A jeep painted with a green, white and red tricolor stopped at the intersection.

In the distance, there was a fierce exchange of fire, and the sound of gunfire filled the twilight skyline, and from time to time there was a burst of fire.

"You can't stop your advance just because there's a blocking force in front of you, divide your forces! Get around and knock the Germans out of the eye before they can react! A thin, white-haired old man was talking to a man who looked like a general in an Italian military uniform next to him.

It doesn't take a closer look to see that the white-haired old man is a general, and if you look closely, you can tell his identity - Pershing.

John Joseph Pershing, who had been wounded in Europe before the end of World War I and went to London for treatment, did not return to the United States until the end of the war, and exchanged experiences with some generals who advocated the use of tanks in mobile combat, and his favorite was Patton, who had already fought and fought head-to-head with German tanks.

In fact, Patton was the commander of the cavalry division, and the reason why he liked tanks came from the fact that the German 1st Panzer Division was rampage through the heart of France under the leadership of Rommel, all of which demonstrated the theory of speed to win. Patton did not fight Rommel, but formally confronted the 502nd Battalion, another German tank unit, and Guderian, who liked to attack and divide the encirclement, really made the American army suffer enough.

After Pershing returned home, he wanted to build a tank unit, and Patton's character, military discipline, military appearance and experience all met Pershing's requirements, and the two hit it off.

It's just that it's useless to have tanks, you have to have a soul, this soul can be the guiding ideology of tactics, and it can also be the core policy of the tank force, but it's a pity that Patton and Pershing are both entangled, whether to win with speed or with heavy punches?

At this time, the German-Italian War broke out, and two distinctive German battalions, the 501st and 502nd Tank Battalions, participated in the war.

However, in two months, Germany, which had no intention of expanding the scope of the war, had been cautious and did not let the two tank battalions play too much, and the anxious Patton reported the situation, and the result was that Pershing went to Italy on leave after being approved by the Congress. Upon learning of Pershing's arrival, the Italian authorities first warmly welcomed him, and then heard that Pershing intended to help Italy, and then there was a scene of Pershing going out with the army, which was to put pressure on the German army and force the German army to pay attention.

After Pershing finished speaking, the translator next to him repeated all the contents, and the Italian officer was still a little undecided, and he was really afraid of the Germans.

"Damn, how could such indecision be able to catch a fighter? I heard that someone blocked Guderian's 501 tank battalion before, how do I think it's fake? Pershing looked at the unassuming Italian general next to him and became angry.

"General, this thing is true, that man's name is Yapiel Kant, and he is in this unit, and he was the one who stopped the German troops last time." The translator next to him was a colonel brought by Pershing, who was previously an American military attache in Italy, and he paid a lot of attention to these things.

"Oh? What about others? Were you there at the last military meeting? Pershing became interested in this man named Yapil Kant.

"No, the last military meeting was attended by nobles, he is a commoner, and his status is not enough." The military attache naturally gave a brief account of the current situation in Italy.

"Stupid Italians, who are already dying and still obsessed with the title, tell this fool to call that Kantian man and let him command the attack, otherwise I dare not guarantee what will become of the Italian army." Pershing was really disgusted with the Italian general next to him.

After the military attache communicated in Italian, the general ordered Kant to be called without much thought, which was also a good opportunity to shake the pot, not in vain, if he lost, he would push it to Pershing.

Kant was a lieutenant colonel at this time, a division commander of this unit, not far from here, and quickly rushed over.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Kant's fluent English language made Pershing feel more familiar.

It's just that Pershing doesn't look like an Italian when he looks at this man.

"You're not Italian, are you?" "Your English is good, but you don't look like an Englishman either," Pershing said. ”

"Back to sir, I'm a Stuart." Kant replied.

"Stuart? German? Pershing was a little surprised as to why a German was doing military service in Italy.

"Back to sir, yes." Kant had no qualms about this, and his identity was no secret for a long time.

"Whatever, I want you to lead your troops to drag the troops in front, and your general and I will go around from here to the left, what do you think?" Pershing pointed straight ahead, where the German 231st Division was located.

"How long will it take, General." Kant did not refuse, but asked very practical questions about how long I wanted to delay.

Pershing pondered for a moment and estimated the itinerary and said, "That's it, two days, after two days, you can make your own decisions." ”

Kant answered Pershing's question with a military salute, and then returned to his unit and took over the forward troops with men.

Leedler's squad had been trapped in the house by the Italian army at this time, and Webb's machine gun had long since run out of ammunition and returned to the room from the roof.

Koehler had already arrived at the edge of the house with the second squad to block the Italian siege on one side.

Since there were no obstacles on the path, Koehler did not dare to venture closer, so he had to let the accompanying machine gunner open fire, using the MG20's characteristic tearing sound to tell Ledrer that his allies were coming.

"Sergeant is here, Sergeant Koehler." Schneidor stuck to the side of the trail and quickly informed his teammates when he heard the MG20's gunshots.

"Don't hesitate, rush out with me, Schneidor covers, Weber opens the way, the doctor follows, Lange and Stan follow, Sieber supports Schneider, Shapir, you can be wronged and accompany me to stop the attack, let's go last." Leedler had been on the battlefield for a long time and immediately planned the escape route and sequence.

Ledler left behind all the veterans, these are brothers who have lived and died together many times, naturally there are no complaints, but Stan quits, although he is also a recruit, but he is the most capable of fighting in this group of recruits.

"Corporal, I'll stay too." Stan said firmly.

"What are you staying for, get out of here! Don't be verbose, or everyone will die. Ledler was anxious when he saw that Stan wanted to stay as well.

At this time, Kant, who had received the order, had already moved his 59th Infantry Division to the front line to officially take over the deployment, and Weber took advantage of the interval in Italian fire to rush to Koehler's line with the doctor.

Lange, Stan, Sieber, and Schneidor followed.

Only Lederer and Shapier remained in the house.

As the people were running out, the Italian army, which had received the order to attack, increased the intensity of the attack, and the small house suddenly became a huge target, and within a minute, the walls facing the Italian army were all pierced by a hundred holes. Shapiro lost his old ruffianism, and all that remained was a fear that he didn't want to reveal in his heart, his eyes turned red, and he was curled up behind the wall.

"I'm sorry brother, let you stay with me to die." Leedler held the MBZ20 and fired several empty guns through the window.

Shapiro took a deep breath and sat down on the ground.

"I have a choice, can I stay? What's next? Rush out? ”

"You go over there and wait for my orders." Ledler pointed in the direction of escape.

"Take the gun away, and remember, you can't leave the gun with you when you die." Lederer said firmly.

"And what do you do?" Shapiro took over the MBZ20.

"Isn't there still an A1920? I'm the officer's standard. After saying that, he deliberately leaked out the wooden grip and made a grimace.

Seeing the boss's pretended composure, Shapiro choked up and crawled to the door.

Seeing Shapiro in place, Lederer took off the last grenade on his body, unplugged the safety and threw it at the window behind him, and Shapiro also threw one on the path.

"Let's go!"

These were the last words of Ledler that Shapiro heard before rushing out the door.