Six Hundred and Sixty Eight Crazy

"Send my order! All artillerymen, open fire at once! Send me all the shells into Damanhur! Units gather at once and attack! Make sure to take Damanhur! Don't let a single German paratrooper be spared, step on Flatten this damned place!" Barton gritted his teeth fiercely, clenched his fists and said angrily.

"General, if we continue to consume these paratroopers, we may not be able to leave." The staff officer said anxiously. The information in his hand proves that the opponent is not far away. The 8th Army will be buried here. This responsibility is not only him, but Barton cannot afford it.

Patton waved his hand and interrupted the staff officer's words. As he walked out of his armored command vehicle, he explained: "I didn't lose my mind, I was just trying to consume the German army as much as possible... We just left, really It makes me not reconciled. If, if the German paratroopers can't hold on first, we can be regarded as undefeated, so ugly, isn't it?"

When he said these words, Barton was a little less interested. He stepped out of the car and stepped on the yellow sand, feeling a little heat from the soles of his shoes. He is only a short distance away from Cairo, but now it makes him feel as if thousands of miles are separated. The whole of Egypt may no longer belong to the British, nor can it belong to the Americans.

For the German paratroopers, the final test has finally come, but this test is more difficult and more tragic than the previous ones. Rommel's telegram had arrived in Student's hands an hour ago, and he almost cried with joy when he received it, because the German paratroopers he regarded as a treasure did not have to shed their blood in a place called Damanhur , This battle was ultimately won by him, Student.

The telegram was circulated to almost every German soldier, and everyone knew that the American soldiers surrounding them would not be rampant for much longer. But it is a pity that before everyone cheered for victory, the American shells hit their heads like raindrops. At the very beginning, the statisticians of the division headquarters used shell casings to count the number of shells fired by the U.S. Army. Every time they heard the sound of a cannon, they would throw a used shell casing into the woven bag. As a result, they couldn't count the explosions of the shells now. The sound was loud, and everyone had to grab a handful of shell casings and stuff them into woven bags to estimate the shells fired by the Americans.

It was only today that Boroll realized that although the battles he experienced before were brutal, they were far inferior to what he was going through today. He held his gun tightly, curled up in the trench with his helmet on, and waited for this round of intensive shelling to pass. But time seems to be frozen for him, he has never felt that time passes by so slowly.

If it is said that the usual shelling makes 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 when they were hit by shrapnel, but it was only a split second. Then it was covered by the dense artillery sound. Boroll felt that if he was asked to attack the American positions now, he would execute it without hesitation, as long as he was allowed to leave this hell that was constantly exploding and burning.

Only recruits fear shelling,

Veterans are more afraid of light machine guns, but the endless shelling, everyone will be afraid of heart. Borol knew that the Americans would probably leave with their tails between their legs after this bombardment, but he was still praying non-stop, praying that all this would end quickly.

"Oh my God, are the Americans crazy? They will never shoot all the shells on our side, right?" Behind Bolor, Donald, who was also curled up in the corner, muttered helplessly. Not far away, he had just been hit by a shell, and the raised sand buried half of his leg.

"Americans! They are starting to attack! Everyone is ready to fight!" A German paratrooper in the front line saw the tanks and infantry that the Americans touched with the artillery fire. It's like ants moving house. Everyone knows that the Americans are making the final struggle, but for the German paratroopers, the intensity of this final struggle is really too much for them.

"Persuade us to surrender, isn't it over if you surrender honestly? A bunch of bastards!" Bolor pulled the bolt of the gun, and after hearing a crash, he carefully stuck his head out of the foxhole. Not far away, Sure enough, the U.S. Army was attacking with the tanks, and it seemed that there was at least one battalion of them.

"Our battalion commander was hit by a machine gun. We couldn't stand it after more than ten minutes of fighting. We ran out of ammunition in our hands and couldn't keep up with replenishment. The entire battalion lost almost 200 people." A retired from the front line The paratrooper who came down looked very frustrated. He followed hundreds of German soldiers and retreated to the position on the Bollor side. The Americans were killed at least 500 people, but they still didn't mean to take a half step back.

