Chapter 878: Will We Die Here?
"Bastard Germans! The revenge of this sneak attack, I will fight back immediately! ”
Looking at the artillery units of their second line of defense, the terrible howls of the bombardment, the casualties of the artillerymen one after another lay in their own pools of blood; Barton suddenly became green and roared like thunder.
"Give the bombardment! Blow up all those American troops to the sky! ”
"Don't show them mercy, in order to end this war as soon as possible, let's go home!"
But contrary to the mood, the commanders of the German artillery brigades were hoarsely encouraging the various artillery units under their command to continue to line up, or staggered and carry out the shelling.
"Woo...... Woowoowoo...... Boom ......"
As a result, heavy artillery shells and shells from the "Himmler Organ" 80-mm multi-barreled self-propelled rocket launchers exploded like rain and fell on the second and first artillery lines where the US troops had not had time to fully retreat.
With the distinctive whistling sound of the heavy artillery, and the violent explosion reached the eardrums of all American officers and soldiers; In an instant, several U.S. troops were blown into the sky, and then scattered to the ground in fragments mixed with bloody blood.
In the face of increasingly intense artillery coverage, those American artillery units that were locked in positions by German artillery units were simply facing a hellish scene like the end of the world for a while, with more and more casualties.
If it weren't for the strong reflexes and adaptability of Theodor Roosevelt and Patton at this moment, I am afraid that all the artillery units of the US army would not have been immediately blown up by the Germans this time, and would have suffered heavy losses.
"Woo woo woo ......"
"Boom...... Boom Boom Boom ......"
As for the sneak attack covered by German artillery fire outside the ancient city of Modica, the few dead people inside were even more frightened and frightened, hiding in their increasingly dangerous air defense zone, and all of them did not dare to say a word, or they dared to go out and watch the German artillery attack on the American troops.
"Are we going to die here? Father! ”
A 13-year-old boy shivered and frightened his father beside him.
"Pray to God! He will bless us! At least we are alive now, and we can only see God's will in the future! ”
The boy's father also shrank in prayer in horror, and replied without the slightest hope in his heart.
Hearing his father's almost desperate expression, the young man's heart was even more hesitant and terrified.
"I don't want to be blown up here like this! Father! ”
"Why are those armies out there bombing us for no reason? Why didn't we leave here when they told us to leave? Father! ”
Listening to the sound of an explosion outside, which was more powerful than the other, and the earthquake that shook the ground, the boy cried even more uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry! It's all bad fathers! ”
"If I had known that these American troops would really bomb the ancient city of Modica, where we live, I would have followed the people who evacuated here and took you away immediately!"
"It was your father who killed you!"
Hearing this, the boy's father was also in pain in his heart, and cried.
Yes, if he had known that the American and German armies would actually fight here, then he would definitely not stay here, and would definitely have left the ancient city of Modica as soon as Patton's officers and soldiers drove them away, and left as soon as he could.
Because if he did this, then his wife and two other children would not have been covered by the bombardment of the American army just now; And he and his last son don't have to hide in a bomb shelter like they do now, and their fate is uncertain.
"Woo woo woo ......"
"Boom...... Boom Boom Boom ......"
And when this father and son were having a conversation, the German artillery was covered with more rapid bombardment of the front-line artillery positions that the American troops were redeploying and evacuating in a panic.
As for the few remaining residents of the ancient city of Modica, many of them are also regretting why they didn't evacuate, why they stupidly stayed here with their families and waited for death to fall from the sky.
If time could be turned back, I am afraid that none of the inhabitants here would want to stay, and the entire ancient city of Modica would definitely become an empty city.
Because it is better to live than to die, at least to live is to hope for some good life.