"Lie down." Morcharin shouted and threw himself to the ground, but it was too late.

The shot that killed Anton was just a signal, a signal that opened the door to kill.

In the dense gunfire, countless bullets flew from the side, cutting countless bullet holes in the trunk of the birch tree and piercing countless bloody holes in the flesh and blood of the Morchalimban soldiers.

With countless bushes and leaves splashed into the sky, the Soviet soldiers were knocked to the ground one by one wailing, and after the gunfire stopped, only the dying sound of the seriously wounded remained in the woods.

Captain Winter, with a platoon of his men, formed a half-moon formation, carefully walked to the place where Morcharimban was traversed, and counted them one by one.

"Here are nine people, plus that." Captain Winter pointed to Anton's corpse in the distance and said, "Ten people in total, what are ten people?" A class of Russians should also be eleven people, right? Did someone escape? ”

Friedrich said: "There are only ten people, I have counted, no one has missed the net, all here." ”

Looking down at Morcharin, who was twitching on the ground, Captain Winter had a look of annoyance on his face.

Although he could easily kill these enemies, the gunfire in the woods could not be hidden, and he and his subordinates might have been exposed to the Russians outside the woods by the gunfire just now.

When Captain Winter and his men were the first to spot Morcharinban, he hesitated for a while to decide whether to shoot or not.

If you don't shoot, this small detachment of the Soviet army will go down the river, and you will soon find the Germans crossing the river.

Until a Soviet patrol spotted the Germans crossing the river, a Soviet soldier turned and ran to the rear. Captain Winter dispelled his concerns. Decisive first shot.

If exposed. had to change from a sneak attack to a strong attack, and Captain Winter made up his mind.

"Is this guy laughing?" Victor said, pointing to Morcharin, who was lying on his back.

"You must be mistaken, he's about to die, how can he really be laughing?" Friedrich said in surprise.

Captain Winter walked up to Morcharin and saw three bullet holes in his chest, blood gushing out. The grass-green military uniform was dyed red.

It was this person who gave the order just now, his injuries were very serious, and he obviously couldn't survive, but the corners of his mouth curled up in an obvious arc, and his eyes were full of smiles, as long as he wasn't blind, he could see that he was laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Captain Winter asked, puzzled.

Morcharin didn't say a word, just laughed until his brown eyes lost their lifeless sparkle forever.

"Russians may have different brains than we do, but this is the first time I've seen someone who laughs a lot before he dies." Victor shook his head in confusion. Said to Friedrich.

"I think he's saying that the gunfire we just fired has revealed our position. The enemy's army soon returned to encircle us, killing us one by one, to avenge him and his men. Friedrich said.

Captain Winter glanced coldly at his brother, and continued: "Make sure all the Russians are dead, don't play dead, remember to take their weapons." ”

When Captain Winter's unit set off again, his men had an extra Degalev light machine gun, two submachine guns, four SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles and three Mosin Nagant rifles.

"The Russians are really messy with their weapons, they are equipped with four guns in one squad." Friedrich said.

"Russia can't use common sense." Victor let out a rare sentence full of deep emotion.

"Cheer up, don't get distracted. We've been exposed, and maybe there are Russians in front of us ambushing us. If you don't want what happened to the Russians to happen to us, don't be careless. Captain Winter growled.

Seeing that Captain Winter was angry, the two hurriedly stopped chatting and continued to march with the large army intently, but their eyes were more cautious than before the gunshots rang out

Squatting under the thick birch tree, Andreevich held an "important document" in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand.

Andreevich took two puffs of the cigarette into his mouth and pressed the end out on the ground.

Rubbing his refreshing abdomen, he picked up important documents and carefully cleaned his buttocks.

"Bang" A crisp gunshot sounded, Andreevich's body shook involuntarily, and his right hand was hanging over the broken tissue paper.

Gunshots, and very close.

Andreevich turned his head to look in the direction where the patrol had disappeared, but was blocked by trees and bushes and saw nothing.

