Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 465: Guerilla (Part 2)
The German infantry tactics are formulated based on Germany’s own special conditions. It pursues flexible and mobile lightning tactics, develops mechanized and automatic weapons, and vigorously promotes the tactical air force and air-to-ground joint combat mode. The ultimate goal is Make up for the lack of Germany's overall strength.
The imaginary goal of the German army has always been the powerful French army. No matter in terms of strength or quantity of equipment, the German army can not have an advantage. It can only rely on the advancement of tactics and weapons to shorten the gap in size between the two sides.
Germany has done a good job in this regard, so it has also achieved unimaginable rich results. It is also because of the sweetness that they have tasted on the battlefield, the German army has never stopped studying infantry tactics.
Especially under the guidance of the German head of state, the German army's eyes are no longer confined to operations under ordinary conditions and environments, and begin to explore the complex geographic environment and military tactics under special conditions.
"We should be grateful that the target this time is not the guerrillas in the usual sense, because they cannot get the support of the local people. This is very important to the completion of our mission." Major Konig clasped the mountain. The belt of the backpack shook the pangrail on the mule.
This German-style mule-horse has a self-weight of 20 kilograms, because it must be made strong enough to bear the weight of the mountain cannon parts and the whole box of ammunition, and it will not apply to the waist and abdomen of the mule. The high pressure affects the normal breathing of livestock. At this time, the load rack was loaded with food supplies for the special unit and the commanding officer’s carry-on luggage.
This detachment is composed of forty veterans with rich combat experience, basically with the rank of quasi-sergeant or above, and all members are from the mountain troops. After a week of running-in, a tacit understanding has developed between them.
This small unit also carries an Army Aviation communications and ground guidance team, and can request close air support from air combat units patrolling nearby airspace when needed.
The superiors have equipped this unit with the most advanced infantry combat equipment in their hands, and are expecting them to surprise themselves on the battlefield and make achievements that satisfy the leaders of the command.
"We are very close to the target, I can feel it." Sergeant Meyer raised his head and drank the water in the glass. He tossed the glass and buckled the lid of the kettle with his backhand, neatly. After buckling the leather strap, he handed the kettle back to his partner.
"The village of Casasola is five kilometers ahead. Our people have already evacuated as planned. The goal will definitely choose to enter the village to rest." Sergeant Stoke took the water bottle and weighed it, and hung it on his back. On the belt.
"I remember not seeing this in the intelligence." Captain Pete frowned and flipped through the file.
"Use your brains, Captain, there is no suitable water source on this road. Their animals must drink water. There are two wells in Casasola Village, so this is their only choice." Tightened the belt of the felt leggings, stood up and stomped, then picked up the Mauser 98 sniper rifle resting on the tree.
"The troop has been assembled, and the vanguard has set off first, sir." Lieutenant Rudolph stepped forward and reported.
"Very well, set off now, and strive to clean up that group of scum today." Major Connig returned a military salute to the adjutant.
"Colonel, the village of Casasola is in front of me. I sent someone to investigate. The Germans had been evacuated two days ago." A confidant ran to Gandino and reported.
Gandino proclaimed himself the commander of the Italian Free Army and ordered his subordinates to call him a colonel. For this reason, he actually went to get a uniform and rank of an Italian army colonel.
The guerrilla captain is about 1.65 meters tall. He has a very common round face in southern Italy, small brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and a short thick beard on his lips and jaw. With this simple and honest look, no one would believe that this is the rumored brutal gangster with **** hands.
"The Germans won't come back again. They won, got what they wanted, and will soon withdraw from Italy." Gandino likes to show off his extensive knowledge in front of his men, and publishes from time to time Some views on the current situation, but his eyes are indeed sharp, and things tend to follow his predictions.
"Everyone is a little tired, and the animals need water, Colonel." Another confidant came forward.
"I always have a bad premonition. I can't stay here anymore. I will leave the village after dinner. Tonight we will be on the road overnight." Gandino rode on the horse and looked at the distance with the binoculars. Village.
"Yes, Colonel, before we leave, we still have time to have some fun in the village." The confidant said cheerfully.
"Don't go too far, we still have to keep our energy on the road." Gandino lightly tapped his shoulder with a riding whip, and then followed the way of Mussolini, raising his head and lifting his chin.
"Yes, I see, Colonel." The gangster paid a fascist salute in a serious manner.
When Eduardo came to the village of Casa Sola, he found that something was wrong in the village from a distance. A wooden hut next to the village was burning, and black plumes of smoke rose up into the sky. The wind faintly heard the loud cries of men and women, mixed with sporadic clear gunfire.
"Didn't the Germans leave yet?" Eduardo stopped, and carefully got into the grass beside the road.
"We only have this food left, Colonel." The village chief Sagio is a retired bureaucrat. He once worked in the Verona city government for twenty-six years, but his career was quite poor. An inconspicuous middle and lower-level civil servant.
"You have seen how those who rebel against me will end up." Gandino pointed to the headless corpse lying on the ground.
"Do you think of us as robbers? We are freedom fighters fighting to save Italy. Everyone here is willing to give their lives for the liberation of Italy. I now suspect that someone in your village is cooperating with the Germans, including You and everyone in the village are suspected of colluding with the enemy.” Gandino was wearing that somewhat large colonel uniform, sitting on the high-back chair that was brought under the first hand, tapping his fingers on the armrests, his small eyes flashing Grim eyes.
"No one is cooperating with the Germans, Colonel, I can swear to God."
"Who can prove what you said? A merciful God? The village chief, but I have sufficient evidence of your collusion. You and you still have the two of you." Gandino lazily knelt down with his horse whip. The villagers in the clearing ~ IndoMTL.com~ dragged the person I pointed out and killed them. "The guerrilla captain turned his head and said to his confidant.
"Yes, Colonel." A few gangsters stepped forward and dragged a few villagers out of the crowd.
"Be merciful, they are all innocent, for the sake of a benevolent God, Colonel." The village chief tried to endure the fear, and he pleaded with trembling legs.
"I'm not a bloodthirsty person, everyone knows that. I don't want to see anyone bleeding, but I have to maintain my authority before my hand." Gandino waved his hand, and then the gunfire rang When he got up, there were a few more corpses with broken heads in the clearing of the village. A gangster smiled grinningly, holding a Carcano rifle with a bayonet, and stabbed each victim in the back a few more times.
The villagers’ hearts were full of humiliation and anger at the moment, but they were afraid of the weapons in their hands. They could only helplessly lower their heads and stay silent. There were only heart-piercing crying from the families of the deceased.
"I will agree to everything you want. I just ask you not to kill anymore, Colonel." Watching Gandino raise his whip again, the village chief hurriedly shouted.
"Look, how good it would have been. We are fighting **** battles for the liberation of Italy, but you are holding us back for some personal gain. You have to let me use this fierce method. I will recognize my own mistakes, and it is all your responsibility to get things done like this." Gandino stood up and walked to the village chief.
"I’m not an insatiable person. Everyone knows that. I don’t want your food. I want gold and silver and banknotes. Before dinner, I will collect fifty thousand lire in cash, or other valuables. Village chief. You know that I can kill all of you traitors, and then go find it by myself.” Gandino poked the village chief’s shoulder with a whip and said. .