An American m4 Sherman tank rumbling and drove past the burning tank wreckage. On the wreckage of smoke, the white five-pointed star was vaguely visible. Not far away, the body of a tank soldier was also on the ground.

The plan to break into Damanhul was not going well at the beginning. The tanks of the Independent Armored Brigade of the United States, North Africa were fiercely attacked by German paratroopers on the road. Iron Fist rockets were fired from hidden places, and one American tank after another was destroyed on the road of attack. Within just an hour, the US military lost more than 40 tanks and almost the same number of armored vehicles.

Patton's plan to divide and encircle the German paratroopers completely failed later. Although the attack of the independent armored brigade caused huge casualties, the entire defense line outside Damanhul was still firmly controlled by the German paratroopers, and even some less important defensive positions were not thrown to the Americans.

"Fire!" A hidden German paratrooper machine gun position suddenly roared, and the black muzzle pointed at the flank of the American soldiers. The unique sound of tearing the linen suddenly burst out with this roar, and the bullets were fired at the helpless American soldiers like raindrops.

The bullets hit the flesh and blood, and bright red flowers bloomed. American soldiers fell one after another on the street. More than a dozen people lost their lives in an instant. Soon the American soldiers also began to fight back with rifles, and the bullets also hit the German machine gun positions.

"Damn it! These Americans are much more powerful than the British, and their weapons are also automatic, bastard!" A German veteran retracted behind the pile of rubble with his helmet. While cursing his opponent, he pulled a grenade from his chest and stuffed it into his mouth and bit the safety ring. When the Americans were shooting, he immediately threw out the grenade and then retracted back to his cover again: "Try this, idiots!"

"Boom!" With an explosion, sand and soil rose up and flew into the trenches. The veteran picked up his mp-44 assault rifle and opened fire violently at the smoke-filled place.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The bullet flew into the dust, and then the screams of two American soldiers came. Obviously, this shooting was very successful. He hit at least two enemies. However, as the American soldiers also shot the bullet at him, a piece of smoke immediately rose beside him.

"Garland! Damn Garland rifle!" The weapons in the hands of the Americans have long been familiar to German soldiers. Because their performance is very similar to the German G43 semi-automatic rifle, many Germans think that it is the best rifle in the hands of Americans. However, in fact, Americans also have carbines and submachine guns, not only one weapon.

As the bullet hit the rubble of the ruins, a grenade rolled into this small foxglove pit. Without thinking, the German veteran kicked the grenade that was still rolling slightly out of the trench. Before the grenade could land again, it exploded in mid-air.

However, not far away, another grenade exploded in the trenches of German paratroopers, causing two German soldiers to fly away. The American heavy machine gun on the other side of the road also began to roar, hitting the ruins and sputtered a spark. A German soldier was hit in the arm and fell to the ground and called out loudly.

Not only the Germans were praising the quality of American soldiers, but the Americans on the opposite side were also frightened by the crazy fighting style of the Germans. For a long time, American soldiers and German soldiers fought in the desert. Everyone was like the chivalrous spirit, fighting a very gentlemanly and rules-based battle. If they could fight, they would advance. The other party would not waste their troops to defend their lives, and retreat if they could not defeat them. At most, they would surrender. Not like today, they would be like this for a piece of ruins that had long lost value.

In this small neighborhood, the Americans have lost no less than 200 soldiers. I believe that no matter how small the losses of the German paratroopers on the other side will be killed more than 40 people. In this way, the two sides have already fought for the troops with more battalions in order to compete for these broken houses. What is even more hopeless is that the battle continues and there is no intention of ending.

Two American tanks that were put in by German infantry were soon ambushed by German anti-tank snipers near a corner. The thin armor on the side was quickly penetrated under the attack of the iron fist rocket launcher. The tanker on it was killed by the sniper and riflemen before they could climb out of the tank. Just a few minutes later, the two tanks that were still showing off their power were paralyzed on the street corner with blue smoke.

