The French position, which was originally densely gunfired, was silent for a moment by the sudden ferocious fire of the Italian army, while more than 100 Italian soldiers who jumped out of the bunker took the opportunity to bury their heads and rush dozens of meters.

"Italians! The Italians rushed up! A French soldier cowering behind an anti-ramp braved the rain of bullets to look out, spotted a charging company, and hurriedly turned back and shouted to remind his comrades.

"Fight back! Counterattack! Knock them down! A French officer with the rank of major on his shoulder commanded loudly, then raised his rifle to a French infantryman.

The other soldiers also hurriedly stood up and fiercely returned fire on the Italian infantry with their weapons, in a vain attempt to push them back into their attacking positions.

But their army was made up of many remnants of the army, and the number was less than half of the Italians besieging them below.

And when the Italians launched a surprise attack, they were either resting or training, and they had no heavy weapons in their hands anyway, and the only heavy weapons - the four anti-tank guns - were originally trained on this small plateau under the command of the major.

Now, the only heavy weapon is still being used by Italian German-made mortars, so it is only a "vain attempt" for them to press the rushing Italian troops back into the offensive position.

Soon, a succession of soldiers who had been in the middle and were now in the front—all those who had been in the front were dead—had managed to jump into one of the French trenches during the gap in French fire.

"Shit spaghetti, fuck it!" When the three French soldiers saw an Italian jumping into their trenches, they immediately threw away their tethered rifles, which had not had time to load, drew their bayonets and pounced.

"Haha! Frenchman, I have a belated New Year's gift for you! Compared to the French soldier's resolute withdrawal of his bayonet, the Italian soldier who jumped into the trench with red eyes was just as decisive - decisively throwing away his rifle.

But in the face of the Italian soldiers who threw away their weapons, the three French soldiers turned around in horror and ran, because they clearly saw that the spaghetti had taken out two ovals from his bosom after throwing away his guns.

Two grenades, or pull off the safe.

"What are you running? This is a gift from the Holy Roman Empire! The Italian soldier laughed maniacally, and then chased after him, "For Rome!" For the leaders! Happy New Year, French dogs! ”

Not only him, but almost all the Italian soldiers who jumped into the French trenches first chose to pull the grenade in their arms, and after a series of explosions, the already shaky French front suddenly became silent for several hours.

The remaining dozens of Italians immediately seized the opportunity that this comrade-in-arms had won with their lives, rushed into the main position of the French army, and engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with the French.

"Everyone! Follow me! The Italian battalion commander at the bottom of the hill saw that the company had managed to storm the French trenches, and immediately stood up and shouted.

"Kill!" The more than 300 Italian soldiers who remained in the offensive position, after hearing the order to charge, jumped out of their bunkers without hesitation, stepped on the corpses of a company of soldiers who had fallen on the way to the charge, and rushed towards the top of the slope.

The French were now much weaker than the ferocious fire they faced when they charged, and only a few positions where the Italians had not rushed in were still firing.

The distance of 200 meters was only a matter of an eye for the more than 300 Italian soldiers who ran for their lives, and soon they were joining the battle in hand-to-hand combat.

The battalion commander rushed forward with a submachine gun, swept all the bullets in the magazine towards a trench more than ten meters away from him, crushed several French people to death in the trench, and then drew a bayonet from a corpse next to him, and jumped into the trench with several people behind him.

When a French soldier in the trench saw that someone had jumped in, he immediately threw a punch at the battalion commander in the face, while his other hand reached for the place where the bayonet hung from his waist.

The battalion commander reacted quickly, and Lisso dodged the punch with a small leap backwards, before stabbing the French soldier forward.

At this time, the French soldier just drew his bayonet from his waist and blocked the battalion commander's knife to the left, but the battalion commander had long thought that this knife would be blocked.

I saw that he quickly threw a punch into the right face of the French soldier with his left hand according to the force of the soldier's right hand to block his right hand knife, and the French soldier was at the moment when the old force had just gone to the new force to make a living, and he couldn't dodge or block at all, so he had to eat this punch hard.

And the battalion commander's borrowing punch was not a joke, it directly beat the French soldier in the eye and hit the trench tunnel.

The battalion commander did not let go of this opportunity to fight, and immediately pounced and stabbed the soldier in the neck.

The soldier had not yet recovered from the solid punch he had received, and had to barely use his right hand to protect his neck and block the fatal blow.

The sharp bayonet pierced the soldier's right hand, but because it was pierced between the two forearm bones, it could not be pierced in half and pierced directly into the neck, but stuck in the soldier's forearm.

"Ahh The pain was so intense that the soldier screamed in a terrible voice, and it also woke him up from the vertigo caused by the punch earlier.

He endured the severe pain and raised his foot and kicked the battalion commander in the heel, and then staggered back with his right arm, which was still a knife, in his arms.

The battalion commander quickly got up from the ground and chased after the soldiers, and several other French soldiers in the middle rushed towards the battalion commander, trying to cover the evacuation of their wounded comrades, but they were all thrown to the ground by the Italian soldiers who arrived later and fought each other.

The wounded French soldier could not run fast at all, and the battalion commander crossed several battle regiments and soon caught up with him.

"Still running?" The battalion commander flew up and kicked the wounded soldier to the ground from behind, then grabbed the hilt of the bayonet pierced in the soldier's right arm and pulled the bayonet out, "French bastard, I'll let you run!" ”

The battalion commander scolded while holding down the struggling soldier with his left hand, and then stabbed the soldier several times with the knife in his right hand, and finally stabbed the soldier in the neck fiercely, splashing his face with blood.

Feeling the soldiers below him stop struggling, the battalion commander wiped the blood from his face, stood up and wiped the bloody bayonet with his white uniform, which had mostly turned red, and then quickly ran to a French soldier who was scuffling with an Italian soldier not far away, and kicked him to the ground with a friendly soldier in the same way.

The Italian soldier who was kicked down by the battalion commander quickly got up, and together with the battalion commander, pressed the French soldier to the ground, and the two stabbed them more than ten times before they stopped.

One or two hundred French soldiers were quickly cleared by the Italian troops, who were twice as numerous as them, and only a dozen or so survived because of their position and fled deeper into the camp.