In the middle of the city, a SDKFZ251 armored vehicle rushed over the bridge over the Agron River and saluted to the eastern outskirts of the city, next to a foxhole on the outermost part of the paratrooper position.

Captain Nietzsche, with half of his body exposed, pointed to the road not far away, and shouted to the paratroopers in the foxhole: "Mr. Corporal, how far are the Russians from us?" ”

The paratrooper corporal in the double foxhole spread his hands, then pointed to the forest in front of him and said, "Those forests block my view, I can't see them." If you want to know what the Russians are doing, you'd better ask them. ”

The paratrooper corporal said as he raised his index finger in his right hand and pointed to the sky.

Captain Nietzsche looked up at the FI-282 Hummingbird helicopter hovering about fifty meters above the ground.

In the back seat of the helicopter, the observer hand is holding a telescope and is staring intently at the east.

Captain Nietzsche clasped his hands to his lips and almost burst his throat before penetrating the obstruction of the roar of the engine and attracting the attention of the observer.

Having confirmed by the observers that the advance guard of the Russians was too far from the city to pose a threat to them, the armored vehicles roared onto the road and headed east.

More than 500 meters away, the armored car stopped on the side of the road.

Captain Nobel ordered two orderlies in paratrooper uniforms to hide in the forest ahead and act as observation posts.

He took two other orderlies and kept busy on the dirt road with sapper shovels.

Holes were drilled in the ground, then explosives were inserted, and after a small blast, an extra rectangular pit was created in the ground.

Four men worked together to remove a 4-foot-long, 2-foot-wide, and 1-foot-high miniature tank from the compartment of the armored vehicle.

"To live up to my reputation as a Nobel blaster. I'm going to give the Russians a great gift with our giants. Captain Nobel said with a smile.

Mini tank in the hands of four people. It is a sapper explosives transport vehicle that Germany has just successfully developed in the spring of 42. The military number is SDKFZ302, and the nickname is Goliath remote-controlled tank.

Goliath is the Greek mythology for giant, and Captain Nobel called it by this name that is not commensurate with the mini-tank.

The Goliath RC tank, as the name suggests, is a mini tank that can be operated remotely.

The car can be controlled by a remote control joystick, the control box is connected by three cables, two control the drive, and one is responsible for detonation.

Each Goliath remote-controlled bomb has a cable up to 630 meters long. Early Goliath remote-controlled bombs were powered by electric motors.

This Goliath remote-controlled tank was asked by Captain Nobel from the engineers of the Governor's Guard, and the purpose was to send a welcome gift package to the Soviet troops who came from afar.

Four men carried the Goliath remote-controlled tank, lowered it into a rectangular pit on the dirt road, pulled out the wires, and filled the pit with sapper shovels.

After burying the tank, the four of them worked together, each responsible for a section, from the dirt road to the trench on the side of the road, digging a pocket-sized long pit. The striking wires are placed in the pit and then buried. It wasn't until the wire stretched more than 50 meters away and submerged into a small birch forest on the side of the road that the four of them called it a day.

Captain Nietzsche removed a spare tire from the armored car and rolled it over and over where the Goliath remote-controlled bomb was buried, making several obvious rut marks before he was satisfied with rolling the tire back to the armored car.

Retracting the two observation posts, the armored vehicle retreated to the rear of the birch forest, standing by with its back to the woods.

Captain Nobel held the remote control in his hand, and retreated into the depths of the birch forest as he put the line out, then turned a corner, turned to the edge of the birch forest, hid behind a bush full of purple flowers, and stared at the mine-laying site more than 150 meters away.

"How powerful is this large mine after it explodes?" Captain Nietzsche couldn't help but ask with curiosity in his heart.

"All I can tell you is that our giant is very small, but it has sixty kilograms of explosives in its belly, and you can imagine the explosion." Captain Nobel is very faceless.

After waiting for half an hour, the two of them waited for the long-awaited noise.

"This voice should be KV or T-34. They finally broke through the minefield of the Führer's regiment and came to give me the battle record. Captain Nobel craned his neck and stared at the distance of the road.

Captain Nietzsche held a telescope and faintly saw a tank driving in the distance of the road.

