In a near-suicidal defensive counterattack, Alexandria's troops east of the town managed to repel the Soviets who had entered the town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Supported by a company of reserves, the defensive line of the Beckenbauer regiment was again solidified.

During the short intermission, Colonel Beckenbauer called Major Thomas, handed him a cup of coffee, and humbly asked, "How did you get in touch with the pilots of the naval aviation so that they could support us in time?" ”

Major Thomas drank half a cup of coffee in one go, and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?" Captain. When did I get in touch with someone from naval aviation? ”

"What was the battle going on? You took the initiative to get your troops out and then set off smoke grenades in the town to indicate their targets, if you didn't get in touch with the pilots, why was their support so timely? When did you have such a tacit understanding with them? ”

Major Thomas's black-and-gray face barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Colonel, I just happened to see that group arrive on the battlefield before I could drop the bomb. Instead of letting them struggle to find a target around them on their own, we take the initiative to show them a goal. It just so happened that the Russians had broken through our outer defenses at this time, so I did just that. ”

Colonel Beckenbauer stared at Major Thomas, who had an innocent expression, for half a minute.

"If the men of the naval aviation did not launch the bombing, how are you going to recapture the positions you have abandoned?"

"I'll have to wait for the smoke to clear," Seeing that Colonel Beckenbauer had a tendency to go berserk, Major Thomas hurriedly remedied: "It's just that by the time we counterattack, maybe the Russians have already fled on their own initiative." ”

"Why?" Colonel Beckenbauer asked curiously.

"Napoleon said, don't fight the same enemy too often, or you will teach him all your tactics. Russians, although they are not very good brains, are not idiots either. We fought all day, and we were used to using green smoke bombs to indicate our targets, and the Russians must have noticed it, so I would venture to guess that as soon as we released green smoke east of town, the Russians would think that the bombers were going to bomb there, especially when there were really a lot of bombers circling over our heads, which was a psychological tactic. Major Thomas said.

Colonel Beckenbauer punched Major Thomas in the right shoulder, and Major Thomas cooperated with a grinning image of pain.

"What psychological tactics, you are a gambler's psychology. This method can easily injure one's own people by mistake, so it should be used with caution. ”

After some exchange, Colonel Beckenbauer sent Major Thomas away, then looked at his watch, and then at the sky, which was at least three hours before dark.

In the sky, the battle between the air forces of the two countries continues.

As one of the most critical engagements in the entire battle, Alexandria received the greatest attention from Spudent.

Forty minutes after the distress telegram was sent, a fleet of nearly 100 planes flew into battle.

Colonel Beckenbauer recognized the ME-110 and Stuka among them, not to mention the ME-109 escorting the escort.

ME-110 and Stuka were bombarding Soviet positions on the periphery, and before the planes left, Colonel Beckenbauer knew that the Russians would not attack.

Looking at the warplanes in the sky, listening to the explosions sounding east and south of the town, and thinking of what Major Thomas had just said, Colonel Beckenbauer suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Rushing into the basement, Colonel Beckenbauer shouted: "Send a telegram to General Student at once, I will make a sortie, the time is set for half past four tomorrow morning, and I need the units of naval aviation to make one sortie of the greatest size, the more the better." ”

Inside Pinsk, Spotent looked worriedly at Alexandria's location on the map.

"Colonel Beckenbauer is under a lot of pressure, he said before that if we don't give him enough air support, Alexandria will be lost, it seems that we underestimated the reaction speed of the Russians, they were able to launch a powerful counteroffensive in a day's time, we are short on time."

Admiral Scheer said, "Where is the Governor's Guard?" ”

"Before dark, they will reach Kostobil, which is only twenty kilometers from Alexandria. It's just that it's a relatively large town, and the Russians in it will probably have strong resistance. Our offensive will be thwarted there. And now that the battle has been fought, the Russians should already know our intentions and the route of the march, and I am afraid that they will continue to send new reinforcements there. Tomorrow's day's time, whether we will be able to break through the defenses of the defenders of Stobir is probably unknown. Bootdent said.

