"These stupid Germans, do they think they're made of iron?" an Italian commander put down his binoculars, then tapped the 75mm anti-aircraft gun next to him, pointed at the attacking German paratroopers over there, and ordered: "Aim in that direction and fire to keep them down!"

"Yes, sir!" the Italian artilleryman nodded, and aimed his gun at the attacking German paratroopers. He shook the handle and aimed the cannon, and the loaders pulled a shell from the reinforced concrete shell storage compartment and loaded it into the chamber.

"Fire!" With a command, the Italian soldier, who clearly had the advantage in heavy weapons, pulled the cannon in his hand. It turns out that not all Italian defense projects cut corners, at least when the airport was built, it was carefully designed and built by the Italians.

The shells hit the crowd of German paratroopers attacking, and several paratroopers fell in a pool of blood at once, and the impact was then suppressed by the explosion, and the Italian firepower point, which had found the substitute shooter, began to roar again after a short ceasefire, and the situation of the German paratroopers became even more difficult.

Borol watched his soldiers overwhelmed by enemy bullets and shells, and was anxious. But he really didn't have much of a good way to attack as soon as possible and break through the positions of the Italians. In fact, retreat is also an option, but unfortunately this choice has long been deleted from the dictionary of German paratroopers.

"Have you contacted the 2nd Battalion on the west side of the airfield, and what is the situation on their side?" Above Borol's head, a row of enemy troops had made a crater and was steaming, bullets were flying everywhere, and everyone had to keep their bodies as low as possible to avoid enemy fire.

"Sir, they were also suppressed by Italian firepower, and we did not anticipate that such a stubborn Italian counterattack would occur. The commander of the 1st Company, who was following Borol, said with a wry smile: "They occupy a high place and have heavy firepower, don't we have any preparatory plans?"

"Of course there is a plan!" At the same time, far away from the place where they were fighting in Borol, General Holt said to his men with a smile in a front-line headquarters that had just been set up: "The main reason why we don't carry heavy firepower is because our heavy firepower can rush to the battlefield at any time!"

"You're saying that our support fire has already arrived on the battlefield?" one officer looked at his boss in confusion, then suddenly realized something, and his face began to laugh evilly: "This is really what those Italian bastards suffered." ”

Just as the commander of the 1st Company asked Borol if he had any plans in place, two Stuka bombers swooped down from Borol's head. The terrible sound of friction with the air on the fuselage due to irregularity, accompanied by the sound of whistles, suddenly made the entire German paratroopers happy.

It's simply the most beautiful music in the world, because it's a great hymn to saving their lives. When a bomb dropped from the belly of a Stuka bomber hit the concrete fortifications of an anti-aircraft artillery position, all the German paratroopers cheered, because the wind from the huge explosion was so crisp that it blew away all the guns of the resistance.

Before the Italian defenders could point the anti-aircraft guns that had fired flat into the sky again, the sudden German bomber force entered the battle, and the two Stuka were only the vanguard of the front station, and at this time, behind the two Stuka stukas, at least ten Stuka dive bombers roared down from the clouds, aiming their terrifying noses at their targets.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" The Italian officer, who had just been arrogant and invincible, was already in a hurry at this time, and he was eager to go into battle in person to aim the 75-mm anti-aircraft gun at the German planes that were raging in the sky. He pushed away his subordinates who shook the handle, shook the handle with all his might, and pointed the muzzle of the cannon at the German plane dropping bombs in the sky.

The entire perimeter of the airfield had been blown into flames by these Stuka bombers, and the Italian defenders, who had just held the upper hand, had now been scattered and chaotic under this devastating attack. The so-called resistance has also become a complete joke, and now they have no ability to escape artillery, let alone stop those paratroopers who are like wolves and tigers.

"Aim! Aim at the plane! Shoot it down, and each will be rewarded with 1,000 ...... No!3000!" The officer shook the adjustment handle of the cannon and shouted encouragement to his men. Hearing this large sum of money, these soldiers also worked extremely hard, and soon aimed their artillery at a German plane in the distance.

