With a submachine gun in his hand, Donatro felt like he was in a dream.

When the decision was made to join the death squads, the Italian soldiers received new weapons, all MP36 submachine guns, which had been retired from the German front-line troops, and still had quite good performance, especially for melee combat.

At this time, they were holding guns and were rushing step by step in the direction of the positions of the British troops on the opposite side.

Overhead, the night sky was pitch black, and it was already midnight, and it was said that at such a time, it was the easiest time for people to fall asleep.

They could only hope that the British army would be caught off guard and that they could successfully break through the opposing position, and only then would they be able to survive.

Not far behind them, a German major was following them with a brand-new assault rifle and a drum for ammunition.

At the same time, the German major at this time, with strange things.

On his back, he was carrying a box, and out of the box came a cable that connected to the upper end of the assault rifle in front, where there was something like a headlight, and under the headlight, there was a scope.

No one knew what it was, but they all knew that it must be advanced enough to see things at night!

Because in front of them, there was a German instructor who was carrying the same thing, and now the visibility was only two or three meters, but the German instructor was able to lead them, skillfully walking the most suitable route, bypassing one obstacle after another.

The German major was behind them, and that was of course the Overseer.

It is conceivable that they have no way out, and if anyone dares to retreat, it will definitely become a hornet's nest.

And in this dark night sky, there are dozens of troops like them, and they take advantage of the darkness to advance towards the positions of the British army, either to take the positions or die on the way to the charge!

Led by the instructor, they once again bypassed a tank that had been turned into scrap metal, and Donatro remembered very well that the tank had just started out and was destroyed by planes in the sky.

Now, they are still three hundred meters away from the British position, which is exactly the most suitable range of action for the opponent's machine guns, and at this distance, the submachine guns in their hands do not play any role.

One step at a time, and one step at a time, one step closer to death!

Suddenly, the German instructor in front raised his right hand, and the Italian soldier in the back, hastened to stop.

The German instructor leaned down and carefully placed a worn enamel jar, signaling not to kick it in the back, otherwise the noise would disturb the British troops in front.

It is supposed to be on the remains of those soldiers who died in the battle during the day, and this enamel jar was left out on the battlefield when the British moved the bodies.

Forward, keep going, every step is incomparably heavy.

Donatro quietly crouched down, pretending to tie his shoes, as a veteran oilman, he didn't want to move on, it was so dark, maybe he could fool him.

It's always time to give it a try.

However, after the Italian soldier next to him walked over, he was hit in the back by a gun and poked several times.

In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat, and sure enough, the German major in the back could clearly see the people in front!

He quickly stood up, signaled that his shoelaces were fastened, and ran cautiously a few steps, trying to catch up with the team in front of him, but, after a few steps, he suddenly stepped into the air, and his foot stepped into a large crater of cannonballs, and in an instant, he instinctively made a sound.

"Ouch!" Donatro shouted, it didn't matter what he shouted, the voice was incomparably clear in the silent night sky.

"Bastard! Charge, run, and charge at full speed! "The German major in the back gave the order.

At this time, they were less than a hundred meters from the positions of the British, and it was at this distance that an unwary Italian soldier revealed their whereabouts.

And almost at the same time, on the British positions in front, a point of fire appeared, and it was a Vickers machine gun!

The muzzle of the opponent's gun burst out in the darkness, and at this time, the British on the opposite side could not see clearly where the attacking troops were, and they just fired indiscriminately according to the predetermined tactics.

When the machine gun fired, the Italian soldiers here panicked instantly, machine guns, that's machine guns, bullets don't have long eyes!

What's more, some people just turned around and wanted to run backwards.

Donatro, who crouched into the crater, watched all this.

I saw that the German instructor in front of me, who didn't aim much, raised his hand and fired a three-point shot, and the machine gun over there was dumb.

At the same time, the German major in the back, the gun in his hand also fired, but his gun was aimed at the back foot of the Italian soldier.

"Rush, give me a rush, whoever rushes slowly will have to die! You noodle army, don't be weak like a! ”

The bullets hit the ground behind them, chirping, and as long as the Italian soldiers retreated, the German major would definitely dare to shoot them out!

At this time, the German instructor in front of him had already shouted: "It's a man, just rush up with me!" The guy who doesn't have anything in the crotch will be afraid! ”

The German instructor simply killed the machine gunner over there, and then led them to charge first, and in the back, there were bullets from the German major who supervised the battle, so the Italian soldiers had no choice!

Rush, follow the rush, everyone else German instructors are rushing to the front, they are all men, no one is afraid, what are you afraid of!

Donatro was hit hard in the ass, and the German major's voice was extremely cold: "Either die under my gun, or die on the way to the charge, you idiot, you are the one who screwed things up!" ”

If it weren't for Donatro, maybe they would have been able to get their hands on the British!

"If it's a soldier, give me a dignified fight!"

Donatro got up from the ground, his submachine gun in hand, and rushed forward, at this point, he had no choice.

What are you afraid of! When charging, the more afraid you are, the more bullets will come, and when you are not afraid of it, the bullets will be afraid of you! These are the words of the German major before they set off.

And now, look, German instructor, rush to the front, he has nothing to fear!

In the darkness of the night, I couldn't see the figure clearly, but I could see the tongue of fire coming out of the muzzle of the gun, and now I could clearly see the tongue of fire that lit up from time to time in the front, which was the assault rifle of the German instructor.

Behind him, there were also dozens of submachine guns, firing while charging forward.

Morale has been boosted.

"Rush, for the sake of the Italian army not to be discredited, rush up to me!" The German major shouted loudly, the sound of which irritated everyone's eardrums, mingled with the constant sound of gunfire, so clear.