Six Hundred and Sixty Nine Escape

But obviously when they fired at this time, the machine gun position didn't even think about leaving. Their position was too far forward and too isolated, and they didn't even have a traffic trench to cover their retreat. From another point of view, the weight of the 13mm large-caliber machine gun does not allow them to maneuver as fast as carrying a mg42 machine gun.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the U.S. military to start their counterattack. The turret of a tank turned to its side and aimed at the missed machine gun position. The coaxial machine gun began to fire violently. After suppressing the firepower of the German machine gun there, the main gun suddenly burst into flames, and a shell just punched a crater there.

On the position of the 1st company, a dozen or so German soldiers who had run out of ammunition installed bayonets on their rifles with heavy faces. They hummed softly and looked at the United States not far away with their deeply sunken eyes from time to time. Soldiers, this is the last time they will fight for their country and the last time they will charge.

I can't go back to my hometown, I heard that there are herds of cattle and sheep; I can't go back to my hometown, I heard that there are singing everywhere now; I can't go back to my hometown, I heard that the place has been turned upside down; I can't go back My hometown is gone, how are you, the former person? The sacred and beautiful motherland seems to have nothing to do with me forever, and what I can do now is to go to the end of my life for the oath.

When the Americans approached with weapons, these resolute soldiers jumped out of their trenches. Their vigorous figures startled the American soldiers on the opposite side. Some American soldiers reacted quickly and immediately shot down the hideous faces in front of them The enemy, some a little slower, was thrown to the ground by the bayonets of the German soldiers.

Borroll was lying on the edge of the foxhole, holding the assault rifle in his hand, and knocked over an American soldier with a short shot. He retracted his head to avoid the hail of bullets, and leaned out in another place. At gunpoint, beat another young American into a sieve.

If it wasn't for the war, they would have come from various famous cities in the United States, some from Philadelphia, some from California, and the German paratroopers may have come from Hamburg or their home in Munich or Frankfurt. When they meet, they're likely to brag to each other about their hometown beer or their country's cars and prosperity—at least not the way they are now, sending each other to hell with bullets and bayonets.

But if it wasn't for war, it would be impossible for them to gather together, come to such a place full of yellow sand, and draw their swords against each other for different beliefs, different ideals and different futures, right? At least their oaths are similar, they all swear to fight for their motherland to the last moment, fight to the end of their lives - the ridiculous thing is that they are missing for themselves.

"Thug! Chug! Click!" The last bullet flew out of the gun, and Boroll unloaded his magazine, touched his breast pocket, and found that he only had the last magazine left. He smiled wryly, as if thinking of the night that made him despair, as if he remembered the night that made him truly a veteran. That night, he also ran out of ammunition,

It was also after that night that the German paratroopers became famous all over the world, winning all battles.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander!" A soldier touched up from the communication trench behind the side, sat on the ground and gasped in frustration: "The iron fist rockets are all gone, we have no heavy weapons, and the Americans have too many tanks Yes, the company commander asked me to come to you, and said that it is best to find a way to get some reinforcements over."

Leaning against the wall of the foxhole, Boroll took out a crumpled cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it with a match in his mouth, and breathed out the smoke before saying, "There won't be any reinforcements." , The battalion behind us was transferred half an hour ago, and the American troops in the north fought more fiercely, and General Student personally led people there."

There was silence, an almost suffocating silence, and then the signal soldier smiled, followed by Donna, and finally Boroll also laughed. Finally the signal soldier stood up and went back the same way. Before he left, Bolor suddenly said, "I'm going back. If anyone survives the catastrophe today, he must keep the number of our battalion. If he can't, he will die with everyone."

The soldier in charge of the interrogation held a G43 rifle with a bayonet attached, paused for a moment, and then left without looking back: "Okay!"

There were more American soldiers on the opposite side. The position where Boroll was located was less than a hundred meters away from the American tank tracks. A very nice 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 aesthetic feeling and is full of the atmosphere of large-scale industrial production.

