My own war game

Chapter 289 Street Fighting
Paris, German city defense headquarters.

Admiral von Choltitz was standing by the window, listening to the increasingly intense gunfire, wondering what he was thinking.

"Sir, please don't go near the window. According to the latest news, the enemy is equipped with snipers." Assistant Major Kdov Alfeldt came over and closed the curtains on both sides.

Choltitz was silent for a moment, then turned around, picked up his monocle, and rubbed it silently. "Kdoff, how many troops can we control now?"

"Sir, including the engineering corps, there are still about 80 people, 120 tanks and 100 armored vehicles, but most of the artillery are small-caliber less than mm..." The adjutant still faithfully performed his duties at this time.

"Twenty thousand people..." Choltitz chewed the number over and over again in his mouth.

Twenty thousand soldiers may sound like a lot, but spreading them across a huge city like Paris is like sprinkling pepper on a giant pizza. The result of setting up defenses everywhere is that you can't defend anywhere.

Paris could not be defended. This was a correct judgment that anyone who had attended military school could make, but this was not what Choltitz was worried about.

He was wondering whether to carry out the Führer's order and completely destroy Paris.

As early as half a month ago, the German defenders, knowing that the situation was hopeless, buried large quantities of explosives near the buildings in Paris according to the orders of the little mustache.

Power stations, water plants, aircraft manufacturing plants, various bridges, the House of Commons building, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower... As long as he gives the order, the hundreds of detonators hidden in the city will turn the entire Paris into ruins.

If he did so, he would be the mortal enemy of all French people after the war, and hanging from a street lamp would be the least he could do.

But he had already thought of someone suitable for this task.

"Is the supervisor sent by Himmler still here?" the admiral asked in an indistinguishable tone.

"Colonel Metzer was attacked by guerrillas in the northern region and has just reconnected with us over the phone," the assistant reported in a low voice.

"Tell Colonel Metzer that, since communications in the city center could be cut off at any time, all blasting missions in the northern area will be decided by him. He does not need to consult me ​​again."

"Sir, there is no problem with our communication... OK, I understand, I will convey your order to you." The assistant who had followed the general for many years quickly understood what the other party meant.

The assistant then asked, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"You arrange a guard and a few fast armored vehicles, and we will go to the eastern position to take a look." Choltitz seemed to be talking about something very ordinary.

The assistant looked at General Choltitz, who was known for his iron-bloodedness. He understood that his superior had become cowardly, 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 himself the same chance to escape.

"Sir, what about the troops that are still fighting?"

"Let them hold their positions and perform their military duties." After saying this, Choltitz walked outside.
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In the broadcasting building, the battle continues.

Boom boom boom!!! As several mortar shells fell, all the machine gun positions on the periphery were destroyed, and the SS rushed to the first floor of the radio building with submachine guns.

"Take the wounded with you! Retreat into the building! Disperse the crowd, don't gather together!" He Chi commanded 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 resisted in each room.

German commandos rushed into the building under the cover of machine gun fire.

bump!
The door was kicked open and a grenade was thrown into the house. After a loud explosion, the German army fired more shots with submachine guns. When everything was over, a body fell out from inside.

BANG!!! BANG!!!!

The door behind him opened and a guerrilla rushed out, raising his pistol and shooting at the German soldiers in front of him as he ran.

His first shot knocked down a German soldier, but his second shot missed, and then his pistol jammed. The German raised his submachine gun to fight back, but found that he had run out of bullets. In desperation, the SS soldier threw his submachine gun at the other side, and the two sides hugged each other and fought like wild dogs in the corner.

Where no one else could see, two pairs of feet in leather shoes and boots were kicking on the ground at the same time, attacking each other.

In the darkness, a pair of hands reached for the bayonet on the German's waist.

The pair of feet below struggled even more violently, one boot was thrown out, and the foot wearing only socks kept rubbing against the ground.

Puff! That was the sound of something being pierced.

The foot stopped moving and blood slowly flowed out from the corner.

Benjamin, hiding in the corner, gasped loudly with a bayonet in hand.

"Come and help, there's an injured person here!" A German shout was heard in the corner. A squad of SS soldiers ran over to check and found a man in a German corporal's uniform lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Someone came forward and tried to turn the other person over to check his condition.

Click! There was a sound of the safety lever popping, and smoke came out from under the injured person.

boom! ! ! !

The bomb that had been buried in advance exploded in the crowd, and the nearby German soldiers fell to the ground groaning and wailing.

"There's a booby trap! Don't touch the wounded on the ground!" The commander, who had 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 soldiers helped each other to walk out of the building.

Two German soldiers, one tall and one short, walked out of the building, covering the wounds on their shoulders. Because the battle was still going on, the people around them did not pay attention.

Two shadows limped forward, slowly approaching an "Owl" light armored vehicle. When they were almost there, an officer nearby vaguely noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, the stretcher is on the other side!"

The two people seemed not to hear and continued to move forward slowly.

"Which squad are you from? Who's your commander? This is a command vehicle, and it's forbidden to..."

A sudden change occurred!

The two wounded soldiers on the opposite side suddenly stood up straight, each holding a pistol in their hands.

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !

The three German soldiers closest to them were caught off guard and were knocked down before they could draw their weapons. The officer had just reached for his pistol when someone approached him.

puff! !

A three-inch eyebrow trimmer went straight into his throat.

He Chi and Christine tore off their German uniforms, one rushed into the cab, and the other picked up the MG42 machine gun.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
Dense bullets were fired from the rear, and the rampaging Owl armored vehicles threw the German army into chaos.

Five minutes later, the Germans retreated from the square in front of the building, leaving behind a trail of dead bodies.

(End of this chapter)