My Third Empire

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Dammamhur, this is the only road from Cairo, Egypt to Alexandria, is an important transportation hub. There is a main railway line that leads to Cairo and even the hinterland of Egypt. It is one of the important material hoarding sites behind the Allied forces. However, there has just been a baptism of 600 tons of aviation bombs, and the fire has not been completely extinguished.

On the streets of the ruined Egyptian town of Dammamhur, a team of German paratroopers was sitting on the side of the road nibbling food. These soldiers were carrying weapons and bags and had just arrived here shortly. There was a huge crater beside them, and there was still a little heat inside. Many corpses of civilians were piled up next to the crater, and it was not time to clean it.

The butcher bomber dropped all the bombs he carried here, which is also the best way to ensure the safety of the German paratroopers after airborne. The entire city system is destroyed, but whether it is General Studen or other generals, I believe Good soldiers can always find what they want in the ruins.

A city with a population of more than one hundred thousand should have run away when the war spread to Alexandria. After the bomber bombing, the area is as quiet as the dead zone. Occasionally, the crackling sound of burning can be heard, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

The bustling neighborhood is now as terrible as hell, and the German paratroopers are using all they can find to strengthen the nearby defensive positions. They used collapsed houses as bunkers, and traps and fire points were placed everywhere. The entire city was transformed into a murderous palace in the hands of these experienced soldiers. Every position seemed to exist to kill more people.

"Take people and bury these dozen mines over there! Yes! It's the side of the debris. The other party's tanks and infantry may appear over there!" Borol was analyzing his defense area with the deputy battalion commander. Each firepower configuration, saw a company commander walked in, immediately pointed to a dozen anti-infantry mines placed under his feet, and said.

There are not many types of weapons and equipment used by paratroopers to fight. In most cases, only the gun in their hands can be used, but this does not mean that they only rely on rifles to fight. For example, now the people in the division have found allied settings In an ammunition depot in Dammamhur, 5,000 mines were found intact.

So this batch of arms was distributed as ammunition supplements to all front-line combat troops. Borol ’s battalion was the main force of frontal defense. It was divided into 300 such mines. He was already on the flanks and fronts of his troops. A huge minefield was laid out, and the remaining mines are now used as fillers, buried in the joint part of several successive positions.

Several 75mm short-barreled infantry guns of the battalion have been arranged for launching positions, and some shelters and bunkers have been set as cover. After all, these paratroopers are veterans who have experienced **** battles in Crete. They have no counterattacks. At that time, I was used to spending all my time to strengthen my defensive position.

"Clear up the back of several machine gun positions. After all, we don't have many heavy weapons in our hands." Borol drew a few times on the book with a pencil, representing the 13mm heavy machine gun positions of several battalions. These firepower are used to suddenly open fire to suppress the opposing forces. Of course, they can also deal with targets such as light tanks and armored vehicles.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, Borol pointed to a distant place and said to the deputy battalion commander: "Informed the battalion's logistics team to distribute one-third of the grenades and machine gun ammunition, as estimated in the plan, Americans may be here soon. "

Even before his words fell to the ground, the dust was raised not far away. A barrel truck still painted with gray paint rolled up the dust and drove from the distance, and the soldiers on the vehicle shook back and forth with the vibration. , But the helmets and clothing show that they are soldiers of the German paratroopers reconnaissance force.

Before the car was stable, the soldiers above shouted loudly: "The enemy is only less than 5 kilometers away from here. I think you have to speed up and hide, don't be found by the enemy. There are a lot of There is too much dust in the tank, and you ca n’t see the situation behind. This is really not a good enemy. "

"You ran back so fast, you must have seen the buttocks by the enemy?" Borol smiled and threw the cigarette he carried with him to these brothers who were desperately investigating. The other party was obviously very sympathetic and took the two bullets with him. The box stayed.

"I think you need help, so I brought it with me." On the other side of the road, a paratrooper tank equipped with a 75mm cannon came over. The front of the tank was filled with sandbags and yellow sandbags. The gap was also filled with sand, and as soon as the vehicle started, there was sand falling from the gap.

