Chapter 289 Street Fighting
Paris, the headquarters of the German city defense forces.
Admiral von Choltitz was standing in front of the window, listening to the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Your Excellency, please don't go near the window. According to the latest news, the enemy has snipers." Assistant Major Kdof Allefeldt came over and closed the curtains on both sides. .
Choltitz was silent for a moment, turned around, picked up his monocle, and rubbed it silently, "Kedorf, how many troops can we control now?"
"Your Excellency, including the engineering troops, there are about 20,000 people, 80 tanks and 120 armored vehicles, but most of the artillery is small caliber below 100 mm..." The adjutant was still faithfully performing his duties at this time.
"Twenty thousand people..." Choltitz chewed the number repeatedly in his mouth.
Twenty thousand soldiers sounds like a lot, but spreading them evenly across the huge city of Paris is like sprinkling a handful of pepper on a huge pizza. The result of fortification everywhere is that you can't defend anywhere.
Paris cannot be defended. This is a correct judgment that anyone who has attended a military academy can make, but that is not what Choltitz is struggling with.
He was wondering whether to carry out the orders of the Head of State and completely destroy Paris.
As early as half a month ago, the German defenders, who knew that nothing could be done, buried a large amount of explosives near buildings in Paris according to Mustache's orders.
Power stations, water plants, aircraft factories, various bridges, as well as the House of Commons building, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower... As long as he gives the order, hundreds of buildings hidden in the city will The detonator would turn all of Paris into ruins.
If he does this, he will be the life-and-death enemy of all French people after the war, and it would be easy to hang him from a street lamp.
But he has already thought of someone suitable for doing this kind of thing.
"Is the overseer sent by Himmler still there?" the general asked in an inaudible tone.
"Colonel Metzel encountered a guerrilla attack in the northern region and has just restored contact with us through the phone." The assistant reported in a low voice.
“Tell Colonel Metzel that since the communications in the city center may be cut off at any time, all the bombing tasks in the North District will be left to him to decide, and there is no need to ask me for instructions.”
“Your Excellency. , There is no problem with our communication...Okay, I understand, I will convey your order." The assistant who has been following the general all year round quickly understood what the other party meant.
Then the assistant asked: "Your Excellency, what should we do next?"
"You arrange a guard team and ask for a few fast armored vehicles. Let's go to the east position to take a look." Xiao Ertitz seemed to be saying something ordinary.
The assistant looked at General Choltitz, who had always been known for his iron-bloodedness. He understood that his commander was already timid, and the so-called inspection of the position was just a high-sounding excuse for escape.
But he did not point it out. After all, doing so would give him the opportunity to escape.
"Your Excellency, what should I do with the troops who are still fighting?"
"Let them stick to their positions and perform their duties as soldiers." After leaving these words, Choltitz walked outside.
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In the Broadcasting Building, the battle continues.
Boom boom boom! ! ! ! As several mortar shells fell, all the peripheral machine gun positions were destroyed, and the SS rushed to the first floor of the broadcasting building with submachine guns.
"Bring the wounded! Evacuate into the building! The crowd disperses, don't get together!" He Chi directed the guerrillas to retreat into the building.
Bang bang bang bang! ! ! !
Soon bullets were fired from the darkness inside the building, and the guerrillas who retreated inside relied on each room to resist.
German commandos stormed the building under cover of machine guns.
Bump!
The door was kicked open and a grenade was thrown into the house. After an explosion, the Germans fired with submachine guns. After everything was over, a body fell from inside.
Bang! ! ! Bang! ! ! !
The door behind him opened, and a guerrilla rushed out, raising his pistol and shooting at the German troops in front of him as he ran.
His first shot knocked down a German soldier, but his second shot missed directly, and then the pistol jammed. The Germans raised the submachine guns in their hands to fight back, but found that they were out of bullets. In desperation, the SS soldiers threw the submachine guns at the opponent. The people on both sides hugged each other, like wild dogs in the corner. Fight.
Unseen by others, two pairs of feet wearing leather shoes and boots kicked on the ground at the same time, attacking each other.
In the darkness, a pair of hands found the bayonet on the German's waist.
The feet below struggled even more fiercely. One boot was thrown out, and the feet wearing only socks kept rubbing against the ground.
puff! It was the sound of something being punctured.
The foot stopped moving, and blood slowly flowed out of the corner.
Benjamin, hiding in the corner, gasped loudly with a bayonet in his hand.
"Come here and help, someone is injured here!" A German shout came from the corner. A class of SS soldiers ran over to check and found a man wearing a German corporal uniform lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Someone came forward and wanted to turn the other person over to check the situation.
Click! There was a sound of the safety moving, and smoke came out from under the injured person.
Boom! ! ! !
The bombs buried in advance exploded in the crowd, and the nearby German soldiers fell to the ground moaning and groaning.
"There are booby traps! Don't touch the wounded on the ground!" the commander with experience in street fighting shouted loudly.
After that, the German army became more cautious. Even if they saw their companions lying on the ground, they chose to ignore them for the time being. Only a small number of lightly wounded people helped each other out of the building.
Two German soldiers, one tall and one short, walked out of the building holding the wounds on their shoulders. Because the battle was still going on, the people on the side didn't pay attention.
Two shadows limped forward, slowly approaching an "Owl" light armored vehicle. When they approached, the officer on the side faintly noticed that something was wrong.
“Hey, the stretcher is on the other side!”
The two people seemed not to hear but continued to move forward slowly.
"Which class are you in? Who is the commander? This is a command vehicle, no..."
A sudden change occurred!
The two wounded soldiers on the opposite side suddenly stood up straight, each raising a pistol in their hands.
Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !
The three nearest German soldiers were caught off guard and were knocked down before they could take out their weapons. The officer had just touched his gun when someone approached him.
Poof! !
A three-inch eyebrow trimming knife was plunged directly into his throat.
He Chi and Christine tore off the German uniforms they were wearing, one rushed into the cab, and the other picked up the mg42 machine gun.
Thud, tug, tug, tug! ! ! ! ! ! !
Intense bullets were fired from behind, and the rampaging Owl armored vehicle caused chaos in the German army's position.
Five minutes later, the Germans left a pile of corpses and retreated from the square in front of the building.
(End of this chapter)