"These stupid Germans! Do they think they are made of iron?" An Italian commander put down the telescope in his hand, then knocked on the 75mm caliber anti-aircraft gun beside him, pointing to the German paratroopers who were attacking there and ordered: "Aim in that direction and fire to suppress them!"

"As for orders! Sir!" The Italian artillery nodded and pointed his artillery at the attacking German paratroopers. He shook his handle and aimed the artillery. Then the loaders drew a shell from the shell storage compartment made of steel and concrete and loaded it into the cannon chamber.

"Fire!" With an order, the Italian soldiers who had a clear advantage in heavy weapons fired the cannons in their hands. It turned out that not all Italian defense projects cut corners, at least when the airport was constructed, it was carefully designed and constructed by the Italians.

The shells hit the German paratroopers' attacking crowd, which suddenly caused several paratroopers to fall into a pool of blood. The impact was suppressed by the explosion. The Italian firepower point, which found the substitute shooter, began to roar again after a brief ceasefire, and the German paratroopers' situation became even more difficult.

Borol was anxious to see his soldiers being suppressed by enemy bullets and artillery shells. But he really had no good way to attack as soon as possible and break through the Italian positions. In fact, retreating is also a choice, but unfortunately this choice has been deleted in the German paratrooper dictionary.

"Have you contacted the 2nd Battalion on the west side of the airport? How is their situation?" A row of enemy troops fired craters above Borol's head, and the bullets were flying everywhere. Mars were splashing everywhere. Everyone had to lower their bodies as much as possible to avoid the enemy's firepower.

"Sir! They were also suppressed by the firepower of the Italians. We had not considered that there would be such a tenacious Italian counterattack student." The company commander of the 1st company following Borol said with a wry smile: "They occupy high places and have heavy firepower. Do we have no preparations?"

"Of course there is a plan!" At the same time, a very far away from the place where Borol and his team fought, General Hort smiled and said to his subordinates in a front line command that had just been arranged: "The main reason for not carrying heavy firepower is that our heavy firepower can reach the battlefield at any time!"

"You mean, our support firepower has arrived on the battlefield?" An officer looked at his boss in confusion at first, and then he suddenly realized something and began to smirk on his face: "This is really something that the Italian bastards have suffered."

Just when the first company commander asked Borol if he had any preparations, two Stuka bombers dived from Borol's head. The shrill sound of the fuselage rubbed against the air due to irregularities, accompanied by the sound of a whistle, made the entire German paratrooper feel happy.

This is simply the most wonderful music in the world, because it is a great hymn to save their lives. When a bomb dropped from the belly of the Stuka bomber accurately hit the cement fortifications of an anti-aircraft anti-aircraft gun position, all the German paratroopers cheered, because the wind blowing from the huge explosion was so refreshing, so refreshing that it blew away the gunshots of all the resisters.

Before the Italian defenders could lay down the anti-aircraft guns that opened fire again, the sudden German bomber troops entered the battle. The two Stukas were just the vanguards who stood in front. At this time, behind the two Stukas, at least a dozen Stuka dive bombers whistled down from the clouds, aiming their terrifying noses at their targets.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" The arrogant Italian officer, who had just been arrogant, was already in a hurry at this time. He wanted to go into battle himself and aim the 75mm anti-aircraft gun at the German plane that was raging in the sky. He pushed away his subordinates who were shaking the handle, shook the handle himself, and pointed the cannon's muzzle at the German plane that dropped bombs in the sky.

The Italian defenders, who had just steadily occupied the advantage, have now collapsed and chaotic under such destructive attacks. The so-called resistance has become a complete joke. Not to mention stopping those paratroopers who are like wolves and tigers, they have no ability to escape cannons.

"Aim! Aim at that plane! Knock it down, each person will reward 1ooo no! 3ooo!" The officer shook the cannon's adjustment handle while loudly encouraging his subordinates around him. After hearing this large amount of money, the soldiers also worked very hard and quickly aimed the cannon at a German plane in the distance.

