After praying for his comrades in battle, Lieutenant Batistuta looked back at the shore of the dock behind him, where hundreds of people had landed behind him, most of them were his comrades in a company, and a few were members of the command of Unit N.

With the addition of his comrades-in-arms, Lieutenant Batistuta became even more emboldened.

Aerial photographs he had seen showed an airstrip to the west of the dock office, with some aprons on the west side of the runway, and a navigation lighthouse and surrounding buildings to the west.

Of course, these complexes had been destroyed by the German bombardment and bombardment for five days, and only the ruins remained, but just to be on the safe side, his company still had to control these dilapidated buildings until they had full control of the airfield and ensured the safety of the airfield.

A company of soldiers who had just come ashore moved from swimming to combat mode, following the officers and non-commissioned officers through the dock office and the buildings on the north side, rushing through the airport runway strewn with bomb craters, and swooping down on the buildings on the west side of the runway to expand the size of the landing field.

Major Garibaldi, the commander of Unit N, moved into the complex north of the dock office with members of the command, while Lieutenant Batistuta led his men to conduct armed reconnaissance on the coast to the north.

Because the preparation time for the landing plan was too short, resulting in a lack of intelligence, Major Garibaldi and others could only deduce based on common sense that there must be firing points built underground by the Soviet army on the coast, but they did not know how many of these firing points there were, and where they were located.

In order not to threaten the landing force with these points of fire, Lieutenant Batistuta and his men began the task of searching, marking and suppressing these points of fire.

Starting from the complex, Lieutenant Batistuta and his men opened a line of skirmishers and searched all the way north along the shore, and within five minutes they saw four or five vague figures in the distance standing on the shore looking out into the southeast firefight, and there was a faint sound of speech in the sea breeze.

On the opposite side should be the Soviet troops hiding in bunkers and hearing the sound of fire coming out to check the movement, in short, it can't be their own people.

Without hesitation, he raised the M1938 submachine gun in his hand, and aimed at the figure in front of him was a point shot, and the two figures fell to the ground in response, and the other figures instantly lay down and disappeared into the darkness.

Soon, the darkness on the opposite side shone with the light of the guns as they fired, followed by the sound of "ping-pong" shooting.

The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters, and the sparse fire on the opposite side was quickly suppressed by the Breda 1930 light machine guns of the machine gun group, and then disappeared.

Lieutenant Batistuta and his men charged across this distance, rushing to where the enemy had been standing.

There were two corpses lying on the ground, and below them was a rectangular concrete floor, or to be precise, the roof of a reinforced concrete fire point.

On the west side of the fire point is a flight of stairs that extend into the ground, with a concrete wall on the left side and a fire point on the right.

It is clear that the surviving Soviet troops fled down the steps back inside the firing point.

Lieutenant Batistuta and one of his men cautiously descended the steps, and at the bottom of the steps, only a single iron door was closed.

He reached out and grabbed the handle on the door and tugged hard, the iron door did not move, it was obvious that someone had locked it from the inside.

Not wasting time on the closed iron gate, the lieutenant retreated down the steps to the ground, leaving the deputy platoon commander with a squad of soldiers to eliminate the Soviet troops here, and then marked the approximate location of the next firing point on the map he carried with him.

After making the marking, the lieutenant carried another squad of soldiers over the No. 1 firing point and continued to search along the coast to the north side.

The firing holes at the firing point were facing the sea, so the Soviet troops blocked in the firing point could not threaten them from behind, and the lieutenant was not worried about being attacked by Soviet troops from within the firing point.

Behind him, a sapper pulled out a small packet of explosives from his backpack, installed the fuse, walked down the steps, pasted the explosives to the iron gate of the No. 1 firing point, and then pulled the fuse and ran back to the ground.

A few seconds later, a blinding flash of fire rushed out from under the steps, followed by a violent explosion and billowing smoke.