At this moment, a barrage of gunshots rang out, echoing through the dark woods.

Something must have happened, and under the effect of nervousness, Andreevich's fair face turned red.

After hastily cleaning up his personal hygiene, Andreevich threw away his paper, picked up his rifle leaning against the trunk of a tree, stood up and ran in the direction where the shots rang out.

The moment he took the step, a tingling pain came from the soles of his feet, and Andrivich almost fell to the ground with his legs limp.

He held a rifle in his left hand and a birch trunk in his right hand so that he did not fall to the ground.

Andreevich clenched his white teeth, his features twisted into a ball, and tears almost flowed out of his eyes.

At this critical moment, the legs turned out to be numb, and they were still two legs, and the squatting pit actually squatted out of this sequelae.

With a rifle turned into a crutch, Andrivich limped in the direction of the gunshot, but quickly fell headlong into the bushes.

The gunfire had long since stopped, and the woods had become quiet again, and he could clearly hear the faint sound of speech coming from deep in the woods.

Andreevich made a careful discernment, and it was not Russian or Lithuanian in the distance.

Thinking of the gunfire that rang out just now, Andreevich was like falling into an ice cellar, cold from his head to the soles of his feet.

German devils. It must have been the German devils who crossed the river.

Frightened. Young Andreevich felt the tingling in his leg disappear instantly.

The squad leader of Morcharin, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Drunkard Ivanov, Scud Anton, are they all dead?

Damn the Germans, those gunshots just now must have been the Germans killing their own comrades.

Thinking of the comrades-in-arms who had been together day and night being killed by the Germans, Andreevich felt a surge of blood rush to his head.

There was only one thought in his mind, to avenge his comrades.

Bending his elbows, Andreevich slowly climbed to the edge of a birch tree and picked up the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand. Point in the direction the sound came from.

It wasn't long before he saw a figure in the distance.

The Germans, there are so many of them, at least one platoon.

Every time a German is seen, Andreevich's courage decreases by a point.

His fingers moved back and forth over the rifle's handguard and trigger until the figure of the German became clearer and clearer.

For the sake of the old squad leader, for the sake of Ivanov, for the sake of Anton, for the sake of all the comrades who died, Andreevich roared with vengeance in his heart. Pull the trigger hard.

"Bang", the crisp sound of gunfire shook Andreevich's ears buzzing.

I saw a figure in front of me fall to the ground. Andreevich jumped to his feet satisfied, turned around and ran towards the road he had come from, bypassing one tree after another along the way.

Andrivich had barely left the birch tree where he was hiding, and a string of bullets landed where he had fired.

Chasing the figure that was running in an S-shaped line, Captain Winter fired two spot shots, both of which missed.

Seeing the figure disappear from sight, the other Scouts stopped shooting and assumed a vigilant posture.

Friedrich fell to his knees on one knee and pressed Victor's thigh and shouted: "Sanitary soldiers, there are wounded here." ”

Holding the root of his bleeding thigh, Victor gritted his teeth and said, "That son of a bitch, he actually beat me with a black gun." ”

The health soldier ran to Victor's side, pulled his hand away, examined himself for a while, and said, "Great, it was a penetrating wound, and it didn't hit the artery." You should be glad that if the muzzle of that Ivan is a little more to the right, you won't be able to be a man in the future. ”

"You mean, I'm going to thank the guy who shot the black gun for his mercy?" Victor said.

The meditator quickly bandaged Victor's wounds, and then said to Captain Winter: "Victor is not fit to remain on the battlefield and must be evacuated." ”

Captain Winter nodded silently, took out a pen and paper, wrote a battle report, and handed it to Friedrich.

"You have two tasks, one is to send Victor back to the place of departure, and the other is to give this battle report to Major Koch, and then bring his reply to me."

