Chapter 664

Damanhur, which is the only way from Cairo to Alexandria, is an important transportation hub. There is a railway trunk line connecting Cairo and even the hinterland of Egypt. It is one of the important material storage sites in the rear of the Allied forces. However, it has just experienced the baptism of 600 tons of air bombs, and now the fire has not been completely extinguished.

A team of German Paratroopers sits on the roadside of Damanhur, an important Egyptian town in ruins, gnawing at their food. The soldiers, armed and packed, had just arrived here. There was a huge crater beside them. There was a little heat in it. There were many civilian bodies beside the crater, which had not been cleaned up yet.

The butcher bombers dropped all the bombs they carried here, which was the best way to ensure the safety of German Paratroopers after parachuting. The whole city system was destroyed, but both general Stuart and other military generals believed that good soldiers could always find what they wanted in the ruins.

When the war spread to Alexandria, the city with a population of more than 100000 should be almost empty. Now, after the bombardment of bombers, it's as quiet as the dead zone. Occasionally, you can hear the crackling sound of burning, which makes you feel uncomfortable.

The bustling streets are now as hideous as hell, and the German Paratroopers are using all they can find to reinforce the nearby defensive positions. They use collapsed houses as shelters, and set traps and fire points everywhere. The whole city has become a killing palace in the hands of these experienced soldiers, and every position seems to exist to kill more people.

"Take people and bury more than ten mines over there! yes! That's the side of the rubble. The tanks and infantry of the other side may be there! " Borol was analyzing the configuration of each firepower point in his defense area with the deputy battalion commander. When he saw a company commander coming in, he immediately pointed to a dozen anti infantry mines under his feet and said.

Paratroopers don't have many kinds of weapons and equipment for fighting. Most of the time, they only have the gun in their hands to use, but that doesn't mean they only rely on rifles for fighting. For example, now, the division's personnel have found an ammunition depot set up by the Allied forces in Damanhur and found 5000 mines in it.

As a result, this batch of ammunition was used as ammunition supplement and distributed to all front-line combat forces. As the main force of front-line defense, borol's battalion was assigned a total of 300 such mines. He had already laid a huge minefield on the flank and front of his troops, and the remaining mines were now used as fillers and buried in the joint part of several company positions.

Several 75mm short barrel infantry guns of the battalion have been arranged to launch, and some shelters and bunkers have been set up as cover. After all, these paratroopers are veterans who have experienced bloody battles in Crete. They are used to strengthening their defensive positions at all times when there is no enemy counterattack.

"Clean up the rear positions of several machine guns. After all, we don't have many heavy weapons." Borol drew a few pencil strokes on his notebook, representing several battalions of 13mm heavy machine gun positions. These fires are used to suddenly fire to suppress the other party's large forces, and of course 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, "inform the logistics team of the battalion headquarters to distribute one third of the grenades and machine gun ammunition. According to the plan, the Americans may arrive here soon."

Before his words fell to the ground, dust rose not far away. A bucket car with gray coating rolled up the dust and drove over from a distance. The soldiers on the car swayed back and forth with the vibration, but the helmets and clothes showed that they were soldiers of the German paratrooper Reconnaissance Force.

Before the car was stable, the soldiers on it began to shout out: "the enemy is only less than 5 kilometers away from here. I think you have to speed up and hide, so as not to be found by the enemy. There are a lot of tanks. There is too much sand and dust. We can't see the situation behind. It's really not a good enemy here. "

"You came back so fast that you must have been seen by the enemy?" With a smile, borol threw the cigarettes he was carrying to these brothers who were playing with their lives to investigate. Obviously, the other side was very appreciative and left the two magazines he was carrying.

"I think you need help, so I came with it." On the other side of the road, a paratrooper chariot equipped with 75mm caliber artillery came. The front of the chariot was full of sandbags, and the gap of the Yellow sandbags was filled with sand. As soon as the car started, sand fell from the gap from time to time.

