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Being with the old man was not something that pleased Dimitri entirely, but he knew that he perhaps was a little better versed in war. Looking back, he shook his head, but looked to the Fez-wearing Greek, then looking to the gun."Can't be that hard, we need a healthy supply of 40mm shells and to man the cranks." Dimitri said, then looking up, the sight of planes and paratroops coming down, as he stepped into the small battery, looking at it."Fucking hell." He simply said, looking to Alexios, then back up at the sky, as he put his Bren down at the front."Borrow this if you need to, fire on anything that pisses us off sufficiently. Let's fire this thing up." He said, grabbing the cranks, quickly moving them into position, about 60 degrees the sky, towards the landing area's direction."Load shell...fire!" He yelled, aware that they had to fire off a lot of these, the flak attuned to go off at about 500m or so- a close by shower that would kick off any low flying transports.
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Alexios nodded, and gave Dimitri a few pats on the shoulder. "Excellent, I'll get you the shells you need, as long as you send the Germans to Hell.". The young Greek soldier quickly proceeded to man the Anti-Air Gun, but they no time to simply watch, as the German paratroopers could be seen falling from the sky. Alexios had never in his whole life seen anything like it, the wars he'd fought was the wars of the old guard, the kind of war the Germans and Italians refused to play these days. As Dimitri opened fire with the AA-weaponry, Alexios slung 
the British machine gun he'd been handed, and started moved down the line. 
"Stand your ground, my fellow soldiers! Do not let the Germans take one inch of our ancient motherland, stop them at all costs! For centuries, Greece was under the iron rule of heathens and conquerors. This will not happen again, not while we fight for our liberty, no more!" He shouted out in Greek, the response varying. Some of the Greeks shared his sense of patriotism, while others quietly stared at the front for paratroopers. "You and you, come with me, we need to find shells for that gun, ella ella!"

One of the Bredas they had driven luckily had a few crates of the 40mm shells Dimitri requested, but even for a hardened man like Alexios, it wasn't painless to carry it back to the frontline. And the sight of endlessly falling paratroopers did little to boost moral. The sudden sight of movement on Alexios' left flank however was something different. They had just gotten the crates to their AA-gun when the section under control of a British sergeant, Harris he thought was his name, had climbed over their own defences and advanced towards the enemy. It reminded him of the battles of the Balkan Wars, men charging across open fields to face the enemy face to face. And he was darn close to ordering a counter attack himself, hadn't it been for the angry British officer legging it down his line. 
-"Who is the bloody commanding officer here?" The angry Britishman shouted out, and Alexios stepped up to him. 

"I am, Sergeant Stathos. We follow and join counter attack, Sir?" Alexios asked, though he realized what the answer would be just as the words left his mouth.

-"God damnit, no! Hold the line, that's your orders! Where is Hedger?!" Lieutenant Bailey kept on shouting, before he kept running down the line to where the other British troops were. To Alexios it would have been logical to follow up on the counter attack, drive the Germans out of their positions and scatter them. Then again, he had his orders, and shouted out to the Greeks to hold their positions. In the sky, he still saw more paratroopers descend from the planes, and put down the LMG Dimitri gave him earlier. He took his old rifle, an Austro-Hungarian Mannlicher-Schönauer with the same scope he used first 20 years ago, still as good as it used to be. Taking aim, he fired a shot at a descending paratrooper, the 6.5×54 piercing his body just underneath the chest. 

"Be careful for friendly fire. Our British friends might return in our direction."