Captain Nietzsche's performance was as good as ever, changing places with each shot, and with each change of place, he was farther away from the line of fire.

Sure enough, when all the stars in the sky receded, they were replaced by a swarm of planes in the sky.

After holding back all night, the air forces of the Soviet Union and Germany hurried to the battlefield and released all the fire in their stomachs to the enemy.

As soon as the two sides met, the fighters became a mess.

Amid the terrible screams of Stuka dive bombers, the bridge over the Agron River was destroyed by aerial bombs on the bridge that Soviet engineers had painstakingly built with sandbags.

The ME-110 fighter plane dived again and again, and pulled up again and again, and the dense guns and shells swept across the surface of the Agron River, adding countless souls to the river of pain, and the Soviet infantry could no longer go back and forth between the banks of the Agron River unscrupulously, even the tanks made of steel became cautious when crossing the river.

A series of shrill whistles sounded from the north and south flanks of the Agron, interspersed with the shouts of numerous SS officers.

In the streets controlled by the soldiers of the Führer's Regiment, countless soldiers in green one-piece combat uniforms hurried through the streets and alleys to the banks of the Agron River.

The paratroopers, who had been trimmed all night, reappeared on the battlefield as the main force of the counteroffensive.

In the midst of the paratroopers, the Grizzly assault gun shook its bulky body and followed the paratroopers into the battlefield.

In the street battle mode, of course, the huge figures of these house demolition weapons are indispensable.

Amid the thunderous sound of 150-mm howitzers, the buildings occupied by the Soviets were reduced to rubble one after another.

Green smoke bombs drifted one after another in the Soviet-controlled city, and Stuka swooped down in the sky, 50 kilograms, 500 kilograms, and various types of aerial bombs ・・・・・・ accurately landed on the Soviet troops, thrilling screams and mushroom clouds of different sizes, and countless buildings were reduced to ashes along with the Soviet troops inside. All that was left was a crater.

Alone next to a half-story building, Captain Nietzsche stared in horror at the clouds of smoke that burst out around him.

As a veteran who followed Chen Dao to the north and south and witnessed countless battle scenes, he clearly knew the power of the various house demolition weapons that the German army invested in street battles at this time.

From the 75-mm gun on the three-assault gun to the 40-mm gun on the E-88 tank, from the short-barreled 105 howitzer on the three-hour assault howitzer to the 150-mm howitzer on the Grizzly heavy assault gun. All kinds of violent demolition tools are enough to meet all kinds of violent needs in street fighting.

Thinking of his old friend, Captain Nobel, Captain Nietzsche felt a chill running down his spine.

His old friend, Captain Nobel, once said that each Goliath remote-controlled tank could contain between 50 and 100 kilograms of ******** in its body, and that only one was enough to restore any two- or three-story house commonly found in Europe to a state of parts.

In the blue sky overhead, there are even more perverted aerial bombs that will fall overhead at any moment, and for him, death is everywhere.

Hurriedly ran up to the second floor of the building to observe the battlefield situation. Captain Nietzsche found that the Soviet troops at the front seemed to be already showing signs of rout.

The swaggering Soviet tanks no longer advanced, but hid in the rubble and resisted.

Farther ahead, there seemed to be an E-40 tank looming, and there was more than one.

Captain Nietzsche was observing the battlefield and looking for a route to escape, when the corner of his eye suddenly swept to the northern part of the city.

More than a dozen orange-yellow flames rose into the sky, each with a long black smoke trailing behind each of them.

A powerful noise followed Captain Nietzsche's ears. Like the crook of a cow, or like a Stuka dive bomber diving. A battle horn blown by a Jericho sounder.

Hearing the familiar whistling sound of rockets, seeing the brilliant tail flames of rockets, and seeing the arcs of rocket tail flames in the air, Captain Nietzsche turned around and rushed downstairs, plunged into a drainage ditch, and covered his ears. Keep your head down.

Almost as soon as he completed the action, a firestorm swept through his area.

Rubble and shrapnel flew together, blood and flames were the same color, and countless Soviet infantry, who had no time to dodge, fell to their deaths in the storm of flames that fell from the sky.

Waves of heat and wind blew through Captain Nietzsche's erect neck. Captain Nietzsche felt his hairs and hair almost set on fire.

A mass of red, green, and black objects flew into the gutter, crashed into the concrete wall of the gutter, and bounced back in front of Captain Nietzsche's eyes.

The red ones are blood, the black ones are leather boots, and the green ones are military trousers.

Wrapped in red, black and green is a broken thigh.

Seeing the broken thigh, Captain Nietzsche had a name in his heart, Nobel, it must have been done by that guy Nobel.

