One Thousand and Thirty-Three Battle for the Airport

? The Germans raided a villa on the outskirts of Rome. This is not good news for all the high-level Italians. His Majesty the King hurriedly summoned all the ministers he could find, including Mussolini, and asked the Germans what happened? Will it invade Rome and control the whole of Italy?

After Mussolini insisted that this was only a small German force, several key figures in Italy who supported secession from the Axis powers were finally relieved. But they still asked Mussolini to arrange for trusted troops to enter Rome and increase the security around their residences.

After agreeing to the request of these people, Mussolini finally left the king's residence. He already felt that the current situation was very bad, but he was still full of hope for his future. Even the defeat of the border troops had never made him so depressed, but the fall of that villa made him feel that the crisis was coming.

"More than 300 landmines were planted on the road to the top of the mountain around the villa! I deployed a reinforced battalion there, and there were more than 600 people!" Mussolini's confidant who was in charge of the villa He lowered his head and waited for his boss to lose his temper. He knew he'd screwed up, and the way it couldn't be undone.

"I don't want to know how you messed up this thing, I just know that you messed up this thing!" Mussolini complained angrily: "The US special envoy was on my chassis, and was killed by the Germans." The army was taken away in one pot... If you were the US government, would this account be recorded in my head?"

In fact, what he fears most is not the blame of the Americans, but the fact that the United States gave up its plan to support Italy because of this surprise attack. This is the real fatal question. Once the United States abandons Italy, how long can a country with weak combat effectiveness like Italy struggle under the iron fist of the German army?

Thinking of this, Mussolini gritted his teeth. He knew that he had no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and continue forward: "Go, notify all ports, and seize the German goods, including those sent to Israel! Order The navy seals off all sea areas... Also, invite all my staff over here, let's go."

"Yes! Mr. Leader! I will do it now! If there is no other order, then I will go out first!" Seeing Mussolini waved his hand impatiently, the confidant nodded quickly and withdrew from Mussolini Lini's office.

Mussolini, who was in the room, changed his face. He whispered softly: "If it wasn't for the fact that I really have no one to use, I would have killed you idiot long ago!"

After scolding himself for his disappointing subordinate, he grabbed the phone and dialed the officer's office of the security force downstairs: "Hi, I'm Mussolini, raise the security around my office to another level, give me the strength Double the strength! If necessary, deploy anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns and iron fist bazookas..."

"Yes, leader! I will draw another battalion of troops from the Capital Defense Force,

Deploy vigilance around your office! "On the other side of the phone, the officer in charge of Mussolini's security agreed loudly.

Hearing this assurance, Mussolini was slightly relieved. He looked at the ever-expanding Italian map on the wall since he came to power, and sighed helplessly. Libya's oil exploration rights, transportation roads, and even taxation rights were all bought by the Germans at a low price. So what is the difference between whether you want this vast colony or not?

Seeing the chaotic situation, the Balkan Peninsula where people die every day, it is a pity that he, the leader of Italy, eats and discards it. He did get a part of the Balkan Peninsula land, but because of this, he fell into the never-ending struggle of the local guerrillas. In the harassment, there is no way out.

"I just want to make my country strong. Is it so evil?" Mussolini complained again. In his opinion, he was just seeking normal means to make his country strong. Not bad. Not long ago, everyone was doing this, swinging back and forth between major powers, and constantly using alliances and betrayals to gain benefits.

But in just a few decades, the two world wars have changed everything. Now the alliance of allies needs more strategic vision than before, and it is not easy to change easily. Everything in the world has changed, becoming bloodier, crueler and crueler.

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While Mussolini was melancholy in his office, the German paratroopers were curling up under the enemy's machine guns. Not all Italians are subjugated slaves. At this important strategic airport, a real fierce battle broke out between the local defenders and the German paratroopers who came to occupy it.

"Battalion Commander, the 2nd company in the east is suppressed by the anti-aircraft cannons! Their firepower is too strong, we can't make a breakthrough in the east." A signal soldier with a radio on his back lay beside Boroll , loudly reporting the news that was just delivered.

