At dawn, Paul. Kochagin led his men and completed all the necessary preparations. Now, though, they could only curl up in the trenches behind a frozen corpse.

But the bunkers in front of them, which the cavalry called "tattered", looked so close that a distance of 30 meters was not at all an unreachable place on the battlefield. It is also the closest place that can be quietly approached.

If you get closer, even though the sapper shovel provided by China is small and sharp, if you get closer, you will definitely be noticed by the other side. Here, you don't even need a telescope to see, and the bunkers are surrounded by some barbed wire.

Now the barbed wire was hung with corpses from the day's attacks, and it seemed as if they were still climbing over the barbed wire to get closer to the pillboxes. But the dense bullets broke all the possibility of attack, and no one could approach these pillboxes silently.

The bodies hanging from the barbed wire, now completely mutilated, had apparently been shot by 12.7 mm. This can't help but make Paul. Kochagin was somewhat worried, when the battle began, how would he lead his men to break through the 30-meter space and complete the mission?

"In groups of five, they will form a continuous demolition team, under the cover of machine guns and rifles, and break under the enemy's bunkers until this pile of rubble is blown into a real pile of rags, and our brethren will be able to break into the city!"

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"Yes, Comrade Battalion Instructor!"

Whether it was the old officers in fur hats, or the new ones in Red Army hats, they replied with the same firmness and boldness.

Paul. Kochagin lips: "Alright, let's do it, I will have all the firepower to support you near the enemy's pillbox, under the personal command of your company commander." As for their mortars, you don't have to worry too much, Comrade Battalion Commander will personally direct the artillery platoon in the battalion to suppress fire! And every member of the Communist Youth League must move forward and set the most courageous and tenacious example to other soldiers! ”

His gaze swept over the eyes of his platoon commanders, some of whom were party members and some of whom were not. Yet, on the eve of this attack, no one flinched, and before this dawn, before this life was about to bloom in its most beautiful splendor, all eyes sparkled in it.

"Bang Bang ......"

The flare swept through the air, glowing green and red, and the earth began to tremble for a moment. Almost as soon as the flare went off, the mortar landed in the middle of the bunker group, temporarily suppressing the mortar there.

Under such a blow, the bunkers were like awakened demons, spewing strings of flames in all directions, as if they had enough bullets to fight at all. The machine guns of the two pillboxes formed a net of fire, especially the 12.7mm heavy machine guns, which sounded loud and full of terrifying and eccentric amusement.

"Forward...... Moving Forward ......"

The cavalrymen, either wearing their fur hats crookedly, or straightening their Red Army pointed hats, beneath which were faces twisted with anger, and their mouths wide open and let out the same roar.

Almost at the same moment, groups of cavalry leaped from the trenches, and the first wave of onslaught began. From both ends and in the middle of the battle line, a total of four infantry squads appeared. In the trenches behind him, the sound of Mosinagan rifles, Stern submachine guns, and machine guns rang out at about the same time.

The snow, dust, and sandbags had been removed by artillery fire in the afternoon's fierce fighting, and there was no time to resurface them until now. Dense ballistics hit the firing port of the bunker, and the jets formed one after another crashed into the outermost steel plate of the bunker at an angle of 65 degrees. In the sound of "dangdang", it rose into the sky with a flash of fire.

Faced with the tongue of fire sprayed by the large-caliber machine guns in the opponent's pillbox, all the people had to retract their heads into the trenches every time they fired a bullet. Large-caliber machine gun bullets fired against the ground are often something that cannot be stopped by sandbags or earthen walls on the breastwork.

Soon, several Heavy fell to the ground under the blows of the opposing team, and even the shields could not prevent the 12.7mm holes from penetrating.

"Smack...... Smack......"

Needless to say, the M1 Eagle Short Assault Rifle, which can be used as a sniper rifle at a distance of 100 meters, has the ability to fire semi-automatically, especially since the scope scatters green points of light at night, allowing people to aim quickly.

Paul who has run out of a magazine. Kochakin, with his 1.5x scope, took a look at the battlefield. So far, none of the four assault teams has been able to break through the enemy's defenses and reach the vicinity of the opponent's pillbox. As for explosives, naturally there is no way to help destroy the opponent's bunkers.

A fighter who had just raised himself to charge forward was instantly knocked to the ground by the transferred machine gun. Between the two bunkers, each other illuminates the front of each other's bunkers with wiping lights. The raised figure of each attacker could not be hidden under these lights.

