Six Hundred and Sixty Five Damanhur

An American M4 Sherman tank rumbled and drove past the wreckage of a burning tank. On the wreckage emitting heavy smoke, a white five-pointed star could be seen faintly. Not far away, the ground was still falling The body of a tank soldier.

The plan to break into Damanhur did not go well at the very beginning. The tanks of the American North African Independent Armored Brigade were attacked by German paratroopers on the road. Iron fist rockets were fired from hidden places, and one after another A total of 40 American tanks were destroyed on the way to attack. In just one hour, the US military lost more than 40 tanks and almost the same number of armored vehicles.

Patton's plan to divide and encircle the German paratroopers failed completely afterwards. Although the independent armored brigade's attack caused huge casualties to the German paratroopers, the entire defense line outside Damanhur was still firmly controlled by the German paratroopers, and even some No less important defensive positions were lost to the Americans.

"Fire!" There was a sudden roar from a hidden German paratrooper machine gun position. The black muzzle pointed at the flanks of the American soldiers. The unique sound of tearing linen burst out with this roar, and the bullets were like raindrops. Shoot at the group of helpless American soldiers.

The bullet hit the flesh and blood, and small bright red flowers bloomed. American soldiers fell on the street one after another. A dozen people lost their lives in an instant. Soon the American soldiers also began to carry The rifle returned fire, and the bullets also hit the German machine gun positions.

"Damn! These Americans are much better than the British, and their weapons are automatic, you bastard!" A German veteran retreated behind the rubble while holding his helmet, yelling at his opponent while tearing a bullet from his chest. He stuffed the grenade into his mouth and bit off the safety ring. When the Americans fired, he immediately threw the grenade, and then retreated to his bunker again: "Taste this, idiots!"

"Boom!" With an explosion, the sand rose up and flew into the trench. The veteran picked up his mp-44 assault rifle and opened fire fiercely at the smoky place.

"Thuk! Chuk!" The bullet flew into the dust, and then two American soldiers screamed. Obviously this time the shooting was very successful, and he hit at least two enemies. However, as the American soldiers also fired bullets towards him, a puff of smoke from the bullets immediately rose around him.

"Garand! Damn the Garand rifle!" The weapon held by the Americans has long been familiar to German soldiers, because the performance is very similar to the German G43 semi-automatic rifle, so many Germans think it is an American The best rifle in my hand. But in fact, Americans still have carbines and submachine guns in their hands, not just one weapon.

With the dust splashed by the bullets on the ruins and rubble, a grenade accurately rolled into this small foxhole. The German veteran flew up without thinking, and threw the slightly rolling grenade Kicked out of the trench. Before the grenade landed again, it exploded in mid-air.

But not far away, another grenade exploded in a German paratrooper trench, knocking two German soldiers into the air. The American heavy machine guns on the other side of the road also started to roar, hitting the ruined wall and splashing sparks. A German soldier was shot in the arm, fell to the ground and called out to the medical soldiers loudly.

Not only the Germans are admiring the quality of American soldiers, but the Americans on the opposite side are also frightened by the crazy style of play of the Germans. For a long time, American soldiers and German soldiers have been fighting in the desert, and everyone is like chivalry. , fighting a very gentlemanly and regular battle, advance if you can win, the opponent will not waste troops to defend, and retreat if you can't beat, at worst surrender. It's not like today, for a piece of ruins that have long since lost their value.

In this narrow block, the Americans have lost no less than 200 soldiers. I believe that the German paratroopers on the opposite side lost more than 40 people. In this way, the two sides have already crippled a battalion in order to compete for these shabby houses. There are still many troops, and what is even more desperate is that the battle is still going on, with no intention of ending.

The two American tanks put in by the German infantry were quickly ambushed by German anti-tank snipers near a corner. The thin armor on the side was quickly penetrated by the iron fist rocket launcher. The tank above His hands were shot dead by snipers and riflemen before he could climb out of the tank. Only a few minutes later, the two tanks, which were still showing off their might just now, were paralyzed at the corner of the street with green smoke.

Don't look at the small Japanese tanks showing off their might on the Chinese battlefield. In fact, in the trained and highly educated army, the fear of tank attacks is very slight, especially in street fighting. Many German weapons can Threat to the opponent's tank. What's more, the Americans are now facing the German paratroopers, a force that goes deep behind the enemy and faces any enemy weapons and equipment alone.