The salvo just now is clearly the scene of the salvo of the "Land Stuka".

Remembering the direction in which the rockets were coming from, Captain Nietzsche quickly sketched out the situation on the battlefield in his mind.

The Soviet troops in the center had been cleared, and the soldiers of the Führer's regiment were starting from the middle and attacking the flanks of the Soviet troops on the north and south flanks.

While Captain Nietzsche was guessing the situation, in the direction of the rockets, Captain Nobel stood next to three land Stuka rocket launchers, his dusty face, his facial features already twisted into a ball, adding a bit of hideousness to his young face.

Following the large army and destroying four buildings with pure violence, Captain Nobel's armored car rushed to the woods where Captain Nietzsche crossed the river and set off.

The woods were already on fire, and Captain Nobel, ignoring the scorching heat of the flames, made a detour to the woods and looked across the Agron River.

On the river, on the broken bridge, and in the bushes on the opposite bank, there were corpses everywhere.

Soon, Captain Nobel saw nearly 100 corpses in yellow-brown and green camouflage uniforms on the side of the bushes on the opposite bank.

In front of the bushes, two of the three buildings occupied by Captain Nietzsche were completely destroyed, and only half of the remaining one stood on the bank of the river.

All dead, they turned out to be all dead, no one survived, and there were no wounded.

With the brutality and barbarism of the Russians. Even the wounded will be killed.

Captain Nobel was utterly enraged by the pain of losing an old friend.

Turning around and running back to the armored car, after shouting over the radio, the three "Land Stuka" crossed the streets and quickly arrived at the meeting place agreed by Captain Nobel, and then roared with anger from Captain Nobel. Facing the Soviet positions to the south, the first volley was fired.

Captain Nobel's mind was occupied with anger and sadness, and he didn't know how much his actions had troubled his old friend, and he just stood next to the three "Land Stuka" rocket launchers, loudly urging the artillerymen to quickly reload the rocket launchers.

"Kill all those vile Slavs, and leave not one behind." Captain Nobel was like an angry lion, roaring incessantly.

In the distant gutter, Captain Nietzsche poked his head out and looked around anxiously. Soon he found the target he was looking for, a soldier whose right leg had been severed by shrapnel and who was rolling and wailing on the ground with his wounds.

Carrying the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle to his back, Captain Nietzsche jumped out of the gutter and ran towards the soldier like a flyer, grabbed the soldier by the collar and belt, carried him on his shoulder, turned around and ran towards the river.

Soviet soldiers and officers met along the way. Most of them just glanced at him, and no one stopped them.

When approaching the river. Captain Nietzsche saw a medic with a red cross sprayed on his steel helmet running in front of him.

The medic stopped Captain Nietzsche and shouted: "The river is blocked by Germany, we can't cross, you ・・・・・・ first"

Before he could finish his sentence, Captain Nietzsche had already run past him. Rushed straight to the riverbank, leaving only the medic standing in a daze.

Rushing to the bank of the river, Captain Nietzsche had to stop.

Two ME-110 fighters swept over the Agron River at an altitude of less than 100 meters, causing a strong wind to blow up on the surface and sides of the river.

Machine guns and cannons swept rows of white water across the river, like mini-fountains.

Half of the two dozen soldiers who were crossing the river fell in an instant. Large expanses of dark red blood flowers floated on the surface of the river, and they looked particularly shocking.

At this moment, the medic chased Captain Nietzsche, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him to the ruins of a building by the river.

Running to the ruins, Captain Nietzsche was surprised to find that there was a row of steps leading to the ground, and there was obviously a basement underneath.

The medic shouted into the basement, and soon two soldiers rushed out of the basement, carrying a stretcher on which a wounded man with his head covered in bandages and only one eye exposed.

Amid the shouts of the medics, two Soviet soldiers rushed to the river on stretchers, taking advantage of the gap that the German planes had just left to rush across the Agron River.

The medic took out a stretcher from the basement and motioned to Captain Nietzsche to put the wounded on the stretcher.

Captain Nietzsche obediently threw the wounded onto a stretcher, and then, under the surprised gaze of the medics, turned around and ran to the front.

Along the way, passing every building that was not completely in ruins, Captain Nietzsche took a closer look at the basement to hide.

After searching two houses in a row, Captain Nietzsche did not fail to find the entrance to the basement, but found that the entrance to the basement was buried by a pile of rubble and could not be entered at all.

After a brief look at the four or five remaining buildings in front of him, Captain Nietzsche ran towards a relatively intact two-story building of earthy brown.

As soon as he ran downstairs to the second floor, Captain Nietzsche suddenly heard a familiar whistling sound in his ears.

Damn rockets, it's coming again!

