Located three kilometres northwest of the town of Sarne, the village of Dubuqi has fewer than 30 households and is surrounded by forests to the north and west. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The road that runs from the town of Sarne passes through the village of Dubuč, through the forest, and continues north to Dubrovica, 30 kilometres to the north.

Convoys of goods traveled between the towns of Dubrovica and Sarne, with large numbers of wounded being transferred to the town of Sarne and tons of military supplies being sent to the town of Dubrovica, which was at the forefront of the fighting.

In the early morning of 23 August, in the forest on the west side of Dubuqi Village, a column of troops marched through dense woods and shrubs, led by Captain Kahn, commander of the third company of the granite squad (battalion-level unit) of the 101st Special Air Service Regiment.

A procession of nearly 200 people marched through the forest, the rustle of tree branches against military uniforms, and the clanging sound of water bottles and grenade pouches.

The team of nearly 200 people, no one spoke, not even coughed, like a team of ghosts.

Captain Karn walked in the middle of the line, his right cheek twitching, his standard expression when he thought.

With each twitch, a four-centimeter-long scar on Captain Karn's right cheek throbbed, looking like a centipede crawling on his face, making his otherwise handsome face look particularly hideous.

Captain Karn walked a few briskly steps to the front of the line and found a platoon of Lieutenant Barak.

"When we get to the place, remember to follow the plan we agreed before, can we solve the battle in half an hour?"

"Twenty minutes at most." Lieutenant Barak said.

"Okay, twenty minutes." Captain Karn said.

After about five minutes, the team reached the edge of the forest.

Captain Kahn turned back and gave an order, which was quickly whispered through the ranks, and the marching column immediately dispersed to the edge of the forest, leaving only a platoon and company members led by Lieutenant Barak to remain with Captain Karn.

Captain Karn looked at his watch, turned to Lieutenant Barak and said, "It's five o'clock, five o'clock, fifteen minutes, I'll wait for your good news in twenty minutes." ”

Lieutenant Barak nodded silently, then waved to his men.

For three minutes, a platoon of machine gunners had plenty of time to set up their machine guns at the edge of the forest, and the mortars also set up their gun mounts.

At exactly 5:15 a.m., Lieutenant Barak personally led a platoon of infantry out of the forest, lay down in a meadow knee-high, and quietly approached the village of Dubuqi in a creeping manner.

The edge of the forest was less than a hundred meters from the nearest house in the village, and Captain Karn soon saw four or five figures emerge from the grass and stick to the walls of the house.

Soon, more and more soldiers came out of the grass and under the cover of houses and courtyard walls, they reached into the still sleeping village of Dubuqi.

When the watch was about to reach 5:32, Captain Karn saw a soldier run out of the village of Dubuqi and head straight in his direction.

"Report, we have checked the villages, and we have found no Soviet troops, only villagers."

"Very good, I know, you can go back." Captain Karn said.

The platoon led by Lieutenant Barak became the master of the village of Dubuqi, and the forest where Captain Karn was was once again fell into an eerie silence.

After waiting patiently for about half an hour, Captain Kahn saw a convoy in the town of Sarne.

A convoy of 10 Gaz trucks swaggered towards the village of Dubuqi, a distance of three kilometers.

When a truck at the front of the convoy drove less than 100 meters from the entrance of the village, a man wearing tattered shoulders and a chest-length beard suddenly rushed to the road at the entrance of the village, shouting hoarsely at the convoy: "Don't come, there are Germans here, don't come, there are Germans here・・・・・・

It seemed that he didn't hear what the man was shouting, and in the cab of the first car of the convoy, the driver poked his head out and shouted to the man suspiciously: "What did you say? Dad. ”

The gunfire answered the driver instead of the bearded man, and a series of gunshots rang out, leaving a few more bloody holes in the beard's back, and one staggered to the ground, convulsed a few times and never moved again.

More than a dozen white smoke billed from the windows of houses on both sides of the road, behind the bushes.

There was an eerie sound in the driver's ears, like the sound of tearing an oilcloth, followed by the sound of the window glass cracking.

Seconds later, behind the cobweb-shaped windowglass, the heads of the driver and co-pilot were slumped into their seats with bullet-pierced heads, and the cockpit was filled with splattered red and white liquid and the pungent smell of blood.

