Southwest of the town of Karisfka, Captain Jurgen von Heinrich, the commander of the 9th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 3rd Motor Infantry Regiment, held his slightly bulging lower abdomen and felt the heat flowing from his lower abdomen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After days of fighting, Captain Heinrich and his subordinates barely fed the food, and many times, they could only eat some bread and sausages with cold water to satisfy their hunger, and it was a luxury to be able to drink a cup of hot coffee.

Rommel's battle group came too quickly, and before many of the townspeople of Karisforka could escape, the cooking squad borrowed tools from the townspeople's homes and delivered a rare hot meal to Heinrich and his men.

Captain Heinrich clutched his stomach and felt the heat spread from his stomach to his whole body, and his whole body was warm.

Look at the watch, five o'clock sharp, listen to the sound in the distance, the main forces of the battle group should have exchanged fire with the Russians, and those dull "thunders" should be the sound of wild bee self-propelled howitzers firing.

Captain Heinrich saw that after eating a hot meal, his subordinates were in good spirits.

After only a few days of being cut off behind enemy lines, Captain Heinrich felt that the most obvious gain was that he and his men had lost weight, and that the belt had to be buttoned up to the third eye, but now it had to be buckled to the fourth.

Greeting his men along the way, Captain Heinrich walked to the intersection of the town to check if the sentry had been slack.

Before Captain Heinrich could greet the sentry, the sentry soldier turned his face and craned his neck to look at the road west of the town.

Heinrich also looked to the west curiously.

A convoy of motorcycles, dragging yellow dust, was rapidly approaching the town of Karisfoka.

With the help of a telescope, Heinrich quickly saw the identity of the other party.

"Don't be nervous, it's our people."

The motorcycle team rushed through the entrance of the town, and on a BMW motorcycle, a lieutenant shouted: "Prepare for battle, there are Russians coming." ”

With a shout, the convoy flashed past Heinrich.

Receiving a warning, Heinrich hurried into the town and loudly ordered the soldiers of the Ninth Company to enter combat positions.

With the arrival of the scouts, the town, which was originally quiet and peaceful, instantly fell into a panic.

To the east of the town, in Rommel's temporary headquarters.

"At least twenty tanks, more than fifty trucks, indicating that their infantry is in at least two battalions. There are also artillery and armored vehicles, and the number of enemies is very strong relative to us. How many anti-tank weapons do we have? Rommel asked.

"Three PAK40 anti-tank guns, five tank destroyers No. 4. The enemy is strong, and I advise you to get out of here and come back after we have repelled the enemy's attack. Colonel Resettu said.

"Mr. Colonel, my adjutant and I are two people, plus the orderlies can make up enough for a squad, I think one more squad of troops will be easier to defeat the Russians on the other side, what do you think?" Rommel asked.

Colonel Resettu instantly felt a sharp toothache, and the style and language art of the admiral in front of him were indeed not acceptable to ordinary people.

Colonel Resettu secretly scolded himself, but Rommel's next words overjoyed him.

"But the enemy is very strong, and we should send some reinforcements back."

"We should bring back a company of ・・・・・・tank No. 4," Resetu hurriedly suggested.

"It's enough to transfer an infantry squad back."

Rommel's words were like an invisible punch to Colonel Resettu's chin, and Colonel Resetu felt dizzy and almost fainted.

Is this Rommel General in front of him from another world? This is not the way of thinking that earthlings should have.

Rommel didn't wait for Resettu to react, and then said: "Let me bring the matter of gathering reinforcements, now, tell me, how do you plan to configure those anti-tank guns and the No. 4 Tan destroyer?" ”

Pointing to the map, Colonel Resetu said: "The enemy will definitely take advantage of the superiority in strength and attack from a wide front. The whole town, from the southwest to the northwest, will be the enemy's attack point, and if the enemy has more troops, they may completely surround us. I would deploy the tank guns to the west of the town, which should be the enemy's main attack. ”

"If you follow your method, the enemy will soon be able to reach my residence." Rommel said.

Colonel Resettu's face flushed instantly.

"Follow my method, and I will bear all the consequences." Rommel pointed to the map and said his tactics.

After talking about his tactics, Rommel said: "Colonel, we don't have time to argue, let's carry it out." ”

In the southwest corner of the town of Karisforca, Captain Heinrich kept calling for his subordinates to occupy buildings on the edge of the town, only to be interrupted by the sound of truck horns.