Seeing Friedrich away, Captain Winter shouted: "Everyone stop advancing and build a defensive line on the spot." ”

In the village of Vasd, after listening to the telegram read by the communications staff, Colonel Fedorov snorted coldly and said: "The Germans really couldn't help but send people to smuggle across the Neman River, everything was expected by me." The 5th Motorized Rifle Regiment was ordered to send a battalion and let the fleeing private lead the way to kill the Germans who were smuggling across the river. ”

The communications staff officer turned around and was about to leave, when Fedorov suddenly stopped him.

After thinking carefully, Fedorov suddenly picked up the phone on the table and dialed the regimental headquarters of the 5th Motorized Rifle Regiment.

After succinctly recounting the military information that the Germans had smuggled across the river, Fedorov said in an unquestionable tone: "From the time the private fled back, to the time I received the telegram, to the entry of your troops into the forest. During this time, I think that the enemy will have two reactions, one is to flee back to the other bank, and the other is that during this time, more German soldiers have crossed the river and have already established positions in the forest. To be on the safe side, I order you to lead the whole regiment and take that private to the forest to encircle and suppress the Germans, and you must destroy all the Germans who smuggled across the river. ”

In the forest, Captain Winter and his superior, Major Koch, chose the second reaction that Fedorov called it.

Seeing the fleeing Russian "black spear" soldier, Captain Winter knew that his troops had been completely exposed.

After receiving Captain Winter's report, Major Koch's first reaction was to speed up the crossing of the river and get as many troops across the river as possible before the Soviet counterattack.

Knowing that Captain Winter's 2nd Company had established a bridgehead on the other side of the river, the main force of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion and the 1st Battalion of the 6th Motorized Rifle Regiment rushed to the river, lowered their rubber boats, and rowed frantically across the river.

The 5th Motorized Rifle Regiment was not slow, and a convoy of hundreds of Gass trucks drove mightily onto the road east of the forest.

Amid the roars of the officers, the Soviet infantry quickly jumped out of the truck compartment, assembled on the road, and then rushed into the forest with the officers.

In the southern part of the forest, Andreevich was at the front, followed by at least one battalion of troops, in a straggler formation, along the banks of the river to search for the place where the battle was taking place.

Although more than an hour had passed, the hatred of the Germans made Andreevich remember every detail of the patrol vividly.

Stopping under a birch tree with a thick bowl mouth, Andreevich sniffed, choked up and said to the major beside him: "It was here that I broke up with my comrades in the class, but I didn't expect it to be a farewell." ”

The major patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly: "We will avenge the fallen comrades, the Germans must pay the price for their evil deeds." ”

"Tell the comrades that we are not far from the Germans and tell them to search carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, the major heard a strange sneer, like the sound of an oilcloth being torn.

Two Soviet soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

Two men were swept into four pieces by the deadly bullet, and one corporal who had been shot was not dead, his upper body lying on the ground spasming and trembling, his eyes fixed on the major.

Unable to pity the tenacious corporal, the major threw himself to the ground and looked in the direction of the gunshot.

At this time, the gunfire in the forest was already ringing out, and there was a sudden ambush, and the Soviet soldiers were swept to the ground one by one, and the surviving soldiers also fell to the ground in panic.

Under the trunks, in the bushes, behind the dirt slopes, there were German firing points everywhere.

After carefully observing the situation of the battlefield for a while, the major crawled forward, climbed behind a dirt slope, and looked across again, only to see countless tree trunks and patches of bushes, and the smoke rising from the bushes from time to time.

The major was very experienced in carefully discerning the density of gunfire on the opposite side and came to a striking judgment that the Germans on the opposite side were at least two to three companies.

A herald was sent to transmit the military information to the rear, and the major quickly climbed to the side of his next company commander and asked him to lead the attack.

The company commander had no choice but to jump out of the hidden bushes and shout: "Comrades, attack, take out those German devils, Ula." ”

After speaking, he used one tree trunk after another as cover and took the lead in rushing towards the German position.

Captain Winter looked at the green figures flashing in front of him, and sighed softly in his heart, I knew this would be the result, and then raised the STG42 assault rifle in his hand and aimed at the Soviet troops rushing on the opposite side. (To be continued......)