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The company marched cautiously through the wilderness in squads, heading straight to the east.

Gustav led his men to follow behind the platoon, looking vigilantly to the right-hand side, in the direction of the city of Buzeu.

A platoon walked on the right flank of the whole company, and it was their duty to be vigilant that no enemy would appear on the right flank.

After walking for about half an hour, Gustav saw what seemed to be a trip under Fleischer's feet, and he stumbled and almost fell.

The class immediately stopped in a vigilant posture, and Gustav walked up to Fleischer and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Fleischer didn't answer, lowered his head and poked his feet on the ground, then crouched down and groped for the ground.

"See what I found?"

Fleischer pulled a black thing from the grass on the ground and said as if offering a treasure.

Could it be a snake? Gustav crouched down curiously and took what Fleischer had handed him.

The tentacles were a little cold and astringent, and they seemed to be plastic threads.

On second thought, Gustav immediately recognized the real identity of the plastic wire, which was a telephone line.

Ensign Fisher walked up to him and whispered, "What's the matter?" Why stop? ”

"We found a phone line." Gustav said.

Second Lieutenant Fisher crouched down excitedly, picked up the telephone line and took a closer look, then looked up again? Look in both directions where the telephone line extends.

The telephone line runs to the city of Buzeu to the south and to the east.

About two or three minutes later, Gustav received an order from the company commander from Second Lieutenant Fisher, and a squad of the company's spearhead followed the telephone line to the east. Open the way for the whole connection.

Fifteen minutes later. Gustav stopped again. The class was lying on their stomachs in the grass.

Second Lieutenant Fisher and the company commander quickly crept up to Gustav and picked up their binoculars to look east.

Four or five tents could be faintly seen in the distance, and black figures were walking back and forth outside the tents.

The figure was holding something like a wooden stick, clearly a sentry patrolling with a gun.

Some people enter and leave the tent from time to time, and the moment the tent curtain is lifted, you can see the light coming out of the tent.

Gustav saw the company commander and Second Lieutenant Fischer quietly retreat behind the dirt slope, and after the two muttered for a while, the company commander disappeared into the night. Second Lieutenant Fisher came over and said: "Monitor the enemy in front, prepare for battle, and wait for the order of the company commander." ”

With a wave of his hand, Gustav immediately divided into two combat groups, with the deputy squad leader Fleischer leading the machine gun crew to move to the top of the dirt slope to set up the machine guns, and he himself led five riflemen to ambush on the right side of the machine gun crew.

After a long wait, the sky gradually brightened, the pale dawn appeared on the horizon, and the tents in the distance looked as if they were suspended on the ground, like haunted houses.

The sentinels walking back and forth around the tent are like ghosts roaming around haunted houses.

When the hands of the watch point to 4:15. Gustav heard a series of muffled cannon sounds on the distant horizon, a series of flaming meteorites raining down from the sky. Whistling and falling in front of you.

At the sound of the explosion, he felt the ground tremble as if thousands of horses were galloping, and then he saw that the gray-white smoke and billowing dust flooded everything, whether it was a haunted house or a ghost, it was reduced to ashes.

While watching the shelling landscape, Gustav did not forget to pick up the sapper shovel and slash it down as a tomahawk, cutting the telephone lines around him with a spade.

The shelling came and went as fast as it came, and only a five-round rapid fire was fired before the firing stopped.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Gustav waved his hand and personally attacked with five riflemen.

The other squads also launched an attack silently, and there were no gunshots or shouts on the battlefield, only figures running rapidly.

Gustav quickly rushed over a distance of more than one hundred and fifty meters and led his men to the location where the tent once existed.

A little fire flickered in the crater, and it was the broken canvas of the tent burning.

There were corpses with missing arms and legs, and parts of instruments that I couldn't tell it were.

The only piece of equipment that was still intact was a rocker telephone, lying quietly in the crater, with a telephone line more than a meter long connected to it, and it was this telephone line that exposed the location of its owner and brought disaster to its owner.

Crossing these craters, Gustav saw seven or eight Soviet soldiers in front, some of them were lifting up the Makqin heavy machine gun that had fallen on the ground, and more were taking care of their comrades who were wounded in the shelling, and they did not notice the German troops rushing from behind.