In less than two minutes, all ten Gass trucks were paralyzed on the road by a storm of bullets.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting・・・・・・" Lieutenant Barak shouted, and the gunfire quickly subsided.

Looking at the four or five Soviet soldiers behind the convoy who were fleeing like mad dogs in the direction of Sarne, Lieutenant Barak waved to his subordinates, and the troops withdrew to the village.

A moment later, Lieutenant Barak heard the shouts of his subordinates echoing from within the village.

Soon, the villagers of Dubuqi village were driven out of their homes and ran in the direction of the town of Sarne, crying and crying.

After more than half an hour of patient waiting, Lieutenant Barak, who was squatting on the roof of a private house, finally saw the scene he was looking forward to.

In the town of Sarne, a marching brigade poured out of Hulala, and when all the men and men poured out of Sarne, Lieutenant Barak estimated that this force had at least two companies.

Barak put away his binoculars, rubbed his scarred right cheek, and slid neatly down the ladder to the ground.

Halfway through, the Soviet infantry scattered into the meadows on both sides of the road.

When the Soviet skirmishers reached about 500 meters from the village, the Soviets set up machine guns and mortars on some high slopes of the meadow.

A company of Soviet infantry discharged three lines of skirmishers and pressed mightily towards the village of Dubuqi.

It wasn't until the nearest Soviet army approached the edge of the village that it was only seventy or eighty meters away, and the dead village suddenly burst into violation.

Mortars and machine guns rang out, and the Soviet infantry who rushed to the front were instantly swept away, and the howls of death and the groans of the wounded were heard immediately.

The surviving Soviet infantry lay down, scrambling to find shelter, wielding all kinds of weapons in their hands to shoot at the Germans in the village.

The victory of the Soviet army was due to the large number of people, and the victory of the German army was that there were houses that could be used as covers, and the battle between the two sides was in a state of stalemate for a while.

Among the Soviet troops who did not participate in the battle, a major officer gave a few words to a herald behind him, and soon, the Soviet company on standby split into two halves, and about two platoons of Soviet troops were on the west side of the road, trotting towards the west of Dubuqi village.

The major officer lit a cigarette and watched the two platoons of troops outflank Du Buqi Village, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

When this force returned to its position and was attacked from both sides, the German army in the village of Dubuqi would collapse in ten minutes.

From the soldiers who fled back from the convoy and the villagers of Dubuqi village who were driven away, the Soviet major had already learned that the German troops in the village were only a few dozen people, and they had an absolute numerical superiority.

The Major's telescope kept going back and forth between the village of Du Buqi and the roundabout detachment, and seeing that the roundabout detachment was about to rush into the woods on the west side of the village of Du Buqi, the major saw in the telescope a terrifying scene that he would never forget.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in the forest, and the Soviet infantry in the roundabout detachment fell down with convulsions as if they had been electrocuted, and the dense ranks were instantly reduced by half, and the remaining soldiers turned around and fled.

The binoculars in the Major's hand stared at the edge of the forest, and saw white smoke faintly rising from the forest.

The Major's hands trembled incessantly.

The insidious, cunning, despicable Germans turned out to be ambushed in the forest.

"It's vile, it's shameless."

The major couldn't help but scold, he knew very well that he had been deceived by false news, and the Germans here were certainly not just a few dozen.

After cursing his own enemy, the major grabbed the first lieutenant officer to flee.

"How many Germans are there in the woods?"

"I don't know, their fire is very strong, and our people were crushed in an instant."

"Don't talk nonsense, Comrade Ilyich." The Major looked at the battlefield again at this time and saw signs of collapse in the main attack of the troops in the south.

The reason was very simple, the Germans in the forest on the west side turned their guns and formed a crossfire with the Germans in the village, which pressed the attacking Soviet troops to no avail.

"Retreat, retreat, let them retreat." The major shouted frantically.

Ten seconds later, a herald turned around and drove towards the town of Sarne on an M-72 military sidecar.

The confidence in the Major's eyes had long since vanished, replaced by anger and suspicion.

How many Germans are hiding in the forest?

After waiting patiently for nearly half an hour, the herald's sidebike returned to him.

"Reinforcements will arrive soon, with two companies, four armored vehicles and a lot of artillery."

Two companies of infantry, armed with four 120-mm mortars and two 76.2-mm infantry guns, rushed to the direction where the major was.