Although the Japanese small tanks show off their power on the Chinese battlefield, in fact, in the army with training and high cultural level, the fear of tank attacks is very mild, especially in street fighting. Many German weapons can pose a threat to the opponent's tanks. What's more, the Americans are facing German paratroopers now, a unit that goes deep behind enemy lines, facing any enemy weapons and equipment alone.

Looking at the proof of his battalion's defense, the American infantry who was suppressed in the minefield and the three tanks with tracks that had been broken, he knew that the Americans would not be able to break through their defense in this battle. At least the hidden heavy machine gun position and the paratrooper fighting vehicle were not exposed. There were still many forces in his hand that could continue to defend.

Sure enough, the Americans' attack completely stopped with the gradual sparse gunfire. A large group of American soldiers slowly retreated along the road they rushed in, abandoned some of the occupied outer positions, and left hundreds of corpses.

Before the Germans could celebrate their victory, the Americans could not catch up with the battle on the front line, but the large-caliber artillery troops nearby here launched the most dense shells one by one and landed on the German positions one by one, blowing up the buildings that were originally blown into ruins by bombers again. The craters were covered by new craters before they were filled. The ruins were replaced by new craters before they could be cleaned up. German soldiers curled up beside the rubble, waiting for such dense artillery fire to gradually pass.

Boro used his hand to knock down the dust on the steel helmet, and gently hit the dust on the map twice. Just now, a shell hit the enemy not far from his command center and killed a battalion personnel. Fortunately, his battalion was safe and sound, but a lot of dust was shaken down.

Climbing out of the ruins and dust, before dusting off the body, the German soldiers were shocked to find that the American tanks were only a few dozen meters away from them. In a daze, the heading machine gun in front of the American tanks highlighted the fierce tongue of flames, knocking several at a loss to the ground.

However, the American infantry that followed did not end up well. The German machine gun position on one side suddenly opened fire, and bullets flew into the crowd of American soldiers from the flank. Before anyone could react, more than a dozen American soldiers closed their eyes forever. The German machine gun fire rate was too fast, which resulted in the fact that these American soldiers who were hit were not even necessary to rescue them.

An American soldier who watched his companion's head cut by a machine gun was frightened to death. Before he could lie down, he was smashed by a flying bullet to his shoulders. Before he could fall down with the huge impact, he was hit by another bullet in his chest. Then he saw the tracer bullet passing through his armpit and piercing another person's belly.

The soldier was still conscious when he fell to the ground. His eyes, which had not had time to close, were shot and fell down like his companions. He watched the platoon leader who was training them severely, and his stomach was pierced by bullets, wounds gushing out of his intestines, and blood rolled all over the floor... When he felt the pain, he closed his eyes and then everything was away from him.

"I don't have reinforcements for you. I have 5 soldiers here, which are my last reserve." Borool held up his phone and said helplessly to the company commander of the 1st Company who was hysterically requesting reinforcements on the front line. There were 470 people in a battalion, including the dead soldiers of the logistics team, 95 people have been killed in battle. Even Borool didn't know why the Americans attacked here so wildly. When he was parachuting, he thought there would be no decent battle here.

Now he knew why his paratroopers had to strengthen anti-tank firepower, and now he knew why he carried more ammunition when he was parachuting than he ate, because except for the optimistic paratroopers themselves, everyone knew that what was going to break out here would be a cruel battle, a desperate battle of life and death.

Less than 5 hours after the war started, he had already run out of the reserve team. Boroll could not imagine how fierce the battle would be waiting for him next. After putting down the phone and microphone, he arrested him and called the regiment headquarters: "Captain, I am Boroll. The opponent's attack is too fierce. I request reinforcements."

"The troops that reinforce you will set out in 3 hours, and you can only rely on yourself to hold on to the remaining 3 hours. I have to briefly tell you a bad news. The Americans are trying to surround the entire Damanhul, and the defense line we have to stick to is getting longer and longer." The regiment commander didn't seem to have a good time, as if the battle had reached the most tragic ** at the beginning.
Chapter completed!