Captain Heinrich walked to the side of the road, gave way to the truck behind him, and continued to arrange fire points for his subordinates.

"Keep your ears pricked up, and if you hear the Russians have cannons, remember to take shelter in the basement."

Before his shouting subsided, he saw a Mercedes truck, dragging a PAK40 anti-tank gun, drove past his eyes and drove along the road to the north of the town.

"What does this mean? Not a single anti-tank gun left for us? Is it to test the anti-tank technology of our infantry? Lester, a soldier beside him, complained.

"Don't complain, let them prepare tank killers and iron fists, and prepare a few for me too." Captain Heinrich said calmly.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Captain Heinrich finally waited for the arrival of the Russian army.

On the dirt road to the west, a cloud of black and yellow smoke rose.

The black is the smoke from the tank's diesel engine, and the yellow is the smoke and dust raised by the convoy at high speed.

The Russian convoy came to a halt in the distance, the tanks left the road and drove into the fields, and the infantry jumped out of the gas trucks and gathered in groups on the side of the road.

Behind the window on the second floor of a small two-story building on the edge of town, Captain Heinrich watched every move of the Soviet army and was very alarmed.

The enemy on the opposite side turned out to have KV-1 tanks, as well as T-34 tanks, which looked like there were nearly thirty of them.

Looking at the distribution of the opponent's troops, it is obvious that the southwest corner of the town where he is located is the enemy's main direction of attack.

Only about a dozen tanks and about 200 infantry drove north, as if to outflank the west and northwest of the town in a roundabout way.

He and his men had to face about twenty tanks and at least two companies of infantry without anti-tank guns and tank destroyers No. 4.

"You go and tell the company commander that the enemy's main direction of attack is ours." Captain Heinrich shouted to Rest.

No sooner had Lester left than Captain Heinrich's face changed dramatically, and he turned around and ran out of the room, rushing downstairs and into the basement.

Invisible to Captain Heinrich, twenty-two 122-mm howitzers, raised their muzzles, were raining shells on the southwest corner of the town of Karisforca, on a makeshift artillery position.

The sound of a thunderous explosion immediately resounded in the town.

The ground trembled, fragile houses were shattered, and almost a third of the town was shrouded in smoke and dust.

Captain Heinrich and three other soldiers, holding guns, sat on the floor of the basement.

Opposite them, are the owners of the house, a couple in their thirties, and two twin boys of seven or eight years old.

A family of four, with four German soldiers, eight pairs of eyes looked at each other, no one spoke, feeling the tremor of the earth and the fierce shelling together.

Unlike Captain Heinrich, who could only be beaten passively, the northwest of the town was a different story.

On Rommel's orders, all three PAK40 anti-tank guns and five No. 4 tank destroyers gathered here to give a warm welcome to the Soviet troops from the northwest.

The PAK40 anti-tank gun crouched behind the bushes, and the tank destroyer No. 4, barely two meters tall, hid on the side of the house, using it to hide its fragile side armor.

Placing the Soviet tanks within a distance of 500 meters, in the northwest of the silent town, suddenly there was a loud burst of artillery.

PAK40 and Tank No. 4 opened fire one after another, and in the first salvo, five T-34 tanks were destroyed, and the black smoke emitted from the wreckage echoed the smoke created by Soviet artillery in the town.

The gunners of the No. 4 tank destroyer and the anti-tank gun opened fire one after another, accurately smashing armor-piercing shells into the Soviet tanks.

Twelve T-34 tanks, forever parked in the path of the charge, leaving only the infantry behind them, under the fire of machine guns and mortars, continued to launch a fearless charge.

To the southwest of the town, it's a different story.

To the south of the building where Captain Heinrich was hiding, outside the battlefield, there were two more armored vehicles and a group of German soldiers wearing M35 steel helmets.

These soldiers were the same reinforcements that Rommel had recruited, and they set up rangefinders and scissor binoculars at a safe distance.

Summoned by this group of observation posts from artillery, the Wild Bee self-propelled howitzers of the artillery battalion fired a barrage of shells at the charging Soviet troops.

The Soviet infantry clusters soon tasted the pain of the German troops in the town.

The Soviet infantry, which was slow to react, was covered with flesh and blood under the heavy shelling, and the blood moistened the earth.

The infantry, who had narrowly escaped the first round of shelling, fell to the ground, endured the shock of the shock wave, and kept praying that the shells would not fall too close to them.