Unfortunately, they didn't see the back of their heads, and the two German Stuka bombers had already aimed their dive course at this anti-aircraft artillery permanent position. They began to dive with a roar, then aimed their winged 20mm cannons at the unsuspecting prey.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German pilots were not allowed to attack the Italians, but instead they were armed with bombs and filled with ammunition, and were ordered to destroy all resistance. So they did not hesitate to pull the trigger to open fire and threw a dense stream of bullets at the enemy whose sights were pressing.

Before the Italian defenders on this anti-aircraft gun position could react, they were already enveloped in a rain of bullets, flying sparks everywhere, and the dense machine guns shattered everything that stood in their way, including the anti-aircraft gun and the Italians around the anti-aircraft gun.

It only took a moment for the place to become full of flesh and blood. The shells had smashed the fragile human body to pieces, and blood and minced flesh were sprayed everywhere, and the Italian officer sitting on the cannon only felt that his body had been hit by a huge force like a hammer, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his intestines gushing out of his stomach.

He opened his mouth to shout loudly, only to find blood blocking his throat, he tried to remove his body from the cannon only to find one of his legs a few meters away, and his mind was full of regret that he should not have come to such an unfortunate place for such an unfortunate mission. Then he didn't know anything, because it was pitch black before his eyes, and then he lost all consciousness.

When the Luftwaffe appeared, the German paratroopers knew that their helpers were coming, and these helpers could definitely suppress all opponents, because at least they had not seen the Luftwaffe being flattened in the sky by their opponents. Indeed, these bombers quickly destroyed the Italian defenses and drove the recalcitrant Italians out of their fortifications.

Borrol led his troops on the offensive and the process went unusually well, and the Italians seemed to understand the importance of their lives in the midst of the indiscriminate bombardment, and they surrendered in droves, laying down their weapons in the face of the German paratroopers. Despite their numerical superiority, their will to resist has been completely destroyed by the roaring Stukka.

Just like the Dutch-Belgian army almost two years ago, they had never seen this three-dimensional attack tactic originating from Germany. Today they finally got a taste of the original German air-ground blitzkrieg, and their performance was not much better than that of other countries' armies.

In the past, when they were allies with the Germans, they only thought that the other was a cold and reliable ally, but now when they were hostile to each other, the Italians finally understood how terrible their ally was when they were enemies.

After shooting and sweeping down an Italian defender who did not lay down his arms, Borol and his men rushed into the headquarters of the Italian airport, and several Italian officers inside were dressed very decently, as if they were a group of gentlemen, and handed Borol some documents in their hands: "Sir, we surrender on behalf of all the soldiers here, here is the list of aircraft in stock, and the list of army personnel...... I hope you don't shoot and kill people again......"

Borol took the documents from the officers' hands, then nodded and said to the surrendered officers: "Now this is taken over by the Wehrmacht of the Third Reich, I hope you will cooperate!" He spoke in German, not caring whether the Italians understood what he was saying or not. Because he knew that the other party only needed to understand one thing - and that was not to disobey the rifle in his hand.

These Italians were very cooperative, except for one person. The Italian smiled bitterly, drew his pistol, and smashed his head with the gun in full view of countless guns. No one knew what he was thinking, because it all happened so fast, too fast.

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Just when the whole of Italy was in chaos, in the south of Italy, in a small port across the sea from Sicily, an Italian transport ship docked on the dock, where a group of Italian officers and several men in Wehrmacht uniforms were waiting, all waiting on the dock, waiting for the transport ship to stop with their hands behind their backs.

The ladder was lowered, and a man in a cloak, escorted by the guards, stepped down from the transport, and the Italian general, led by him, walked over, and finally under the hood of the cloak, he saw the appearance of the person who came, he looked at each other in surprise, and for a long time asked himself, "Why are you here?"

Continue to make up for it today, Long Ling has been crazy to pay off his debts in the past few days, and he is really tired...... That, dare to ask for a monthly pass!!

In addition, the third may be a little late, so you can wait until tomorrow morning to watch it......