Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 409: Pioneer (End)

Because there were no enemies along the way, the Italian pioneers became more careful in their actions. They knew that they could not be so lucky forever. God knows which mountain beam nearby will have Greek soldiers ambush, maybe they did it long ago Prepared, just waiting for their large targets to rush into the set traps recklessly.

The infantry squad lined up in two columns, marching along the shoulders on both sides of the road. They heard that the French like to lay mines in the middle of the road, and perhaps the Greeks would use these tricks.

The squad leader led a rifleman at the forefront of the team. During the period after the invasion began, the army sergeant showed extraordinary professionalism and bravery. This is exactly what he received in the company. The reason why soldiers welcome, soldiers always hope that their leader is a responsible warrior who can lead them to break through obstacles and win victory.

The Twenty-Three Infantry Division has never participated in actual combat before, so it still maintains a strong morale. Compared with those comrades in the Alpine Defense who were embarrassed by the French, the soldiers of the [Filana] Division There is still a romantic expectation of war.

These Italian soldiers are more trained in positional warfare. They are not professionally trained mountain infantry, so they only adapt to fighting in the plains. The only preparation the staff made for this battle was three days before the start of the war. It issued some small manuals to the troops, which contained tips on mountain operations, but the number was very limited, and many people have not yet obtained them.

Castantino did not get the legendary manual, so he could only follow the contents of the army's combat regulations and fumble for the actions of the command. This shows that this sergeant is very military. It's a pity that he has never been to a regular military school, so unless he has made some earth-shattering feats on the battlefield, it is impossible for him to be promoted to an officer in his life.

There is a Chinese saying that Wangshan runs dead horses, and the situation is the same in Greece. The village is almost close at hand in the view. The Italians traveled on the mountain road for 15 minutes before finally reaching the entrance of the village. .

This is a medium-scale Greek mountain village. There are more than 20 buildings of different sizes, neatly arranged on both sides of the road. Most of them are old-style wooden houses, and there are also some brick-wood structures. Small floor.

The rain was a bit smaller than before, and no one was visible on the road in the village. Two big dogs with collars but not tied to the rope stood in the middle of the road at the entrance to the village and faced a stranger. The person barked.

"Go ahead, search every house here, and rush all the Greeks you can find to the center of the village. Giuliano, you take a machine gun team and six people in charge of the south side. Alberto, Maric Promise you two to occupy the bell tower. Otto Kino, you set up a machine gun fire point at the entrance of the village to block the central road. The rest of you will follow me and start to act now."

Casantino turned around and ordered his subordinates seriously. This is the first time he has led the squad in actual combat. Whether he can come up with a beautiful answer sheet depends on the performance of every soldier here.

Search the village. This is the favorite and most annoying task of the Italian infantry. The reason I like it is that if it goes well, everyone can get some extra oil and water. Although this behavior is expressly prohibited in the military regulations, the thief It’s always hard to avoid small touches. Military officers don’t care about this kind of thing. To say that they hate it is that they may encounter unknown dangers. In order to protect their family and property, some people tend to be desperate for choices and invaders. Fight to the end.

Generally like this kind of village in the mountains, basically every household has armed forces to guard against the invasion of wild beasts and unkind foreigners. Obviously, in the eyes of the Greeks, these Italian invading forces are both. Count.

With a bayonet mounted rifle in his hand, he frightened away the two barking dogs. Corporal Giuliano took two riflemen and came to the first courtyard at the entrance of the village. Pushing open the fence gate, the Italian walked into the yard. The owner of the house was obviously just a farmer. Some vegetables were planted in the yard. A rickshaw was parked in the wooden shed on the side of the slab house, which was piled with straw. A wooden pitchfork leaned against the column of the wooden shed.

This slab house looks like years and months. Most of the chalk originally brushed on the siding has peeled off, revealing the gray wood below. The door is closed but the lock is not seen.

Giuliano waved at a rifleman, then took his Carcano rifle and aimed it at the door. Confirming that the comrades were ready to take cover, the targeted soldier stepped forward carefully, then kicked the door viciously, and the door was kicked open all of a sudden, kicking the door. The soldier rushed into the room with his rifle in hand.

"Corporal, there is no one inside." After a while, the soldier poked his head out of the window on the side of the house to report.

Giuliano breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his rifle, turned to look at the other soldier, and shrugged his shoulders toward the deputy squad leader.

"Go in and take a look." Giuliano carried the rifle on his back and walked into the board room with his men.

"There is no one upstairs, sergeant." Private Gaspalai walked into the kitchen and reported to Castantino.

"The soup is still warm, it didn't take long for them to go." Castantino threw the spoon back into the soup pot on the stove.

"Go and search for the next house. Someone will choose to stay in the village." The sergeant picked up his carbine from the dining table and strode out of the kitchen.

"The Greeks all ran away. We searched a few houses to the south. They didn't even take the clothes." A rifleman stood in the rain and reported to the sergeant.

"Perhaps they heard the news that we were coming, and they all ran away in fear. These Greeks were as timid as a rat..." Another soldier said with a smile.

"Don't underestimate these Greeks. You have never dealt with them. They are actually as savage as the Turks." Castantino shook his head and warned.

"Why are you alone, but the others? Where is Corporal Giuliano?"

"I didn't see the corporal, maybe I'm taking shelter in the house, everyone is exhausted, sergeant." The soldier replied.

