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Today, Mérida is still on the main traffic route, which is the eastern gate of Badajoz and an important hub for communication with Madrid.

And now, guarding in Mérida, there are only a thousand republican troops.

Originally, the city was guarded by an international column, and when Badajoz was in an emergency, the international column went to the aid of Badajoz, and only the local defenders remained here.

The Spanish warriors concentrated in the north and south directions outside the city, and they built trenches, although the battle on this side had not yet begun, but it is conceivable that once Badajoz fell, the rebels would definitely think of Merida!

Although winter was about to begin, the atmosphere of preparation for war was still very warm, and some Spanish citizens were also mobilized to dig trenches together, they took off their shirts, wore only vests, and carried shovels to work.

"Here, we have to reinforce it!" Company commander Cervantes shouted loudly: "It must be reinforced with logs to resist the bombardment!" Now, you can't even protect yourself from a grenade! ”

The fierce fighting on Badajoz's side made Cervantes very anxious, and he knew that time was running out for his side.

Moreover, if Badajos can't hold it, the thousand or so people on his side can't hold the current place! The fate is also obvious, they may all die here!

This is a cruel damn war!

At this moment, a buzzing sound sounded in the distance, and when he looked up and took a look, Cervantes called out loudly: "Quick, hidden, bombers of the Condor Legion!" ”

Some time ago, the bombers of the Condor Legion destroyed the nearby air base, and dozens of fighters were blown up.

Before the arrival of the next batch of support fighters, the Republican Army was seriously short of fighters, so the current air supremacy was almost handed over to the Condor Legion.

Looking at the planes coming from the south, Cervantes knew that the situation was not good, and he beckoned his men to immediately hide from the air defense!

Dodge those planes!

At this time, it is closer, those biplanes are all the common He51 before, those monoplane planes, why haven't you seen them?

Here, there was a panic.

Many soldiers took up arms after the outbreak of the civil war, and the townspeople, who came on a voluntary basis, were not mentally prepared at all.

"Quick, run!" Several citizens threw down their shovels and tried to run in a panic.

"Lie down, lie down!" A Republican soldier shouted, and he ran a few quick steps to press the citizens to the ground, and a terrible howl was already heard behind him.

Those one-winged bombers, when they dive, make a sound that makes people extremely frightened!

Hearing the terrible sound behind him, even some of the Republican soldiers lost their minds and stood up, wanting to retreat.

It's horrible!

"Boom!" The Stuka bomber dropped the bomb and accurately dropped it on the anti-aircraft fortifications that had just been erected in the trenches, and in an instant, the entire anti-aircraft fortifications were blown away, and a large crater with a diameter of one meter was blown out on the ground!

The fragments of the bomb flew one after another, and the citizens who were still running just now were swept away by the air wave of the explosion, and then they felt pain in their backs.

Blood, spilled out. They screamed and rolled on the ground, lucky compared to those who could no longer speak.

"Da-da-da-da." Not far away, on an anti-aircraft machine-gun position, angry Republican soldiers, raised their machine guns and opened heavy fire into the sky!

"Die, bald eagle minions!" The soldier operating the machine gun, shouting, constantly pulled the trigger, and the yellow-orange-orange shells, coming out of the other end of the machine gun, were scattered on the side.

"Boom!" Obviously, the machine-gun position on this side was noticed by the planes in the air, and a Stuka bomber swooped down, and a small bomb on the side of the wing was thrown down.

The corpse of the machine gunner flew sideways, and the anti-aircraft machine gun, fell to the side.

The entire position, there is a sea of fire everywhere, this is simply a hell on earth!

Monoplanes flew by, biplanes flew in, continued to drop bombs, and the whole position, as if it had been plowed over.

"Is there anything alive?" Throwing himself on the dirt above his head and getting up from the trench, Cervantes shouted loudly, this scene made him sad, could it be that he was the only one who survived?

"I almost died." A veteran oilman came out of the trench on the side: "These people's bombs are too high!" ”

"There are no anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft guns can kill them!" One voice after another, kept ringing.

If the whole army is not wiped out, there are still more than 100 people left! Cervantes looked at the people who were standing, many of them veterans, and the first bombardment caused a large number of recruits to fall.

Sitting back in the trenches, Cervantes pulled out his cigarette, lit it, and inhaled it vigorously, feeling satisfaction as the nicotine entered his lungs.

A bombardment, your own position, will be crumbling, and after the bombing, the other side will come up!

Those rebel jungs, those noodle army mincuses, when Lao Tzu finishes smoking this cigarette, I'll have a big fight with you!

Aren't the rebels besieging Badajoz, though? How did you get here? It's really weird.

At that moment, he felt a slight tremor in the ground.

What's going on?

"Oh God, what's that?" The other soldiers, all smoking cigarettes, poked his head out and saw the dust on the horizon in the distance, and suddenly he exclaimed.

What is that?

It can be seen with the naked eye that the galloping over are tanks one after another! The volume of those tanks is much larger than that of the Italians! At this time, those tanks are advancing in battle formation, their tails are emitting black smoke, it is the engine is working, their tracks are turning, they are invincible!

The high barrel is thick and long! It has to be at least 50 mm thick! What kind of tank in this day and age will have such terrible firepower?

The Noodle Army's tank is just a machine gun, and even if it's a gun, it's only a 37 mm at most!

These huge monsters in front of them have exceeded their imagination, and the old fritters who are not afraid in front of the bombers have realized that what they have encountered is a terrible monster that is even more difficult to deal with!