Chapter 847 Kill All Indians

Rush, Rush, Rush!

The Italian soldiers rushed towards the British position in one go. At this time, they didn't know that the Indians were on the opposite side. The enemy's position was right in front of them. As long as they rushed forward, victory!

There were people falling down all the time. At this time, they couldn't care about so much. They only knew how to rush forward. At the same time, the submachine guns in their hands were constantly firing.

All of them were automatic weapons, and they had a very strong suppression force. The opposing positions were quickly overwhelmed and unable to lift their heads. Then, they rushed into each other's trenches!

It's that simple!

The sound of the submachine gun continued to sound. In the trenches, the submachine gun is the most suitable equipment. This is the experience gained from the beginning of World War I.

Now, the Italian soldiers are even more powerful.

Donatello was holding his submachine gun, pouring fire continuously, he had killed the two soldiers on the opposite side, and he could see clearly by the light of the fire.

The other party is not wearing a military cap, and his head is surrounded by a white cloth. At the same time, his skin is darker. These people are Indians!

"It's an Indian soldier!" Donatello shouted: "Let's kill all these Indians!"

There has never been a battle that has been fought so happily. As Italian soldiers, the most common thing for them is to fight when they are weak and run when they are strong. It is obviously a regular army, and they fight like the guerrillas.

But tonight, they had a great time playing, they took the initiative to attack, they occupied each other's positions, they were constantly destroying the enemy, this feeling, it was a kind of pride from the bottom of my heart as a soldier, this pride , has never happened before.

It turns out that he can also play like the Germans!

"Da!" Just as he shouted, an Indian soldier had already rushed towards him fiercely! He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't go off, only the sound of the spring and firing pin inside.

No, the bullet is gone!

Automatic weapons are very comfortable to use, but their firepower depends on the magazine, and the number of bullets in it is limited after all.

Damn it!

He could have easily eliminated the opponent, but now, he has no bullets, and he has no time to reach for the magazine from the bullet bag behind him, because the opponent has already pounced!

The opponent was using a British standard Lee Enfield rifle with a bayonet dozens of centimeters long at the front of the muzzle. At this time, the opponent was holding a long spear in both hands and stabbed it fiercely!

At this time, Donatello's mind was blank, with only one word printed, death.

He has a submachine gun in his hand, which is less than half the length of the opponent, so he can't fight against the opponent at all. Now, due to the sudden occurrence, his body has become rigid, and he has forgotten the basic movements of evasion. The opponent stabbed.

The bayonet was about to pierce his body. When the bayonet was pulled out, countless blood would be sprayed out. After that, he would slowly die in the blood. This process was very painful.

At this moment, suddenly, in the light of the exchange of fire, a figure flashed out.

It was the disfigured German major!

I saw the German major turned sideways, came from the side, grabbed the opponent's gun barrel with his left hand, and moved his right hand so skillfully that the bayonet on it was removed!

The Indian soldier hesitated and wanted to pull the gun back, but the German major's figure was even faster. He pulled hard with his left hand, and the Indian soldier's body rushed over. Then, he held the bayonet in the backhand of his right hand and used it as a dagger. to the opponent's throat.

In the dark night sky, under the light of the exchange of fire, the bayonet was so striking, Donatello watched helplessly as the bayonet slashed, and blood came out from the opponent's neck. If it was like a broken water pipe, Blood spurted out.

The German major not only cut his throat, but also cut off the aorta on the side.

This action is really pleasing to the eye. It turns out that this kind of hand-to-hand combat is also beautiful.

Throwing away the bayonet, the German major skillfully took out a drum from the ammunition pocket on his chest with his right hand, pulled the rifle that was straddling his side forward, and reloaded the bullet.

Just now, he found out that the situation here was abnormal and wanted to help, but his drums were also exhausted, and it was too late to replace them with new drums, so he took the risk of melee combat.

If it is an elite British native soldier, maybe he is still in danger, but it is too easy to deal with such Indian soldiers.

Donatello watched it all, the German major, saved his life!

"Major, my life will be yours from now on!" Donatello said: "I owe you my life!"

"Stop talking nonsense, change the magazine, and fight!" The German major ignored him. On the battlefield, what did the mother-in-law do! Every second decides life and death, and it can't be delayed at all!

Donatello watched the German major change the drum, and then continued to fire the assault rifle in his hand, killing the two machine gunners hidden in the distance, and then went to help the Italian soldier who was in trouble.

This is the real warrior! Donatello mustered up the courage, as a soldier, to be such a soldier!

After coming from the gate of hell, Donatello suddenly found that he was not afraid of anything. He charged with a submachine gun and rushed into the Indian soldiers.

What are you afraid of! No weapons? Teeth can bite the enemy to death!

Now, Donatello has deeply understood the words of the German major.

On the entire battlefield, the fight was very fierce.

Relying on the sudden attack and the close hand-to-hand combat, the position of the Indian army was eroded little by little. At the same time, the news of the sneak attack here also reached the headquarters of Montgomery.

At this point, Montgomery was reviewing for the day's combat while deploying for tomorrow's mission.

"Our Sherman tanks are still unable to block the German tank guns, so I suggest that we pile sandbags in front of the tanks to increase protection," Montgomery said.

The tanks supported by the Americans lost most of them in one day today, and tomorrow, they still need to continue fighting!

Therefore, experience must be learned and then improved.

Originally, the Americans patted their chests and said that the armor of this kind of tank is already thick enough. A 30-ton tank is absolutely against the sky, but as a result, it still can't hold it!

What to do then? Of course, we have continued to increase the protection. Now it is impossible to temporarily add armor to the tank. Simply use the earth method and add sandbags in front!

"Our tank guns can't penetrate the German tanks." The commander of the tank unit on the side continued to be extremely depressed.