"Deliver my orders! All artillerymen, fire at once! Give me all the shells into Damanhur! Assemble the troops at once, attack! Give me sure to take Damanhur! Don't let a German paratrooper spare, and set foot on this damn place!" Barton said with gritted teeth and clenched his fists in annoyance.

"General, if we continue to consume these paratroopers, we may not be able to leave. The staff officer said anxiously, the information in his hand proved that the opponent was not far from here, and if it continued to be consumed meaninglessly, the entire 8th Army would be buried here. This responsibility is not only for him, but also for Barton.

Patton interrupted the staff officer with a wave of his hand, and as he stepped out of his armored command vehicle, he explained: "I have not lost my mind, I am just trying to consume the Germans as much as possible...... We just left, and I was really unwilling. If, if the German paratroopers couldn't hold out first, we would be so ugly as undefeated, wouldn't we?"

As he said this, Barton was a little distracted, and he stepped out of the car with his foot up, stepping on the yellow sand, feeling the heat coming from the soles of his shoes. He was only a short distance away from Cairo, but now he felt as if he was thousands of miles away. The whole of Egypt may no longer belong to the British, nor to the Americans.

For the German paratroopers, the final test has finally arrived, but this test is more difficult and more tragic than the previous one. Rommel's telegram had reached Student an hour earlier, and he almost wept with joy when he received it, because the German paratroopers he regarded as precious did not have to shed their blood in a place called Damanhur, and the battle was ultimately won by Student.

The telegram was circulated to almost every German soldier, and everyone knew that the American soldiers who surrounded them would not be rampant any longer. Unfortunately, before everyone could cheer in victory, the shells of the Americans rained down on their heads. In the beginning, the statisticians at the division headquarters used shells to count the number of shells fired by the American troops, and every time they heard a cannon shot, they would throw a used shell into a woven bag, but now they could not count the explosion of shells, and everyone had to grab a handful of shells and stuff them into woven bags to estimate the shells fired by the Americans.

Borol learned today that the battle he had experienced before, although it was tragic, was far less than what he had to go through today. He held his gun firmly, and curled up in the trench with his steel helmet, waiting for this round of intensive artillery bombardment to pass. But time seemed to freeze for him, and he had never felt that time passed by so slowly.

If the usual shelling made people live like years, then now the shelling of the Americans makes people feel like they are already in hell, and from time to time people around them let out screams of being hit by shrapnel, and the heart-rending is only covered by the dense artillery sound for a moment. Borol felt that if he was asked to attack the Americans' positions now, he would not hesitate to carry it out, as long as he was allowed to leave this hell that was constantly exploding and burning.

Only the recruits are afraid of shelling, and the veterans are even more afraid of light machine guns, but for the endless shelling, everyone will be afraid. Borol knew that after this shelling, the Americans would probably get out of the way with their tails between their legs, but he still kept praying, praying that this qiē would end quickly.

"Oh my God, are the Americans crazy? Never shoot all the shells on our side, right?" muttered helplessly to Donner, who was also huddled in the corner, who had just been hit by a cannonball not far away, and the raised sand buried half of his legs.

"Americans! They're attacking! Everyone is ready to fight!" A German paratrooper in front of him saw the tanks and infantry that the Americans had touched with the artillery fire. Everyone knew that the Americans were making their last struggle, but for the German paratroopers, the intensity of this last struggle was a bit overwhelming.

"Persuade us to surrender, won't it be the end of your own honest surrender? A bunch of bastards!" Borol pulled the bolt of his gun, and after hearing the commotion, he carefully stuck his head out of the foxhole, and not far away, sure enough, the American army was following the tanks, and it seemed that there was at least one battalion in number.

"Our battalion commander was hit by a machine gun, and we couldn't withstand it after more than ten minutes, the ammunition in our hands ran out, and the replenishment couldn't keep up, and the entire battalion lost almost more than 200 people. A paratrooper who had retreated from the front looked very depressed, and he followed hundreds of German soldiers to his position on the Borol side, and the Americans were killed at least 500 people, but they still had no intention of taking a step back.

"Forming a new defensive position behind us, and arranging for people to go to the division headquarters to get ammunition, it should be fast! Help us get some, I estimate that we will only be able to hold out for half an hour. Borol patted the young German soldier on the shoulder and said seriously: "Go!"

