Nine Hundred and Sixteen Own Honor
Donatello felt that he had never been so unlucky in his life. He only ran to join some black shirt army to avoid debts, and ended up becoming a key member of the black shirt army in such a muddle. [\/\/Novel, fast update, no pop-up window, please search]
Originally, he was a little proud in those days, because after all, even in the black shirt army, he was still a small boss who couldn't be dealt with. But this elation didn't last long, and that damned leader, Mussolini, went to war with almost all the countries around him.
In France, Donatello participated in the battle to attack the Italian-French border. As a result, the seemingly outnumbered Italian army was so confusedly defeated by the inferior French border guards. The ammunition and weapons were lost all the way, and everyone wished they could run away on two extra legs, so as to save their lives.
The war did not stop because of Donatello's cowardice. On the contrary, the great expansion war of the Axis powers, or the creation battle of the new world order became more and more cruel and the scale became larger and larger . And he, the "senior commander" of the black shirt army who escaped from the French battlefield and returned to Italy, transformed into a senior officer in this way, and was arranged into the Italian regular army to serve as the backbone.
So he swaggered and became a battalion commander, an officer commanding 490 soldiers. Then he led this force to attack the Balkans, and finally with the help of the Germans, he completed the task of occupying parts of the Balkans.
What happened next was a bit confusing. Battalion Commander Donatello waited for two young instructors belonging to the German Wehrmacht to come, and then began to learn various combat methods, how to deploy firepower, and learn how to allocate troops to form a tight formation. Defensive and offensive formations.
After this special training, Donatello realized how huge the gap existed between Italy and Germany. At least he found that his army finally looked like an army. Only then did he realize what a real army should look like.
Then his troops were transferred to the Balkans to participate in the joint military operation of Germany, Turkey and Italy to encircle and suppress the guerrillas. This time his troops did not escape, and skillfully used the tactics they learned to block a guerrilla attempting to break out of the encirclement. Not only was Donatello's infantry battalion not defeated by more than 1,200 guerrillas, but he also counterattacked and wiped out a full 144 heinous Balkan guerrilla militants.
You must know that this is really a remarkable achievement. Usually, in the face of an enemy twice as large as itself, the Italian army has only one option, and that is to retreat quickly; Surrender by hand-so it is not easy for the Italian army to be able to fire and kill its own enemies.
Now, Donatello's battalion and many Italian troops trained by German instructors are no longer under the Italian command system.
They were drawn out and assigned as allies to the command of the German Southern Theater Command. And they now have a new name called "Italian Expeditionary Force".
In fact, the Italian troops fighting on the Eastern Front did not go through any hard battles. Most of the Italian troops were arranged in the rear to guard some unimportant lines of communication and warehouses. Only some very elite ace troops with actual combat experience were assigned to unimportant areas on the front line.
The Belgorod region south of Kursk is unfortunately an "unimportant area" that the Soviet and German troops did not pay much attention to. Unfortunately, the two most powerful armor clusters in human history collided here, and this unimportant place suddenly became the most terrifying steel grave in the world.
Huddled in the trench, Donatello hugged his rifle and enjoyed the most magnificent requiem. At least two Soviet tanks kept firing within 50 meters around him. His entire battalion is now on the verge of collapse. And as the battalion commander of this battalion, he already knew very well that he had no chance of escaping this time.
"Commander! Battalion Commander Donatello, the machine gun position on the left has been killed by the Soviet tank. The troops of the 1st company are trying to retreat, but we lack cover." Helmet, to ensure that the only protection on his head will not fall due to running. The sergeant squinted his eyes and reported to Donatello: "The communication with the 3rd company has been interrupted. Our current situation is very bad!"
Donatello looked at the trench from the corner of his eye. Several Italian infantrymen with rifles were being hit by the bullets fired by the opposing tank's heading machine gun, unable to lift their heads. He turned his face and said to his subordinates: "I know! I know what you said, and I don't know what to do now. You know our battalion, we only have this way of building positions .”
The level of German instructors is firstly limited, and secondly, the level of these Italian apprentices is even worse, so the final solution is that the Germans mechanically use the most old-fashioned methods to stipulate the style of play, and the Italians simply develop habits-so everything will be fine In this way, a unit with a certain combat capability can be "crash". As for the effect, it is self-evident to look at the embarrassed appearance today.
