Donatro felt that he had never been so unlucky in his life, and he only ran to join the Blackshirts because he was avoiding debts, and he ended up being a member of the Blackshirts.

Originally, he was still a little proud in those days, because after all, even in the Blackshirts, he was a small leader who couldn't be done. But this triumph did not last long, and the damned leader Mussolini went to war with almost all the countries around him.

In France, Donatello took part in an attack on the Italian-French border, only to be defeated by the inferior French border guards. The ammunition and ordnance were lost all the way, and everyone wanted to run back on two more legs to save their lives.

The war did not stop because of Donatro's cowardice, on the contrary, the great Axis expansion war, or the creation war of the new world order, became more and more brutal and large. And he, the "senior commander" of the Blackshirts who escaped from the French battlefield and returned to Italy, was transformed into a senior officer and was arranged into the regular army of Italy as the backbone.

So he swaggered and became a battalion commander, an officer commanding 490 soldiers. He then led this force into the Balkans, and with the help of the Germans, he was able to occupy the Balkan region.

What happened next was a bit puzzling, as Battalion Commander Donatro waited for two young instructors from the Wehrmacht and began to learn various methods of warfare, how to arrange firepower, how to distribute troops into tight defensive and offensive formations.

After this special training, Donatello realized how huge the gap between Italy and Germany really was, at least he found that his army finally had a little bit of an army, and it can even be said that it was only then that he saw what a real army should look like.

His unit was then transferred to the Balkans to participate in the German, Turkish, and Italian military operations to encircle and suppress the guerrillas, and this time his troops did not flee, and skillfully used the tactics they learned to stop a guerrilla force trying to break through. Instead of being routed by a partisan force of more than 1,200 men, Donatro's infantry battalion counterattacked and eliminated 144 heinous Balkan guerrilla fighters.

In the past, the Italian troops had only one option to retreat when facing an enemy twice their size, and when they had no way to retreat, they had only one option, which was to surrender - so it was not easy for the Italian army to be able to open fire and take out their own enemy.

Now, Donatello's battalion and many of the Italian units that had been trained by German instructors were no longer part of the Italian chain of command, and they had been drawn out and assigned to the command of the German Southern Theater Command as allies. And they now also have a new name, called the "Italian Expeditionary Force".

In fact, the Italian units fighting on the Eastern Front did not go through much hard fighting, and most of the Italian troops were placed in the rear to guard some unimportant lines of communication and warehouses. Only a part of the very elite ace units with real combat experience were placed in unimportant areas of the front line.

The Belgorod region, south of Kursk, is unfortunately an "unimportant area" that the Soviet and German armies once paid little attention to. Unfortunately, two of the most powerful armored clusters in human history collided in the vicinity, and this unimportant place suddenly became the most terrible steel grave in the world.

Huddled in the trenches, Donatro holding his rifle and enjoying the most magnificent requiem, at least two Soviet tanks firing non-stop within 50 meters of him, his entire battalion is now on the verge of collapse, and he, as the commander of this battalion, already knows very well that he has no chance to escape this time.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander Donatello, the machine-gun position on the left has been wiped out by the Soviet tank, and the troops of the 1st Company are trying to figure out how to retreat, but we lack cover. A sergeant holding a steel helmet in his hand to make sure that the only protection on his head would not fall from running squinted his eyes and reported to Donatello: "The communication on the 3rd Company's side has been cut off, and we are in a very bad situation right now!"

Donatro looked out of his corner to the trench, where several Italian infantrymen with rifles were being overpowered by bullets fired from the opposing tank's course-looking machine guns. He turned his face to his men and said, "I know! I know what you said, and I don't know what to do now, you know that our battalion will only build a position in this way." ”

The level of German instructors was limited, and the level of these Italian apprentices was even worse, so the final solution was that the Germans mechanically used the most old-fashioned methods to prescribe the style of play, and the Italians simply developed habits - so everything was fine, and a unit with a certain combat capability was "quick". As for the effect, look at today's embarrassing appearance, it goes without saying.

"The Soviets did not cut into our line of defense by means of a central breakthrough, so the anti-tank guns could not form crossfire. Single fire, and soon they will be killed. The sergeant pointed to the Soviet tanks in the distance that were constantly attacking the Italian positions, retracted his head and said to his battalion commander: "The enemy has more than three tanks, and this is not something we can deal with." ”

"If we retreat in this case, we will lose two-thirds of our troops. Donatro only mechanically remembered the conclusion of the exercise given by the German instructor, and he remembered that he had escaped again, and that his men were brutally hunted down until he himself was killed, and that his opponent had not lost a single person. The deep impression that the exercise left on him was another reason that prevented him from throwing away his armor.

"Battalion Commander......" The sergeant seemed to try to persuade him, but a flying stray bullet hit his steel helmet, and the blood spurted out of the steel helmet, flowing down the eaves of the Italian steel helmet, and lying in the trench with the owner of the blood.

"Ahh

He grabbed with his hand an Italian infantryman who passed by him and gave his battle order: "Order the anti-tank guns on both flanks to fire, we need the support of anti-tank fire." ”

The Italian soldier glanced back at his battalion commander, and then, without looking back, continued in the opposite direction of the Soviet Red Army's attack, and sped away. Donatro smiled wryly, for it was a familiar back to him, and that was how he had fled from the French positions more than a year earlier.

Something different happened, the Italian soldier who ran out was quickly beaten into a sieve by the machine gun on the Soviet tank, tracer bullets penetrated his body like lasers, and then he was piled up on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Let the anti-tank guns fire!!" Donatro staggered for a moment, then shouted hysterically in the trenches: "Whoever it is, thank God, let those two cannons fire!"

"Boom!" I don't know if his prayer was fulfilled or if someone heard his order, but the first anti-tank gun fired, and the shell hit the armor of a Soviet KV-1 tank, piercing its side armor. A raging Soviet tank was no longer active, but paralyzed on the battlefield, emitting a puff of green smoke.

The two Soviet soldiers who were still alive inside jumped out of the tank and were reached through the sieve by the angry Italian soldiers without two steps. After all, this tank had just killed at least dozens of Italian soldiers, and it also inspired these Italians to take revenge from another angle.

Another anti-tank gun also fired, but for unknown reasons, the shell did not hit the most threatening T-34 tank. Both anti-tank guns were then destroyed by the outnumbered Soviet tanks, and now the Italians had fewer anti-tank weapons in their hands.

"Hey, I say, we're running away like this?" Donatro shouted as another foot soldier passed him in disarray, toward the place where the body of a deserter was still lying, "Don't you have a little Italian shame?"

Watching his men die one after another in front of him, Donatro suddenly had no intention of running away. He remembered the exuberance he had when he was in the Balkans, commanding his troops to hold their positions, and he was unwilling to easily taste the humiliation of defeat after experiencing victory.

"Go back and fight! Let these Soviets see how good our Italian Roman legions are!" Donatro grabbed the arm of a soldier who had lost his armor and shouted with all his might: "We can win! We are the heroic Italian expeditionary force!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ensign, I have to get out of here, there are too many Soviets. The soldier broke free of Donatro's pull and stumbled towards the path to "live". It seemed very bright and seemed to represent hope.

Donatro hesitated for a moment, then took a step in that direction, and then suddenly he felt that he had lost the last shred of his honor, so he stopped, and involuntarily straightened up slightly.

"Phew!" Donatro felt like a hammer hit his head at the sound of gunshots coming from nowhere, and then a boundless darkness enveloped all the surrounding scenery.

A few minutes later, the last battalion of Italy's front-line defense units was wiped out, and they proved with their actual actions that Italy is not all cowards -

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