Six Hundred and Sixty-Four Is Not a Good Place

Damanhur, here is the only way from Cairo to Alexandria in Egypt. It is an important transportation hub. There is a railway line connecting Cairo and even the hinterland of Egypt. It is one of the important material storage locations behind the Allied forces. However, it has just experienced the baptism of a full 600 tons of aerial bombs, and the fire has not been completely extinguished yet.

On the streets of the ruined Egyptian town of Damanhur, a group of German paratroopers were sitting on the roadside on both sides, nibbling on the food they carried with them. These soldiers have just arrived here not long ago, carrying weapons and bags. There was a huge bomb crater beside them, and there was still a little heat in it. There were many civilian corpses piled up beside the bomb crater, which had not been cleaned up in time.

The Butcher bomber dropped all the bombs it carried here. This is also the best way to ensure the safety of the German paratroopers after they airborne. The entire city system was destroyed, but whether it is General Student or other army generals, I believe Good soldiers can always find what they want in the ruins.

The city, which originally had a population of more than 100,000, should have been almost emptied when the war spread to Alexandria. Now after the overwhelming bombing by the bombers, this place is as quiet as the dead zone, and occasionally the crackling sound of burning can be heard, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

The bustling neighborhood is now hellish, and the German paratroopers are using everything they can find to fortify the nearby defensive positions. They used the collapsed houses as shelters, set up traps and firepower points everywhere, and the whole city was turned into a palace of murder in the hands of these experienced soldiers. Every location seemed to exist to kill more people.

"Take people, and bury these dozen or so mines over there! Yes! It's the side of the rubble, and the opponent's tanks and infantry may appear there!" Bolor was analyzing the situation in his defense zone with the deputy battalion commander. Each firepower point was configured. Seeing the company commander walk in, he immediately pointed to the dozen or so anti-personnel landmines placed under his feet, and spoke.

There are not many types of weapons and equipment used by paratroopers to fight. In most cases, they only have the gun in their hands to use, but this does not mean that they only rely on rifles to fight. In an ammunition depot in Damanhur, 5,000 landmines were found sealed inside.

So this batch of munitions was treated as supplementary ammunition and distributed to all front-line combat troops. As the main force of frontal defense, Boroll's battalion was allocated a full 300 such mines. A huge minefield was laid out, and the remaining mines were now used as filler in the junction of several company positions.

Several 75mm short-barreled infantry guns belonging to the battalion have already arranged their firing positions, and also set up some shelters and bunkers as cover. After all, these paratroopers are veterans who have experienced bloody battles in Crete. When I was young, I was used to spending all my time to strengthen my defensive position.

"Clean up the rear of the positions of several machine guns,

After all, we don't have many heavy weapons in our hands. Boroll drew a few strokes on the notebook with a pencil, representing the positions of the 13mm heavy machine guns belonging to several battalions. These firepower are used to suppress the opponent's large troops with sudden fire. Of course, they can also deal with targets such as light tanks and armored vehicles. .

Looking at the surrounding terrain, Boroll pointed to the place in the distance, and said to the deputy battalion commander: "Notify the logistics team of the battalion headquarters to distribute one-third of the grenades and machine gun ammunition. According to the estimate in the plan, The Americans may be getting here soon."

Before his words fell to the ground, dust rose not far away, and a barrel cart still painted in gray rolled up the dust and drove over from a distance, and the soldiers on the cart shook back and forth with the vibration , but the helmets and clothing show that they are soldiers of the German paratrooper reconnaissance unit.

Before the car was stable, the soldiers on it began to shout loudly: "The enemy army is only less than 5 kilometers away from here, I think you have to speed up and hide, so as not to be discovered by the enemy. There are a lot of There are too many tanks, there is too much sand and dust, and you can't see the situation behind, this is really not a good enemy."

"You guys came back so fast, the enemy must have seen your ass?" Bolor smiled and threw the cigarettes he was carrying with him to these brothers who were desperately investigating. The box remained.

"I think you need help, so I brought it here." On the other side of the road, a paratrooper combat vehicle equipped with a 75mm cannon drove over. The front of the tank was piled up with sandbags, yellow sandbags The gaps were also filled with sand, and when the vehicle started moving, sand fell from the gaps from time to time.

