But apparently firing at such a time, this machine-gun position did not think of leaving, their position was too far forward and too isolated, and there was not even a communication trench to cover their retreat. On the other hand, the weight of the 13 mm large-caliber machine guns did not allow them to maneuver as quickly as they carried the MG42 machine gun.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the Americans to start their return fire, and the turret of one of the tanks turned to its side and aimed at the missed machine-gun position. The coaxial machine guns began to fire violently, and after suppressing the fire of the German machine guns there, the main gun suddenly erupted into a cloud of flames, and a shell just made a crater there.

On the position of the 1st Company, more than a dozen German soldiers who had run out of ammunition were wearing bayonets to their rifles, humming songs softly, and from time to time looking at the American soldiers not far away with their deeply sunken eyes, this was the last time they fought for their homeland, and it was also the last time they launched their own charge.

I can't go back to my hometown, I heard that there are already herds of cattle and sheep, I can't go back to my hometown, I hear that there are now singing everywhere, I can't go back to my hometown, I hear that the world has long been turned upside down, I can't go back to my hometown, can you be okay with that former person? The sacred and beautiful motherland seems to have nothing to do with me forever, and all I can do now is to make a vow to the end of my life.

When the Americans approached with their weapons, these resolute soldiers jumped out of their trenches, and their sturdy figures startled the American soldiers on the other side, some of whom reacted quickly and immediately shot down the hideous-faced enemy in front of them, while others were slow and were stabbed to the ground by the bayonets of the German soldiers.

Borol was lying on the edge of the foxhole, his assault rifle in his hand, and with a short shot he knocked over an American soldier, he retracted his head to avoid the rain of bullets, poked out the muzzle of the gun in another place, and beat another young American into a sieve.

If it weren't for the war, they would have come from all over the famous cities of the United States, some from Philadelphia and some from California, while the German paratroopers might have come from Hamburg or their homes in Munich or Frankfurt. When they meet, they are likely to brag to each other about the beer in their hometown or the prosperity of their cars in their own country - at least not as they are now, sending each other to hell with bullets and bayonets.

But if it weren't for the war, they wouldn't have been able to come together and come to such a place full of yellow sand, and draw their swords against each other for different beliefs, different ideals, and different futures, right? At least their oaths were similar, and they all vowed to fight to the last moment for their country, to the end of their lives—ridiculously, only for themselves.

"Boom, Boom, Click!" The last bullet flew out of the chamber, and Borol unloaded his magazine, reaching into his breast pocket, and found that he only had the last magazine left. He smiled wryly, as if remembering the night that made him despair, and seemed to remember the night that made him truly a veteran. That night, he also ran out of ammunition, and it was also after that night that the German paratroopers were famous all over the world and were invincible.

"Battalion commander, battalion commander!" A soldier came up from the communication trench behind the side, sat on the ground in frustration and gasped: "The Iron Fist rockets are gone, we have no heavy weapons, the Americans have too many tanks, the company commander asked me to come to you, saying that it is best to find some way to get some reinforcements." ”

Leaning against the wall of the foxhole, Borol took out a crumpled cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it with a match in his mouth, and spit out a puff of smoke before he spoke: "There will be no reinforcements, the battalion behind us was transferred half an hour ago, and the American troops in the north are fighting even harder, and General Student himself led people there." ”

There was silence, almost suffocating silence, and then the signal soldier laughed, followed by Donner, and finally Borol laughed too. Finally the signal soldier stood up and went back the way he came. Before he left, Borol suddenly said: "I'm going back, if anyone doesn't die today, we must keep the number of our battalion, and if I can't do it, I will die with everyone." ”

The soldier in charge of the interrogation was carrying a G43 rifle with a bayonet already loaded, paused, and then left without looking back: "Okay!"

There were more American soldiers on the opposite side, and Borol's position, which was less than a hundred meters away from the tracks of the Americans' tanks, ran out of his last bullet and pulled out the very beautiful pistol that had been issued to the battalion commander. This pistol is made in Belgium, powerful, reliable and durable, very similar to the M1911A1 pistols used by the Americans, both have no aesthetics, and are full of the atmosphere of mass industrial production.

