"General, most of the soldiers expressed their willingness to obey your orders," said Major General Paul. "But there are also some soldiers who are determined not to surrender, they would rather die in battle." "I've talked to my soldiers, too," said Lieutenant General Joseph. "Many of them have concerns about surrender. But they also know that if they continue to fight, they have little chance of winning." General Amni nodded slightly, and he had some thoughts in his mind. "Since that's the case, we will send people to negotiate with Cunyunsheng according to the previous plan." He said, "In the process of negotiation, we must strive for favorable conditions as much as possible. If the negotiation is successful, we will surrender; If the negotiation fails, we will make our final plans.” Everyone agreed. So General Amni chose an experienced messenger and asked him to take their conditions to go to Cunyunsheng's camp for negotiations. After the messenger left, General Amni and his subordinates were waiting anxiously. Every minute and every second seem extremely long. They didn't know what the outcome of the negotiation would be, and their hearts were filled with uneasiness and anxiety. Finally, the messenger is back. From his face, General Amni could see that the results of the negotiations were not ideal.
"General, they only promised to ensure the safety of our soldiers' lives, but they refused all the other conditions we put forward," said the messenger. This news made the atmosphere in the camp even more solemn. If they only ensure life safety, they feel that such conditions are far from enough. "It seems that we still have to be prepared for the battle." Major General Paul said, "Since they are unwilling to agree to our conditions, we will fight to the death with them!" "But, do we really want to do this?" asked General Amni. "We have lost so many soldiers' lives. Do we have to let more people die?" "General, we have no other choice," said Major General Paul. "If we don't fight, we can only surrender in humiliation." "Surrender." General Amni was silent for a while and shook his head and chose to refuse. He knew that this behavior was too risky. Once the enemy discovered it, he would definitely not spare others. Seeing General Amni's expression, others couldn't hold on any longer, so they could only choose to agree. The communications soldier trotted all the way, holding a telegram tightly in his hand, his face full of uncontrollable excitement: "Commander, great news! The German army surrendered!" Cun Yunsheng turned around suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly walked forward, took the telegram, and quickly glanced at the content on it. At that moment, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. His body seemed to have removed a thousand pounds of weight in one go, and slowly leaned on the railing of the observation deck behind him. "It's finally over..." he murmured, with a little emotion and a little relief in his voice. Now, the surrender of the German army means that there will be no more wars in North Africa, and those days of struggling to survive in the rain of bullets have finally become a thing of the past. Without the threat of war, the situation in North Africa gradually stabilized. The troops where Cun Yunsheng was located began to get busy, preparing for the next combat plan - landing on Sicily and then looking at the Italian mainland. As the largest island in the Mediterranean, Sicily has an extremely important strategic location. It is the gateway to Italy. Taking over Sicily is equivalent to opening the door to attack Italy. During the preparation period, Cunyun Soda transferred a unit to conduct various training sessions. Login combat is different from previous land combat, and requires mastering new tactics and skills. They want to learn how to drive landing craft on the rough sea, how to quickly land under enemy artillery fire, how to cooperate with the navy and the air force, etc.
On the training ground, Cunyunsheng emphasized more than once that he must practice his skills. "Comrades, we are about to face a more arduous battle. The German army in Sicily will definitely not let us land easily. Therefore, we must do every move to the extreme and no mistakes can be made in every link! Only in this way can we do it. Only then can we reduce casualties on the battlefield and achieve victory! "His words are loud and inspire every comrade-in-arms. In addition to training, intelligence collection is also a crucial part. Colleagues in the intelligence department were busy day and night, collecting various intelligence about Sicily. They learned about the German troops' deployment, fortifications, firepower equipment and other situations on the island through various channels. After some effort, they finally drew a detailed defense map of Sicily, providing an important basis for the subsequent combat plan. On a dark and windy night, landing craft quietly left the coast of North Africa and headed towards Sicily. The soldiers on the ship looked nervous and serious, and they knew that a fierce battle was coming. Cun Yunsheng stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the dark sea, silently praying in his heart that the action would be smooth. The sea breeze whistled, blowing his hair and the firmness in his heart. When the landing craft approached the coast of Sicily, the German searchlight suddenly lit up, illuminating the sea like daytime. Immediately afterwards, dense artillery fire poured out from the coastline, setting off a series of water columns that soared into the sky on the sea. "Hidden!" Yaoma, the leader of the team, shouted loudly, and quickly fell on the deck. The landing craft shook violently under the attack of artillery fire, and some were even hit directly, igniting a raging fire in an instant, and the soldiers screamed incessantly. But the soldiers did not retreat. Under the leadership of the commander, they quickly adjusted their tactics and used the firepower on the landing craft to counterattack. Yaoma stood up, picked up the gun in his hand, and fired fiercely at the German positions. His eyes were filled with anger, and he had only one belief in his heart: rush ashore and destroy the enemy! During the fierce firefight, the landing craft finally approached the coast. The soldiers jumped off the landing craft and rushed towards the beach. The German fortifications were extremely strong, and the machine gun fire network blocked the entire beach, and the soldiers rushing in front fell one after another. Seeing this, I was anxious. While shouting loudly as he comrades looking for cover, he observed the enemy's firepower points. Suddenly, he discovered a German machine gun bunker, which caused huge casualties to them. Without hesitation, he took out a grenade from his waist and shouted to his comrades beside him: "Come with me and kill that bunker!" After saying that, he hugged and rushed towards the bunker. The comrades followed him closely and provided him with firepower to cover him. As he approached the bunker, Yaoma was almost hit by the enemy's bullets several times, but with his flexible skills and tenacious will, he successfully avoided the enemy's attack. When he was only ten meters away from the bunker, he threw the grenade in his hand out with force. With a loud "boom", the bunker was blown into the sky, and all the German soldiers inside were killed. With the destruction of this bunker, a gap appeared in the German defense line. The soldiers took the opportunity to charge, rushed across the beach in one go, and broke through the German army's first line of defense. But the German army did not give up resistance. They quickly organized a counterattack, and the two sides fought fiercely at the beach.
