An American M4 Sherman tank rumbled past the wreckage of a burning tank, on which the white five-pointed star was faintly visible, and the body of a tank crew was still lying on the ground not far away.

The plan to break into Damanhur did not go well from the beginning, as the tanks of the American North African Separate Armored Brigade came under heavy fire from German paratroopers on the road, Iron Fist rockets were fired from hidden places, and one American tank after another was destroyed in the attack's path, and in just an hour, the Americans lost more than 40 tanks and almost the same number of armored vehicles.

Patton's plan to divide and encircle the German paratroopers failed completely, and although the attack of the Independent Panzer Brigade cost the German paratroopers heavy casualties, the entire defense line on the perimeter of Damanhur was still firmly held by the German paratroopers, and even some less important defensive positions were not lost to the Americans.

"Fire!" A sudden roar erupted from a hidden German paratrooper machine gun position, the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the flank of the American soldiers, and the distinctive sound of tearing linen suddenly erupted with this roar, and the bullets rained down on the helpless American soldiers.

The bullets hit the flesh and blood, blooming one by one small bright red flowers, the American soldiers fell to the street one after another, more than a dozen people lost their lives in an instant, and soon the American soldiers also began to return fire with rifles, and the bullets also hit the German machine gun positions.

"Hell, these Americans are so much better than the British, and their weapons are automatic, bastard!" a German veteran shrank back behind the rubble with his steel helmet, and while scolding his opponent, he ripped a grenade from his chest, stuffed it into his mouth and bit the safety ring, and when the Americans were shooting, he immediately threw the grenade, and then retracted into his bunker again: "Taste this, fools!"

"Boom!" With an explosion, the sand flew into the trench, and the veteran picked up his MP-44 assault rifle and opened fire fiercely into the smoke.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the bullet flew into the dust and mist, and then the screams of two American soldiers were heard, and it was clear that this shot was very successful, and he hit at least two enemies. However, as the American soldier also fired the bullet in his side, a cloud of smoke immediately rose from his side.

"Garand! Damn the Garand rifle!" The weapon in the hands of the Americans has long been familiar to German soldiers, because the performance is very similar to the German G43 semi-automatic rifle, so many Germans think that it is the best rifle in the hands of the Americans. But in fact, the Americans still have carbines and submachine guns in their hands, and there is not only one type of weapon.

As the bullets hit the dust on the rubble, a grenade rolled into the small foxhole, and the German veteran kicked the grenade out of the trench without thinking. Before the grenade could hit the ground again, it exploded in mid-air.

Not far away, however, another grenade exploded in the trenches of the German paratroopers, sending two German soldiers flying. The American heavy machine gun on the other side of the road also began to roar, sparking a spark on the rubble wall, and a German soldier was shot in the arm and fell to the ground, calling out to the medics.

It's not just the Germans who are admiring the American soldiers' suzhì, the Americans on the other side are also frightened stupid by the Germans' crazy style of play, for a long time American soldiers and German soldiers have been fighting in the desert, everyone is like chivalry, fighting a very gentlemanly and regular battle, and if you can fight, you will advance, and the other side will not waste its troops to defend it, and if you can't fight, you will retreat, and it is a big deal to surrender. How can it be like today, for a ruin that has long lost its value to be put into this shape.

In this small neighborhood, the Americans have lost no less than 200 soldiers, and it is believed that the losses of the German paratroopers on the opposite side will be more than 40 killed, so that the two sides have already fought for more than a battalion of troops in order to fight for these few dilapidated houses, and what is even more desperate is that the battle is still going on, and there is no intention of ending.

The two American tanks that had been put in by the German infantry were soon ambushed by German anti-tank snipers near a corner, and the thin armor on the sides was quickly pierced by the blows of the Iron Fist Bazooka, and the tankmen on top were killed by snipers and riflemen before they could climb out of the tanks, and only a few minutes later, the two tanks, which had just flaunted their might, were paralyzed on the corner in smoke.