Seeing the inclined armor on that tank, Captain Nietzsche said: "It's the T-34, why is there only one?" ”

After another half minute or so, Captain Nietzsche's handsome face froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"This tragic guy, it's been sent to find the way." Captain Nietzsche said.

Captain Nietzsche clearly saw that the T-34 tank was followed by a tank column, but there was a full fifty meters between the second tank and the T-34 in the lead.

In an instant, Captain Nietzsche figured out the thoughts of the Soviets opposite.

Although the minefield of the Führer regiment was broken, the minefield also left a shadow on the Soviets' hearts, so they sent the thick-skinned T-34 to take the lead and test whether there was a new minefield on the road.

The Russians had a good idea, but unfortunately they encountered an oversized mine set by the blasting expert Nobel.

Tragedy, utter tragedy, a hundred times more tragic than Shakespeare's four great tragedies.

Captain Nietzsche turned his head to look at Captain Nobel, whose face was full of red light and his eyes were full of fine light, and silently drew an end to the tragic life of the T-34 tank in his heart.

"Coming, coming······" Captain Nobel stared at the approaching T-34 tank, and his mouth was full of words.

Captain Nietzsche and the four orderlies were also infected by Captain Nobel's enthusiasm, each holding a weapon, excitedly waiting for the exciting moment.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters······ When the track on the left side of the T-34 tank pressed the explosion point, Captain Nobel pressed the detonation button fiercely.

"Rumbling ······" As a huge explosion sounded, Captain Nietzsche and the six felt shaken for a while, and their bodies couldn't help but shiver. The ears lose all their sound. Only the endless buzz echoed.

Yellow smoke rose around the explosion site. It instantly swallowed the highway and obscured everyone's view.

A behemoth flew out of the smoke and dust, and it was the tragic T-34 tank.

The body rolled on its side, the "belly" was facing the left side of the road, and the T-34 tank made a graceful drift curve on the road and flew straight into the trench on the right side of the road.

Fragments of tracks, fragments of armor plates, and two load-bearing wheels in between. Countless steel parts flew out of the T-34 and scattered in all directions.

Although they were more than 150 meters away from the scene of the tragedy, Captain Nietzsche and others still subconsciously lowered their bodies, lest they be hit by the oncoming "hidden weapon".

The smoke and dust did not dissipate for a long time, and it shrouded the highway and obscured everyone's vision.

It took a full five minutes for four figures to emerge from the thinning smoke and dust.

Four Soviet soldiers in tank caps, trotting to the side of the road, find the protagonist of the tragedy. The T-34 tank, lying quietly in the trench, yelled at the tank.

Because the distance is too far. Although they could not hear what the Soviet soldiers were shouting in the distance, Captain Nietzsche and others could still guess that they were checking whether there were survivors in the tank.

"If Your Excellency is here and sees this kind of scene, he will definitely say that even if there are survivors in the tank, he will basically not be able to take care of himself for the rest of his life." Captain Nietzsche said.

Captain Nobel pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said proudly: "After such a blasting operation, I think the Russian tank column will stay here for at least half an hour." When their sappers came up, they painstakingly checked the road surface but couldn't find a single mine, I don't know what kind of expression it would be? ”

"Your show time is over, it's time for us to retreat." Captain Nietzsche said.

"Okay, the Guards engineer company still has at least twenty Goliath remote-controlled tanks in their hands, enough for us." Captain Nobel said and turned to leave.

Walking out of the birch forest, six people jumped into the armored car in turn and returned along the same road.

Passing by the foxhole, where he had stopped before, the paratrooper corporal asked, "What is happening ahead?" You caused the explosion? ”

"The Russians stepped on the mines we planted, and you will see them soon, good luck." Captain Nietzsche stood at the front of the car, waved to the corporal, and rode away in style.

The paratrooper corporal turned around, looked in the direction where the explosion sounded, and his face became grim.

About forty minutes later, the paratrooper corporal sensed the looming clouds of war.

The FI-282 helicopter hovering overhead suddenly lowered its altitude, and the observer danced and shouted to him: "The Russians are coming, we will withdraw first, good luck to you." ”

Before the words fell, with the roar of the rumbling engines, the helicopter flew to the west like an arrow.

After a few moments, the paratrooper corporal finally understood the reason for the helicopter's hasty departure.

A huge fleet of aircraft appeared in the eastern sky.