"Form a new defensive position behind us and arrange for people to go to the division headquarters to collect ammunition. It must be fast! Help us get some, I guess we can only last half an hour." Boroll patted the German On the shoulder of the young soldier, he said seriously: "Go!"

"Fire!" On a machine gun position not far away, the German password was heard very clearly. As soon as the machine gun fired suddenly, a large number of American soldiers were knocked down. However, the U.S. Army also opened fire, and the two sides started a firepower competition at close range. An American machine gunner was immediately sieved by the incoming German bullets.

However, the machine gun on the tank joined the battle not long after. The German machine gun position was easily suppressed by the opponent. The bullets hit the sand and splashed a white mist, and the machine gun was quickly beaten into a spare part state. , the front shooter and deputy shooter inside were hit at the same time, and fell into the foxhole with blood on their faces.

"Damn it! Let the anti-tank team prepare to attack!" Boroll ordered to Donner beside him: "Go and inform the people of the 3rd company to prepare the ring position, and the opponent's tanks are coming up!"

As he said, he picked up the walkie-talkie beside him: "Is it the 2nd company? Hello? Hello? Talk, is it the 2nd company? I am Boroll, and move to the left with your people to make room for the battle." Flank attack! What? Your company commander is dead? Then who is in charge on your side? Send my order! Immediately!"

Boroll lost the phone in his frustration, and when he looked for Donna, he found that he hadn't come back, so he had no choice but to pick up the binoculars hanging on his chest, and carefully observe what happened on the ground not far in front of him. The American tanks there had run over the trenches, and some American soldiers were firing into the trenches with their weapons, while an American tank was burning and exploding on the position that should have been the core of the 2nd company.

"Even if we all die in battle, Germany will remain forever!" A German soldier may have run out of ammunition, so holding a shovel for digging trenches, shouting this slogan rushed towards the American troops, and soon He was shot through the chest, and he fell to his knees, and the Americans continued to shoot, and the bullets hit the body until the body finally fell.

"Long live the Führer!" A German paratrooper suddenly jumped up from an American tank and threw three or four grenades into the gaps of the American tank. After a series of explosions, the tank in the smoke gradually stopped , A puff of black smoke rose from the position of the engine. As the flames burned little by little, the Americans in the tank finally escaped in panic, and the tank exploded shortly afterwards.

Borol had no choice but to grab the walkie-talkie again, choking with tears in his eyes: "Is anyone else listening in the 2nd company? Talk! I'm Boroll, I order you to retreat, I order you to retreat! Is there anyone? "

"Battalion commander! There are still people in our 2nd company! But our 2nd company is here, and the 2nd company's position is also here. They didn't run away, so I don't want to run away. There are no cowards in the 2nd company, right?" Over the walkie-talkie, a Said in a childish voice with a crying tone.

"Which idiot said that this is an escape? I am the battalion commander, and I order you to retreat! Hello? Hello?" Bolor yelled into the walkie-talkie over and over again.

"I don't know who else is there. I am the signal soldier of the 2nd company. I am here to stand firm under the order of the company commander. Now I will fight for the head of state to the last moment. God be with Germany!" After the sentence, there was no sound, and the gunfire on the battlefield continued. It seemed that German soldiers fell every minute.

Suddenly a soldier slipped into the foxhole where Boroll was, and Boroll was startled: "Don't shoot, I'm Donna!" Apparently, the communication soldier next to the battalion commander went to the 3rd company and the process was not smooth. , a suit of clothes that were clean before is now no different from a rag.

"The 3rd company is ready, and the 2nd company can move away." He panted, staring at Boroll and said.

"Don't move away, the 2nd company just lost contact..." Boroll said to Donna with some frustration: "Find a weapon and prepare to fight. Since the 2nd company has no cowards, I must be their battalion commander , I should also fight until the last moment, right?"

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire became denser, and the 13mm heavy machine gun deployed in a concealed position suddenly opened fire. They had been ambushing the flanks of the entire German position, and now they found the opportunity to fire, so they heroically fired the side guns Voice. The bullets swept towards the American armored vehicles and infantry densely. In an instant, two American armored vehicles were pierced and caught fire. The large-caliber machine gun fired so desperately at close range that it could indeed threaten the slender tail of many armored vehicles. armor.