Nobel didn't have time to think and blame Captain Nobel for more time, and threw himself on the ground.

Almost at the same time that Captain Nietzsche was lying down, another wave of rockets full of Captain Nobel's anger fell to the ground.

Rockets, incendiary bombs.

The smoke and dust from the explosion, the waves of air from the rockets.

Flying debris and shrapnel turned the rocket-covered area into a forbidden area for life.

Captain Nietzsche's desperate survival maneuver allowed him to avoid shrapnel, but he did not avoid the shockwave from the ground from the invisible killer.

Lying on the ground, Captain Nietzsche felt his internal organs churn, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes were once again replaced by the scurrying Venus and the boundless darkness.

After the explosion, Captain Nietzsche did not stand up, not even the strength to move, until a pair of strong arms pulled him up.

The strong arms supported the frail Captain Nietzsche, and the two staggered into the house next to them that had survived.

After walking a dozen steps, Captain Nietzsche was helped into a basement.

Captain Nietzsche raised his head with difficulty, swept through the basement, and saw two Soviet soldiers standing in front of him, supported by a Soviet captain.

Skimming through the deepest corners of the basement, Captain Nietzsche saw what appeared to be two German corpses in camouflage uniforms lying there.

Holding Captain Nietzsche to sit with his back against the wall, Captain Waski whispered to the two remaining men: "This guy is so lucky that he was not killed by the German rockets, I hope it will bring us a little luck." ”

"Comrade Company Commander, how long are we going to hide here?" A private of the first class asked.

"Wait a little longer, wait for me to observe the situation, wait for the Germans to come closer to us, so that we will have enough reason to retreat. If we had fled back to the other side of the river at this time and were caught by the NKVD, we would have been shot as deserters or sent to a death camp. ”

After Captain Waski finished speaking, he bowed his head to Captain Nietzsche and said, "Comrade, what is your name?" ”

Captain Nietzsche just leaned against the wall, bowed his head and pretended to be unconscious.

"Give him some water to drink, make sure he stays alive, and take him with us when we cross the river, so that if we encounter cross-examination by people from the NKVD, we can also say that we are escorting the wounded." Captain Waski said.

The two soldiers suddenly came to their senses, hurriedly took out the water bottle on their waists and handed it to Captain Nietzsche's mouth, feeding Captain Nietzsche little by little.

From time to time, Captain Waski left the basement and ran up to the second floor to check on the battle to the west.

However, to his surprise, a unit from the north was the first to break through the Soviet defense line and reach the east of his house.

Seeing that there were E-40 tanks and armored vehicles among the troops that seemed to have fallen from the sky and cut off their retreat, Captain Waski instantly lost all hope for survival.

Through the ventilation window in the basement, the two soldiers also sensed their danger.

"The Germans are coming, we are surrounded, what should we do? Comrade Company Commander. ”

The screams of the two soldiers echoed through the basement.

"Surrender, and do not put up fearless resistance." Captain Waski said.

During the long wait, Captain Waski heard the gunshots getting closer and closer, until they rang almost in his ears.

After a burst of heavy footsteps, four or five sturdy figures rushed into the basement.

Captain Wasky and two of his men hurriedly raised their hands.

The German soldiers in the basement first searched the weapons of the three people, and then searched the body of Captain Nietzsche, who was in a semi-unconscious state, and after confirming that the four were not in danger, an SS sergeant led by them motioned for the four to leave the basement.

Captain Waski leaned over and another soldier to pick up Captain Nietzsche and slowly walked to the basement door.

Suddenly, the SS sergeant turned his head to look deeper into the basement and his eyes fell on the corpses of two German soldiers.

His face changed, and the SS sergeant pointed to the corpses of his two comrades, and quickly said a few words to the soldiers beside him.

Two SS soldiers immediately stopped in front of Captain Waski and pushed them to the wall and stood side by side.

The SS soldier at the head took out the pistol at his waist, loaded the bullet, and then walked up to the Soviet soldier on the far right, raised his hand and put the pistol against the soldier's head.

There was a crisp gunshot, and the wall behind the soldier's head was stained with a red and white liquid, and the corpse fell to the ground.

Turning to Captain Waski, who was shivering, the SS soldier raised his hand and pointed at Captain Waski.

Captain Waski closed his eyes in agony, waiting for the final moment, but he did not hear the gunshots.

Curiously opening his eyes, Captain Waski saw that the SS sergeant opposite him was holding his gun up, but there was an extra hand on his forehead, and that hand was still holding an officer's ID card in front of his forehead.

The muzzle of the SS sergeant's gun was pressed against the card.

"Stop, don't shoot."

Captain Waski heard a German phrase ringing in his ears. (To be continued.) )