An infantryman descends to the bottom of the steps again, kicks open the twisted iron door, pulls a grenade, waits for the grenade's fuse to burn for two seconds, and throws it into the firing point.

"Boom ·····"

The explosion of the grenade and the screams of the grenade sounded at the same time······

On the north side of the No. 1 firing point, at a distance of about fifty or sixty meters, Lieutenant Batistuta and his subordinates easily found another Soviet firing point, which was also a reinforced concrete building, also half-buried underground, but a little larger than the No. 1 firing point.

The lieutenant stepped aside and watched as the soldiers of the second squad attacked the firing point, while he marked the location of the firing point on the map.

As soon as he finished marking, the lieutenant noticed a bright light coming from the battlefield behind him.

Looking back, Batistuta saw two flares rising in the distance, illuminating the battlefield.

Soon, another flare was raised, either one or two, and the whole battlefield was illuminated as if it had arrived early in the day.

Retracting his gaze, the lieutenant's attention focused on the Soviet firepower in front of him.

The Soviets were trapped in the firepower, and it was difficult to get out, but it was equally difficult for the lieutenant and his men to go deeper, the internal structure of the firepower point was complicated, and it was not enough to destroy the enemy inside by throwing grenades, and all the lieutenant and his men could do was suppress it.

Time flew by in a stalemate battle, the starlight faded, and the eastern sky turned white.

Lieutenant Batistuta, who was monitoring the battlefield, was the first to notice a strange noise coming from the sky, and when he looked up, a strange formation of planes appeared in the western sky.

"Whoosh······ Whoosh·····" The two red flares rose into the air at the same time, and the aircraft formation found the target of its landing, and quickly turned the nose of the plane and flew to the position where the red flare was raised.

A mixed formation of 10 FA-223 and FI-382 helicopters landed on the runway to bring in the first reinforcements, the Airborne Forces of Unit P in the NP Battalion of the San Marco Marine Brigade.

The first helicopter formation had just left, and the second helicopter formation followed, again consisting of ten helicopters, followed by the third group······

Lieutenant Batistuta was in no mood to observe the take-off and landing of the helicopter unit, as the first reinforcements had just arrived on the battlefield and were assigned to his battlefield to help him clear the Soviet forces around the airfield runway.

The arrival of the combat sappers carrying flamethrowers in the reinforcements to the Soviet firing point became the last straw that broke the Soviet army's will to fight.

Scorching flames poured in from the firepoint gates, bringing pain and death to the enemies within.

Flames swept through the interior of the firing point, and even erupted from the firing hole on the sea-facing side of the firing point, and a terrifying scream was heard from the firing point, and at the same time, the Soviet soldiers who were wrapped in flames rushed out.

Almost as soon as he appeared, the "fire man" who rushed out of the firing point was knocked to the ground by bullets, and was the first to end the pain of burning himself.

The combination of flamethrowers, grenades and submachine guns quickly swept the Soviet firing points on the shore and removed them one by one.

With the arrival of reinforcements in batches, the security area controlled by the Italian army around the airport became larger and larger.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lieutenant Batistuta personally inspected an occupied Soviet firing point, and just walked up the steps to the ground, one of his subordinates pointed to the sea to the west and said: "Lieutenant, look there." ”

Condescendingly, the lieutenant clearly saw that next to the fleet from which he and his subordinates had set off last night, dozens of landing craft were cleaving the waves and rushing towards his position.

"Camp Buffyler? Gra camp? Or the Tobruk battalion? Marines friends, you're finally here. ”

Lieutenant Batistuta said and turned his head to look behind him, where another formation of about twenty helicopters was landing on the runway behind him, bringing heavily armed reinforcements.

"A lot of officers, who are they?"

The lieutenant saw through the telescope that there were many officers in this helicopter formation, and judging by the style of military uniforms, there were Germans and Italians.

He didn't know that the officer he saw was an artillery observation post sent to the shore by the combined German-Italian fleet······