There was no time to confirm who the men in black uniforms were, and who they belonged to in the Soviet Army, but Lieutenant Batistuta's strafing bought precious time for the machine gun crew in the crater.

The muzzle of the Breda M1930 light machine gun spat out dazzling tongues of fire, firing one after another at the oncoming figures.

The submachine gun in Lieutenant Batistuta's hand and the M1891 rifle in Cragno's hand opened fire non-stop, quickly clearing the enemy in the sector area in front of the position, and a few of the charging enemies were shot and spurted blood to the end, while many more lay on the ground to avoid the bullets.

The superiority of the local battlefield did not relax the lieutenant's mood in the slightest, and he had already sensed that an unknown number of enemies had rushed into the residential area on the left flank of the position, and hand-to-hand combat seemed to have broken out on the open ground on the right.

Fortunately, some paratroopers arrived before dark, giving the position a stronger depth and valuable reserves, otherwise the Russians would have succeeded in this night attack.

A series of deafening explosions suddenly came from behind him, and the lieutenant hurriedly looked back, and a few hundred meters behind him, in the middle of his position and the Kelsenfjord, a series of explosions suddenly occurred.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the lieutenant instantly came to a conclusion.

It is clear that this is the Russians using artillery to cut off the way for reinforcements from the rear, and at the same time, the shelling is also cutting off the retreat of themselves and their comrades around them.

In this case, you can only rely on yourself.

Thinking of the Russian style, which had always been known for its barbarism and brutality, Lieutenant Batistuta made a decisive decision that he would rather die in battle than be captured, otherwise he would definitely be worse off than dead.

Quickly unloading the empty magazine, the lieutenant had just re-pulled the bolt of the submachine gun to load the bullet, not noticing that his position had been targeted by a mortar.

The shells fell from the sky and landed on the right front of the crater, almost exploding as the machine gun crew that was firing close to the edge of the crater.

The flames and smoke instantly engulfed the shooter and the machine gun, and the Breda M1930 light machine gun was swept away by the air wave, and the machine gun shooter and the loader on his right were hit by shrapnel in the head and chest, and before they could scream, they turned into bloody corpses.

Lying on the left side of the machine-gun crew, Kranio cowered in the crater to reload the rifle and narrowly escaped, when Lieutenant Batistuta, who was shooting with a submachine gun, heard a loud bang rushing into his ears, and his mind was instantly filled with a "buzzing" sound.

Almost at the same time, he felt a numbness in his right arm, a sharp pain from his shoulder to his atrium, and his whole heart couldn't stop twitching, and he involuntarily stopped shooting.

With sharp pain and a buzzing sound in his head, the lieutenant quickly retracted his body into the crater, and gently pressed his right shoulder with his left hand, clearly seeing a layer of red blood stained in his palm.

"Quick, keep shooting, don't let them come close."

The lieutenant saw that the crowd in the crater was blinded by the sudden mortar, and hurriedly shouted to the two surviving members of the machine gun crew and Cragno.

After shouting loudly, the lieutenant returned to the edge of the crater in severe pain, picked up his submachine gun and prepared to continue firing, Kragno lying on his right.

The machine guns were destroyed and unusable, and the two surviving machine gunners removed the bodies of their companions and took the rifles they had with them and went to the edge of the crater to act as riflemen.

However, the lieutenant ran out of another magazine, and when the magazine was replaced, the firepower was sharply reduced, and a blurred black shadow rushed to a distance of more than twenty meters from the crater, and made a gesture of waving his arms under the watchful eyes of the lieutenant.

"Grenade, be careful······" The lieutenant's shouts rang out again.

The grenade was thrown accurately, first into Kranio's back and then into the crater.

Three of the four men noticed the presence of the grenade, and the three pairs of eyes looked back at the white-eyed grenade in the crater, and at the last moment, a machine gun shooter dropped his rifle and turned around and flew to the bottom of the crater.

