Chapter 668

"Give my orders! All artillery, fire now! Give me all the shells in Damanhur! The troops gather at once, attack! Give it to me. Take Damanhur! Don't let go of a German paratrooper. Step on this damned place! " Patton clenched his teeth, clenched his fist and said angrily.

"General, if we spend more time with these paratroopers, we may not be able to leave." The staff officer said anxiously that the intelligence in his hand proved that the opponent was not far away from here. If he continued to consume it, the whole 8th Army would be buried here. It's not just him, it's Barton.

Patton waved his hand and interrupted the staff officer. As he walked out of his armored command vehicle, he explained, "I'm not losing my mind. I'm just consuming the German army as much as possible... I'm not reconciled to our leaving. If, if the German Paratroopers can't hold on first, we are not defeated, isn't it? "

He stepped out of the car and stepped on the sand to feel the heat from the soles of his shoes. He was only a short distance away from Cairo, but now he felt as if thousands of miles away. The whole of Egypt may no longer belong to the British, nor to the Americans.

For the German Paratroopers, the final test has finally come, but this test is more difficult and more tragic for the previous ones. Rommel's telegram arrived in Stuart's hands an hour ago. When he received the telegram, he almost wept with joy, because the German Paratroopers he regarded as treasures didn't need to dry their blood in a place called Damanhur. Stuart won the battle in the end.

The telegram was circulated to almost every German soldier, and everyone knew that the American soldiers who surrounded them would not be rampant for long. But it's a pity that before everyone cheered for victory, American shells rained on their heads. At the beginning, the statisticians of the division used cartridge cases to count the number of shells fired by the US * team. Every time they heard the sound of a gun, they threw a used cartridge case into the woven bag. As a result, now they can't count the explosion of shells. We have to grab a cartridge case and put it into the woven bag to estimate the number of shells fired by the Americans.

It is only today that borol knows that although the battle he has experienced before is fierce, it is far less than what he has to experience today. He held his gun tightly, held his helmet and crouched in the trench, waiting for the intensive artillery attack. But time seemed to solidify for him. He never felt that time passed so slowly.

If the usual shelling makes people live like a year, now the American shelling makes people feel as if they are already in hell. From time to time, people around them scream that they are hit by shrapnel, but they are just covered up by the dense gunfire. Borol felt that if he was allowed to attack the American position now, he would not hesitate to carry it out, as long as he was allowed to leave this constantly exploding hell.

Recruits are afraid of shelling, veterans are more afraid of light machine guns, but for endless shelling, everyone is afraid. Borol knew that the Americans would probably go away with their tails between their legs after this shelling, but he still kept praying for the end of it.

"My God, are Americans crazy? "Don't you try to shoot all the shells on our side?" Behind him, Donna, also crouched in the corner, muttered helplessly. He had just been hit by a shell nearby, and half of his legs were buried in the sand.

"Americans! They're attacking! Everyone, get ready to fight A German paratrooper in the front position saw the tanks and infantry that the Americans touched with the artillery fire. This time, it was like an ant moving. Everyone knows that the Americans are struggling for the last time, but for the German Paratroopers, the strength of the last struggle is a bit too much for them.

"If you persuade us to surrender, it's over for you to surrender honestly? A bunch of assholes As soon as borol pulled the bolt of his gun and heard the crash, he carefully put his head out of the foxhole. Not far away, as expected, the US * team was following the tank. It seemed that there was at least one battalion.

"Our battalion commander was hit by a machine gun. We couldn't hold it for more than ten minutes. We ran out of ammunition and couldn't keep up. The whole battalion lost nearly 200 people." A paratrooper who retreated from the front line was very depressed. He followed hundreds of German soldiers to the position on the side of borol. At least 500 Americans were killed, but he still didn't mean to step back.

"Form a new defensive position behind us, and arrange people to get ammunition from the division headquarters. The speed should be fast! Help us get some. I guess we can only last half an hour. " Borol patted the young German soldier on the shoulder and said seriously, "go

"Fire!" In a machine gun position not far away, the German command was heard very clearly. When the machine gun suddenly opened fire, it knocked down a large number of American soldiers. However, the US * team also followed suit, and the two sides launched a firepower competition at close range. An American machine gunner was immediately riddled with German bullets.

However, the machine gun on the tank soon joined the battle. The German machine gun position was easily suppressed by the other side. The bullets splashed a white mist in the sand. The machine gun was soon hit as a part. The shooter and the Deputy shooter were hit at the same time, and fell into the foxhole with blood on their face“ son of a gun! Get the anti tank team ready to attack Borol told Donna around him: "go to inform the people of the third company, get ready for the ring position, the other party's tanks are coming up!" As he said, he picked up the walkie talkie beside him: "2 companies? Hello? Hello? Talk, is it 2 company? I'm hirol, move your men to the left, get out of position and prepare for flank attack! what? Your company commander is dead? Who's in charge? Give me orders! At once In a rage, borol lost his phone. When he looked back for Donner, he found that he had not come back. So he had to hold up the telescope hanging on his chest and carefully look at what happened in the position not far in front of him, where the American tanks had run over the trench, and some American soldiers were firing weapons into the trench, which should have been the core position of the second company, An American tank is burning and exploding“ Even if we all die, Germany will live forever A German soldier may have shot his ammunition, so he carried a shovel with trenches and shouted slogans to rush to the American troops. He soon got shot through his chest and knelt on the ground. The Americans continued to shoot, and the bullet fell on the body, until the body finally fell. Long live the Fuehrer A German paratrooper suddenly jumped up from an American tank and threw three or four grenades into the crevice of the American tank. After a continuous explosion, the tank in the smoke gradually stopped, and a stream of black smoke came out from the position of the engine. As the flames burned, the Americans in the tank finally ran out in panic, and soon the tank exploded. Borol had to grab the walkie talkie again, sobbing with tears: "who else is listening in company 2? Talk! I'm borol. I order you to retreat. I order you to retreat! Is anyone there“ battalion commander! We still have people in company 2! But our company 2 is here, and the position of company 2 is here. They didn't run, so I don't want to run away. Company 2 has no cowards, right? " On the other side of the walkie talkie, a young voice said with a cry“ Which fool said it was a run away? I'm the battalion commander. I order you to retreat! Hello? Hello, hello? " Borol yelled over and over to the walkie talkie“ I don't know who else is here. I'm the signalman of the 2nd company. I'm ordered by the company commander to stay here. Now I'm going to fight for the head of state until the last moment. God is with Germany! " After the walkie talkie finished this sentence, there was no sound. The gunfire on the position was still going on. It seemed that German soldiers fell down every minute. All of a sudden, a soldier slipped into the foxhole where borol was. Borol was startled: "don't shoot, I'm Donald!" Obviously, the process of the signalman around the battalion commander to find the third company was not smooth. His clothes, which were originally clean, are no different from rags now“ Company 3 is ready to move company 2. " He gasped and stared at borol“ Don't move away, company 2 just lost contact... "Borol said to downer with some frustration:" find a weapon and prepare to fight. Since company 2 has no cowards, I think as their battalion commander, I should fight to the last moment, shouldn't I? " Suddenly, the gunfire became denser, and the 13mm heavy machine gun deployed in a concealed position suddenly opened fire. They had been lying in ambush on the flank of the whole German position. Now they found the time to open fire, so they bravely fired the gunfire from the side. The bullets were concentrated on the American armored vehicles and infantry. In an instant, two American armored vehicles were punctured and set on fire. The large caliber machine guns fired so innocently at close range that they could really threaten the thin tail armor of many armored vehicles.