They have tried to establish an offensive siege position nearby, but the Italian defenders in the airport unexpectedly refused to surrender and returned fire to all offensive attempts. The opponent has sufficient ammunition and is quite well prepared, so the German army has no good way to take this airport with a circular defensive position for a while.

"Damn it, who said that this airborne trip to Italy is a happy trip?" Boroll observed the distance with a telescope, and kept firing at the nearby Italian anti-aircraft artillery fort built on a high platform, complaining: " If I knew it earlier, I should have brought the paratrooper combat vehicle, instead of giving up so much heavy equipment for the sake of loading more paratroopers."

This time, in order to achieve the maximum, the largest range of airborne paratroopers, and quickly occupy the largest area of ​​Italian territory, the German paratroopers did not carry a large number of heavy weapons, and neither the 75mm multi-purpose infantry gun nor the paratrooper combat vehicle was airborne with the troops. They only have individual weapons like grenades and dynamite packs.

The Germans did achieve their desired tactical goals, and the number of paratroopers was increased as a result. Therefore, within the first 10 hours after the start of the war, the German paratroopers controlled the vast area of ​​northern Italy, making preparations for the rapid advance of the German ground forces.

"Take a squad of soldiers and attack another 30 meters in that direction! Can it be done? I will support you with all the firepower I can find. At that distance, establish an advancing machine gun position, and then spread out The enemy's firepower, I will launch an attack from here!" Bolor ordered to the one-armed Donner beside him.

Tang Na nodded immediately, turned around and shouted loudly: "Soldiers of 1st company, 2nd platoon and 1st squad, follow me! Let these Italians see how powerful we are!"

Although he only has one hand, everyone in the paratrooper battalion knows the name of one-armed Donna. He dropped his hand on Damanhur, but found an air there, an air about soldiers. Now that he is standing there, people will feel that distinctive majesty, which is a texture that does not match his age.

"Machine gun! Fire at the enemy's firepower point! Suppress the enemy's weapon! Our men are ready to attack!" The company commander of the 1st company leaned on the wall of a foxhole and shouted loudly to a machine gun team not far away .

The shooter, who put the butt of the G42 machine gun on his shoulder, nodded his head at his company commander, and then the machine gun in his hand vibrated, and the ammunition belt seemed to be pulled into the gun body by some force, and the scattered shell casings were thrown out of the gun. The shell window falls to the ground. The flames of the machine gun sprayed continuously, and the tracer bullets were mixed in the rain of bullets, flying towards the distant target.

"Attack!" Seeing that the firepower of the Italians was suppressed, Tang Na jumped out from behind the cover, waving his already bare wrist, and shouted loudly to his comrades.

Following his shout, more than a dozen German paratroopers jumped up from their hiding places. They lowered their bodies as much as possible, carried their weapons, and rushed towards their target in the face of the enemy's dense barrage of bullets. Some people were hit by bullets and struggled to roll to the ground, while the rest continued to rush forward to complete their sacred mission.

"Sniper! Can you kill the gunman at the point of fire? That machine gun emplacement is a serious threat." Seeing that someone was hit by a bullet when Donna launched an attack, Boroll was so anxious that he turned around. , loudly questioned the sniper behind him.

"I'm firing! That's not a good distance!" the sniper replied without taking his eyes off the rifle scope, concentrating on aiming at his prey before shooting to take the life of the prey. . His hand was very steady, and he didn't even tremble the slightest while holding the gun.

"Boom!" With a gunshot, the continuous firepower on the very threatening machine gun position no longer flickered. After firing more than a dozen bullets at the machine gun position in a row, the sniper seemed to have finally completed his combat mission at this moment.

There was a brief pause in the Italian firepower pillar, so the German offensive became violent in an instant. These heroic German paratroopers chanted the slogan Damanhur and approached the Italian positions crazily. Eventually they got close enough, enough distance for them to use their courage.

"Damanhur! Attack!" Borol saw that part of the enemy's firepower was suppressed by the machine gun position established by Donna, who protruded from the flanks, and decisively issued an order to attack. So hundreds of German soldiers jumped out of their bunkers and began to rush towards the Italians on the opposite side.

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