After stripping the military shirts from the three corpses and comparing them with his own, Captain Nietzsche chose the largest of them.

Changing into a new military uniform, taking off a Soviet-style steel helmet and buckling it on his head, he transformed into a Soviet soldier of the first class.

After rearming himself, Captain Nietzsche stood against the wall by the window, through which he observed the battle of the Soviet troops on the banks of the river.

The Soviets destroyed three houses occupied by the Germans on the riverside, and gradually approached the riverbank.

The German soldiers who had crossed the river with them were making a final resistance, relying on the slopes of the river bank and the bushes on the embankment road.

At this time, the Soviet troops on the left and right flanks had already discovered this lone army that had broken through to the east bank of the Agron River, and launched an attack from the left and right flanks to the center, flanking the German troops on the bank of the river.

Caught in the flanks on three sides, the courage of the German detachments supported them in an unparalleled feat, facing the enemy infantry and tanks rushing to their side, they stubbornly fought the enemy in the final battle, and then in front of an overwhelming number of enemies, they were shot, the flesh was blurred by the tank shelling, they were punched, kicked and beaten to death by the Soviet infantry, or they were stabbed to death with bayonets.

The stubborn resistance of this infantry detachment successfully delayed the crossing of the Soviet troops in the middle of the Agron River, and bought precious time for the comrades behind them to regroup their positions.

Standing by the window, watching the heroic sacrifice of his comrades on the riverbank, Captain Nietzsche felt the same way, and every bullet and every blow on his comrades' bodies seemed to hit him.

Captain Nietzsche was subjected to unbearable torture in his heart, and if he had not proposed the operation himself, if he had not smuggled them across the Agron River with him. among them. At least two-thirds of them will survive this battle.

Agron River. It's really a river of pain, for yourself, and soon after, for the Russians.

Captain Nietzsche squinted his eyes and carefully searched for targets in the crowd on the banks of the river, and soon several figures caught his attention.

After annihilating the Germans on the river, Pinkovsky took the guards with him. Hurried to the river, in the dim light, the heralds managed to find Captain Vasky and Captain Chaadaev.

Pointing to the battlefield on the left and right, Pinkovsky said: "See, the friendly army has broken into the enemy's city, we have just arrived at the river, our progress is too far behind, take your men, speed up the progress, and quickly cross the river." Engage in street fighting. Put pressure on the enemy on the opposite side and cover the flanks of our allies. ”

After Captain Vasky and Captain Chadaev received the order. Hurried back to lead their men, hurriedly jumped off the riverbank, waded waist-deep across the Agron River, and joined the street fighting.

After seeing the remaining 100 people in the battalion cross the river, Pinkovsky stood by the river, leaned against a willow tree, and took out his binoculars to observe the movement on the opposite bank.

Pinkovsky stood by the river and watched the battlefield, but the people who observed the battlefield watched him from the upper floor behind him.

With the help of the light emitted by the flares, Captain Nietzsche quickly locked his murderous gaze on Pinkowski.

The man had a telescope in his hand, and he must have been an officer, and he was an important target he was looking for.

Turning to stand behind the window and raising his left foot on the windowsill, Captain Nietzsche picked up his STG42 assault rifle and pointed the muzzle at the five figures by the river.

With a crisp burst of gunfire, bright flames burst out of the window, and Captain Nietzsche saw that the Soviet officer with the binoculars was clutching his chest, hugging the willow tree beside him, and sliding limply on the ground.

The four Soviet soldiers standing on the Soviet officer did not escape the sniper from behind, and their bodies lay on the banks of the Agron River.

After killing the first group of targets, Captain Nietzsche once again hid behind the wall by the window, holding his breath and listening to the movement outside.

After about a minute, there was no movement from behind the house, indicating that his actions were not noticed.

Captain Nietzsche relieved himself and quickly searched for a second group of targets worthy of fire.

The banks of the river were full of people and running Soviet troops, both reinforcements from the rear and wounded from across the river.

Captain Nietzsche's gaze swept over several groups of wounded who had withdrawn from across the river, and after a short pause he spared these unsuspecting lambs and sniped the medics and the wounded, which was not his own doing.

Soon, Captain Nietzsche found a new target, and on the broken bridge, a bunch of figures who were clearly sappers were working hard.

Seeing the large construction equipment unloaded from the vehicle next to them, as well as the tank resting on the river bank behind them, Captain Nietzsche did not hesitate to raise his assault rifle to them.

