In the midst of the rubble, a German gunner, holding a G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, aimed at an American soldier who was hunched down and hiding under a low wall, apparently not realizing that he had been targeted, and his movements were still very light and slow.

"Bah!" Without the slightest hesitation, the bullet flew over a short distance in an instant, piercing the chest of the opposing soldier. When the German soldiers saw that the other party had been shot, they did not hesitate at all, and immediately crawled away, without the slightest intention of dragging mud and water. Soon, the position he had just now was shot out of a cloud of white smoke by the bullets of the US military, as if he was venting the resentment of the other party.

An American M4 Sherman tank slowly moved forward. The American soldiers who were originally following the tank had already been separated by German snipers and the MG42 machine gun that attacked suddenly, dozens of meters away, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and flying bullets, two German soldiers bent down to hold their steel helmets, and ran through the street from the rear of the tank to the building on the other side.

There, another improvised position was being erected, and a German machine gunner was removing the chain from his neck and stuffing it into the MG42 machine gun in front of him. Not far from him, a rifleman was loading the bay of his G43 automatic rifle.

Two German soldiers crossing the street jumped into a smoking crater, one picked up the walkie-talkie inside, and began to remind his comrades behind: "A new American tank, heading to Defense Area 6, without infantry cover, over!" Next to him, the soldier in charge of covering him had already swept down an American soldier running up with a gun with an MP-44.

On the other side of the building, a co-shooter had already stuffed a rocket into the tail of the Iron Fist Bazooka, and then he tapped the steel helmet of the shooter who was aiming at the target in front of him, and loudly reminded his comrades: "Reload it! It's time to fire!"

The shooter in front had already lassoed his target with the scope and got the news that the reload was complete, and after only two seconds, he pulled his trigger, and the tail of the Iron Fist bazooka erupted in a wave of air, and a rocket flew out of the barrel of the bazooka, dragging a long tail flame, and rushed towards the tail of the American tank.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the tail of the American tank began to catch fire, and thick smoke began to erupt violently, and the tank, which was not fast, gradually slowed down, and finally became motionless.

The hatch of the tank was opened from the inside, and the commander of the American tank had just shown his head when he was shot in the neck by a German sniper not far away. The driver who jumped out of the tank on the other side had barely taken a few steps before he was struck into a sieve by an MP-44 assault rifle that was lying in ambush. As for the loader, the gun commander and the radio operator, they were left in the tank forever by the burning gasoline before they could escape the tank.

In Patton's temporary command at the front, his staff officers were reporting to him on the losses at the front, and it was clear that the German paratroopers were more effective than estimated, and more than a little stronger. After five hours of hard fighting, Patton's troops not only did not complete the plan to divide and encircle the German army, but also did not complete half of the original plan.

The separate armored brigade and the reinforcement cost the infantry of this brigade a total of 1,100 casualties, and it has not yet been able to take a block from the Germans, after all, the German paratroopers are street fighters who have come all the way through the ruins and wreckage, and the American soldiers have been fighting in the desert and have not experienced such bloody street battles until now.

In their minds, the Germans were nothing more than a bunch of cunning rats crouching in the rubble and fighting them Americans for an entire hour for a small corner. Bullets came from all directions, making it impossible to dodge. Company by company of Americans were filled into these blocks, and as a result, company after company disappeared from the troop count.

"We have lost 77 tanks, and if we count the number of armored vehicles, we have fired 900 shells, and there are no buildings with more than 2 floors here, but we still have not been able to force the Germans to give up resistance. The staff officer said dejectedly. He knew what kind of situation he was in, and once Rommel behind him had dealt with all kinds of troubles, it would be all over as soon as he caught up.

"How's the detour on both flanks going? The 8th Panzer Division is attacking the city center from several directions at the same time, and there's no reason why it should be pushed back, right?" Patton was also shocked by the terrible resilience of the German paratroopers, he had never seen such a resilient army, even in the ruins, even without any reinforcements, they were still holding their ground.

