My Third Empire

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However, it was clear that the fire was opened at this time, and the machine gun position did not think about leaving. Their position was too forward and too isolated. There was no traffic trench to cover their retreat. From another perspective, the weight of the 13mm large-caliber machine guns does not allow them to maneuver as fast as the mg42 machine gun.

Sure enough, the US military began their counterattack, and the turret of a tank turned to its side, aiming at the leaked machine gun position. The coaxial machine gun started firing violently, and after suppressing the firepower of the German machine gun there, a burst of flame was suddenly ejected from the main gun, and a shell hit the crater there.

On the 1st position, more than a dozen German soldiers who had run out of ammunition were heavily fitted with bayonets to their rifles. Soldiers, this was the last time they fought for their motherland, and the last time they launched their own charge.

I ca n’t go back to my hometown, I heard that there are already a lot of cattle and sheep there; I ca n’t go back to my hometown, I heard there are singing everywhere now; You have your own hometown, how can you settle down? The sacred and beautiful motherland seems to have nothing to do with itself forever, and now all it can do is to make an oath to the end of life.

When the Americans approached with their weapons, these persevering soldiers jumped out of their trenches. Their muscular figures frightened the American soldiers on the opposite side. Some American soldiers responded quickly, and immediately shot down the gruesome face The enemy, some of them slowed down a bit, stabbed to the ground by the bayonet of a German soldier.

Borol was lying on the edge of the foxhole, carrying an assault rifle in his hand, and a short shot overturned an American soldier. He retracted his head, avoiding the rain of the guns and swept out, and found a place At the muzzle, another young American was beaten into a sieve.

If it were not for war, they came from various famous cities in the United States, some from Philadelphia, and some from California, and the German paratroopers may be from Hamburg or may be home to Munich or Frankfurt. When they meet, they are likely to brag to each other about their hometown beer or their own country's cars and prosperity. At least they are not what they are now. They use bullets and bayonets to send each other to hell.

But if it is not a war, they cannot come together, come to such a place full of yellow sand, for different beliefs, different ideals and different futures, right? At least their vows are similar. They all vowed to fight for the last moment of their motherland, and to the end of their lives. It ’s ridiculous that only for themselves.

"Suddenly! Suddenly! Click!" The last bullet flew out of the gun barrel. Borol unloaded his magazine and touched his chest pocket, only to find that he had only the last magazine left. He smiled bitterly, and seemed to think of the night that made him despair, and that night that made him truly a veteran. That night, he also ran out of his ammunition, and after that night, the German paratroopers were famous all over the world.

"Bat commander! Battalion commander!" A soldier felt from the communication trench behind the side, sitting on the ground in frustration and panting: "The iron fist rockets ran out. We have no heavy weapons. There are too many American tanks. Now, the company commander asked me to come to you and said that it is best to find a way to get some reinforcements. "

Leaning against the pit wall of the foxhole, Borol drew a crumpled cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it with a match in his mouth, and spit out a smoke before saying: "There will be no reinforcements. The battalion behind us was transferred half an hour ago. The American forces to the north were fighting even more fiercely. General Studen personally took the people over there. "

Silence, almost suffocating silence, and then the signal soldier smiled, followed by Downer, and finally Borol also smiled. Finally, the signal soldier stood up and returned the same way. Before he left, Borol suddenly said, "I went back. If anyone is going to die today, we must keep the name of our camp. If we can't do it, we will die with everyone."

The soldier responsible for the communication carried a g43 rifle that had been fitted with a bayonet, paused for a while, and then left without looking back: "Okay!"

There were more American soldiers on the opposite side. Borol ’s position was less than a hundred meters away from the American tank track. He shot the last bullet and then took out the one that was distributed as the commander. A very beautiful pistol. This pistol is produced in Belgium. It is powerful, reliable and durable. It is very similar to the m1911a1 pistol used by Americans. It has no beauty and is full of the atmosphere of large-scale industrial production.

