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Volume 2: My Country Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two.  Marshal Model

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    The machine gunner next to Martin was killed, and Martin was also blinded by the killing! The American-Italian coalition forces all over the mountains and plains, and the torrential rain of bullets made his adrenaline secrete too much.

    Martin took over the machine gun and fired at the approaching enemies.  Several Italians opened fire on him

    "What a terrible marksmanship!" Martin pointed at them, and with a stream of flames, the Italians disappeared into the dust.

    The U.S. troops kept pouring in from the middle of the road.

    A fire dragon burned over, and the American army jumped out from the left side of the road holding a flamethrower and melted the German army.  The burned German troops cried like wolves and howled like ghosts.  At this time, the flamethrower was pointed directly at an oil drum, making a loud noise and covering the ground with flames.  The German soldiers, who were on fire, danced a primitive dance.  A German soldier was very quiet. He knelt on the ground and fell down.

    "All of them die." Sergeant Jason shot the fuel tank behind the American soldiers, and the American soldiers were enveloped in fire.  However, Sergeant Jason was suddenly lifted into the sky by the yellow sand, flew more than two meters high, and then fell back down.  He was seriously injured. Two blood vessels in his neck were severed by shrapnel and a lot of blood flowed out. This is not the most important thing because only the veins were severed. The most important thing is that half of his legs flew to nowhere. The shells came from behind the US military.  cannon.

    Sergeant Daly rushed over and pressed the blood vessels in his neck with his hands.  Although it is not an artery, there is still a lot of blood flowing out.  Dali is not a doctor, he treats arteries.

    ¡°Damn it, I¡¯ll carry you to the infirmary!¡±

    Jason wanted to stop him but couldn't.

    Sergeant Dally immediately carried Jason on his back and staggered back to the infirmary.  He passed and shouted: "Martin, Tom, come here and help me."

    Thompson arrived. He helped Sergeant Daly hold down the blood vessel while Martin used his submachine gun to cover.  The four of them rushed to the infirmary while fighting.  The bullets struck them and set off pillars of sand.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± Sergeant Jason finally said, ¡°I don¡¯t want to die!¡±

    "Everyone knows, sir." Martin shouted, "You still have to see the moon tonight."

    "After this battle, you can get out of this bloody desert and reunite with your family. Hold on." Sergeant Daly shouted from below him.

    The U.S. machine gun fired another round of bullets, hitting all four of them. The other three were not seriously injured - Martin's leg was scratched, Dally's ear was only scratched, and Thompson's scalp was scratched.  Only Sergeant Jason added insult to injury when two bullets hit him in the waist.

    Sergeant Jason fell to the ground and two bullets hit him in the stomach and shoulder.  He knew there was no hope for him. He was trembling all over and said: "The damn Germans won't have a good time either." Then he took advantage of them when they were not prepared, pulled out his pistol and shouted loudly: "Brothers, go back quickly, don't expose yourself again."  You will definitely die!"

    "Why should we listen to you that my military rank is higher than yours?" Sergeant Dali roared while lying on the ground.

    "Calm down, sergeant!" Martin said as he lay on the ground.

    "Your mother will be very distressed to see you like this." Tom Pu said with a low sob.

    "I think you look like his mother," Martin said to Tom.

    "Okay, Jason, cheer up, they are teasing you, you better hold on tight, you will be fine!" Staff Sergeant Dally comforted him.

    Sergeant Jason smiled: "Americans are so inhumane. I want to do it myself. Brothers, I will not forget you." Before the three men took his gun away, Jason pointed it at his mouth.  A shot was fired.

    The three people were startled by this sudden move, but there was nothing they could do about it. Sergeant Jason's move was really neat this time.

    "He's dead!?" These three people didn't quite believe it.

    Captain Tipman and the soldiers retreated to Martin's side.  The rear of the camp had been lost.  Fortunately, Martin and the others still had a position in front of them.  This position temporarily blocked the US military.

    "Sir, Jason is dead. He committed suicide by swallowing a gun."

    Captain Tipman sighed. Sergeant Jason was also a very capable soldier.  The brutality of this battle has far exceeded their imagination.  He crossed himself: "You are the pride of our company. Rest in peace."

    This camp is about to be lost, and the Germans cannot hold it anymore.  However, US military planes were still strafing the sky, dropping bombs to drive the Germans to death.

    They ran to their positions and continued to fight the US troops. The German army was now short of manpower.

    Martin and the others¡¯ faces were already red with anger, they were forced to do so.  They raised their guns and wanted to fight the US military to the death.

    Even in the desert.  The US military tanks also glowed with an eerie cold light.  The tracks were stained with blood and flesh.  American troops rushed to the Germans' side.  The M16s were used to shoot at the Germans, and the Germans fought back without showing any signs of weakness.  The battle reached a fever pitch, and the German armyFinally driven to a dead end, he drove like crazy

    The gun in the German soldier's hand seemed to be getting hot, and the barrel was also burning red.  The American troops rushed over and killed each one.  But the U.S. troops came over one after another. Their submachine gunners began to shoot at each other indiscriminately, and the tanks began to crush each other indiscriminately.  The sounds of machine guns were joined together, and the sounds of single shots were indistinguishable. Flamethrowers licked the German positions and soldiers.  The German army finally could no longer resist and retreated to the last position.