"If they really can't hold it, let them retreat, retreat in the direction of Kostobil, and then wait until dawn tomorrow to cooperate with the Polish Governor's Palace Guard to flank Kostobil." Admiral Scheer said.

Spudent coughed lightly and said, "They are paratroopers・・・・・・ they can only march on their legs." ”

Admiral Scheer's face turned red and he was ashamed that he had made a low-level mistake.

A group of paratroopers, who should have had many wounded in them, after a whole day of fighting, marched twenty kilometers overnight to attack Kostobil, and without fighting, these paratroopers were exhausted and exhausted.

Gently patting his head, Admiral Scheer said: "Sorry, I always make plans according to the speed of the march of the armored troops. ”

The two were worried about the situation in Alexandria, when Student's adjutant suddenly sent him a telegram.

"Huh? He wants to take the initiative, where to strike? After reading the telegram, Bootdent said suspiciously.

Pressing the question in his mind, Spudent still carried forward the tradition of mission-oriented command, and did not ask Colonel Beckenbauer too much how he wanted to complete the task, he only wanted the result.

"Looks like I need to have a phone call with General Garand." Student said.

While Bootdent was busy liaising with Colonel Beckenbauer and Garland, Colonel Beckenbauer was doing something that surprised Bootdent in Alexandria.

He decided to retreat.

The paratroopers collected the few remaining agricultural vehicles, wagons, and carts in the town, but the power was replaced by manpower.

Some of the door panels that were still intact were also found in the ruins and used as stretchers.

Under the methodical command of Colonel Beckenbauer, the paratroopers in the town, carrying the wounded, began to retreat in batches, turning into the forest northwest of the town.

After Beckenbauer's troops had withdrawn into the forest, a telegram flew into the city of Pinsk, and the German fighters over the town of Alexandria withdrew from the battlefield one after another, and the air battle that lasted for a day came to an end.

Without the suppression of German naval aviation, the Soviet troops on the southeast side of the town of Alexandria were reactivated, especially artillery and tank units.

With a burst of overwhelming artillery preparations, the Soviet infantry group rushed into the town of Alexandria with an indomitable momentum, and after entering the town, it was found that it was already empty of people.

By this time, it was already approaching night, and the Soviets immediately set up defenses around Alexandria and sent scouts to find the whereabouts of the German paratroopers.

When night fell, Colonel Beckenbauer, noticing that no large Soviet troops were approaching his forest, finally let go of his suspense and turned back to the depths of the forest.

After some anxious waiting, Colonel Beckenbauer finally waited for his long-awaited voice.

Guided by radio waves, a fleet of twelve FA-223 Dragon helicopters flew over the forest, hovering majestically in a clearing in the forest under the cover of night.

Ten helicopters lowered their ropes, and one by one the figures slid nimbly to the ground. On the other two helicopters, a batch of weapons and ammunition was dropped.

Due to the limited space, the twelve helicopters could only land in turn on the open field, load a group of seriously wounded people in turn, and then take off again.

In a tent set up in the middle of the woodland, Colonel Beckenbauer saw the head of the support unit of the 101st Special Air Service Regiment, a captain with a centipede-like scar on his right cheek.

"Mr. Colonel, I am Captain Kahn, and I am ordered to report to you."

Colonel Beckenbauer quickly briefed Captain Kahn on the current situation, and then assigned him a task.

Captain Kahn had a high level of comprehension, and nodded his head again and again under Colonel Beckenbauer's explanation.

"I understand what you mean, Colonel, my task is to make the Russians sleep badly."

"I believe you have this ability, and it's up to you whether you can recapture Alexandria tomorrow."

"Leave it to me, the night is ours." Captain Karn said.

A little more than forty minutes later, Alexandria town was north of town.

Captain Kahn lay on his stomach in a potato field, his head up, binocular, and stared at Alexandria, about five hundred meters away.

With Starlight, he could only faintly see a sentinel wandering around the edge of the town.

The black figure of the sentry, carrying something like a stick, walked between the two houses, which, in Captain Karn's opinion, was no different from suicide.

Closer to Alexandria than Captain Kahn was Lieutenant Barak.

Lieutenant Barak had already felt less than a hundred meters away from the sentry by this time.

