Suddenly, a soldier slipped into the foxhole where Borol was, and scared Borol jumped: "Don't shoot, I'm Downer!" Obviously, the procession of the soldiers around this battalion to find the 3rd Company was not smooth. , A dress that was originally clean is no different from a rag.

"The third company is ready to move the second company away." He gasped and stared at Borol.

"No need to move away, the 2nd company just lost contact ..." Borol said to Donner with some frustration: "Go find a weapon and prepare for battle. Since the 2nd company has no cowards, it must be their battalion commander , I should fight to the last minute, right? "

Suddenly, the gunshots became denser. The 13mm heavy machine gun deployed in a concealed position suddenly fired. They had been ambushing on the flanks of the entire German position. Now that they had found the time to fire, they heroically fired the side guns. sound. The bullets swept intensively toward the American armored vehicles and infantry. Two American armored vehicles were penetrated and caught fire in an instant. The large-caliber machine gun fired so close at close range, which could indeed threaten the slim tail of many armored vehicles. Armor.