Soldiers rush, rush, rush!

The Italian soldiers rushed towards the British positions in one go. At this time, they didn't know that the Indians were opposite, and the enemy's position was right in front of them. As long as they rushed up, they would win!

There were people falling down around them. At this time, they no longer cared about so much. They only knew how to rush forward. At the same time, the submachine guns in their hands were also constantly firing.

All of them are automatic weapons, with strong suppression. The opposite position was quickly suppressed and could not lift its head. Then, they rushed into the other party's trench!

It's that simple!

The sound of submachine guns kept ringing. In close combat such as trenches, submachine guns are the most suitable equipment, which is the experience gained from the beginning of the war.

Now, Italian soldiers are even more powerful.

Donatro held his submachine gun and kept pouring out fire. He had killed two soldiers on the other side. He could see clearly with the light of the fire.

The other party did not wear a military cap and had a white cloth around his head. At the same time, his skin was darker. These people were Indians!

"It's an Indian soldier!" Donatro shouted loudly: "Let's kill all these Indians!"

There has never been a battle that was so easy to fight. As Italian soldiers, the most common thing they are to fight when they meet the weak and run away when they meet the strong. They are obviously regular soldiers, and they fight like guerrillas.

But tonight, they fought very happily, they took the initiative to attack, they occupied the other party's position, and they were constantly destroying the enemy. This feeling was a kind of pride as a soldier from the bottom of their hearts, and this pride had never been seen before.

It turns out that I can fight like the Germans!

"Da!" As his shouting, an Indian soldier had already rushed towards him! He pulled the trigger, but the gun did not sound, only the sound of the spring and the striker inside.

No, the bullets are gone!

Automatic weapons are very comfortable to use, but their firepower depends on the magazine, and the number of bullets inside is limited after all.

Damn it!

He could have easily destroyed the other party, but now he has no bullets, and he has no time to reach out to get the magazine from the bullet bag behind him, because the other party has already rushed over!

The other party was using the British standard Li Enfield rifle, with a bayonet worth dozens of centimeters at the front of the muzzle. At this time, the other party was holding the spear in both hands and stabbing hard!

At this time, Donatro's mind was blank, with only one word printed, death.

He had a submachine gun in his hand, less than half of the length of the other party, and he could not fight with the other party at all. Now, due to the sudden occurrence, his body became stiff, and he even forgot the basic movement of dodging, and just watched the other party stab at it.

The bayonet is about to pierce into his body. When the bayonet is drawn, it will spew out countless blood. After that, he will slowly die in the blood. This process is very painful.

At this moment, suddenly, a figure flashed in the light of the firefighting.

It was the disfigured German major!

The German major turned sideways and came from the side, grabbed the other party's barrel with his left hand, and moved his right hand skillfully, and the bayonet on it was removed!

The Indian soldier hesitated and wanted to pull the gun back, but the German major's figure became faster. He pulled his left hand hard, and the Indian soldier's body rushed over. Then, he held the bayonet with his right hand and used it as a dagger, slashing towards the other party's throat.

In the dark night sky, under the light of the fire, the bayonet was so eye-catching that Donatro watched the bayonet pass by, and blood emerged from the other party's neck. If the broken water pipe was like, the blood would spew outward.

The German major not only cut off his throat, but also cut off the major artery beside him. He would never drag on the mud and it was done in one go.

This action is really pleasing to the eye. It turns out that this kind of hand-to-hand combat is also beautiful.

After throwing away the bayonet, the German major skillfully took out the bullet drum from the bullet bag on his front chest with his right hand, pulled the rifle that was straddling the side of his body forward, and re-loaded the bullet.

Just now, he discovered that the situation here was abnormal and wanted to help, but his drum was completely ripped out, and it was too late to replace the new drum, so he took the risk of fighting in close combat.

If it is an elite British local soldier, he might be in danger, but it would be too easy to deal with such Indian soldiers.

Donatro watched all this, the German major saved his life!

"Major, my life will be yours in the future!" Donatro said, "I owe you one life!"

"Stop talking nonsense, change magazines, and then fight!" The German major ignored him. What mother-in-law and mother do on the battlefield! Every second determines life and death, and no delay can be delayed at all!

Donatro watched the German major change the drums, and then continued to fire the assault rifle in his hand, killing two machine gunners hidden in the distance, and then went to help the Italian soldiers who were in trouble.

This is the real warrior! Donatro mustered up the courage to be such a soldier as a soldier!

After walking over in front of the gates of hell, Donatro suddenly realized that he was not afraid of anything. He rushed into the Indian soldiers with a submachine gun.

What are you afraid of? No weapons? You can even bite your enemies to death!

Now, Donatro has deeply understood the words of the German major.

The entire battlefield was very fierce.

With the sudden attack and close combat, the Indian army's positions were eroded little by little. At the same time, news of being attacked here also reached the command center of Montgomery.

At this time, Montgomery was reviewing the daytime battle and deploying tomorrow's mission.

"Our Sherman tanks still cannot block the German tank guns, so I suggest we pile sandbags in front of the tank to increase protection." Montgomery said.

The Americans supported the tanks, most of the losses were lost during the day today, and tomorrow, they still need to continue fighting!

Therefore, experience must be learned and then improved.

Originally, the Americans patted their chests and said that the armor of this tank was thick enough. The thirty-ton tank was absolutely against the will of heaven, but in the end, they still couldn't stand it!

What should I do? Of course, I will continue to increase my protection. Now I will temporarily add armor to the tank. It is impossible. I might as well use a local method to add sandbags in front!

"Our tank guns cannot penetrate German tanks." The commander of the tank unit next to him continued with great depression.
Chapter completed!