The paratrooper corporal hurriedly counted them and was horrified to find that the total number of bombers and escort fighters was in the hundreds.

"Don't get too close to the bomb." The corporal looked up to the sky, looked at the rapidly approaching group, and kept muttering to himself.

"Kurt, where are our planes? Where did they go? The paratrooper, who was also in the foxhole, asked.

"I don't know, this is for our Imperial Marshal Your Excellency." The corporal replied.

The paratrooper was just about to speak, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly lowered his body, although he was already squatting in the foxhole.

The paratrooper corporal, known as Kurt, was not slow to react, raising his hands to cover his ears.

The moment he covered his ears with his hands, countless explosions that were close at hand came to mind, one after another, and they hit the bodies of the two paratroopers without stopping.

In the explosion, yellow dust and green grass flew into the foxhole, slapped on the two men, and dyed their steel helmets and military uniforms yellow.

The two paratroopers had fought against the Soviet Army in Romania and were familiar with the Soviet Army's standard weapons, and immediately recognized which weapon the Soviet artillery fire came from.

"It's 152 howitzers, and 122, I haven't heard them for a long time." Corporal Kurt shouted with his ears covered.

"The shelling has begun, their infantry is not far away, we have to be ready."

Amid the incessant sound of explosions, endless artillery fire covered the area controlled by the paratroopers in the city of Pustoska.

In the center of the city, a carpet of bombs dropped by Soviet Air Force bombers carpeted most of the city.

The Germans in the city did not sit still, 88-mm anti-aircraft guns, 40-mm Bofors anti-aircraft guns fired countless shells into the air, encircling their airspace with powerful firepower.

In the blue sky, anti-aircraft artillery shells burst out clouds of gray-black gunsmoke, surrounding the Soviet fighters. From time to time, Soviet fighters were hit by artillery fire, or their wings were broken, spinning and falling to the ground, or they dragged flames and thick black smoke to the ground and fell to pieces.

In less than fifteen minutes, there were more white "petals" in the sky that paratroopers were very familiar with, which were the parachutes used by Soviet pilots to escape.

Hiding in the foxhole, Corporal Kurt and his comrades covered their ears and suffered for fifteen minutes under artillery fire and the trembling of the earth before being summoned out of the foxhole by the shrill whistle.

Hearing a piercing beep, Corporal Kurt picked up the STG42 assault rifle in his arms, and his comrades also picked up the G42 semi-automatic rifle.

As veterans, they are well aware that the whistle signal represents the beginning of the charge of the Russian infantry and tanks, and the moment when the most test of their will to fight is coming.

"Snort······ Sneer······" The MG-42 machine gun made a strange cry like tearing oilcloth.

"Day······ Day ······" The characteristic firing sound of the Grew34 81mm mortar also reached the ears of the two men.

Quietly poking out half his head, Corporal Coulter's eyes were almost flat on the ground.

In the forests of the east, countless Soviet infantry rushed out of the forest, armed with weapons, and rushed towards their positions.

On the flat grass, in front of the Soviet infantry, more than 20 tanks, with black smoke spewing from the tail, led the infantry to launch a huge charge, and the tanks in front were less than 200 meters away from the German paratroopers' positions.

Corporal Kurt touched the side of his feet and felt a large disc-shaped guy, which was an anti-tank mine.

"I hope I don't need this guy." Kurt muttered quietly.

Looking at the Soviet tanks and infantry that were getting closer and closer, Kurt pulled the bolt to load the bullet and calmly observed the situation on the battlefield.

In less than a minute, a T-34 type gram that rushed to the front had approached within 100 meters of the paratrooper position, but it stopped with a sudden brake, and two more round black holes appeared on the inclined steel plate in front of it.

Directly in front of it, a No. 3 assault gun, seeing that the target was destroyed, immediately shook the muzzle of the gun and pointed at another target.

The resistance of the paratroopers did not stop the advance of the Soviet infantry group, and it was the god of war who really played a role.

Accompanied by a whistling sound from behind, the overwhelming firelight and smoke instantly drowned the Soviet troops in the charge.

Looking at the flesh-and-blood Soviet infantry, Corporal Kurt was not very excited, he knew that this attack was nothing more than a tentative attack of the enemy, and the gates of hell had just opened a gap. (To be continued.) )