After the emergency stop, Gustav picked up the STG42 assault rifle and put it on his waist, swept the Soviet troops in front of him twice, knocking them down in a pool of blood.

Gustav's gunfire opened the gates of hell, and the charging ranks burst into a burst of gunfire, and the rain of bullets from assault rifles and semi-automatic rifles swept into the back of the Soviet troops.

The remnants of the Soviet infantry battalion headquarters dodged the shelling, but did not escape the bullets behind them, and in the blink of an eye they were knocked down in pieces and followed their comrades to meet Comrade Lenin.

The Germans were followed by Soviet artillery.

Due to the nature of the weapons and the operational needs, Soviet mortars and anti-tank guns were placed behind the trenches to prevent them from exposing themselves too early, only to be bloodied in an attack from behind.

The Soviet gunners were first killed and wounded by a sudden artillery fire, and in a dizzy moment, they were suddenly attacked from behind, and they were knocked to the ground without time to react.

All I heard was a sneering sound, like the sound of a tarpaulin being torn.

It was the characteristic roar of the MG-42's ultra-high rate of fire, and the rows of bullets flew like a terrifying hacksaw towards the Soviet gunners, either by the waist, from the shoulders to the ribs, or to the chest, and countless Soviet gunners screamed and broke in two and fell to the ground.

Gustav glanced in horror at a Soviet soldier who had been interrupted by the waist, lying on the ground with his upper body lying on the ground, trembling and howling.

Kindly raising his assault rifle, Gustav shot the Soviet soldier in the head, ending his suffering, and then stepped over the body of the Soviet soldier and continued to the east.

With the cooperation of the MG-42 machine guns, the charging team quickly eliminated the Soviet gunners and rushed to the Soviet infantry positions in the front.

The Soviet infantry had already reacted from the initial shock and hurriedly turned their guns behind them.

However, they underestimated the strength of the three Type 42 brothers, and a company of scouts equipped with STG-42, G-42 and MG-42 was able to hit the firepower of a battalion.

Gustav stopped, got down on one knee, raised his assault rifle and fired at his shoulder, and the edge of a foxhole in front of him was dusty, and two Soviet infantrymen hid in it.

A rifleman rushed to the side of the foxhole with a tacit understanding, raised his hand and threw an M24 grenade, which first let out a scream, and then burst into a cloud of gunsmoke.

The other four riflemen worked in pairs and took turns firing at the opposing Soviet positions, blocking the Soviets in trenches and foxholes and preventing them from raising their heads, before being killed by grenades falling from the sky.

Without waiting for the Soviet infantry to figure out a way to deal with the enemy from behind, in front of them, the 501st Heavy Armored Battalion dispatched a company of E-40 tanks to guide two companies of armored infantry to attack.

From the mysterious enemy behind, as well as the armored cluster rumbling from the front of the position, the Soviet infantry battalion stationed here was flanked from both sides, and suddenly fell into unprecedented chaos.

Most of the anti-tank gunners were killed by bullets from behind, and the remaining Soviet soldiers had to rely on anti-tank rifles to fend off German tanks from the front.

Ignoring the armor-piercing bullets fired by the anti-tank guns, the E-40 tank stopped and stopped, relying on solid armor to block the Soviet bullets, and then used bullets and shells to pull out one fire point after another, clearing the road to the Soviet position, and guiding the armored vehicle behind it to a distance of more than 200 meters in front of the Soviet position.

The armored infantry jumped out of the armored vehicles and rushed to the Soviet trenches along the road crushed by the E-40 tanks and armored vehicles, sweeping away the Soviet troops hiding in the trenches.

In less than half an hour, the infantry battalion guarding the entrance to the city and the riverside wilderness, southeast of the city of Buzeu, collapsed.

After meeting up with their comrades from the front and greeting each other, Gustav and his men ended the pain of walking on two legs, jumped into an SDKFZ251 armored vehicle that had been specially reserved for them, and drove west with the E-40 tank company.

Behind them, more infantry followed on foot behind the armored clusters and poured into the wilderness between the city of Buzeu and the banks of the river.

To the south of the wilderness, in the southeastern part of the city of Buzeu, a steady stream of gunfire rang out.

At dawn on 2 June, Hitler's Youth Division launched a general assault on the city of Buzeu. (To be continued......)