Soon, Captain Nietzsche put down his assault rifle, leaned it against the wall, and picked up the trophy on the floor, the Diggalev light machine gun.

Placing the bipod of the light machine gun on the windowsill and the butt against his shoulder, Captain Nietzsche aimed at the Soviet sappers working on the bridge deck and pulled the trigger.

The bullet full of Nietzsche's anger rushed out of the muzzle, spun across the night sky, and burrowed into the body of the Soviet sappers on the bridge, instantly causing a bloody storm on the bridge deck.

The sappers were hit unexpectedly, and one by one they fell to the ground with convulsions like electric shocks, and the sappers who were standing at the break of the bridge fell into the river from the break, and their mouths let out amazing screams.

The two Gass trucks transporting the bridging equipment did not escape Captain Nietzsche's wrath, and first rained bullets into the cab, making a thump, the sound of the tin bucket being slammed, the door was instantly smashed into a sieve, and the driver's blood was sprayed in the cab.

Confirming that there were no living people on the bridge, Captain Nietzsche turned his gun and pointed his gun at the surface of the Agron River, where a group of infantrymen who had just arrived at the battlefield were wading across the river.

Aiming at the backs of the unsuspecting Soviet infantry, Captain Nietzsche poured bullets as much as he could, and the muzzle swept across the river, and the Soviet infantry crossing the river screamed and fell into the river, and the river was instantly filled with dead bodies.

Having emptied the cartridges of the Dzeggalev light machine gun, Captain Nietzsche picked up the assault rifle leaning against the wall and fired as many shots as he could until he ran out of bullets in the magazine.

After venting his anger fiercely, Captain Nietzsche threw away the assault rifle. Replace the Deggarev light machine gun with a new cartridge disc. Carry the ammo pack with the reload. Turn and rush out the door.

The staircase broke, there was no road, and Captain Nietzsche had to throw the light machine gun down the stairs first, followed by the ammunition pack.

Grabbing the edge of the broken floor, Captain Nietzsche jumped to the first floor, picked up the light machine gun and ammunition pack on the ground, and after Captain Nietzsche looked at the movement in the street, he plunged through the street. Run to the south.

Soon after Captain Nietzsche left, a group of Soviet infantry rushed into the building where he had been hiding, and after climbing up the second floor with great difficulty, they saw only the dead bodies of their comrades and bullet casings everywhere.

Search the nearby buildings and streets, they found nothing but the legitimate Soviet troops running swaggering through the streets, and the killer who was hiding in the dark has disappeared into the buildings in the dark night.

Struggling to weave through rubble and rubble, Captain Nietzsche picked out blind spots that could not be illuminated by flares, and soon found a new sniper platform. Another two-story building near the riverbank.

Swaggering behind a group of infantry to the river, as he approached the two-story building. Captain Nietzsche dodged and rushed through the door.

There was no one on the first floor, and Captain Nietzsche rushed to the top of the stairs and ran to the second floor, where the gunfire was deafening.

Following the sound of gunfire, Captain Nietzsche easily found the source of the gunfire in a room near the river.

Next to the window was a desk, on which stood a Maxim heavy machine gun, three Soviet machine gunners stood behind the machine gun, one shooting, one standing on the right side of the machine gun dragging the bullet chain to feed the machine gun ammunition, and one standing on the left side of the machine gun, holding a telescope to look across the Agron River, guiding the shooter to the target. Behind the trio, there was also a man standing on the floor, bending over to sort out the bullet boxes on the ground full of chains.

Seeing a pair of leather boots appear in front of him, the Soviet soldier who was sorting out the ammunition box at the door raised his head vigilantly, and saw that standing in front of him was a "man of his own" carrying a Deggalev light machine gun, so he relaxed and smiled and muttered Russian to the "comrade-in-arms" standing at the door.

His voice caught the attention of the three machine gunners next to him, who looked back at Captain Nietzsche one after another.

The machine gunner and ammunition supplier ignored Captain Nietzsche, turned their heads and continued to shoot at the opposite bank, and the leader of the machine gun team with the telescope waved his arms and shouted at Captain Nietzsche a few times, and then turned around and continued to direct the battle with concentration.

Captain Nietzsche could not understand the other party's shouting, but he could guess what the other person meant, carrying a machine gun in his right hand, spreading his left hand and shrugging his shoulders, Captain Nietzsche turned and exited the room, turned and went into a nearby room.