Regardless of the fact that the Japanese tanks flaunted their might on the Chinese battlefield, in fact, in the trained and highly educated army, the fear of tank attack was very rare, especially in street fighting, and many German weapons could pose a threat to the opposing tanks. What's more, the Americans are now facing German paratroopers, a force that goes deep behind enemy lines and confronts any enemy weapons and equipment alone.

Borol looked at the proof of his battalion's defense, the suppressed and immobile American infantry in the minefield, and the three tanks that had broken their tracks there, and knew that the Americans would not be able to break through their own defense line in this battle no matter what, at least the concealed heavy machine gun positions and the paratrooper fighting vehicle were not exposed, and there were still many forces in his hands that could be used to continue the defense.

Sure enough, the American attack came to a complete halt as the gunfire gradually thinned out, and the large group of American soldiers slowly retreated along the road they had rushed into, abandoning some of the outlying positions they had already occupied, and leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

Before the Germans could celebrate their victory, the large-caliber artillery units of the Americans, who had not been able to meet the front line in time for the battle, launched the most intensive artillery shells, which fell on the German positions one by one, and once again blew up the buildings that had been bombed into ruins. The craters were covered by new craters before they could be filled, and the rubble was replaced by new ones before they could be cleared. The German soldiers curled up at the rubble, waiting for the dense artillery fire to pass away.

Borol knocked off the dust on his helmet with his hand, and gently tapped the dust on the map twice with his hand, just now a shell hit the enemy not far from his headquarters, and killed a member of the battalion headquarters, but thankfully, his battalion headquarters was unharmed, but a lot of dust was shaken down.

Crawling out of the ruins and dust, before dusting off the sand on their bodies, the German soldiers were shocked to find that the American tank was only a few dozen meters away from them.

However, the American infantry that followed did not end well, the German machine-gun position on one side suddenly opened fire, and bullets flew into the crowd of American GIs from the flank, and before anyone could react, more than a dozen American soldiers closed their eyes forever. The rate of fire of the German machine guns was so fast that the American soldiers who were hit did not even need to be rescued.

An American GI who watched his companion's head cut off by a machine gun was so frightened that before he could get down on his stomach he was shattered in the shoulder by a flying bullet, and before he could fall with the force of the impact, he was hit in the chest by another bullet, and then he saw the tracer bullet pass through his armpit and through the stomach of the other man.

The soldier was still conscious when he fell to the ground, his eyes that had not yet closed as his companion was shot and fell, and he watched as the platoon commander who had trained them harshly was shot through the stomach, his intestines gushing out of the wound and rolling with blood...... When he felt the pain, he closed his eyes and walked away from him.

"I don't have any reinforcements for you, I still have 5 soldiers here, it's my last reserve. Borol held up the phone and said helplessly to the commander of the 1st company who was hysterically asking for reinforcements on the front line, a battalion of 470 people, now including the dead soldiers of the logistics group, has killed 95 people, even Borol doesn't know why the Americans are so crazy to attack here, he thought there would be no decent battle here when he parachuted.

Now he knew why his paratroopers had stepped up their anti-tank firepower, and now he knew why he had parachuted with more ammunition than he had to eat, because everyone except the optimistic paratroopers themselves knew that what would break out here was going to be a brutal battle, a desperate battle of life and death.

It was only 5 hours after the start of the battle, he had already exhausted the reserves, Borol didn't dare to imagine what kind of fierce battle would be waiting for him next, he put down the telephone microphone, grabbed it and called the regiment headquarters: "Regiment commander, I am Borol, the opponent's attack is too fierce, I ask for reinforcements." ”

"The reinforcements to your troops will leave in 3 hours, and you will have to hold on to the remaining 3 hours on your own. I have to tell you the bad news briefly, the Americans are trying to encircle the whole of Damanhur, and the line of defense that we have to hold is getting longer and longer. "The commander's side didn't look very easy either, as if the battle had reached its worst climax at the beginning.

"I see! I'll stay here until reinforcements arrive. Borol put down the phone, then looked at Donner, who was with him, and suddenly he remembered the dead Baru, and the bearded man who had died in Belgium that he hadn't remembered for a long time. Borol smiled bitterly, and then buckled the steel helmet above his head: "Let's go, go to the front line!"