Now in front of Captain Conrad there is such an Italian "anti-fascist soldier", who is now squatting on the side of the road with great interest, rummaging through the debris abandoned by the Italian soldiers when they fled.

"Fabrizzo! Emilio. Mr. Fabrizzo! Please come to me! Conrad called out with his hands to his lips. The other man looked up at the captain of the armor, and Conrad waved at the Italians.

"Yes, Mr. Captain." Fabrizzo hurriedly stuffed some items into his satchel as he agreed, and then threw the Italian Air Force rucksack into the grass by the roadside.

"Are you going to go? Mr. Captain. The Italian, carrying his picked up Carcano M38 carbine, trotted all the way to the captain of the panzer.

"Looks like you've had a good harvest, Mr. Fabrizzo." Conrad smiled and glanced at the Italian's bulging satchel.

"Mr. Captain, life is not easy right now, you see I have six children to support, and the youngest daughter is only three months old." The Italians smiled and spread their hands at the Germans.

"You can go to the vicinity of Kramar and ask, who doesn't know the most trustworthy Fabrizzo, I told you that there is an airfield for the Air Force here, you didn't believe it at first, now you can take a look." The Italian triumphantly pointed to the rammed earth runway, which was full of German tanks.

"I have reported to my superiors about your help to the Wehrmacht, and we will give you some bonuses accordingly."

"I didn't help you for your money, I wanted to overthrow Mussolini's fascist rule." The Italian said righteously and loudly.

Then he looked left and right, leaned in front of Conrad and asked in a low voice, "Then again, how much do you think will be given to me this time?" ”

"I guess there's always a hundred marks, which translates to about eight or nine hundred lira." Conrad replied solemnly.

"So many?" The Italians' eyes widened.

"Well, I said money isn't key, where are we going next, I know there's another barracks to the south." Fabrizzo was getting energetic.

"And a barracks? Come and show me! Conrad took the map from Master Chief and laid it on the front cover of a barrel truck beside him.

"We should be in this position now, can you point out where that barracks is?" The captain of the armored corps asked.

"Well, probably here, there's a grove nearby, and you didn't draw it on it. I said I can read the map, don't look at me the way I am, I also went to Spain to fight back then. ”

"Italian Army?"

"Which side do you think it will be? I'm not a socialist, I've seen those international columns on the battlefield, and these poor guys have all ended badly. Fabrizzo took a cigarette from Conrad's hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then leaned over the lighter handed to him by the German captain and lit it.

"Let's go to this barracks now? There were at least three hundred people living there, and there was a large warehouse. "The Germans have been unexpectedly generous, and Fabrizzo is now desperate to show it again.

"No, no, no, we will report the approximate location of the barracks to our superiors and hand it over to the other troops to deal with. Our goal now is San Martino Ben Arlberg, can you show us a quick path? Conrad asked, patting the map.

"Then to cross the Adige River, I know there is a very close road, which is not marked on your map, and here it is... There is a newly built road here, which was only completed in June this year. ”

"Is it here? Thank you very much, Mr. Fabrizzo, for you still in Sergeant Lemmon's car and show us the way ahead. Are you all set to go? Very good, the third row is the head, the fourth row and the company are in the middle, the second row is the tail, and the immediate departure is made! Conrad handed the map back to the sergeant, turned to the surrounding platoon commanders, and gave the order to move.

Just as the 1st Company was restarting to outflank Rottweiler, the 4th Company of the 1st Battalion of the 33rd Panzer Regiment was engaged in a fierce and bloody battle with a garrison from Verona on the west side of the German front, which is the official record in the history of warfare. In fact, the soldiers who participated in this battle all agreed that it was not a battle at all, but a purely one-sided crushing, and in a way, it could even be called a massacre.

"Onward! Brave Italians! Advance! My children! Don't be afraid, don't hesitate! Onward, onward! Follow me! Let the Germans see the temperament of Italian men! Puff up your chests, soldiers! Drive these vile Germans to hell! ”

Orlando. Morality. Colonel Bernafini walked in the middle of the skirmish line with his ancestral command knife, and the old man encouraged his soldiers with passionate words, leading the soldiers of a battalion of the 25th Bergamo Infantry Regiment to line up a long skirmish line and launch the first assault on the German troops who were spreading formation in the distance.

Garrisoned in Verona was the 25th Bergamo Infantry Regiment of the 15th Italian Bergamo Infantry Division, of which Colonel Berafini was commander.

When Germany declared war on Italy, the Bergamo Infantry Division was moving towards the northeastern border, and they were supposed to go to Albania to fight against Greece.

At that time, the shortage of the 15th Italian Infantry Division was also very serious, but it finally gathered the urgently needed artillery personnel before departure, so the division headquarters set off ahead of schedule with the 26th Infantry Regiment, the 89th Artillery Regiment and the 15th Motorized Battalion.

The 25th Infantry Regiment remained at the garrison and walked a little late, waiting for some of the soldiers who did not have time to return, and the 25th Infantry Regiment was joined by two field hospitals assigned to the Bergamo Division, as well as engineer and signal units.

Colonel Berafini would not admit that he was genuinely taken aback when he learned that the Germans had broken through the Alps and that the vanguard was approaching Verona. After repeatedly confirming the veracity of this situation, he hurriedly reported the terrible news to Rome and at the same time asked the General Staff for reinforcements.

He had wasted half an hour in vain in order to confirm the information, and by the time the colonel found out about the problem, no matter how much he regretted it, he had little time left to set up the perimeter defenses.

The 25th Infantry Regiment was short by more than one-third at this time, with only 1,600 infantry at full capacity, and the first battalion, with 720 officers and men, was the only infantry unit in Bernafini's possession that still maintained normal combat effectiveness, and the remaining two battalions were not only seriously deficient, but also not fully equipped with basic equipment.

The divisional artillery and heavy machine gun battalions all set off with the division headquarters, and the original role of the 25th Regiment was that of a containment team, and it was not expected that it would fight on the home territory at all. At present, the infantry regiment is equipped with only 20 heavy machine guns, 66 light machine guns, and 4 61-mm mortars, and 33 45-mm mortars are assigned to each platoon, which is the only "heavy firepower" of the 25th regiment at present.

Morality. Colonel Bernafini ordered his deputy commander to lead his staff team to organize the defense of the city, he left all the heavy machine guns and medium mortars in the city, and then led the officers and men of the 1st Infantry Battalion to attack the outside of the city, armed only with light weapons.

The colonel's plan was to take advantage of the fact that the German advance was not firmly on the ground, launch a surprise attack from the front, disrupt the German deployment, and perhaps use the sacrifice of this battalion to buy some time for the defense of the city. If some of the warriors who followed him on the attack were lucky, some would survive, but as for the colonel himself, he had already put life and death on the line. In the eyes of the sixty-seven-year-old soldier, this was an opportunity given to him by God. The eldest son of Baron Bernafini's family is destined to sacrifice his life for the country on the battlefield.

The fall of Verona was only a matter of time, and even if his plan succeeded, it would only delay this result for a little time, and unless reinforcements could arrive as soon as possible, Verona would not be able to escape the catastrophe, but the colonel knew very well that no reinforcements would arrive before the 25th Regiment was destroyed.

"Onward! Let's go kill those Germans! Kids, you're all good! Your parents will be proud of you! The Colonel loudly encouraged the young soldiers around him to lead the seven hundred and twenty warriors towards hell.

PS: Chapter 2 is present, thank you for your support and encouragement.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )