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Volume 2 Growth Chapter 737 Paratrooper Dilemma

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    Fire was roaring, gunpowder smoke filled the sky, and the vast wilderness was filled with broken debris and bloody corpses.  The unique smell produced by the burning of large amounts of gunpowder spreads in the air, making people feel stuffed in the chest and nauseated.  The fiery red flames set off the purple sunset, adding an unspeakable tragedy and desolation to this battlefield: hundreds of heroic officers and soldiers have been buried here, and this is just the beginning of the battle!  In a huge hole in the field, Dick, a German airborne soldier, was lying exhausted in it; from time to time, loose sand fell from above and got into the cuffs of his collar and shoes, mixing with sweat to form an extremely uncomfortable viscous substance.  .  However, Dick, who had to spend a lot of energy to even raise an arm, had no time to pay attention to his personal cleanliness. He just wanted to restore his physical strength as much as possible in this slightly safer bunker.  The comrades next to him also had the same idea as him. At this moment, except for two people standing guard at the edge of the cave entrance, the other dozen soldiers were sitting or lying motionless in the cave; they used tobacco to numb their fear and stimulate their nerves.  , several soldiers even let out even deep breathing under extreme exhaustion.  In the German army's initial campaign plan, Dick's 107th Airborne Regiment should be deployed in the western area less than 20 kilometers away from Baracoa; in this way, even the opponent's armored regiment stationed in Guantš¢namo would take immediate action.  Action will take at least 6 hours to reach them.  During this period, the paratroopers of the 107th Airborne Regiment could fully dig trenches, lay mines, and build their own defenses.  And once the situation on the front line is unfavorable, they can also call the fleet at sea that protects the transport fleet through radio.  Request the latter to provide long-range fire support: whether it is the 203mm gun on the heavy cruiser.  Or the battleship's large-caliber heavy artillery.  They can both deliver fairly accurate strikes at this range.  However, there was a fatal deviation in the landing location of this paratrooper.  A strong northerly wind blew over the local waters on the 15th, causing the German aircraft group coming from the east to be blown far away from their original position; only when the soldiers of the 107th Airborne Regiment fell to the ground did they realize that they were  It deviated a full 20km from the planned landing point.  What's even more fatal is that the direction they deviated happened to be close to the US military base in Guantanamo, and the main US military deployed there was undoubtedly the powerful enemy that every German airborne trooper was least willing to face!  Seeing that things have come to this, Colonel Barak, the regiment leader, can only bite the bullet and let the troops carry out the order.  Troops gathered from all over the place began to build simple fortifications on the spot, and the precious 75mm recoilless rifle was carefully concealed: due to its unique working mechanism.  This makes the concealment of this kind of artillery much lower than that of conventional artillery. As long as the opponent finds dust flying in a certain place, he can determine that there must be something going on there.  In less than two hours, when the German fortifications were still in the formative stage, the reconnaissance force transmitted battlefield intelligence that shocked Barak: a military force with hundreds of tanks, hundreds of vehicles, and more than 3,000 soldiers.  Large groups of soldiers have already appeared in the western region less than 7 kilometers away from themselves; and the lineup of these American troops who came to kill themselves has further intensified as time goes by!  Within a quarter of an hour, the American artillery pulled by trucks opened fire on the German troops in the distance.  The German paratroopers had to throw down their engineering shovels and endure the fierce bombardment of the opponent on the fortifications that were less than one-third complete; from time to time, soldiers were thrown into the sky by air waves from close-range explosions, and their bodies were on fire and their flesh and blood were shattered.  , the death was horrific.  After finally enduring the bombardment, a large number of tanks, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, appeared in front of the position less than a kilometer away from the German army.  Although the 762mm tank gun is not as powerful as the m101 105mm howitzer just now, it is better than the unparalleled accuracy when firing at close range; after several rounds of shelling.  The German counterattack firepower in front of them was greatly weakened by a burst of earth explosions and rockslides, while the U.S. infantry followed the tanks wretchedly.  With the help of the cover of these steel behemoths that are not afraid of bullets, they make a huge breakthrough into the enemy position in front of them.  Facing the U.S. armored forces with an absolute advantage in heavy weapons, even those with sophisticated combat skills such as the German airborne troops suffered major injuries from the large amounts of steel poured out by the opponent.  The recoilless rifle, which could pose a threat to the US Sherman tank at a long distance, had an obvious target and was seriously damaged shortly after the battle. The German paratroopers had to rely on the "Iron Fist" with a range of only 50 meters to find opportunities to attack those accompanied by numerous infantry.  The tanks suddenly cast black hands.  To make matters worse for them, US military aircraft also carried bombs to support their infantry in land battles. The 250kg aerial bomb was a hundred times more terrifying than the 105mm artillery shell, and the German soldiers near the explosion point were shocked.  He was struck with a bang, his internal organs were bleeding, and he finally fell to the ground helplessly!  As of 5 p.m. seven hours later, more than 600 of the nearly 2,300 officers and soldiers of the 107th Airborne Regiment were dead, wounded or missing.  The US military has invested a total of more than 200 tanks and nearly 10,000 soldiers in the attack, and 60 aircraft sorties have been dispatched to provide support.  The only thing that allows these lonely soldiers toWhat comforted the officers and soldiers in the war was that our own air force dispatched more fighter planes than the enemy to carry out bombing and strafing operations, and to a certain extent, it blocked the opponent's forward momentum.  Otherwise, they would definitely not be able to retreat while fighting under the strong pressure of the US military. They retreated nearly 5 kilometers eastward and still maintained a relatively intact front.  However, at this time, the German paratroopers were exhausted in this completely unexpected and brutal battle, and nearly half of their ammunition was consumed; although the stg-34 assault rifles in their hands could reach the ultra-high rate of fire of a machine gun,  They have a huge advantage in infantry combat, but these 5kg firearms are no worse at swallowing bullets than their heavyweight counterparts!  "Boom! Boom!" A huge explosion suddenly sounded without warning. The sand was rolled up and the air wave was soaring into the sky. Dick, who was lying in the crater, suddenly shook his head. His right hand reflexively grasped the gun hanging around his waist.  An assault rifle.  Not long after, the comrades responsible for guarding on the ground hurried back to the bottom of the crater and shouted: "The Americans are attacking again, everyone is ready to fight with all our strength!" "Damn Americans, are they made of iron?  "Dick climbed up from the crater with difficulty and couldn't help but curse loudly.  In the past seven hours of fighting, the US military tirelessly launched 10 group charges of tanks and infantry. Counting this time, it was already the opponent's 11th attack today.  Even though I can carry a standard load of 35kg in daily training and achieve good results in a 20km cross-country run, I still feel like my body is not obeying my orders.  In fact, this is not due to the incredible physical fitness of U.S. soldiers, but entirely because they have an absolute advantage in strength: with a 4-fold advantage in strength, they can easily rotate attacks between reserve forces and front-line troops.  However, the German paratroopers could only fight back with all their strength again and again, and tried their best to repel the opponent!  With the roar of artillery fire and the roar of bullets, a new round of confrontation between the two sides began before sunset.  Dick dragged his exhausted body running and crawling on the battlefield where death was everywhere. The assault rifle in his hand became heavier than ever before: ever since he obtained this weapon, he, like many members of the airborne troops, paid the most generous attention to its lightness.  Words of admiration, hundreds of times of lifting with one hand were nothing but trivial matters; but now, for the first time, he felt powerless.  While struggling to throw a grenade, Dick's right shoulder felt severe pain as if it was dislocated; the action of throwing the second grenade was forced to stop, and 3 of the 5 American soldiers who rushed in  They were all able to escape intact in the rolling and crawling flight.  A few hundred meters away, a tall US tank, accompanied by more than 20 infantrymen, was rumbling towards him. The dark gun barrel was pointing in his direction. Dick's whole body was covered with hair, and he immediately rolled to his side holding the weapon.  Under the nearby slope, the dust that was raised immediately rolled up his face.  Currently, he does not have any anti-tank weapons in his hand. If he is locked by the opponent's artillery, he will definitely die; although he has also been exposed to a course called "anti-tank gymnastics" during training, he can destroy it by climbing on the tail of the tank.  It used its engine to force the opponent to stop, but as long as he took a quick look at the surrounding open terrain and the dozens of infantrymen following the opponent, Dick knew how unreliable this crazy idea was!  The machine gun roared, bullets rained across the ground, and the flying bullets splashed little bits of sand and dust on the slope, crushing Dick and several other soldiers until they could not even lift their heads.  However, the order to retreat was not given. They must stay in this key position and never retreat even half a step.  In a rush of footsteps, an infantryman carrying a Panzerfaust anti-tank rocket and running fast finally appeared in Dick's field of vision.  The visitor was none other than Private Meyer, who shared the same barracks with him when he enlisted. Due to the long-term high-intensity fighting, his physical strength was also showing signs of exhaustion, but his eyes were still flashing.  Desire and enthusiasm for victory.  "When the American tank gets close, we will beat it hard!" The arrival of the Iron Fist greatly increased the confidence of this German team. They began to hold their breath and judge the distance of the target by the sound of the tracks pressing against the ground.  distance.  Although their physical strength was severely weakened, the experience of these elite soldiers was not lost at all, and they soon reached the critical point to launch an attack.  Following an order from a corporal, the six German soldiers behind the slope leaned out and violently suppressed the opponent's infantry with their automatic weapons; Meier, carrying an iron fist on his shoulders, took the opportunity to attack the vehicle less than 50 meters away.  The U.S. tank fired an armor-piercing projectile, and the strong airflow from the rear of the launcher set off a raging wind.  However, at the same time, a ball of scarlet blood suddenly burst out on Meier's neck. Faintly, he saw that the US tank was hit by an armor-piercing projectile. There was a burst of joy in his heart, and he could no longer feel anything.  .  (To be continued) PS: Thank you to book friends A Hundred Years of Solitude-Sheng and matilllda for their monthly ticket support, and hugetiger, golden crab, and zhouyu1976 for their rewards~~~
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