    The two anti-tank guns that the Germans had hidden opened fire, and the leading US tank quickly became scrap metal.  But what Martin and the others saw was the same scene as the road battle. The sand and rocks raised when the anti-tank guns opened fire exposed the target.  American tanks ruthlessly destroyed the anti-tank guns.

    The German casualties were increasing.

    Martin was the most excited at this time. He had lost count of how many enemies he had killed.  He pointed his submachine gun at a window occupied by the US military and fired 30 rounds! The bullets were fired until the machine gun inside the window was no longer spitting flames. At this time, five corpses were lying behind the window.

    The U.S. military rushed into the temporarily built trench, and Sergeant Daly was knocked down. However, he was not as miserable as Jason, and his life was not in danger.

    Martin doesn¡¯t act like a 19-year-old kid at all.  As soon as he rushed into a small wooden shed, three American troops entered him. Several German corpses were stepping on their feet. Martin rushed in and caught them off guard. The submachine gun in Martin's hand fired a string of bullets, and the American soldiers fell in a pool of blood.  , and at the same time he himself was shot twice, but he was unaware of it.

    The desperate resistance of the German army did not repel the US military, because the US military also went crazy. In the face of the desperate resistance of the German army, they not only failed to make any move but intensified their offensive.

    Martin rushed out of the woodshed.  Killed two American troops who were fighting hand-to-hand with the Germans outside.  Tompu also ran over, and the German soldiers gathered together.

    The US military's "Phantom" bombers swooped down, and it was obvious that Martin and the others had gathered together to form a target.

    "It's over." Martin thought, he finally confessed to being in the desert.  He knew that it was useless to hide wherever he could at this time, because a bomb was coming.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Rows of bullets suddenly appeared in the sky instead of the black bombs dropped by US planes. The tail of the plane caught fire, and it lost control and fell in front of the camp.  The US military's "Phantom" fighter jets flew across the sky.  The German fighter jets set up a formation to engage in an air battle with them, but this goal was not achieved because there were too many US military planes. After the German planes shot down two "Phantoms", they were all wiped out by fierce firepower.

    At this time, the German artillery and bombers were already in place. They withdrew from their positions, found cover, and hid.

    "Get down, get down."

    On the hillside, on the road, and in the camp, there were endless explosions.  Bombs kept falling around the American troops, and after a few minutes, the camp was completely "clean."

    On the hillside, the remaining American troops on the road still did not give up resistance.  At this time, a large number of German reinforcements arrived.  The impact point observer reported the US military's firepower and the location of the tanks to the artillery position. The cannons roared and shells poured down like a torrential rain.

    More troops are coming from a distance.

    "Look who's here!" Captain Tipman said excitedly.

    A large number of German soldiers in tanks and jeeps and armored vehicles came from all directions.  All the American troops who resisted were wiped out.

    "It's from the base camp!"

    "That's good, the reinforcements are finally here." Martin finally showed a smile on his face.

    A large number of German troops rushed towards the German and Italian troops, shouting and killing.  The enemy finally collapsed.

    Tanks passed one after another in the camp.  Major Ludman, Captain Mainwock, Captain Sluker, and Captain Topman were already standing, as if to greet something.

    A jeep drove into the camp, and a major general and several school officers got out of the car.

    The major general saluted them and then said: "That's right, soldiers, they have persisted for so long. I'm really sorry that our infantry and armored forces were ambushed by those damn Yankees in several places."  That's why you suffered so much. Now, we have received sufficient support and the battle line has finally stabilized. Your offensive is over. It's time for the reinforcements to fight the next battle.  Replenish your troops, now you are famous, even Model knows about you."

    "Is there no reward, sir?" Major Ludman said with a smile.

    "Haha, it must be possible. During Christmas, your battalion can go back to China for a vacation."

    "There are still a few days until Christmas."

    "It's okay, SaintYou can also relax as much as you want before the holiday, because there are no evil battles waiting for you.  Your job now is to get some rest and forget about Americans and spaghetti.  "

    The officers laughed.

    The soldiers were also relieved. Martin's legs suddenly weakened and fell to the ground. He had several gunshot wounds.

    "Doctor! Doctor! Come here quickly and see what's wrong with him." Tang Pu shouted anxiously.

    A medical soldier ran over and checked, and found nothing serious.  Two bullets missed vital points.

    Major Ludman came over. Martin, who was a little weak, reluctantly saluted him. Ludman returned the salute and said: "Martin, Tom, you are our combat heroes. I have two medals for you."  ¡±

    Martin and the others received the medal and said, "But we feel that Sergeant Jason is truly qualified to receive the medal."

    Major Ludman smiled: "I will not forget him. I have prepared his medal. Now you can safely follow us to the rear to repair the track."

    "Recuperate? I think it would be better if we got more military pay, sir." Martin relaxed and finally returned to his original joking character: "What about a ten-mark increase, sir?"

