Chapter 621: Kharkov Injured
Kharkov led his men to continue the search, and they went into battle together with the fighters of the reconnaissance company. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ info Since the grenades did not continue to be thrown, there were no houses to continue to destroy.
The warrior had to be more careful to search the room, but the more rooms were searched, the less vigilant they became.
"This is clearly an ordinary residential area, and the army barracks are definitely not here." Kharkov pinched his waist helplessly, and all he found was some scattered daily necessities that could be taken away and used.
The boys' camp was free to search the room, and Kharkov led people into another one. He still rushed through the door as expected, and the muzzle of the gun was vigilantly aimed at any corner.
"Looks like there's no one here! Come in, girls, here's what you like! β
"What the hell is a good thing?" When Nina heard this, she followed closely after the chief's order, only to see that it seemed to be a woman's room, and there were indeed several women's clothes hanging in a small closet.
That's a good thing!
"Shura, come in quickly, we have spare clothes!" Without hesitation, Nina called her companions into the house, and they immediately began to pack up the spoils that only they could enjoy, in the instinct of women.
As male soldiers, Kharkov and the other two watched the girls' movements, and of course they were not idle, so they continued to search.
Mikhail carried the gun on his back and tossed on the bed with his bare hands. A large wooden box sits next to the bed, enough for one person, and there must be some good stuff here.
"Kharkiv, look at this box, it's not locked!" Mikhail waved his hand.
When Kharkov heard the news, a curiosity about the unknown immediately took over his heart, he rubbed his hands and muttered: "What good things will be in here?" It would be nice to have a pair of pants that fit me, or a pair of leather shoes. β
"Then let's do it quickly!" Mikhail shook his neck, "Ruslan, help me move the box!" β
The three of them didn't have much trouble opening the lid of the box, but their happy faces turned white when they saw the contents of the boxβthere was a man hiding in it!
Hidden in the box was a woman with a tear-stained face, her facial features distorted, and even worse, her hand trembling and holding a Luger pistol.
Kharkov was the one among the three, and he was stunned for a moment, this woman with a gun actually shot!
A sudden and loud gunshot rang through the entire house, Kharkov fell to the ground with a scream, and then the pain spread throughout his body.
"Ahhhh It hurts me! I'm going to die......"
The boy clutched his left shoulder, blood like a trickle of water quickly staining his sleeve.
The echo of the shot disappeared, and Mikhail, who was relieved, punched the woman with the gun in the face with a heavy punch, and Ruslan decisively snatched the man's gun.
Nina and Shura didn't go to sort out the clothes when they heard the news, they saw Kharkiv rolling on the ground, and they saw the people who had been dragged out of the boxes, and they probably knew what was going on.
Mikhail burst out in the childish voice of his adolescent: "You two have been trained as nurses, Kharkov was shot, you hurry up and stop the bleeding!" β
"Good! I'm coming! "Nina reacted very quickly, improvising with a sheet without a tourniquet, and it was imperative that the wounded man's left arm stop spurting blood. But the best thing to do is to find a field doctor, and unfortunately most of the medicine is left in the original camp!
The room was too dimly lit, and the two girls pulled Kharkov, who was struggling in pain, out with strong arms.
It so happened that several soldiers were being ordered to find the commander of the junior battalion. They met the soldiers of the junior battalion who cooperated with the reconnaissance company in the search, but they did not find their commander, and the soldiers had no choice but to search for them one by one.
When they saw the two girls dragging a struggling person out, they immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately ran over and asked, "You are from the youth camp, where is your battalion commander?" β
"That's him!" Nina wiped her sweat and pointed to Kharkov, who was uncomfortable, "There was a damn Nazi who almost ambushed us, and our battalion commander hung the lottery." β
"What an anachronistic hanging lottery!" The soldier was confused, how could this be explained to the company commander. "And what about the enemy who ambushed your battalion commander? Have you two already killed you? You two female soldiers are really capable. β
Nina could hear that there was something unpleasant in this, and she still pointed to the people shaking inside the door of the house: "The enemy is knocked unconscious, I think you can help us pull people out." β
And just like that, a woman in a dress was pulled out, this woman was none other than her, and at the last moment she gave the child to Lawrence, and she was given a Luger pistol.
Lawrence didn't mean that he wanted the woman to kill herself, the gun was just for self-defense. Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, she did hide, but she didn't expect the Soviet army to search very carefully. At the most critical moment, this gun was a means of saving her life, in fact, whoever opened the box she would fire.
A soldier scratched his head, this woman who was obviously dressed as a civilian was stunned and injured the commander of the junior battalion. The situation has completely changed! After a few words, the soldiers hurriedly withdrew to the temporary headquarters and explained the situation to Balzen.
Nina and the others looked at the back of the soldier and couldn't help sighing, these things are terrible, the officer is injured, who should command the junior battalion?
But they didn't have time to think about these things, and the originally sparse gunfire intensified again.
It was some of Lawrence's men, the last of the grinding officers and soldiers. They withdrew from the camp after collecting some ammunition, thus delaying a considerable amount of time. Its large forces can break through the encirclement, but they have no chance.
More than 30 people became turtles in the urn, and in the direction of their original breakthrough, Lavrenj and Evgeny pressed over with heavy troops.
They naturally instinctively withdrew in the direction of the camp, hoping to use the buildings here to maybe fight a dozen street battles, knowing that reinforcements were likely to be on the way, and there was still a chance to turn the tables if they continued to fight to gain time.
Unfortunately, the opportunity is gone.
Balzen was resting with a cigarette in his mouth, and the gunfire was getting more and more dense and loud, and he had a hunch that the situation was changing.
At this time, a soldier ran up, pointed to the north and said, "Company commander! The Nazis are here again! β
"Nazi Nazi! Their reinforcements are coming?! Balzen threw away his cigarette butt and asked loudly.
"Nope! The enemy's reinforcements are definitely running horses! The soldier grinned, "It was our friendly forces that drove back the enemy who didn't flee in time!" β
Upon hearing this, Balzen excitedly stood up, tied his bobo salad, and ordered: "Great! By the time we finish this little battle of annihilation, the battle will be over completely! Then we will quickly withdraw from the battle, and you will burn the enemy's camp to ashes! Get started now! β