Chapter 297: Italian Mountain Infantry Corps
Chambéry, an important town in western Savoie, France.
Amityo leaned against the trench with the gun in his arms, looking at a photo in his hand and smiling stupidly.
"What are you seeing? Laughing so happily? Flavio walked over to Amideo with his rifle and sat down, looked at the picture in his hand and said, "Who is this?" Looks so pretty? ”
"What are you looking at?" Amideo buried the picture in his chest.
"Haha, I'm still shy." Flavio laughed as he poked Amideo with his elbow, "Tell me about it." ”
"My girlfriend! Pretty, right? Amideo also laughed, he also bumped Flavio back with his elbow a few times, then took out the photo again, and carefully touched the face of the person in the photo with his dirty fingers, "Her name is Joanna, we are neighbors, and we have been playing together since childhood......"
"Hey, that's the little sister next door?" Flavio made an exaggerated expression and quipped, "You actually did it to your little sister?" You're a beast! ”
"Shit! She's a year older than me, okay. Amideo punched Flavio and laughed.
"Then tell me, who confessed first?"
Amideo cleared his throat when he heard this, and said proudly, "Of course it's ......"
"Guys, the guys of the 7th Infantry Division have failed." Just as Amideo was about to deliver the "fatal blow" to Flavio, the annoying voice of the company commander came over, interrupting the conversation between the two, "It's our turn!" Don't give the French guy on the other side a respite! Brothers, get moving, get ready to attack! ”
"That group of infantry was defeated so quickly?" The two looked at each other for a moment, then stood up in disbelief and looked up at the trench.
Sure enough, hundreds of Italian soldiers in gray winter uniforms were retreating not far in front of the position, from which they had just set off ten minutes earlier.
"Are the people of the 7th Infantry Division idiots?" Amideo punched the mound hard.
"They're just disgraced by the Royal Army." Flavio pulled the bolt of his gun fiercely, "I think that if these idiots are kicked out of the army formation, and only our mountain infantry units are kept in the Royal Army, then the prestige of the Italian Army will definitely not be inferior to that of Germany." ”
"Boom, boom!" After confirming that all the Italian soldiers had withdrawn to their positions, the 65mm infantry guns and various mortars directly under the regimental headquarters of the Royal Infantry Regiment once again began to pour fire on the French positions on the opposite side, and grenades rained down on the French positions.
Although the bombardment was huge, it was a pity that the French army on the opposite side had perfect fortifications, and this shelling only dug a bunch of holes in the French trenches, except for blowing up a small number of unlucky people who did not have time to run into the anti-artillery holes, and could not bring substantial damage to the French troops at all.
As before, after a bombardment, the Italians began to charge, with the only change being that the charging soldiers were replaced by royal infantry in gray uniforms to mountain infantry in white camouflage.
But this little change brought a very different pressure on the French soldiers.
Many of them had withdrawn from the Little Maginot Line, and knew how different the Italian soldiers in white uniforms were from those of other colors.
"Hell knows how many bunkers we had blown up by those crazy people in white clothes and strapped all over with explosives." These are the exact words of a French soldier who participated in the Battle of the Alps to the soldiers of the second line who were replenished to the front line.
However, there is one good news that the French do not yet know, that is, they will soon lose sight of this group of madmen in white, and the Italian mountain troops have suffered huge losses along the way, and their number has been sharply reduced from 100,000 at the beginning of the attack to more than 70,000 now.
In just a few days, they lost nearly 30,000 people!
In order to retain this rare group of Italian elites, Germany proposed to withdraw them to Italy for rest and recuperate, and to expand the mountain infantry on the basis of these 70,000 men, so as to lay the foundation for the offensive in the Caucasus in the "Barbarossa Plan" that had been determined.
Of course, Lyon did not tell Mussolini about the plan to attack the Soviet Union, but only said that he would "prepare for a possible future outbreak of mountain warfare."
Mussolini was initially unhappy with Germany's proposal, and the reason was not because of difficulties or anything else, but because Mussolini called himself "the boss of the Axis powers, the founder of the Iron Covenant, and the life mentor of the German Führer Lyon".
"To sum up, we need more mountain infantry to support a possible mountain war in the future." Leon sat at the head of the conference table, folded his hands into fists, propped his elbows on the table, and looked around at everyone present, "So I propose that the Italian Mountain Infantry Corps withdraw from the Ittle-French War and withdraw to the country for rest, and the vacancy caused by the Italian Royal Infantry will be filled, what do you think?" ”
"Agreed!" "Agreed!" "Agreed!" Axis leaders raised their hands.
"Disagree!" An abrupt voice appeared in the venue, which made the originally harmonious atmosphere of the meeting tense all of a sudden.
Everyone looked sideways at the person who made the voice, wanting to see who was so bold as to say "no" to Lyon's father.
A bald head was reflected in their eyes.
"Mr. Mussolini, do you find this proposal problematic?" Leon looked at Mussolini suspiciously.
Mussolini saw that everyone was looking at him, and suddenly became a little twisted.
But he quickly adjusted back and became confident and serious.
Just kidding, how could Lao Paper, as "the boss of the Axis powers, the patriarch of Fascismo, the founder of the Iron Covenant, the own son of Julius Caesar (mistakenly), and the little tiger of 14 lovers", be afraid of the "little brother Leon"?
"This, Yuan Xiansheng, it is really difficult for us to withdraw the mountain army from the front line." Mussolini rubbed his hands together and said embarrassedly.
"Why?"
"Because, because ......" Mussolini racked his brains to think of an excuse.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
"Because the soldiers of the mountain army are not willing! They promised to bring back the spoils of war to their families - luxury goods seized from Paris! Mussolini sighed that he was a genius and said proudly, "'We would rather die in France than retreat a step if we don't take Paris!'" That's what they said when they went out on the oath! ”
"Okay." Leon cupped his forehead, "I'll let the troops leave some trophies for your soldiers when they take Paris." And let's add a little more, the mountain troops formed on the basis of these 70,000 mountain infantry, all the equipment provided by us, Poland and Czechoslovakia - the equipment of the first-line German army is the standard - not a penny from Italy! ”
"Deal!" Mussolini slapped the table.