    "No problem. I will give you a bonus of 100 marks when we get to Berlin." Major Ludmann also replied playfully, "If I can afford it. But I haven't forgotten your breakfast. I will replenish it for you tomorrow morning."  of."

    The soldiers laughed.  This is their happiest moment and the most thrilling day.  When else can I relive this life and death experience again?  They don¡¯t want to relive it anyway.

    Martin, who suffered some minor injuries, recovered quickly. He originally thought he could have a good Christmas, but an unexpected incident interrupted his beautiful thoughts.

    Together with Tom, he was called into a jeep by Major Ludman.

    "Major, where are we going?" On the way, Martin finally couldn't help but ask.  !To ask.  "Major Ludman, who usually looked very kind, said uncharacteristically.

    Martin and Tom looked at each other, neither of them knew what was going on.

    The car drove all the way, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.

    About two hours later, Martin and Tom suddenly discovered that there were more alerts on the roadside, and a large number of tanks and armored vehicles appeared.  Martin swore that he had never seen so many tanks and armored vehicles since he joined the army.

    This is probably a place where an important person is commanding.

    The car stopped, and when Major Ludman jumped out of the car, Martin noticed a detail. The major arranged his military uniform specially. You know, there is no need to pay attention to appearance on the battlefield.

    The person responsible for the security here is actually a major general.  Martin couldn't help but stick out his tongue.  God, a general is actually serving as a security guard. Who is the big shot inside?

    "General, I am Major Ludman, and I have been ordered to come here."

    "Major Ludman, thank you for your hard work, the marshal is waiting for you inside."

    Martin and Tom were frightened, Marshal?  There is actually a marshal here?  The greatest officer they had ever seen was the major general who commanded the reinforcements to rescue them. They had never thought that they would be able to see a real marshal in their lives.

    When thinking of this, Martin and Tom couldn't help but tidy up their military uniforms.

    Major Ludman walked in with his two men. To be honest, the major was nervous at this time. After all, he was about to face a marshal who was famous in Germany, Europe, and the world.

    "Report!"

    "Come in!"

    "Ludmann, commander of the SS Second Assault Group of the 9th Hohenstaufen Armored Division of the German Waffen-SS, reports to you Marshal Model!"

    Martin and Tom were completely frightened.  God, merciful God, they - they actually saw Otto.  Moritz.  Walter.  Marshal Model!

    While looking at the map, the legendary Marshal Model turned around and said, "Major Ludman, you don't have to be so restrained. Ah, those behind you are Martin and Thompson who have made great achievements in the previous battle, right?"

    When they heard that even Marshal Model knew their names, Martin and Thompson were nervous and excited at the same time: "Marshal, it is an honor for us to meet you."

    "Okay, no more flattery. I've heard too much flattery in my life." Marshal Model smiled and made a joke, which immediately relieved Martin and Thompson from a lot of nervousness.

    "You fought well, Major Ludman. Your battalion became famous in one battle. Now everyone on the battlefield is talking about how you resisted an enemy that was more than ten times your size with a meager force.  Model put away his smile: "Now, I have a new task for you."  "

    Major Ludman and his men immediately paid attention.

    Marshal Model walked back to the map, pointed to a point on it and said: "This is Aswan, which is currently under the control of the Americans. Major Ludman, I order you to attack here.

    "Yes, Marshal!" Major Ludman didn't ask why he wanted to attack here at all.

    Marshal Model was very satisfied with the attitude of his subordinates: "Major, there is a battalion of the US military stationed here, and a considerable number of armored troops, but Aswan is a very important location, and we must control it. I will again  Can you do it if you are given the strength of an assault squadron?"

    "I promise to capture Aswan, Marshal!" Major Ludmann replied loudly.

    "Very good. When I heard about your record, I was the first to think of entrusting you with this task. I hope you will not disappoint expectations." Marshal Model emphasized his tone: "I have another piece of good news.  Let me tell you, before Christmas, Berlin launched a major counterattack, and the heroic German soldiers under the leadership of Marshal Ernst Brahm inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy! And we will also cooperate with Berlin in the counterattack!"

    Major Ludman, Martin, and Thompson's eyes suddenly lit up.  During this period, what they were waiting for all the time was this exciting news - counterattack!

    Now, the day they have been waiting for has finally arrived.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    "The landing was completed, but there seems to be some error in the landing location."

    "What's going on? Xiaoling, you won't make such a mistake."

    "There are some minor faults in the base. Too much energy was consumed to open the Constant base some time ago. But it doesn't matter, it will be completely repaired in a few days."

    "Ah, where are we now?"

    ¡°Let me check. We are in Aswan now.¡±

    "Aswan? What are we doing in Aswan? I want to see Model!"

    "I have no choice. Before the base is repaired, you can only solve this problem yourself."

    "Hey, Xiao Ling, you can't do this. Are there any enemies here?"

    "Yes, there is about a battalion of American soldiers."

    "Are you going to let me deal with a battalion of American troops by myself?"

    "I said, I have no control over this. This is your problem."

    "Hell, a battalion of US troops, do I really have such great ability to deal with so many enemies!"

    "Good luck to you, Rambler, you're the one who came here!"
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