Chapter 253 Blockade

The militia that Colonel Smith and the staff officer mentioned were not strictly speaking militias. They were the armed forces of the "Greek National Liberation Front", the "National People's Liberation Army".

It existed because the Greek government had surrendered, but most Greek people were unwilling to surrender. They hoped to drive the Germans out of their own land, so they spontaneously organized such a front and established an armed force.

Of course, because this force was newly established and lacked training and was very backward in equipment, the British and even the Greek government army called them militias.

The commander of the militia leading Crete was called Denis. He was once a colonel in the government army. After the Greek government surrendered, he arbitrarily left the government army and fled to Crete, a surviving place, hoping to organize the people here to continue to develop forces to resist the invasion of Germany and Italy.

But unexpectedly, in just a few months... the German and Italian troops burned the war to Crete again.

Denis was anxious in the town of Ira, but he did not dare to act rashly, because he knew that his troops were lacking in training and equipment, and a rash attack would only be a futile effort.

At this time, Colonel Smith sent a message to Colonel Dennis through the Greek army.

"Colonel!" The staff handed over a telegram and said, "The British need our help. The target is Hill No. 3. Colonel Smith hopes that we can cooperate with them to attack the Germans!"

Dennis took the telegram and looked at it, then frowned at the map.

"Colonel?" The staff asked in confusion: "This is the opportunity we have been waiting for for a long time..."

"Cyril!" Colonel Dennis interrupted the staff: "Do you know where the difficulty is?"

"We are poorly equipped!" Cyril answered without thinking.

"This is just one of them!" Colonel Dennis replied: "The British asked us to attack Hill No. 3... What do you think the British will do?"

Cyril was embarrassed. Although he was also a veteran, he knew nothing about the British army.

"They will use artillery to carry out fierce bombardment on Hill No. 3!" Colonel Dennis said, "But these shells will not be of much help to us, because if we launch an attack from the other side of the No. 3 position... most of these shells will fall on our heads, understand?"

Cyril suddenly realized it after hearing this.

Colonel Dennis was right. There was a big coordination problem between the militia and the British army, especially when the two attacked from both sides of a hill at the same time, which could easily cause large-scale accidental injuries.

"Unless..." Colonel Dennis thought about it and said to the staff, "Tell the British that we must wait until dark to launch the attack, and also ask them not to use artillery!"

"Yes!"

This request is reasonable. The militia is poorly equipped and poorly educated. Launching an attack during the day is basically the same as seeking death. On the other hand, they are familiar with the terrain, and fighting at night is more advantageous for them. In addition, it was only more than an hour before dark, so Colonel Smith did not think much about it and quickly agreed.

The sun slowly set from the other side of the mountain. Amid the cries of seagulls, the last sunset glow gradually faded, and the sky finally turned from gray to pitch black.

Darkness meant that British fighter planes could basically not land at the airport, and the British army was not good at night fighting, which temporarily made both the enemy and us lose the reason and basis for fighting, so the battlefield gradually became quiet.

Qin Chuan collapsed in the fortifications like a deflated balloon.

The other German soldiers were similar, all staggering, and even Werner, who was always optimistic and active, leaned against the trench and did not move.

To be honest, the scale of this battle was not large. In this local area, it was actually a German battalion stationed on the high ground against the attack of a British regiment... Similar battles of this scale can be found in the desert battlefield.

But this kind of surrounded by the enemy and almost uninterrupted battle is the first time in history, which made all German soldiers cry out that they can't bear it because of severe physical overdraft.

"They should send someone to replace us!" Werner complained, "We will be exhausted if we fight like this for another day!"

"Oh!" The baker couldn't help laughing, "Our 'optimistic sergeant' finally doesn't think this is 'exciting'!"

"It's impossible to replace!" Yakop used the trench as a cover to light a cigarette, took a deep puff and said, "Have you forgotten where we came from? We jumped from the plane... Unless we can jump back, we can only hold on until the moment we win this battlefield!"

"Or!" Alfredo said, "Dying here is also a good idea!"

The German soldiers couldn't help laughing nervously... This laughter was like a self-mockery, and like a contempt for death.

Qin Chuan took the kettle from his waist and just had time to drink a small sip when he heard Bazel ordering him: "Second Lieutenant, take your people to block the position!"

"Yes, Captain!" Qin Chuan's facial muscles twitched fiercely while responding to this sentence. He really didn't want to move again.

But a mission is a mission, there is no room for bargaining, so Qin Chuan and others stood up from the trenches.

Blocking the position is to worry that the enemy will sneak up to the position in the dark at night.

This is absolutely fatal to the garrison, especially when the enemy is within a distance of 30 meters and can throw grenades... It is conceivable that they only need to throw a row of grenades and then launch a charge to easily capture the position that cannot be captured during the day.

In order to prevent this from happening, the best way is to bury mines about 50 meters in front of the position, which is also called "blocking the position".

Of course, "blocking the position" is not as simple as burying mines, because some places are the range of activities of our own people, and in an emergency, our own people must be able to evacuate, so when burying mines, the location of each mine must be recorded and a passage must be left for entry and exit.

Qin Chuan took his subordinates to take the mines and set off.

The German soldiers were all well-trained, so these things were just a small matter for them. More than half an hour later, they buried a large area of ​​mines in front of the position.

At this time, Qin Chuan suddenly heard a slight sound from the front. Reflexively, he hurriedly took off his rifle and pulled the bolt to load the bullet. Other German soldiers also prepared for battle.

Just when a battle was about to break out, a few "Aaaaaaa" shouts came from the other side.

Alfredo hurriedly stopped them and said, "Don't shoot, they are Italians!"