Unfortunately, they did not see behind their heads. The two German Stuka bombers had already pointed their dive route at the permanent anti-aircraft gun position. They began to dive and then pointed the 2o mm cannon on the wings at these unconscious prey.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The German pilots did not receive the order not to attack the Italians. Instead, they carried bombs and filled ammunition, and were ordered to destroy all resistance. So they pulled the trigger of the fire without hesitation and threw the dense bullets at the enemy suppressed by their sights.

Before the Italian defenders on this anti-aircraft gun position could react, they were already covered by a rain of bullets, splashing Mars everywhere, and dense machine guns smashed everything that blocked them from running rampant, including the anti-aircraft gun and the Italians around the anti-aircraft gun.

In just a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The shells smashed the fragile human body into pieces, and blood and minced meat sprayed everywhere. The Italian officer sitting on the cannon felt that his body was hit by a huge force like a hammer. When he opened his eyes, he saw his intestines pouring out of his stomach.

He opened his mouth to shout, but blood was blocking his throat; he wanted to move his body away from the cannon, but one of his legs was a few meters away; he was full of regret, regretting that he shouldn't have come to such an unlucky place and perform such an unlucky task. Then he knew nothing, because his eyes were pitch black, and then he lost all his consciousness.

When the Luftwaffe appeared, the German paratroopers knew that their helpers were coming today, and these helpers could definitely suppress all opponents, because at least they had never seen the Luftwaffe being beaten by their opponents in the sky. In fact, this was true. These bombers quickly destroyed the Italians' defense system and drove the stubborn Italians out of their fortifications.

Borol led his troops to attack forward, and the process went extremely smoothly. The Italians seemed to have realized the importance of their lives in a crazily bombarded. They surrendered in groups and put down their weapons in their hands in the face of the German paratroopers. Although they still had an advantage in numbers, their will to resist had been completely destroyed by the whistling Stuka.

Just like the Dutch and Belgian army almost two years ago, they had never seen this three-dimensional attack tactic from Germany. Today they finally experienced the authentic German air-ground blitzkrieg, and their performance was not much better than the armies of other countries.

When they were allies with the Germans, they just thought that the other party was a cold and reliable ally; now when they were hostile to each other, the Italians finally understood how terrible their ally was when they were enemies.

After shooting down an Italian defender who did not put down his weapons, Borol led his men into the command center of the Italian airport. Several Italian officers inside were dressed very decently, as if they were a group of gentlemen, and handed some documents in his hand to Borol: "Sir, we surrender on behalf of all the soldiers here. This is the inventory list of aircraft, and the list of military personnel. I hope you don't shoot and kill people anymore."

Borol took the documents from the officers, then nodded and said to the surrendered officers: "Now the Third Reich Defense Force is taken over here, I hope you can cooperate!" He spoke in German and did not care whether these Italians understood the sentences he said. Because he knew that the other party only had one thing to understand, that is, don't disobey the rifle in his hand.

These Italians cooperated very well, except for one person. The Italian smiled bitterly and pulled out his pistol, and in front of everyone, he smashed his head with a gun under countless guns. No one knew what he was thinking, because all of this was born too fast and too fast.

Just when the whole of Italy was in chaos, in a small port across the sea from Sicily, an Italian transport ship was docked at the dock. Here were a group of Italian officers and several men in German Wehrmacht uniforms. They were all waiting on the dock, waiting for the transport ship to stop with their hands behind their backs.

The ladder was put down. A soldier in a cloak walked down from the transport ship under the escort of the guards. The Italian general walked over and finally saw the appearance of the visitor under the cap of the cloak. He looked at the other party in surprise, and after a while, he asked himself in surprise: "Why are you here?"

I will continue to make up for updates today. Long Ling has been typing to pay off his debts these days. He is so tired that he dares to ask for monthly tickets!!!

In addition, the third update may be a little late, so everyone can wait for tomorrow morning to watch
Chapter completed!