"Fire!" On a machine-gun position not far away, the German command was heard very clearly, and when the machine gun suddenly fired, knocking down a large number of American soldiers. However, the American troops also opened fire, and the two sides engaged in a firepower competition at close range. An American machine gunner was immediately sieveed by the strafing German bullets.

However, it didn't take long for the machine guns on the tank to join the battle, and the German machine gun position was easily suppressed by the opponent, and the bullets splashed a white mist in the mud and sand, and the machine gun was quickly beaten into a part state, and the front shooter and the secondary shooter inside were hit at the same time, and fell into the foxhole with a bloody face.

"Hell, let the anti-tank team prepare to attack!" Borol instructed Donner beside him: "Go and inform the men of the 3rd Company, prepare the ring position, the opponent's tanks are coming!"

As he spoke, he picked up the walkie-talkie next to him: "2nd Company? Hey, hey, speak, is it 2nd Company? I'm Boror, take your men to move to the left, give up their position and prepare to attack on the flank! What? Your company commander is dead? Then who is commanding on your side? Convey my order! Immediately!"

Angry, Borol lost the phone in his hand, and turned back to find that he hadn't come back yet, so he had to pick up the binoculars hanging on his chest and carefully look at what was happening on the position not far ahead of him, where the American tanks had run over the trenches, some American soldiers were firing into the trenches with weapons, and on the position that was supposed to be the core of the 2nd Company, an American tank was burning and exploding.

"Even if we all die, Germany will live forever!" a German soldier, probably running out of his ammunition, rushed at the American unit with a trench shovel and shouting this slogan, and soon he was hit by a bullet through the chest and fell to his knees, and the American continued to shoot, and the bullet hit the corpse until it finally fell.

"Long live the Führer!" a German paratrooper suddenly jumped up from the side of an American tank and threw three or four grenades into the gap of the American tank, and after a continuous burst of explosions, the tank gradually stopped in the smoke of gunpowder, and a puff of black smoke rose from the position of the engine. As the flames burned little by little, the Americans inside the tank finally fled in panic, and the tank exploded soon after.

Borol had to grab the walkie-talkie again, and choked up with tears in his eyes: "Is there anyone else listening to the 2nd Company? Speak! I am Boror, I order you to retreat, I order you to retreat! Is there anyone?"

"Battalion commander, we still have people in the 2nd Company! But our 2nd Company is here, and the position of the 2nd Company is also here, and they haven't run, so I don't want to run away, and there are no cowards in the 2nd Company, right?" said a childish voice on the walkie-talkie with a crying voice.

"What idiot said this was an escape? I'm the battalion commander, and I ordered you to retreat! Hey, hey, hey?" Borol shouted over and over again into the walkie-talkie.

"I don't know who else is here, I'm a signal corpsman of the 2nd Company, I'm here on the orders of the company commander, and now I'm going to fight for the Führer until the last moment, God and Germany are with you!" After the walkie-talkie finished saying this, there was no sound, and the gunfire on the position continued, and it seemed that German soldiers fell every minute.

Suddenly, a soldier slipped into the foxhole where Borol was, startling Borol: "Don't shoot, I'm Donner!" Obviously, the process of the signal soldier next to the battalion commander to find the 3rd Company was not smooth, and his clothes, which were originally clean, are now no different from rags.

"The 3rd Company is ready, and the 2nd Company can move out of position. He gasped and stared at Borol as he spoke.

"Don't move away, the 2nd Company has just lost contact......" Borol said to Donner with some frustration: "Go find a weapon and prepare for battle, since the 2nd Company has no cowards, presumably as their battalion commander, I should also fight until the last moment, right?" ”

Suddenly, the gunfire became denser, and the 13mm heavy machine guns deployed in a hidden position suddenly opened fire, and they had been lying in ambush on the flanks of the entire German position, and now they found the time to open fire, so they heroically fired the gunfire from the side. The bullets swept densely at the American armored vehicles and infantry, and in an instant, two American armored vehicles were penetrated and burst into flames, and the large-caliber machine guns fired so fatally at close range that they could indeed threaten the thin tail armor of many armored vehicles.