The soldiers, regardless of whether the other party has artillery or not, could not be possible, immediately lie down like a conditioned reflex, and use their experience of avoiding artillery fire to avoid flying thunder. Of course, there are some effects, but the buildings in the city cannot be compared with anti-aircraft holes and trenches. In addition, the explosive packages used by flying thunder are extremely powerful - many soldiers were not damaged by shrapnel, but were shocked to death by explosion shock waves. Especially with only a few roads entering the city, Gorene had long been ambushed on the road that must be passed. No matter what the result was, they just put them out one by one.

The sound of "boom boom" is endless. In the shock of the sky and the earth breaking, whether it is the soldiers who are directly killed by the shock wave or the soldiers who are crushed by the collapse of the building, there is only one dead end.

"Roar in, rush in... don't stay outside!" As the thunder attack came to an end, General Weitzer, who was observing from a distance, couldn't help but shout: Through the telescope, he had seen clearly that this was not a cannon. If it were a cannon, there would be no such obvious shell trajectory and irregular parabola. He couldn't figure out what it was for a moment, but he still had self-knowledge, and he had to rush over and fight in close contact to have hope.

The vanguard officers and soldiers of the garrison regiment seemed to hear the order from behind and immediately got up and continued to attack, but their nightmare continued: a person might suddenly appear in the corners of the walls, buildings, windows, and even in the sewers, and then throw the bottle over.

At first, the soldiers thought it was a grenade and continued to lie down habitually. Later, they found that it was not at all, but suggested that the molten bottle. It was a very bad way to deal with it. Not only would the glass slag fly over without warning, but the flow of gasoline would spread clusters of flames to people. What's more, they had high hopes that the old tanks originally intended to be used to deal with the Kuomintang armored trucks (Germany was banned from building tanks after World War I, and all tanks were stocked out of the incendiary bombs) were also difficult to escape in front of the incendiary bombs. The crew ran out of the tank with a strange scream, and then the fuel tank detonated by the incendiary bottle exploded.

Weitzel's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he hurriedly ordered the artillery troops to step forward and suppress the attack with mountain cannons.

Although the mountain cannon bombarded the buildings in front of the attacking troops into broken walls, this kind of ruins cannot speed up the pace of attack. Instead, it is more convenient for the stormtroopers and commandos to conduct sneak attacks because of the blockage of traffic and roads. Especially the commandos under Gorein, which are prepared for street combat according to the brave mountain infantry routine. They are serious in field battles and break through the middle road. The offensive tactics of two wings are not yet available. It is very suitable to fight this kind of sneak attack and harassment battle. Moreover, all the personnel involved in street combat have taken brave medicine before the war, and have the ability to withstand blood and violence that is different from ordinary people. They even become more and more excited and become more and more excited.

"TuTuTuTu" is a submachine gun shooting;

"Bang" This is the G98's cold gun;

"Bang" and "Bang" are the mobs showing off their might.

The combat skills of the soldiers of the garrison regiment were obviously better, but they were also flesh and blood, and they were also knocked down by bullets. Street fighting was not only about experience and courage, but also about the number of people. On the one hand, Weitzer had only two battalions of troops to attack. Faced with the endless weapons and stormtroopers in the city, they gradually felt a little fear.

Every house, every ruin, every street, every corner will have something unthinkable waiting for them—bullets, mobilizers and even small explosive packs.

"Bastard!", "Bastard!" Seeing soldiers slumped in pools of blood, Weitzel's eyes were red. These were the essences preserved from the large-scale layoff system after the end of the war. Each of them could lead a battalion. Now, the Bavarian thugs hit the fist, at least more than 300 battalion commanders were reimbursed, and more than 200 were injured. The overall casualty rate has exceeded one-third, and the morale of the entire army has been turbulent.

But what was even more desperate was that behind, after the mountain guns opened fire, the plane led by Gorene finally arrived at the junction of Munich's suburban city. The Hatchcas machine gun that was originally removed from the plane was installed back today. Gorene posed a Fokker fighter to rush in the front, and behind him were several civil aviation aircraft transformed with bombers. After Munich Airport was controlled, these planes were also forcibly recruited by Gorene to join the commando. At this moment, all the people who were manipulating on it were the backbone of pilots before the National Socialist Party War.

"TuTuTuTu" Fok fighter jet spit out a fire chain and shot towards the mountain cannon position behind him. While firing with machine guns, the rest of the planes also made others rush to throw moor bottles from the air. At the beginning, the few of them only ignited the positions, but one by one happened to hit the ammunition box. The bursting gasoline burned for a while and then exploded with a "boom" amid the terrified screams of the artillery. The huge air wave swept across the area, and the entire mountain cannon position turned into a Shura field.

Weitzel was going crazy, but he had no choice but to do anything. His efforts to mount a machine gun in a hurry to try to prevent air defense did not work. Instead, he was beaten up by the condescending Chinese Society air commando so that he could not take care of himself and could only run away with his head in his arms.

Now, the officers and soldiers in the city were fighting for the stormtroopers and commandos, bleeding all the way, and every time they pushed further to the city center, they had to pay a huge price, while the left-behind troops on the periphery, especially the artillery units, were driven to no avail by the planes.

"This battle cannot be fought like this..." Several officers advised Weitzer, "Sir, we are too few, and the rebels have planes to help, and barely entering the city center can't solve the problem."

"What do you think you should do?"

"We must increase our troops and then surround the city and clear them... Maybe it will take several days to fight."

"Okay..." Weitzel sighed helplessly, "Send a telegram to the commander-in-chief. We are in trouble, send reinforcements..."

"What? A strengthened Berlin garrison regiment cannot defeat the rebels? What forces behind the rebels are supporting them?" Sickett was shocked and slapped the table and angrily, "Listen to Weizel's tone, adding another regiment may not be enough. At least one division is needed. Is he too incompetent or the rebels too powerful? Can such a vending bucket be the director of the military bureau?"

The staff members were speechless: You decided on Weitzel's position. Now the stranger's family is a stake? Who has the problem with his vision?

"Let him send me the details..." Sicket looked up at the ceiling and sighed helplessly, "Come another division... no, two!"
Chapter completed!