Seeing Captain Nietzsche leaving, the Soviet machine-gun crew did not suspect it and continued to fight, and the second floor was filled with the noise of machine gun fire and the clanging of bullet casings on the floor.

While the machine gun crew was immersed in the excitement of battle, the soldier, who had seen Captain Nietzsche first, heard a thud under his feet.

Looking down at the floor, the soldier saw a grenade dripping at his feet, white smoke billowing from the end of his handle.

The facial features of the soldier's face were twisted and twisted together.

The sound of a violent explosion replaced the sound of machine-gun fire, and a loud bang erupted into the room, sending waves of air and smoke rushing out of windows and doors.

When the smoke cleared from the room, Nietzsche Captain Shi Shiran walked out of the next room and looked at the three dead bodies and a seriously wounded man on the ground.

After a long sigh, Captain Nietzsche pulled out the bayonet that straddled his waist and crouched down.

Ten seconds later, Captain Nietzsche wiped the blood from the bayonet on the military uniform of the corpse, stuffed it back into the scabbard at his waist, stood up, pushed away the heavy machine gun on the desk, and mounted the Zeggalev light machine gun on it.

After a brief look at the situation on the riverbank, Captain Nietzsche pointed his gun to the right, where a Soviet mortar group was firing.

Just as he was about to open fire, Captain Nietzsche suddenly lowered his light machine gun and looked at the river bank with a frown.

A KV-1 tank drilled out of the street, drove unscrupulously to the river, stopped by the embankment and fired at the German positions on the opposite bank.

The commander's upper body was hugging the outside of the car, holding a telescope to observe the movement on the opposite bank, and with the captain's shouts, the turret of the KV-1 tank kept turning, spraying blazing flames.

After a little hesitation, Captain Nietzsche put down the light machine gun in his hand, turned around and picked up a "heart and liver" rifle that had fallen on the floor, and after adjusting the ruler slightly, he raised the rifle against his shoulder, closed one eye, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the Soviet commander who was dancing.

Aiming at the target, Captain Nietzsche held his breath and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, the commander's body shook violently as if he had been hit with a hammer, and then fell to the turret.

Pulling the bolt and reloading the rifle in his hand, Captain Nietzsche hid in the dark room, quietly watching the KV-1 tank move.

Sure enough, as he had envisioned, the other hatch of the tank's turret, and the hatch for the entry and exit of the framers, were opened, and four tankers came out one after another, and they picked up the body of the commander and lowered it on the grass behind the tank body.

Standing around the body of the commander, the four tankmen seemed to be in silent mourning, as if they were arguing over something, everything was under the watchful eye of Captain Nietzsche.

Hiding in the dark, waiting for another wave of Soviet infantry to rush down the river bank and jump into the water, Captain Nietzsche once again picked up the light machine gun on the table and aimed it at the unsuspecting Soviet tankers in the tail of the KV-1 tank.

In less than ten seconds, a sharp rain of bullets fell on the four tankmen, whose bodies fell to the ground, following their commanders.

Killing the Soviet tank crew, Captain Nietzsche quickly turned his gun to the right side of the tank, which happened to collide with the sight of a Soviet mortar gunner.

The mortar driver was the first to notice the tragedy near the tank and looked in disbelief at the window of Captain Nietzsche's room.

The first thing he saw was a figure hidden in the darkness, then the muzzle of a black hole, and finally the blinding flames of a machine gun.

Before the mortar could scream, the bullet had passed through his chest, knocking him down in a pool of blood.

The muzzle of Captain Nietzsche's gun turned, swept over the mortar, and turned the other two gunners into undead.

After doing all this, Captain Nietzsche coughed violently, the corners of his mouth flowed bright blood, and endured physical discomfort, Captain Nietzsche continued to operate the machine gun and shot a rain of bullets at the back of the Soviet troops who were storming the German positions on the other side of the river, as ruthless as death harvesting the lives of mortals.

After draining all four rounds of ammunition on his body, Captain Nietzsche turned his gaze to the Maxim heavy machine gun on the sidelines.

Moving back to the bulky Maxim heavy machine gun, Captain Nietzsche chained the machine gun and was about to open fire, when he suddenly turned his head to look at his feet.

A grenade emitting white smoke appeared at his feet at some point.

Captain Nietzsche felt his hair stand almost on end, reflexively raised his foot and kicked the grenade out of the room, then rushed behind the wall next to the door.

A loud bang came from outside the door.

Having escaped a catastrophe, Captain Nietzsche's heart still hangs.

Oops, it was discovered by the Russians. (To be continued.) )