As he drew his gun, he saw the war-gold medal, the medal for heroic battle, the airborne medal, the Iron Cross medal, and the British commemorative medal on the chest of the gray-green German army uniform in the desert yellow raincoat. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then the hand holding the gun was firmer and calmer, and Borol knew that the most important moment of his life was coming.

"Airplane! Our plane!" William Donner heard the roar of the aircraft engine. When Borol raised his head, a huge figure of an airplane was already flying above his head, one after another. The planes lined up in a tight formation in the sky, eventually giving people the illusion of covering the sky.

110 butcher bombers flew in a formation in the mid- and low-altitude positions, and dropped a full 600 tons of bombs. One bomb after another landed on the US team ’s position, not far away Smoke and fire. That's a full 600 tons of napalm incendiary bombs. For Americans who are concentrating and attacking, it is almost a nightmare.

The sound of the explosion began to extend backwards not far from the front of the position until it was invisible to everyone. The American soldiers were in a panic. The place behind them that was supposed to stand full of friendly troops was now only a blazing fire burning relentlessly. Only a pitiful sentence is left in everyone's mind: 8th Armored Division, finished!

"Butcher! Long live! I love you!" Downer stood up excitedly from the foxhole and waved his arm to the Ta-152 fighter who escorted the butcher bomber in the sky. He was smug and completely forgot about the other party's bombing. The location is at least 100 meters away from their position. This distance is still full of American soldiers.

"Are you crazy!" Borol quickly rushed to his signal soldier, but it was still a step later, the American gunshot rang, Borol felt that blood was splashing on his face and neck, and then he hugged Downer fell heavily in the foxhole.

"Ah!" At this time, Donner's screams reached Borrow's ear. He looked up and found Donner's wrist was hit by a bullet, and the entire left hand was gone. Blood was squirting out of the huge wound on the wrist, looking very scary.

Borol quickly pulled out the individual first-aid kit from the side pocket, pulled the bandage inside, and hurriedly tightened Donner's wound to give him hemostasis bandage. The gunshots around him gradually thinned out, looking The Americans have given up this attack and started to retreat.

"You idiot! You may be the last stupid person to die in this battle! Where can I go to find a medical soldier at this time? What are you doing standing up? Don't kill yourself? Hmm?" The wound, Bolor yelled at the side, ignoring the blood that had already stained the pants and shoes that he was riding on Downer.

"If ... don't mind ... It's better to change the professional person to do the bandage!" A voice came suddenly from behind Borol. Battalion Commander Borol looked back and saw an American medical soldier holding up Hands.

Borol was so scared that he quickly grabbed the pistol beside him, but the Americans on the other side obviously had no plans to do anything you could do: I used to study medicine in Germany, so German speaks well ... I surrendered and the battle ended Now. "

When Borol found himself, he only found that his crotch was covered with blood. He was so scared that he touched himself quickly, and he felt relieved when he found no wounds, so two Germans and one American soldier were scattered. There was a little gossip in the pit.

At the same moment, in the headquarters of the 8th Armored Division of the United States, Patton put his hands on the armored command vehicle that had been started. He looked back at Dammamhur, which was still burning and exploding. Order to retreat: "Perhaps, we will never come back, order all the troops that can be contacted, retreat! Retreat directly to Suez. It is estimated that if we go to Cairo now, we will never see Suez again."

The staff and the guards closed the door of the armored vehicle, and the two armored vehicles around it also started. The huge radio antenna wobbled back and forth following the bumps of the vehicle, like a tree branch in the wind, desolate.

Then there was a jeep following, and a dozen trucks full of listless American soldiers. The convoy went all the way to the east and raised a dust along the highway, making people unable to open their eyes. On both sides of the road were dozens of 155mm caliber howitzers that were too late to destroy, as well as empty ammunition boxes piled up in disorder and scrapped armored trucks.

Not far away, one m4 Sherman tank after another joined the escape team. When it came, it was a large army of more than 100,000 people. It had more than 1,000 tanks and hundreds of aircraft. Now they are Grey-faced, must be defeated all the way back to the place far behind them.