Looking at the proof of his battalion defense, the immobilized American infantry in the minefield, and the three tanks with broken tracks, he knew that the Americans would not be able to do anything in this battle. Breaking through his own defense line, at least the concealed heavy machine gun position and the paratrooper chariot are not exposed, and he still has a lot of power in his hands that can be used to continue the defense.

Sure enough, the American attack came to a complete stop as the gunshots gradually faded away. A large group of American soldiers retreated slowly along the road they rushed in, abandoning some of the outer positions they had already occupied, and also left behind. Hundreds of dead bodies.

Before the Germans could celebrate their victory, the large-caliber artillery units of the Americans, who hadn’t made it to the front line, launched the most intensive artillery shells one by one on the German positions, killing the bombers who had been bombed. Buildings that were blown to ruins were blown up again. The crater was covered by a new crater before it was filled, and the ruins were replaced by new ruins before they were cleaned up. The German soldiers huddled up beside the rubble, waiting for such dense artillery fire to gradually pass.

Boroll knocked off the dust accumulated on the helmet with his hands, and tapped the dust on the map twice with his hands. Just now, a shell hit the enemy not far from his headquarters, and killed a The personnel of the battalion, but fortunately, his battalion was safe and sound, but a lot of dust was shaken off.

Crawling out of the ruins and dust, the German soldiers were shocked to find that the American tank was only a few tens of meters away from them before shaking off the dust on their bodies. With a dazed effort, the heading machine gun in front of the American tank protruded There was a fierce flame, and several German paratroopers who were at a loss were knocked to the ground.

However, the American infantry who followed did not end well. The German machine gun position on one side suddenly opened fire, and the bullets flew into the crowd of American soldiers from the flank. Before anyone could react, a dozen American soldiers closed their doors forever. eyes. The rate of fire of the German machine guns was so fast that the American soldiers who were hit did not even need to be rescued.

An American soldier who saw his companion's head cut off by a machine gun was so frightened that his shoulder was shattered by the flying bullet before he had time to get down on his body. Before he fell down with the huge impact, he He was hit in the chest by another bullet, and then he saw the tracer go through his armpit and go through another man's stomach.

The soldier was still conscious when he fell to the ground. His eyes were still closed and he watched his comrades fall down like he was shot. He watched the platoon leader who trained them hard be pierced by bullets, and his intestines gushed out. The wound rolled all over the ground with blood... When he felt the pain, he closed his eyes, and then everything went away from him.

"I don't have any reinforcements for you. I still have 5 soldiers here, which are my last reserves." Boroll held up the phone and said helplessly to the commander of the 1st company who was hysterically asking for reinforcements on the front line Now, there are 470 people in a battalion, and now counting the dead soldiers of the logistics team, 95 people have been killed in battle. Even Boroll didn't know why the Americans attacked here so frantically. When he parachuted, he thought There won't be any decent fighting here.

Now he knows why his paratroopers have stepped up anti-tank firepower, and now he knows why he parachuted with more ammo than he ate, because everyone except the optimistic paratroopers themselves What will break out will be a brutal battle, a desperate battle of life and death.

In less than 5 hours since the start of the battle, he had already wiped out the reserve team. Borol couldn't imagine how fierce the battle would be waiting for him. After he put down the phone, he picked it up and got through to the team The phone call from the Ministry: "Head, I am Boroll, the opponent's attack is too fierce, I request reinforcements."

"The reinforcements for you will be leaving in 3 hours and you will have to hold out there for the remaining 3 hours on your own. I have to briefly tell you the bad news that the Americans are trying to encircle the entire Damanhu Well, the line of defense we have to hold on to is getting longer and longer." The commander's side didn't seem to be having a good time either, it seemed that the battle had reached its worst point at the very beginning.

"I understand! I will stick to this place until reinforcements arrive." Bolor put down the phone, then looked at Donna who was following him, and suddenly he remembered the dead Balu, something he hadn't thought of for a long time. The bearded man who died in Belgium. Boroll smiled wryly, then put the helmet on top of his head: "Let's go, go to the front line!"