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At noon, Colonel Fansten called the front line and he was very worried about Marshal Ernst's safety. If the Marshal had a little skin on the battlefield, he would have to take on an unshirkable responsibility.

Fortunately, Marshal Ernst comforted him and told him that everything was fine, and that the enemy's shells and bullets could not threaten him at all.

On the contrary, Marshal Ernst also asked about the preparations for the street battle of Fabuman. When he heard that Fabuman was deploying in an orderly manner under the enemy's bombing, Marshal Ernst breathed a sigh of relief:

"Col. Judging from the strength of the enemy's attack, I think we will probably be forced into street fighting tomorrow, but that is also what I hope to see at least urban warfare can minimize the enemy's artillery advantage."

"Yes, Mr. Marshal, I will do my best, but again, I suggest you come back to the city, after all, it is much safer."

"Col. I reiterate again that I don't have to worry about my safety. I have participated in thousands of battles, big or small, and even bullets can't hurt me. Do your own thing."

"Yes, Mr. Marshal, I can only wish you good luck."

After putting down the phone, Wang Weiyi came to the front line. He saw Captain Juerne commanding the soldiers to renovate the positions while shouting to treat the wounded.

Fortunately, there are not many injured people. In such cases, sometimes death is even more fortunate than being injured.

The German soldiers had adapted to Marshal Ernst's side to fight with them in a short time. They began to feel that when Marshal was with them, they could make them feel more secure.

"How is the casualties?" Wang Weiyi helped the medical officer deal with a wounded person, and then called Captain Jurne to his side and asked.

"Ah, in the morning's battle, 39 were killed and more than 60 injured. The casualties were not very large, but the results we achieved were quite good. We killed and injured about 200 enemies, and killed 12 of the enemy's tanks and armored vehicles." Captain Jurne said in a proud tone.

"I did a very beautiful job, Captain." Wang Weiyi was very satisfied with the performance of the troops: "--It's just the first day of the battle. I still hope you can try your best to preserve the strength."

"Yes, Marshal."

"Also, the defensive terrain here is not very beneficial to us." Wang Weiyi observed the US military position opposite: "I decided to stick here until tonight and then start to retreat into the city."

Captain Juerne was stunned for a moment: "So urgent? We can at least hold on here for several days."

"Win the greatest victory at the lowest price." Wang Weiyi repeated this sentence: "Here we must be subjected to fierce bombing from the enemy's air and ground. And in Fabman City, the price we have to pay is much smaller."

"I understand, Marshal." Captain Juerne nodded vigorously.

At this time, the enemy's plane roared from the air again.

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In the afternoon, the US military's attack was so crazy that every inch of the German position was subjected to terrible attacks from countless bombs.

Then, the tanks and armored vehicles flocked in like those made without money. The tide of infantry followed the tanks and armored vehicles and poured bullets out of the German positions aimlessly.

The entire battlefield was drowned by the sound of gunfire, and the shouts between officers and soldiers must be raised repeatedly to make the other party hear clearly what they are saying.

Under such crazy offensive and defense, the losses of the US military were increasing rapidly, and the losses of the Germans were also increasing rapidly.

Sometimes a soldier would be thrown high into the sky by shells when he didn't know what was going on. When it fell down, even his closest person could not tell who the corpse was on the ground.

The soldiers became numb, and they attacked and defended mechanically and passively. They could not tell at all the difference between survival and death.

A US soldier with his legs broken by blowing was still crawling forward with all his might. To be honest, he had no idea why he was doing this.

As he crawled, he suddenly stopped moving and left his life on this strange land.

He was probably in his twenties this year and was very young when he died, and he probably didn't know that at the same time, on the opposite German position, a German soldier of about the same age as him died, even in the same way.

Things that seem to have no intersection are confirming the cruelest reality:

Here - it has been compiled into the battlefield of hell!

Life is suffering in it, and the soul cannot rest. The battlefield like hell and torture like hell, the final result is that countless young lives are swallowed up.

The results in the afternoon were exactly the same as those in the morning for the US military. After losing a lot of living power, they still failed to conquer the German positions.

However, at this time they did not know that the German army was ready to evacuate from here.

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At night, the US military continued to torture the Germans on the position with artillery fire, but the German soldiers were beginning to move toward the city of Farbageman.

The 9th Mechanized Infantry Regiment was shown, followed by SS Aldridge Level 1 Assault Team.

When the last soldier was also safely evacuated, Wang Weiyi was the last one to leave the position with Captain Erne.

The moment he left the position, he suddenly smiled sarcastically.

By dawn tomorrow, the Americans would probably cheer for their finally seized the position. But what they could not imagine was that the most cruel battle had just begun.

It was exactly the same as he had imagined. The next day, the US military finally found that after the fierce shelling, the German positions were empty. They cheered wildly, as if they had achieved the final victory.

They drove into Fabman arrogantly, and then they knew that their miserable situation had begun.

If it was the battlefield of hell before, then Fabmann has become a real hell, and every inch of land here has become the tomb of the Americans.

Here, the US military's air force advantage cannot be exerted, and the US military's artillery advantage cannot be exerted. They must rely on the power of infantry to finally occupy the place.

This is January 12, 1966, Fabmann - the battlefield of hell!

At this time, Marshal Manstein, who was always concerned about the battlefield of Fabuman and Baron Alexander, also tried his best to send a reinforcement to Fabuman:

Bulgarian Infantry Regiment.

After Bulgaria surrendered to the Allied forces, he swore his loyalty to the Germans, like those South African troops.

Such loyalty is very valuable.

In addition to not alarming the Americans, the use of Bulgarian troops can also greatly enhance Fabman's defensive power.

However, now that street fighting has broken out, what kind of obstacles will the Bulgarians encounter? It is definitely not as easy as they imagined to include Fabman.

Moreover, relying on its powerful intelligence detection capabilities, the US military has already known about the arrival of this Bulgarian army in advance.

A trap is waiting for the Bulgarians.
Chapter completed!