Soldiers on the battlefield always try to make themselves alive. They give up any opportunity, even if it is a blank piece of paper. As long as there is a chance, they will find a way to cushion it in the direction that the bullet may fly.

"Thank you for coming to support us. Over there, we left a low wall. There is an old house that can be hidden behind. The roof is gone. If you need it, I will let someone help you put the courtyard wall behind. Demolition. "Borol pointed to the smoking house over there, which had collapsed, leaving walls on all sides, and he refused to fall down stubbornly.

"Thank you very much, I'm trying to help you kill all the enemy tanks before retreating." The commander of the paratrooper tank nodded with a smile, and then knocked on the edge of the open turret of the paratrooper tank, and delivered it loudly. The command: "Go to the house over there, we set up a defensive position there."

"Hey! Downer, you call the platoon leader of 1 row and 2 rows. I need him to arrange a cover team to arrange a cover position around the paratrooper chariot. Move quickly. Our time is running out!" Bo After Roll explained his mission, he ran to the location of the camp.

There he also prepared four iron fist anti-tank teams, and now he must arrange all these teams to paralyze the American tanks in the first time, otherwise the infantry under his hands may have to pay extremely heavy The price can prevent the opponent from advancing.

"Okay! Gentlemen! You can't make a fire when you enter the trenches. Open the cans and fried noodles. Eat your stomach before the battle. It is estimated that this battle will take a long time, so don't starve to death." Borol carried his branch very much Let the Mauser 98k rifle he didn't like walk past his defensive positions, shouting loudly: "Ready to fight!"

When walking back to the camp, looking at the dust rising in the sky, Borol knew that the distance between the other party was very close. He pulled open a bag of fried noodles, unscrewed the kettle, and ate a bite of noodles and water. To be honest, the fried noodles have some odor, and there is also a faint smell of gasoline in the water, which is not very delicious in the mouth, but he still eats very carefully, as if this is a French meal.

The Germans used vacuum packaging technology in order to keep the spoiled noodles for a longer period of time. However, because of the large number and the lack of advanced processing technology, many vacuum packaging were damaged during transportation and storage. Eating better food depends entirely on luck.

"It's really an unpopular enemy." Swallowing a bit of fried noodles, Borol looked at the surface of his leather boots full of sand and smiled bitterly. Although it is already October, the temperature during the day is still very high here. In order to maintain moisture, he also wears a windbreaker-style desert yellow raincoat. It can be imagined how uncomfortable it is.

Originally I heard that General Rommel fought in the desert for thousands of miles, how pitiful it was to fight the enemy. After all, he had never experienced this kind of hardship. Now he only knows how desperate it is to fight in the desert. .

He raised his binoculars and leaned over his eyes to see where the Americans would appear. An American tank over there had already appeared on the horizon. There is nothing strange about the m3lee tanks seen in Britain. Large stuffing, nicknamed "iron chimney". But who knows what is behind this tank, because Borol saw the second American tank, and then the third.

Grabbing the new portable field phone of the battalion, Borol smiled and said to the other end of the silence: "The discovery of the U.S. armored forces, the battle will start in a few minutes! Long live the head of state!"

"Good luck to you! Long live the heads of state!" Over the phone, the commander's voice came over, very clear.

Soon a staff member, with intelligence, knocked on the door of a private house in the center of Dammamhur. This is the headquarters of the German paratroopers and the temporary front of General Studen. The other room outside the door was full of radio equipment and huge antennas were hidden between the ruins. Everything looked the same as the surrounding debris.

"General! The news from the frontline troops has revealed that US troops, many tanks, and the battle is about to start." The staff handed over the information to the father of the German paratrooper, General Studen, the highest commander of the paratroopers.

Steudent took the report, then looked up and looked out of the window, and said: "The announcement was made to the whole army that Student was with all paratroopers in Dammamhur and never left early! Long live the head of state! ! "

A rifle stretched out of the muzzle from the ruins, and not far away another rifle also aimed at its enemies. German paratroopers crawled between the rubble and the ruins, and a pair of determined eyes stared at the American soldiers in the distance. , They are integrated into the ruins, they are like corpses that have lost consciousness, but only when they are extremely close to them, they can find their eyelashes beating slightly.