The staff officer knows who is more ruthless and is not afraid of losses and sacrifices. He pointed to the map and said to Patton, "The 8th Panzer Division is attacking here, here, and here and here, but the battle is very close. I don't know if they will be able to break through the German lines,"

Barton nodded, but finally didn't continue to speak. Just as he asked himself about the progress of the battle, the American tanks encountered the most terrible scene since they began to attack, an advancing American tank was suddenly destroyed, and because of the obstruction of vision, no one could see where the attack was coming from.

The remaining few American tanks accelerated to attack the German positions, covering the infantry to clear the German troops inside one trench after another, and the battle went to a white-hot stage, and white-knuckle battles even broke out on many positions. The number of German losses also began to skyrocket, and Student received reports of German losses of more than 500 men.

However, when the American tanks discovered that there was a German "tank" in front of them, this attack was again in vain, and the frightened American soldiers abandoned their armor and retreated to the positions they had set out from, and the reports from the battlefield flew like snowflakes to Patton's headquarters, and the contents were very similar, all saying that Rommel's armored forces had appeared in Damanhur.

"This is nonsense! Those are the few paratrooper tanks in the German army! They are not Rommel's armored units at all! Let these fools continue to attack! The capture of Damanhur is victory!" Patton was so angry that he crumpled the telegram in his hand after reading the report. Although the offensive began again under artillery bombardment ten minutes later, the news of the appearance of German armored vehicles on the battlefield still hit the morale of the American army, which was already on the verge of collapse.

Borol had already moved his headquarters to the front of the 1 Company defense, less than 50 meters from the trenches at the forefront. Only him, Donner, and a walkie-talkie liaison had not yet joined the battle, and the rest of the troops, including the cooks and medics, had begun to act as ordinary infantry and join the increasingly brutal fighting.

"U.S. attack!" With a shout, the battle kicked off again, this time the number of American infantry was not large, but there were 10 tanks, all of them had solemn expressions on their faces, it was obvious that this was a large-scale attack, whether they could stop this American attack, everyone had no bottom in their hearts.

"Ready to fight!" Borol glanced at the somewhat nervous Donner, picked up his rifle, the American tank had already crossed the first line of trench defense in front of the 1st Company at this time, the huge tracks ran over the corpses of several German defenders, and the ground could even be felt trembling slightly not far away.

"Phew!" a German sniper in the distance fired the first shot of the German defenders' counterattack, and one of the opposing soldiers fell in response, without even having time to let out a scream. With this gunshot, more German positions opened fire, knocking the already small number of American soldiers to the ground.

The American tanks were not idle, and the course machine guns also spewed out tongues of fire, and soon some German soldiers were hit and fell in foxholes. As the battle progressed, the already battered German defensive positions began to leak in, and an American tank ran over Borol's side, and the huge tracks were less than a meter away from Borol's steel helmet.

But soon the Americans paid for their rashness, and two rockets flew out of the rubble on the side, one hitting the tracks of one American tank, and the other hitting the side armor of the other. The two American tanks quickly stopped, and the crews inside, under the cover of other tanks, jumped out and fled to the rear.

"Boom!" The American tank driving at the front pressed an anti-tank mine, and the huge impact force made Borol not far away shake twice, and the sand was lifted up, hitting the people around him like a wave.

The coaxial machine gun of the American tank in the second position opened fire, and the bullet swept through the trench of Borol and extended into the distance, where a German machine gun position was instantly shot out of a cloud of white smoke.

"Boom!" the paratrooper tank hidden in the corner finally opened fire, and a 75 mm armor-piercing shell directly penetrated the M4 tank's not thick front armor, as if a steel nail had penetrated into the wall. The huge force caused the American tank to stop immediately, and the crew inside was estimated to have all been killed in the first place, because Borol did not see anyone escape.

The appearance of the paratrooper fighting vehicle was the last straw that broke the American armored forces, and this time the massive attack was once again futile, leaving a full M4 tank with broken tracks and a broken but not burned to the ground. Together with the two destroyed by the German infantry, the wreckage of 4 American tanks has been dropped here, and if you count the number of armored fighting vehicle companies that were dropped by the Americans earlier, there is already almost the number of armored fighting vehicle companies -

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