His broad, thick body had just been covered with a grenade when a muffled sound came from beneath him.

Under the impact of the air wave and the shock wave, his body was bounced up and then fell, and in the blink of an eye, he lost all his vitality.

In the heat of battle, there was simply no time to mourn the feat of his comrades, and a majestic shout attracted the attention of Lieutenant Batistuta.

After a brief distraction between the lieutenant and Kragno, an enemy soldier in a black uniform with a rifle ghostly rushed to the crater from the right front, brandishing a stabbed Mosin Nagant rifle and stabbing another machine gunner who was firing from his rifle.

The Heavy also noticed the presence of the other man, dodged the spear in a flash, released the rifle with both hands, grabbed the barrel of the Mosin Nagant rifle and pulled it violently behind him.

The Soviet soldier used too much force, and involuntarily rushed into the crater under the drag of the machine gunner, slipped under his feet, lost his balance and involuntarily rolled into the crater.

Lieutenant Batistuta raised his submachine gun and killed the enemy who rolled into the crater.

After killing the enemy, the lieutenant raised his head and happened to see a scene that made him angry.

Another enemy in black uniform rushed to the crater, brandished his rifle and pierced the Heavy in the chest, then raised his right foot and kicked the Heavy in the abdomen, pulled out the spur, stood on the side of the crater and pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and then pointed the gun at the lieutenant.

The lieutenant hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun to the enemy, but he was a step too late in the severe pain in his right arm, and a bright light erupted from the muzzle of the gun opposite, and two gunshots rang out at the same time.

The moment the shots rang out, the lieutenant's body shook for a moment, and then he saw the enemy fall to the ground with his head on his back.

Turning his face to the left, the lieutenant saw Kragno lying with his head on his back, his rifle thrown to the ground.

In a panic, the lieutenant mistakenly believed that the enemy's gun was pointed at him, but it was actually pointed at Kragno beside him.

Sensing his opponent's intentions, Cranio raised his gun and fired at the opponent, both of whom pulled the trigger almost simultaneously and hit each other at the same time.

"I've been shot, lieutenant, you're right, the Russians really don't have the same style as the British."

Cragneo clutched his bleeding abdomen and stammered.

"Don't talk yet, cover the wound, don't move, the doctor will be here soon."

As the battle continued, Lieutenant Batistuta didn't have time to comfort Craño too much, hung his submachine gun around his neck, reached out and grabbed Cragno, put him on his shoulder, and took advantage of the brief darkness after the flare was extinguished, jumping out of the crater and running backwards.

It must be impossible to hold here, and it is necessary to abandon the position and retreat backwards, to the position of the paratroopers.

Taking advantage of the darkness and undulating terrain as cover, the lieutenant carried Kragno all the way for more than 100 meters, straight to an M35 47mm anti-tank gun that was firing.

Another round of flares flew into the sky, relighting the battlefield, and Lieutenant Batistuta had already stormed the artillery position, lowered Cragno to the ground, and then called in the military doctor, but the lieutenant himself joined the artillery unit temporarily and continued to participate in the battle.

Five gunners expertly reloaded the anti-tank guns, firing high-explosive shells into the distance, one after the other, suppressing the enemy infantry in the distance, until the commander of the gun shouted and did not stop.

"Change armor-piercing shells, change armor-piercing shells, the enemy's tanks are coming."

The lieutenant also saw at this time that under the illumination of the flares, several huge figures flashed on the ground in the distance.

Light weapons can't deal with these rough-skinned steel monsters, what I can do now is to try to suppress the infantry rushing to the vicinity and protect the safety of the artillery crew, as for the enemy's tanks, it is better to let the anti-tank guns do it.

In the confusion, Lieutenant Batistuta saw a light tank being hit and on fire, and it is not known if it was the anti-tank gun on the right that did it.

In a panic, he ran out of another magazine, and subconsciously touched the bullet pouch with his right hand, but he felt empty, and before he knew it, he had already used up all the magazines.