The battle lasted for a whole day and night, with gunpowder everywhere on the battlefield. Yaoma and his comrades fought **** battles in the rain of bullets. Their bodies were covered with blood and soil, but none of them retreated. Finally, with the support of subsequent troops, they successfully consolidated the beachhead and began to advance inland. In the Italian military command, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed to be able to twist out water. Marshal Catherine stationed in Italy frowned and stared at the location of Sicily on the map in front of him. The news of the Allied forces landing in Sicily was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard. "Damn!" Marshal Catherine cursed in a low voice, and he punched the table. "The Allies' movements were faster than we expected." He knew very well that once the Allies gained a foothold in Sicily, the next one The goal must be native to Italy. He was not sure whether Italy's defense line could withstand the Allied attack. No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! At this time, the adjutant hurried in, saluted and said, "Marson, the Air Force Commander requested to see you." "Let him come in." Marshal Catherine waved his hand and sorted out his military uniform. The Air Force Commander pushed the door open with a little anxiety on his face: "Marson, the news of the Allied landing in Sicily has been confirmed, and we must act immediately." Marshal Catherine nodded, "I know, I'm going to look for you. Do you think our air force can bomb the Allies in Sicily now?" The Air Force Commander frowned: "Marson, although our air force is quite considerable, the Allies must have deployed air defense forces in Sicily, which will pose a great risk to our bombing operations." "Risk?" Marshal Catherine sneered, "Do we have any other choice now? If we don't strike while the Allies are not yet firm, we will be even more difficult to deal with when they consolidate their positions." The Air Force Commander was silent for a moment and said, "Marson, I understand what you mean. However, we need to develop a detailed bombing plan and not act blindly." "Of course." Marshal Catherine sat down and pointed to the map. "Look, the Allied landing points in Sicily are mainly concentrated in these areas. We will focus on bombing their landing troops, material supply points and Temporary airport.” The Air Force Commander came forward and looked at the map carefully: "Marson, I suggest we divide it into several batches to bomb. The first batch will first send reconnaissance aircraft to find out the Allied air defense firepower deployment; the second batch will send fighter aircraft Carry out air cover to suppress the Allied air defense firepower; and send bombers to bomb in the third batch." Marshal Catherine thought for a while and said, "This plan sounds good. However, our fighter jets are limited in number, make sure they can effectively cover the bomber." "In addition, the bombing time should be chosen in the early morning, when the Allied forces' defense was relatively relaxed." The Air Force Commander nodded: "I understand, Marshal, I'll make arrangements now." Just as the Air Force Commander was about to leave, Marshal Catherine called him again: "Also, inform the Italian Navy to cooperate with our operations and block the waters around Sicily and prevent Allied reinforcements from reaching." "Yes, Marshal." After saluting, the Air Force Commander hurriedly left the command center. Over the next few hours, the Italian air force base was busy. The pilots boarded the plane one after another, and the ground crew nervously carried out preparations before takeoff. In the cockpit of a bomber, the young pilot Antonio took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. His friend Carlo, who is also a pilot, sat next to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Antonio, don't be nervous, this is just an ordinary mission." Antonio shook his head with a wry smile: "Carlo, this is not an ordinary mission. What we have to face is the Allied air defense firepower, who knows what will happen." Carlo smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have the plan formulated by the Air Force Commander and the cover of fighter jets, so there will be no problem."
At this time, the commander's voice came from the headphones: "Be careful, all units, prepare to take off." With a roar, planes took off one after another and flew towards Sicily. The atmosphere was equally tense in the Allied temporary command in Sicily. Cun Yunsheng looked at the map in front of him, his face gloomy. "The Italians will definitely not sit idly by and watch us gain a foothold in Sicily. They may launch a counterattack at any time," said Cun Yunsheng. The intelligence officer nodded: "Commander, we have received the intelligence. The Italian Air Force is assembled and will likely bomb us." Cun Yunsheng frowned: "Notify all troops to strengthen air defense alert. Send all our fighter planes and patrol the air. Once Italian planes are found, intercept them immediately." "Yes, general." After saluting, the intelligence officer hurriedly left the command center. Soon, Allied fighter planes took off and circled over Sicily. At this time, the Italian reconnaissance plane was approaching Sicily. "Discover enemy planes!" the Allied fighter pilot shouted over the radio. "Prepare to intercept!" The commander issued an order. A fierce air battle broke out over Sicily. Although Italian reconnaissance planes tried to dodge, several were shot down by Allied fighters. However, several reconnaissance aircraft successfully completed their reconnaissance missions and sent the Allied air defense fire deployment information back to the Italian air force base. After receiving the information, the Italian Air Force commander immediately adjusted the bombing plan. He issued an order to the bomber troops via radio: "All bombers should be careful to advance according to the new route and avoid the Allied air defense and firepower areas. Fighter troops, strengthen cover!" Over Sicily, Italian fighters and Allied fighters fought fiercely. Allied air defense fire also began to shoot at Italian bomber units. "Be careful to avoid!" Antonio flew the bomber, constantly making maneuverable actions to avoid the Allied anti-aircraft artillery fire. "We're almost at the target area!" Carlo shouted. (End of this chapter)