Like a panther that melted into the night, Lieutenant Barak approached the sentry meter by meter with his hands and feet, until he was only about thirty meters away from the sentry.

Drawing the PPK pistol pinned to his waist and loading it with a silencer, Lieutenant Barak immediately aimed his gun at the sentry at the entrance of the village.

When the Soviet sentry turned his back to him and took aim for a moment, the silenced pistol in Lieutenant Barak's hand flew out and snorted softly, and the sentry fell to the ground.

Soon, the sentinel's groans of pain rang out, interspersed with cries for help.

The screams were quickly answered, and the town rushed out of the city, first two figures, then three, and a series of Russian-language conversations ensued.

Lieutenant Barak couldn't understand the other party's conversation, and just lay quietly on the ground.

He saw two figures crouching next to the wounded sentry to check on the wounded, and three others with guns, seemingly looking around, looking for where the enemy was.

Lieutenant Barak waved behind him, and a soldier with an unusually long arm raised his hand and threw the M24 grenade in his hand.

The grenade silently flew more than thirty meters and fell near several Soviet soldiers.

At the moment when the flames and explosions suddenly rang out, Lieutenant Barak fired three shots at the three Soviet soldiers at the entrance of the town, and the wails of the Soviet troops at the entrance of the town quickly turned from one to one.

By the time the two men walked away from the scene of the tragedy, the entire town of Alexandria had been awakened.

The town was noisy, flares swayed into the sky, and a large group of Soviet infantry poured out of the town.

All the Soviet troops did not go too far from the entrance of the town, but only rescued the wounded and vigilantly watched the night around them.

After tossing for more than half an hour, after all, no Soviet army dared to leave the town and go deep into the night to check.

Most of the Soviet soldiers returned to the town, and the sentries at each town entrance became double posts.

Flares also rose into the sky one after another, illuminating the entire town as if it were daylight.

Captain Kahn stared at the Soviet sentry at the intersection and waved at the soldiers behind him.

The soldier held a G42 semi-automatic rifle with a scope in his hand, put a sentry into the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang" A crisp gunshot sounded, and the two sentries fell one after the other.

One sentry was killed by a sniper, but the other was witty and fell to the ground.

Captain Kahn ducked to the side, staring at the Soviets at the intersection to see how the Soviets reacted, but what they waited for was a dense burst of gunfire.

A "da-da-da" machine gun rang out, and a rain of bullets landed more than a dozen meters in front of Captain Karn, who hurriedly shrank his body behind a mound of dirt and then rolled to the side.

Machine gun bullets landed in front of Captain Karn's hiding place, then behind him, to the left, and then to the right, and the group of machine gunners only saw the muzzle flames flashing, and they frantically fired at the flashing position.

The machine-gun crew was in full swing when Captain Karn heard two familiar cannon sounds behind him.

Two mortar shells fell one after another near the Soviet machine gun group, and after two explosions, there was no more flame from the muzzle of the machine gun group.

North, west, and northwest of the town were now under the sound of sporadic gunfire and mortars, and occasionally machine guns, and the various combat groups under Captain Kahn's command began to harass in different ways.

The Soviet troops in the town were passively beaten at first, and then countered with machine guns and mortars, firing at places outside the town where there was a flash of fire, but most of them exposed their own location, but instead pointed out the target to the German troops outside the town.

Over the course of a night, when the Soviet troops in the town were harassed and miserable, the officers of the town's defenders used their ultimate weapon.

On the south bank of the Goren River, a dull thunderclap rang out.

Immediately there was a terrifying whistling sound in the air, and a succession of shells landed on the north side of the town of Alexandria, and the night was quickly torn apart by the flames of the explosion.

Heavy artillery fire then shifted from the north to the northwest, then to the west, and all positions where German troops were present were plowed by Soviet artillery.

After tossing for more than half an hour, the Soviet artillery fire stopped, and the night fell silent again.

However, the silence lasted less than twenty minutes, and just as the Soviets in the town thought they could get a good night's sleep, another mortar shell landed in the town of Alexandria・・・・・・ (to be continued). )