"Turn right at the muzzle and aim at that KV, quick."

The shouts of the gunner attracted the attention of the lieutenant, who turned his head to look in the direction of the gunner's finger and clearly saw a KV-1 heavy tank stop-and-go, with bright flames flashing from time to time from the gun muzzle and machine gun muzzle on the turret, approaching his own position while firing.

"Bang ·····" With a crisp sound, the armor-piercing projectile flew out, and the lower front armor that hit the KV heavy tank was bounced off, and the KV-1 was still advancing.

The anti-tank gun then roared again, and a second armor-piercing projectile flew out, hitting the KV-1's right front guide wheel, and after the impact, the KV-1 stopped moving forward, and then slowly turned the turret to point the muzzle of the gun at the position of the anti-tank gun.

Seeing the KV-1 tank pointing its muzzle at itself, Lieutenant Batistuta's brow furrowed.

"Lie down, lie down ·····"

Almost as soon as the shouts rang out, a string of tracer bullets flew in trails, followed by a 76.2mm high-explosive bomb.

As if to vent its anger at the broken guide wheels, the KV-1 heavy tank fired three high-explosive shells in a row.

Lying on the ground, Lieutenant Batistuta endured the impact of the explosion, felt the vibration of the ground, breathed in the sulfurous smell of gunsmoke in his nose, and did not raise his head until he heard a shout.

"Is anyone still alive? Is anyone still alive? ”

The voice was weak, and when the lieutenant looked up, he saw a man leaning on his back against the anti-tank gun, the commander of the gun, who had not had time to ask for his name.

The lieutenant turned his head to look to the left and right, and four of the five gunners were lying in a pool of blood, the gunner's legs had been blown off, and the flesh below his knees was blurred, looking shocking.

The lieutenant tried to stand up, but there was a sharp pain in his right calf, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Enduring severe pain in his leg and right arm, the lieutenant crawled up to the gun commander and asked a stupid question that he regretted just as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Are you okay?"

The gun commander grinned and showed a miserable expression: "It's okay, I can't die for the time being, I need a loader to load the shells, and we can continue to fight." ”

Without any hesitation, the lieutenant crawled to the rear ammunition box, followed the instructions of the gunner to find the armor-piercing shells, and then removed the body of the gunner next to the anti-tank gun.

The gun commander was responsible for aiming and firing, and Lieutenant Batistuta was responsible for loading, and the 47-mm anti-tank gun roared again, firing the armor-piercing projectile out of the muzzle.

After firing two shells, another light tank was hit and caught fire.

No sooner had he slipped the third armor-piercing shell into the chamber of the gun when Lieutenant Batistuta heard an explosion behind him, his eyes went black, and he fell headlong to the ground on the right side of the anti-tank gun.

By the time he woke up again, it was already dawn.

After trying to identify it for a while, the lieutenant determined that he was lying on a stretcher, and that it was his own person who carried the stretcher.

Seeing that all the people around him were his own people, the lieutenant relaxed and was about to say hello to his comrades who were carrying the stretcher, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a group of people walking in the opposite direction to the stretcher.

Seeing the camouflage uniforms on the team and the M35-style steel helmets on their heads, the lieutenant recognized the men as Germans.

Among the Germans, a captain with a mustache on his upper lip turned his head curiously to meet Lieutenant Batistuta.

In the midst of each other's eyes, the lieutenant couldn't help but have a thought in his mind.

The Germans, you arrived only after the battle, what an unreliable ally. Also, this guy on the other side with a mustache and looks like a rookie, I'm afraid he won't live more than ten minutes in the hands of the Russians, good luck, don't be scared by the Russians to pee your pants!

Lieutenant Batistuta was wishing good luck to the other side in his heart, and the other party, Captain Gustav Schwarzenegger of the German Blackwater Special Reconnaissance Group, was also silently wishing him good luck.

This guy looks so miserable, he looks like he won't live long, I hope you can survive it, good luck!