"Tell the machine gunners at both ends of the battle line to shoot the other side's searchlights, to extinguish them no matter what, and to ask the sharpshooters to shoot there as well......"

The first wave of 20 commandos, consisting entirely of members of the Bolshevik Party and Komsomol members, had been completely defeated, and now the young bodies of the 20 men were lying around the pillbox, mingling with those who had died in the daytime.

The bunker, as usual, erupted with a continuous stream of flames. Whether it was the mortar shells that came in, the 12.7 mm or 7.62 mm machine guns, and the honeycomb walls of the pillboxes against them, it was like scratching.

"Dada...... Woo ......"

The fighters follow Paul. Kochakin's arrangement, non-stop shooting at the searchlight. It was as if the two shining eyes were destroyed by a dense rain of bullets at once.

"Second Commando ......!"

Paul. Kochagin's voice was hoarse from anger, as if a piece of linen had been torn. With his order, another 20 fighters with explosive bags rose up.

"Cover shooting...... Cover Shooting ......"

As he shouted, a string of bullets shone like beams of light on the firing port of the bunker, as if to blind everyone in the bunker with such light.

With a "......swoop", the battlefield suddenly brightened up again, and the lights of the two bunker groups suddenly illuminated the battlefield. The 20 figures who were bending over and quickly assaulting were illuminated through the sudden light on the battlefield.

The figures, like the sculptures at the Athens Olympics that they had seen before, their figures seemed to be frozen on the battlefield. The figure that flew like an arrow seemed to be condensed in the night sky at the moment it was hit. Kochakin's heart.

Paul. The M-1 Eagle short assault rifle in Kochagin's hand quickly turned its muzzle and pointed it at the "resurrected" searchlights.

"Bang Bang ......"

With the crisp sound of shooting, more muzzles were turned. Although the suppression of the firing ports at the enemy pillboxes was weakened, the searchlights that were soon lit again were extinguished again.

"All of them come with me, all the demolition teams come with me......

Paul. Kochagin thought that he could no longer endure in the trenches, that he could no longer endure such a senseless attrition. Moreover, if the enemy army is given time to prepare, then the next attack will be shattered by these searchlights, which are quickly repaired. So at the moment, the only thing that can be done is to carry out a full-fledged and courageous attack.

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Hordes of soldiers followed Paul. Kochagin jumped out of the trench behind them, and they carried the figure of the spear on the Mosinagan rifle, and a figure flashed in every flash of light on the battlefield, like a picture of a cartoon.

Paul running forward. As Kochagin ran under artillery fire, resurrected mortars from the stronghold often fell near his side, and shrapnel whistled past him.

Although the heavy smell of gunpowder was almost suffocating, the constant bullets in front of them often forced them to lie down in the midst of the fire.

However, if it is suppressed here, the offensive will continue in the other direction. This made it difficult for the two pillboxes to coordinate with each other.

It was here that the time for the final general assault arrived. In other words, the offensive can no longer be delayed. Otherwise, when the enemy reinforcements arrive, they will surround the rest of the cavalry division and carry out the final slaughter.

The only chance to survive is to occupy this place, where supplies are piled up and include a small airfield. Only by occupying this place can you rely on the fortifications here to withstand the ensuing attack until the entire front is pushed forward to this point.

Behind him was the sound of horses' hooves, and the fierce sound of artillery indicated that the divisional artillery had also been resurrected, and at the moment it was suppressing the positions of the enemy artillery. However, because it was dark, none of the planes could take off, which gave the cavalry the best chance to attack.

"Smoke grenades"

Paul tripped over a frozen body like a piece of iron and lay down on the ground changing magazines. Kochagin shouted loudly. There was no one else around him at the moment other than his own correspondent.

But the sound of bullets whistling in his ears and on the battlefield made him understand that his men, together with him, were launching a desperate attack on the enemy's pillbox. The man in front fell under machine-gun fire, and another soldier stood up behind him. It was like a storm, like a torrent, unstoppable.

"Boom!"

In the midst of a violent explosion, the tongue of fire that was spewing from a bunker suddenly stopped. In the flames of the explosion, Paul. It was as if Kochagin had seen that a corner of the bunker had collapsed.

More of his own soldiers poured into the bunker.

"It worked! We succeeded, woo-la-......."

Put Paul back on a full magazine. Kochagin roared loudly and rushed into the bunker.

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