Soldiers on the battlefield always try to survive. They will give up any chance, even a piece of white paper. As long as they have the chance, they will try to put it in the direction where the bullet may come.

"Thank you for coming to support us. Over there, we left a low wall. There is an old house in the back where we can hide. The roof is gone. If you need help, I'll ask someone to tear down the wall in the back." Borol pointed to the smoking house over there, which had collapsed, left four walls, and refused to fall.

"Thank you so much. I'll try to kill all the enemy tanks for you before we retreat." The commander of the paratrooper chariot nodded with a smile, then knocked on the edge of the open turret of the paratrooper chariot and gave a loud order: "drive to the house over there, we'll set up defensive positions there."

"Hey! Donald, go and call the platoon leader of the first company and the second platoon. I need him to arrange a cover team to set up a cover position around the paratroopers. Hurry up. We don't have much time! " After borol finished his assignment, he ran to the camp. He also prepared four iron fisted anti tank teams there. Now he has to arrange these teams to paralyze the American tanks in the first time. Otherwise, his infantry alone may have to pay a heavy price to stop the opponent from advancing“ okay! Gentlemen! Go into the trenches. Don't make a fire. Open the can and fried noodles. If you have enough to eat before fighting, it is estimated that this battle will last a long time, so don't starve to death. " With his Mauser 98K rifle, which he didn't like very much, borol walked through his defensive positions one by one, shouting: "ready to fight!" When he went back to the camp, looking at the dust in the sky, borol knew that the distance was very close. He opened a bag of fried noodles, unscrewed the kettle, and ate it with a mouthful of water. To be honest, the fried noodles had a peculiar smell, and there was a faint smell of gasoline in the water, which was not very delicious in his mouth, but he still ate it very carefully, It's like this is a French meal. In order to keep the perishable fried noodles for a longer time, the German army used the vacuum packaging technology. However, because of the large quantity and the less advanced processing technology, many vacuum packages were damaged in the process of transportation and storage. Therefore, whether the front-line soldiers can eat better food depends on their luck“ It's really a disliked enemy breaker. " Swallowing a mouthful of fried noodles, borol looks at the surface of his boots, which are already full of sand, and grins bitterly. Although it's October, the temperature is still very high during the day here. In order to keep moisture, he is still wearing a desert yellow raincoat of windbreaker style. You can imagine how uncomfortable it is. It was said that general Rommel had been fighting thousands of miles in the desert, and how pitiful he was to fight the enemy. After all, he had never experienced the difficulty. Now he knows how desperate it is to fight in the desert. He raised his telescope to his eyes and looked at the position where the Americans would appear. There was an American tank on the horizon. There was nothing unusual about it. The m3lee tank, with thin skin and big stuffing and nicknamed "tin chimney", had been seen in Britain. But who knows what else is behind the tank, because borore saw the second American tank, and then the third. Grabbing the battalion's new portable field phone, borol smiles and says to the other end of the silence, "find the U.S. armored forces, and the battle will start in a few minutes! Long live the Fuehrer“ Good luck! Long live the Fuehrer On the other side of the phone, the voice of the team leader came over, very clear. Soon a staff officer, with information, knocked on the door of a house in the center of Damanhur, which was the German paratrooper general headquarters and the front-line temporary headquarters of general Stuart. The other room outside the door was filled with radio equipment, huge antennas hidden among the ruins, and everything looked the same as the surrounding debris“ general! According to the news from the front-line troops, it has been found that the US troops, many tanks, are about to start fighting. " The staff gave the information to the father of the German Paratroopers and the top commander of the paratroopers, general Stuart. Stewart took the report, then looked up out of the window and said, "announce to the whole army that Stewart will stay with all the paratroopers in damanhuer and never leave early! Long live the Fuehrer A rifle stretched out its muzzle from the ruins, and another rifle not far away also aimed at its own enemy. German Paratroopers crawled between the rubble and the ruins, with pair by pair of determined eyes staring at the American soldiers in the distance. They were integrated with the ruins. They were like unconscious corpses, but only very close to them, To find their eyelashes beating slightly.