As he pulled out his gun, he saw the Medal for War Wounded, the Medal for Valorant, the Airborne Medal, the Iron Cross and the Airborne British Memorial Medal on the chest of the gray-green German Army uniform in the desert yellow raincoat. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and then the hand holding the gun became more firm and steady, and Borol knew that the most important moment of his life was approaching.

"Planes, our planes!" William Downer heard the roar of the plane's engines, and when Borol looked up, a huge figure of an airplane was already flying above his head, and one plane after another formed a tight formation in the sky, finally giving people the illusion of obscuring the sky.

For the first time, 110 butcher bombers flew in formation at medium and low altitudes, and dropped a full 600 tons of bombs, one bomb after another fell on the positions of the US troops not far away, rolling up thick smoke and flames that covered the sky. It was a full 600 tons of napalm incendiary bombs, which was definitely a nightmare for the Americans who were concentrating their forces on the onslaught.

The sound of the explosion began to extend from a short distance in front of the position and continued backwards, until it was out of sight of everyone. The American soldiers panicked, and the place behind them that should have been full of friendly troops was now only a raging fire burning mercilessly. There is only one pitiful sentence left in everyone's hearts now: 8th Panzer Division, it's over!

"Butcher! Hooray! I love you!" Donner excitedly stood up from the foxhole and waved his arm at the Ta-152 fighter escorting the butcher bombers in the sky, completely forgetting that the position of the other side was bombed at least a hundred meters away from their position, and this distance was still full of American soldiers.

"Are you crazy!" Borol rushed to his signal corpsman, but he was still a step too late, and the American gunfire rang out, Borol felt the blood splattered on his face and neck, and then he fell heavily into the foxhole with Donner in his arms.

"Ahh Blood was spurting from the huge wound on the wrist, and it looked terrifying.

Borol hurriedly pulled out the individual first-aid kit from the side pocket, tore off the bandages inside, and hurriedly tightened Donner's wound and bandaged him to stop the bleeding, the surrounding gunfire gradually thinned out, and it seemed that the Americans had given up this attack and began to retreat.

"You idiot! You're probably the last fool to die in this battle! Where am I going to get you to the medics at this point? What are you standing up for? Don't die? Huh?" Birold yelled as he bandaged Donner's wound, ignoring the blood that had stained the pants and shoes he was riding on.

"What if...... If you don't mind...... It's better to change the professional to do the bandaging!" A voice suddenly came from behind Borol, and as soon as the battalion commander Borrol turned around, he saw an American medician with his hands raised.

Borol was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the pistol next to him, but the American on the other side obviously didn't plan to do anything to live or die: "I used to study medicine in Germany, so I speak German well...... I surrendered, and the battle was over. ”

When Borrol was in his body, he found that his crotch was full of blood, and he was so frightened that he quickly touched himself, and found that there was no wound before he was relieved, so two German soldiers and an American soldier were in the foxhole, chatting without a word.

At the same moment, in the headquarters of the US 8th Armored Division, Patton walked up to the armored command vehicle that had been started with his hands behind his back, he looked back at Damanhur, who was still burning and exploding, sighed, and gave the order to retreat: "Perhaps, we will never come back, order all the troops that can be contacted, retreat! Retreat directly to Suez, it is estimated that if we go to Cairo now, we will never see Suez again." ”

The staff officer and the guards worked together to close the door of the armored car, and the two armored vehicles around them also started up, and the huge radio antenna swayed back and forth with the bumps of the vehicle, like a tree branch in the wind, desolate.

Then there was a jeep that followed one after another, and a dozen trucks filled with listless American soldiers, and the convoy headed east, kicking up a cloud of dust along the highway that choked people's eyes. On both sides of the road were dozens of 155 mm howitzers that had not had time to destroy, as well as empty ammunition boxes and scrapped armored vehicles and trucks.

Not far away, one after another M4 Sherman tanks joined the fleeing group, an army of more than 100,000 men, with more than 1,000 tanks and hundreds of planes, and now they were disgraced and had to be routed all the way back to a place far behind them.