Soldiers on the battlefield always try their best to keep themselves alive. They never give up any chance, even if it is a blank piece of paper, as long as they have a chance, they will try to put it in the direction where the bullet may fly.

"Thank you for coming to support us. Over there, we left a low wall. There is an old house behind which we can hide. The roof is gone. If you need it, I will ask someone to help you remove the courtyard wall behind it." Demolished." Boroll pointed to the smoking house over there, the inside had collapsed, leaving walls on all sides, and stubbornly refused to fall down.

"Thank you very much. I will try to kill all the enemy tanks for you before retreating." The commander of the paratrooper combat vehicle nodded with a smile, then knocked on the edge of the open turret of the paratrooper combat vehicle, and issued a loud order He gave the order: "Go to the house over there, we will set up a defensive position there."

"Hey! Donna, go and call the platoon leader of the 1st company and 2nd platoon. I need him to arrange a cover team and set up a cover around the paratrooper tank. Hurry up, we don't have much time!" Bo After Luo Er explained the task, he ran to the location of the battalion headquarters.

There he also prepared 4 Iron Fist anti-tank teams, and now he must arrange these teams to paralyze all American tanks in the first place, otherwise his infantry alone may have to pay a very heavy price Only by paying the price can the opponent be prevented from advancing.

"Okay! Gentlemen! Go into the trenches, no fires. Open cans and fried noodles. Eat your stomach before the battle. It's going to be a long fight, so don't starve to death." Bollor carried his very Let the Mauser 98k rifle he doesn't like walk through his defensive positions one after another, shouting loudly: "Ready to fight!"

When he walked back to the battalion headquarters, looking at the dust rising from the sky, Bolor knew that the opponent was very close. He tore open a bag of fried noodles, unscrewed the kettle, and ate the fried noodles with a sip of water. , to be honest, the chow mein had some peculiar smell, and there was a faint smell of gasoline in the water, which was not very delicious in his mouth, but he still ate it very carefully, as if it was a French meal.

In order to preserve the perishable fried noodles for a longer time, the German army used vacuum packaging technology. However, due to the large quantity and not very advanced processing technology, many vacuum packages were damaged during transportation and storage. So can frontline soldiers Eating better food is all about luck.

"It's really an unpopular enemy." Swallowing a mouthful of fried noodles, Boroll looked at his sand-covered leather boots and smiled wryly. Although it is already October, the daytime temperature here is still very high. In order to maintain moisture, he is still wearing a desert yellow raincoat in the style of a windbreaker. You can imagine how uncomfortable it is.

Originally, I heard that General Rommel fought thousands of miles in the desert and beat the enemy so pitifully. After all, he had never personally experienced this kind of difficulty. Now he knows how desperate it is to fight a battle in the desert. .

He raised the binoculars, put it close to his eyes, and looked at the place where the Americans would appear. An American tank had already appeared on the horizon. It was nothing unusual. The M3lee tank he had seen in the UK had a thin skin. Big stuffing, nicknamed "tin chimney". But who knows what is behind this tank, because Boroll saw a second American tank, and then a third.

Grabbing the new portable field phone of the battalion headquarters, Boroll smiled and said to the other side of the silence: "I found the American armored forces, and the battle will start in a few minutes! Long live the head of state!"

"Good luck to you! Long live the head of state!" The head of the group's voice came over the phone very clearly.

Soon, a staff officer knocked on the door of a residential house in the center of Damanhur with intelligence. This is the general headquarters of the German paratroopers and the temporary front-line headquarters of General Student. In another room outside the door, there are piles of radio equipment, and huge antennas are hidden among the ruins. Everything looks the same as the surrounding wreckage.

"General! The news from the troops on the front line has found American troops, many tanks, and the battle is about to start." The staff officer handed over the information to General Student, the father of the German paratroopers and the supreme commander of the paratroopers.

Student took the report, then raised his head and looked out the window, and said, "Announcement to the entire army, Student is with all paratroopers in Damanhur, and will never leave early! Long live the head of state !"

A rifle protruded from the ruins, and another rifle not far away also aimed at its enemy. The German paratroopers crawled among the rubble and ruins, staring at the American soldiers in the distance with their determined eyes. , They merged with the ruins, they seemed to be corpses that had lost consciousness, but only when they got very close to them could they find their eyelashes beating slightly.