"The Soviets didn't use a central breakthrough to cut into our defense line, so the anti-tank guns couldn't form crossfire. If you fire a single shot, they will be killed soon." The sergeant pointed to the continuous attack on Italy in the distance. The Soviet tank in the position retracted his head and said to his battalion commander: "The enemy has more than three tanks. This is not something we can deal with."
"If we retreat in this case, we will lose two-thirds of our troops." Donatello just memorized the conclusion of the exercise given by the German instructor mechanically. He remembered another escape, and his men were brutally hunted down. , Until he himself was killed, the opponent did not lose a single person. The deep impression that exercise had left on him was another reason that prevented him from throwing away his armor.
"Battalion Commander!..." The sergeant seemed to be trying to persuade him, but a stray bullet hit his helmet, and blood spurted out of the helmet and flowed down the brim of the Italian helmet, together with these Together with the owner of the blood, lay down in the trenches.
"Ah!" Seeing his subordinates being knocked to the ground by a single shot, Donatello was so frightened that he even dropped the guns in his hands at his feet. He knew that the Soviet tanks on the ground were slowly approaching, and the blocking The soldiers of the 2nd company in front of him are collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.
He grabbed an Italian infantryman who passed by him with his hand, and issued his combat order: "Order the anti-tank guns on both wings to fire, we need anti-tank fire support."
The Italian soldier glanced back at his battalion commander, and then rushed away without turning his head in the opposite direction where the Soviet Red Army was attacking. Donatello smiled wryly, because that was the back that he was all too familiar with, and he escaped from the French camp in the same way more than a year ago.
Something different still happened. The Italian soldier who ran out was quickly smashed into a sieve by the machine gun on the Soviet tank. The tracer bullets penetrated his body like a laser, and then he was like a puddle of mud. on the ground.
"Let the anti-tank guns fire! Fire!" Donatello staggered, and then shouted hysterically in the trench: "Whoever it is, thank God, let those two cannons fire!"
"Boom!" I don't know if his prayer was fulfilled, or someone heard his order. In short, the first anti-tank gun fired, and the shell hit the armor of a Soviet kv-1 tank, piercing through the armor of a Soviet kv-1 tank. Its side armor. A raging Soviet tank is no longer active, but paralyzed on the battlefield, emitting a puff of smoke.
The two Soviet soldiers who were still alive inside jumped out of the tank and were sieved by angry Italian soldiers without taking two steps. After all, this tank killed at least dozens of Italian soldiers just now, and it also inspired these Italians' fighting spirit for revenge from another angle.
Another anti-tank gun also fired, but for some unknown reason, the shell missed the most threatening t-34 tank. These two anti-tank guns were subsequently destroyed by Soviet tanks, which were superior in number, and now the Italians have fewer anti-tank weapons.
"Hey, I said! We just ran away again like this?" Donatello watched another infantry pass by him in a panic, and ran towards the place where the body of a deserter was still lying, loudly shouted: "Don't you have any sense of shame about the Italians?"
Watching his subordinates die in front of him one by one, Donatello suddenly lost the thought of running away. He remembered the joyful mood he had when commanding troops to stand firm when he was in the Balkans. Having experienced victory, he was unwilling to easily taste the shame of failure again.
"Go back to fight! Let these Soviets see how powerful our Italian Roman Legion is!" Donatello grabbed the arm of a soldier who had discarded his armor and shouted loudly with all his strength: "We can win! We It is the heroic Italian Expeditionary Force!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Second Lieutenant, I have to get out of here. There are too many Soviets." The soldier broke away from Donatello's pull, and then stumbled towards the road leading to "alive". It seemed very bright there, and seemed to represent hope.
Donatello hesitated for a moment, then took a step in that direction, and then he suddenly felt that doing so made him lose his last bit of honor, so he stopped and stood up slightly involuntarily.
"Boom!" The gunshots came from nowhere, and Donatello felt his head was hit by a hammer, and then the boundless darkness enveloped all the surrounding scenery.
A few minutes later, the last Italian battalion of front-line defense troops was wiped out. They used their actual actions to prove that Italy is not all cowards.
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