"It's really nonsense. Order everyone to gather. You must thoroughly search the entire village before the company arrives." Castantino almost tilted his nose. This group of guys regard fighting as something, is it? An armed outing?

"The Greeks should all be gone, sergeant, let's wait until the army arrives before searching." Gaspalai interjected.

"The task given to me by the company commander is to occupy this village. This task is not completed until the last house is searched!" Castantino walked to the middle of the road and took out his whistle from under the poncho , And then sharp collective whistle sounded throughout this quiet mountain village.

Then three riflemen hurriedly rushed out from a nearby resident's house, carrying unloaded backpacks and their respective rifles in their hands, and several people hurriedly ran to the sergeant.

"So only a few of you?" The monitor looked at the number of people in front of him, and didn't even make up half of the team.

"Giuliano!" Castantino called out his deputy monitor, but received no response.

"Neno! Cardias! Sabbatino!" The sergeant continued to nod the names of the rest of his men loudly.

"Tullio! Robert! Where are you?" Castantino felt something was wrong at this time. Although these people were a bit lazy, they would still obey their orders honestly, and it was impossible to hear themselves. After calling, he continued to shrink in the room and refused to show up.

"By the way, Alberto and Maricino." The sergeant remembered that he had sent two men to occupy the bell tower in the center of the village. They might be able to see something. Catantino took the rest The rifleman hurried towards the clock tower.

But before they came to the building, they found two figures in camouflage ponchoes hanging from the windowsill on the roof. The two Italian riflemen hung there motionless, and they seemed to have died long ago. Although they could not see their faces, everyone knew they were Alberto and Maricino.

"The Virgin is here." Gaspalai's face paled with fright, and he quickly made a cross on his chest.

"This is a trap!" Catantino was already certain that he was in an ambush by the Greeks, but he didn't know whether it was a Greek villager or a regular army.

"Retreat quickly and leave this village!" The army sergeant made a quick decision. Before the enemy's situation became clear, he should immediately leave the trap with the remaining men.

"But what about Corporal Giuliano and them?"

"They must be the same as the two guys above. They are all finished. Do you want to be company with them?"

"Run, you idiot, follow the sergeant's orders, and when we meet the large forces, we will make a comeback and crush this **** village completely." The soldiers rushed along with the sergeant. Arguing.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded from a building on the side of the road, and a rifleman who ran at the end of the team fell to the muddy street with the gunshot. It was as if a switch was turned on, and suddenly there were intensive shooting sounds like popping beans all around the street. Bullets shot toward the Italian invaders like raindrops. One after another riflemen were hit and overturned on the way to escape.

Castampano rushed towards the entrance of the village, which was his only way to survive. As long as he could escape the ambush ring alive this time, he vowed to God that he would never act as a hero again, if he could. , He will immediately request retirement from his superiors and return to his hometown to take care of the dozen goats.

The army sergeant took off the poncho that was in the way and abandoned the heavy backpack. Finally, he also threw away the carbine. He was like a sprinter participating in a sports meeting, sprinting toward the finish line wholeheartedly.

Just as Castantino was about to run to the entrance of the village, he saw the machine gun group he had left from a distance through the rain screen. The two soldiers were lying on the side of the road with their backs facing the sky, one wearing a light vest The man, squatting beside the body of one of them, was busy doing something.

The Greek also saw the Italian sergeant who was running towards the entrance of the village, and he slowly stood up. Castantino finally knew what this man was doing just now. The opponent's hand was holding the head of the Italian soldier who had just been cut off, and the blood mixed with rain and flowed down the soft tissues involved under the neck to the ground.

"Oh~ IndoMTL.com~ Merciful Lord."

Have an Italian ever seen such a terrible sight? Castantino has forgotten that he is a glorious Royal Italian Army soldier. At this moment, he screamed like a woman stepping on a mouse. He If his subordinates were still alive, they would never believe that such a voice would be made by the brave Sergeant Castantino.

The Italian dared not get close to the demonic Greek anymore. He suddenly turned a corner and ran to a courtyard by the side of the street. This is already the entrance of the village. Castantino only needs to go through this courtyard. Escape from this terrifying place.

The fence gate of the courtyard was locked, but he couldn't stop the Italian sergeant from surviving. He grabbed the wooden planks of the fence wall and swiftly surpassed this obstacle. This sergeant didn’t pay for it. Yes, it is indeed a long-term and rigorous training.

A small field was opened in the yard, where some unknown plants were planted, maybe it was flowers or something like herbs, anyway, Castantino had no interest in this, he was thinking about it now. Just escape from this dangerous village.

The soil in the field was plowed, and the rain became very soft. When the Italian stepped on it, the soil sank directly into his calf. Castampano wore a pair of army-issued short leather shoes, and he wore leather leggings issued by the non-commissioned officer. The sticky soil had a strong adsorption capacity, and the Italians could only stumbling forward with a shallow foot.

Just as he was about to walk out of this field, there was a dull blast next to him, which sounded like a dumb cannon beside him. The dark brown wet soil was scattered all over the corner of the Italian sergeant’s eyes. In the aftermath of the light, a group of black objects slammed out of the ground. Before Castampano could react, there was a roar, and the Italian sergeant felt a white light flashing in front of him, and then he completely lost consciousness.