When he pulled out his gun, he saw the gray-green German Army uniform on the chest of the desert yellow raincoat, and the battle wound medal, the bravery battle medal, the airborne medal, the iron cross and the airborne British commemorative medal. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then the hand holding the gun became firmer and more steady. Boroll knew that the most important moment in his life was coming soon.

"Plane! Our plane!" William Downer heard the roar of the plane's engine. When Boroll looked up, a huge figure of a plane had already flown over 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.

For the first time ever, 110 butcher bombers flew in formation at low and medium altitudes, and dropped a full 600 tons of bombs. One bomb after another fell on the US Army's position not far away, rolling up a thick cloud that covered the sky. Smoke and fire. That was a full 600 tons of napalm incendiary bombs. For the Americans who were concentrating their forces on the onslaught, it was definitely like a nightmare.

The sound of the explosion started not far from the front of the position and extended backwards until it was out of sight of everyone. The American soldiers panicked. The place behind them that should have been full of friendly troops was now only left with a raging fire burning mercilessly. There is only one pitiful sentence left in everyone's mind: 8th Armored Division, it's over!

"Butcher! Long live! I love you!" Donna stood up excitedly from the foxhole, and waved his arms at the Ta-152 fighter jets escorting the Butcher bomber in the sky. He was so triumphant that he completely forgot about the bombing The position is at least a hundred meters away from their position, and this distance is still full of American soldiers.

"Are you crazy!" Boroll rushed to his signal soldier, but it was still a step too late. The Americans' gunshots rang out, and Boroll felt the blood splashing on his face and neck, and then he hugged him. Seeing Downer fall heavily into the foxhole.

"Ah!" At this moment, Donna's screams reached Boroll's ears. He raised his head and found that Donna's wrist was blown away by a bullet, and his entire left hand was gone. Blood was spurting from the huge wound on the wrist, looking extremely scary.

Boroll quickly pulled out the personal first aid kit from the side pocket, tore off the bandage inside, and hurriedly tightened Tang Na's wound, and bandaged him to stop the bleeding. The Americans had given up this attack and began to retreat.

"You idiot! You may be the last idiot to die in this battle! Where can I go to find you medical soldiers at this time? What are you doing standing up? Don't die? Huh?" while bandaging Tang Na The wound, Bolor yelled, ignoring that the blood had already stained the pants and shoes he was riding on Donna.

"If... you don't mind... it's better to get a professional to do the bandage!" Behind Boroll, a voice suddenly came. When the battalion commander Boroll turned his head, he saw an American medical soldier holding up hands.

Boroll was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the pistol beside him, but the American on the opposite side obviously didn't intend to do anything to kill me: "I used to study medicine in Germany, so I can speak German well... I surrendered, the battle is over gone."

It was only when Borol was on his body that he realized that his crotch was covered in blood. He was so frightened that he quickly touched himself, and was relieved when he found no wounds. So the two Germans and an American soldier just scattered In the soldier pit, there was chatter without saying a word.

At the same moment, in the headquarters of the U.S. 8th Armored Division, Patton stepped onto the activated armored command vehicle with his hands behind his back. He glanced back at Damanhur, which was still burning and exploding, sighed, and issued an order. Retreat order: "Maybe, we will never come back again. Order all the troops that can be contacted to retreat! Retreat directly to Suez. If we go to Cairo now, we will never see Suez again."

The staff officer and the guards closed the door of the armored vehicle together, and the two surrounding armored vehicles also started up. The huge radio antenna swayed back and forth with the bumps of the vehicle, like a tree branch in the wind, which was desolate.

Then a jeep after another, and a dozen or so trucks filled with listless American soldiers, the convoy headed east, kicking up a cloud of dust along the road that choked one's eyes. On both sides of the road, there are dozens of 155mm caliber howitzers that are too late to destroy, as well as empty ammunition boxes piled up randomly and scrapped armored vehicles and trucks.

Not far away, M4 Sherman tanks one after another joined the fleeing team. When they came, this was an army of more than 100,000 people, with more than 1,000 tanks and hundreds of aircraft. Now they Disgraced, they had to retreat all the way back to a place far, far behind them.