When the troops arrived, the major was pleasantly surprised to find that there were still two trucks in the ranks, loaded with four companies of anti-aircraft machine guns.

"Comrade Regiment Commander orders you that the fascists in the woods must be eliminated as soon as possible and the safety of the highway must be protected."

The Major immediately made arrangements, and two 76.2-mm guns were pointed at the village of Dubuqi, and 120-mm mortars were used to support the attack on the woods.

One company of infantry attacked the village of Dubuqi from the south, while four BA-10 armored vehicles guided another company to attack the woods on the west side of the village, occupying the woods, and then flanking the German forces in the village.

The major dispatched his troops and once again kicked off the battle.

Four 120-mm mortars poured shells into the woods, and four BA-10 armored vehicles guided a company of infantry into the woods at a rapid pace.

Perhaps suppressed by heavy fire from 120-mm mortars, there was no resistance in the woods.

Seeing a company of infantry smoothly rushing into the woods, the major stomped his foot fiercely, expressing his excitement with movements.

"The Germans in the village fled." The herald shouted.

The major hurriedly turned his binoculars to the village of Dubuqi, and saw that another company of infantry had rushed into the village, and the backs of several fleeing German infantry flashed in the village.

"Pursue, keep pursuing, be sure to destroy them." The major shouted viciously.

The heralds galloped away, and the major saw the infantry attacking the village receiving orders to chase them into the forest.

The Major, armed with infantry and heavy weapons that served as reserves, marched into the village of Dubuqi, only to hear the sound of gunfire like bursting beans in the woods.

"There are a lot of Germans hiding in the woods, and we need reinforcements." A dusty infantryman ran into the village and shouted to the major.

"How many?"

"Not as many as us, but their firepower is very strong, and the company commander asked me to ask for support."

After hesitating for a while, the major drew two platoons of troops into the forest and joined the ranks of encirclement and suppression.

When the battle in the village of Dubuqi was in full swing, on the west side of the town of Sarne, at the northernmost end of a vast expanse of forest immediately adjacent to the town of Sarne, the commander of the 101st Special Air Service Regiment, Colonel Koch, rode on the shoulders of a tall and sturdy soldier, and the telescope in his hand looked at the village of Dubuqi, where black smoke was rising three kilometers away.

"The fish has been hooked, it's up to us to see below, let the mortars prepare."

After Colonel Koch finished speaking, he motioned for the soldiers under him to let him down.

Five or six minutes later, Colonel Koch saw a black spot appear in the northern sky, and again picked up his telescope and looked north.

Soon Colonel Koch put down his binoculars and shouted: "Fire smoke grenades." ”

After a few muffled thuds, several clouds of green smoke rose from the town of Sarne, adjacent to the forest, and the emerald green leaves of the trees vied against each other.

Green smoke had just shrouded over the town, and a group of planes in the distance pounced like hungry wolves.

The characteristic screeching sound of Stuka diving covered the town of Sarne, and a rumbling explosion followed.

Despite hiding in the forest, Colonel Koch could still feel the power of the bombshell, and the ground trembled slightly beneath his feet.

In the village of Dubuqi, the Soviet major stared at the town of Sarne, which was in a sea of fire, in a state of fire.

"Everyone, hidden, hidden, do not attract the attention of the Luftwaffe."

A few minutes later, the major saw several Soviet fighters that appeared to be passing nearby flying into the battlefield, mingling with the escort fighters of the German fleet.

After another fifteen minutes or so, the German bombers dropped their bombs one after another, staggering and flew away from the battlefield, leaving only the town of Sarne shrouded in black smoke.

Glancing back at the woods behind him in the midst of a fierce battle, and then at the town of Sarne in the distance, the Major suddenly felt that he was in a dilemma, and after hesitating for a while, the Major decided to continue with his mission.

In the forest on the west side of the town of Sarne, Colonel Koch sensed the departure of the bomber group and waved his hand to his side, and a shrill whistle instantly sounded in the forest.

A battalion of soldiers belonging to the Black Iron Squad instantly burst out of the forest and broke into the chaotic town of Sarne, bringing even more chaos to the town・・・・・・

Your Excellency the Governor's tactic called fishing law enforcement is quite effective.

Colonel Koch thought with his arms crossed. (To be continued.) )