"Fire!" Just when the Russians were about to rush over, several submachine gunners from the Czechs' array pulled the trigger at the last ten meters, the 50-round drum rotated rapidly, and the bullet casings flew out of the bomb throwing port happily, and the dense bullet rain instantly made the Russians' front a lot thinner. The blood donation shot out by the pen www.biquge.info instantly stained the uniforms of both sides red, and this stimulated the fighting spirit of the Czechs even more, and before the opponent's back row could react, rifles with bayonets had already stabbed through.

With the sound of bayonets entering the flesh, and the roars and groans of the remnants, the bloodiest battle finally began, a Czech, after severing the artery in his opponent's neck, before he could remember to turn around, a cavalry knife pierced him from behind, the Czech's mouth opened as if to call his companion, but he could only utter incoherent characters after all, and finally he laboriously pulled the grenade in his hand, and after a ball of fire, he and a small circle of people around him turned into a mass of minced meat.

The explosion cleared a field, and a road leading behind the line of defense temporarily appeared in front of the Russians, more than a dozen Russian soldiers shouted and wanted to rush over, but the three Czechs who killed from the side extinguished the hope of the Russians with two submachine guns, and at a distance of less than ten meters, both sides fired unscrupulously, and in just a few seconds, no one survived, and a corpse lay on the ground. Then a new fight unfolded on these corpses.

The Czechs were better armed and better organized, and under the cover of riflemen, submachine gunners and semi-automatic riflemen could reload and shoot more calmly, and they used a specialized melee bullet with a lower muzzle velocity and a softer bullet that would not penetrate several people.

The momentum of the Russian attack was curbed. The battle had entered the hands of the Czechs, and waves of Russians rushed up, then turned into corpses, and then rushed up again, and then into corpses. However, the sudden sound of artillery on the battlefield changed the whole situation abruptly!

A series of 3-inch rapid-fire artillery shells swept a short section of the battlefield in an instant, and the Russians frantically advanced the 3-inch rapid-fire guns to a distance of 800 meters from the battle line, and the 4 rapid-fire guns were frantically tilting to death at a rate of 6 rounds per minute. Like four oversized shotguns, the dense shrapnel wiped the soldiers from the ground in pieces, and the flying steel balls emptied the battlefield in an instant like a moving steel wall!

"Kill those rapid-fire guns!" The four 75mm guns, which had been concealed for a long time, immediately launched a counterattack, and within the direct range of the guns, the first exposed side had no way to live, which is why Baron Merlin kept changing the position of the artillery, and only opened fire in this battle.

The quickly adjusted muzzle was pointed at the Russian artillery positions that were firing in the distance. In the course of a minute's rapid firing, Baron Merlin's gun crew fired eight shells, the hot shell casings exited from the tail of the cannon, and before they landed, another shell was loaded, followed by a few more locks. The ultra-high rate of fire caused the barrel temperature to skyrocket, so much so that the gun crew had to reduce the rate of fire.

The continuous explosions instantly covered the target. The Russians' artillery crews survived for less than 8 minutes, and the gaps that had been torn open by the opponents began to close, and the reserves that arrived later blocked the Russian charge, but how could the Russians' long-planned offensive be so easily defused? While rapid-fire guns hunted each other, 107mm cannons and 122mm howitzers, which had a longer range, began to clear the front of targets.

The Czechs' defenses had run out of gas, and when three of the four rapid-fire guns on the flanks had been knocked out, the entire line was even more crumbling. And just when the defense line was about to be breached, the roar of machinery from the rear changed the situation on the battlefield!

Guided by a company of cricket tanks, a battalion of Bavarian infantry rushed to the battlefield from the rear. When the terrifying steel monster appeared in front of the Russians again, the Russian soldiers, who had reached the limit of their spirits, instantly collapsed, and the dense 2-pounder shells and large-caliber machine guns ruthlessly swept across the entire battlefield. There is nothing more terrifying than the blood and brains of their comrades splashing their faces, and the flying flesh and vehicles like the gods of war have completely deprived the Russians of the will to resist. Those who didn't die even gave up on escaping. He tossed his weapon aside, and then let the Czechs, who were far fewer than them, drive aside.

"That's it." Baron Merlin looked at the retreating Russians as if his body had been hollowed out and died, and he numbly stepped aside, now he just wanted to find a place to smoke a cigarette and relax. Then gather the troops, their battle is over. The rest is up to someone else.

"Let's try this." A cut cigar was delivered to Baron Merlin.

"Who are you?" Baron Merlin felt that the man in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't remember who it was. "Hello, sir." After seeing the rank of general on the other party's shoulder, Baron Merlin immediately stood up and saluted.

"Do you want it, young man?" The visitor pointed to a cricket tank parked next to it and said.

"Of course I think, if we had this thing, we would have killed a lot of people." Baron Merlin said.

"Only a true warrior deserves such equipment, and he is our pride, not only in Bavaria but also in Bohemia and Moravia. Prepare to pack up, lads, a wonderful holiday awaits you, as well as an intense training and change of clothes, from now on you are no longer infantry. The visitor patted the other party's shoulder in a friendly manner and said.

"We'll see you in 2 weeks." Before leaving, the man left a box of cigars and a piece of cardboard with the baron, "This is a special card, don't treat your brother badly." ”

"Send a telegram to the prince, the 5th and 3rd Infantry Regiment of Bohemia has successfully held its position, it is a seed army with potential, and it can be promoted." Before boarding his own command car, Major General Eric said to his subordinates next to him.

Major General Eric is a new generation of generals, a new generation of generals born almost with the Bavarian armored forces, but unlike Panzer Mike and others, he has received systematic military training, so the starting point is higher. Unlike the average full-time armored commander, Major General Eric also had some attainments in infantry tactics and artillery, so he directly took over an assault division.

Originally, as a division commander, he didn't have to go to the battlefield in person, but this time the encirclement network was too long, and his assault division was dismantled into battle groups to plug leaks everywhere. And Baron Merlin's regiment was the most tenacious and best-performing unit in the last two days, with a good fighting spirit and relatively flexible fighting.

The prince was going to promote some people from the Czech army, so Eric didn't mind helping them out at this time. "If it's faster, maybe we can catch up with the offensive from the north." Eric said in his heart.

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