The well-armoured tanks, which were less threatened by artillery, threw down two tanks that were unfortunately damaged by shells, and the nearly twenty tanks that survived, still stubbornly charged until they reached the edge of the town.

Seeing that the tanks were about to storm the town, the Soviet artillery ceased fire in time and turned the target to other directions in the town.

As a veteran, Heinrich instantly felt the diversion of the shelling.

"Let's go." Captain Heinrich picked up his gun and was the first to rush out of the basement.

Outside the basement, the two-story building has long been unrecognizable, and the south-facing side has a hole from the second floor to the first floor.

Too late to appreciate the violent aesthetics of the Soviet army, Captain Heinrich and three of his men rushed out of the building and hid in the street.

Seeing that the Soviet tanks were about to storm the town, Captain Heinrich nodded to the soldiers behind him, and two of the three soldiers took out the iron fist anti-tank bazookas.

The moment he turned his head, Heinrich suddenly saw a corpse lying on the side of the street more than ten meters behind him.

The corpse lay on its back on the pavement, red blood pouring from its abdomen, soaking the uniform and large swaths of the ground.

With just one glance, Heinrich recognized the man's identity as Rest.

Anger instantly occupied Heinrich's mind, overpowering any other emotion.

Carrying his assault rifle backwards, Heinrich snatched an iron fist and held it in his hand.

In a short time, Soviet tanks drove the last mile, stormed the streets of the town, or overwhelmed the bushes on the edge of the town, and broke into the open space between the houses.

Squatting next to the house and waiting for a KV=1 tank to drive past the street, Captain Heinrich raised the bazooka, turned on the sight, aimed it at the rear of the KV-1 through the hole in the sight, and then pulled the trigger.

The flames erupted down the breech of the launch tube and down the door into the first floor of the building, sending out large clouds of dust.

The blunt round warhead flew towards the rear of the KV-1 and exploded.

Almost in the blink of an eye, another iron fist struck the back of the turret, opening a scorching hole in the turret.

The KV-1 tank drove a few meters and stopped on the street.

"Their infantry was intercepted by our artillery, and our good fortune came." A soldier monitoring the rear of the tank shouted excitedly.

Heinrich looked out of the town, and sure enough, he saw that there was a lot of artillery fire outside the town, and the Soviet tanks entering the town were also empty.

"Without infantry cover, they're finished." As he spoke, Heinrich rushed into the house, opened the ammunition box in the corner of the first floor, took out two iron fists and handed them to his men.

Leaving two soldiers to spy on the Soviet infantry outside the town, Captain Heinrich rushed out of the room with another subordinate.

Soon, a T-34 caught the attention of Captain Heinrich.

The T-34 tank, as if noticing that the infantry behind it was not keeping up, hung up reverse gear, and was in a hurry to withdraw from the town.

The narrow view from the turret, with towering houses and bushes in the town, provided Captain Heinrich with an excellent setting for an ambush.

Rounding back to the left of the T-34 and aiming at the white number 25 on the turret of the tank, Captain Heinrich pulled the trigger of the iron fist, and the warhead flew less than twenty meters away, hitting the left side of the turret and hitting the left front of the tank body.

In the midst of the fire, the T-34 tank came to a halt.

Holding an assault rifle, rushing to the body of the T-34 and carefully turning to the left front of the hull, Heinrich saw the tank driver's hatch with the viewing hole exposed in front of his eyes.

With his left leg on the foredeck of the tank, Captain Heinrich shoved the muzzle of the gun into the observation hole, pulled the trigger, turned the muzzle, and swept back and forth in the cabin before retracting the smoking muzzle.

Looking back at the town, there were German infantry and hunting Soviet tanks everywhere.

Heinrich said: "Let's go, go and see their infantry." ”

Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, four T-34 tanks fled from the town in a hurry and drove out of the town.

Behind them, two tank destroyers rushed to support.

The 75-mm armor-piercing shells caught up with the fleeing T-34s, opening bullet holes behind their turrets and in the tail of the chassis, allowing them to meet their dead comrades・・・・・・

To the east of the town of Karesfoka, Rommel received a report of victory, buckled his military cap to his head, and walked out of the basement with his adjutant.

At the edge of a farmhouse, Rommel found Colonel Resettu.

Looking at Colonel Resetu with admiration in his eyes, Rommel smiled and said, "Mr. Colonel, find me some prisoners, I want to know where this unit came from?" ”

Before Resetu could answer, their eyes suddenly turned to the sky.

"It's Il-2, be careful." Resettu said and pounced on Rommel.

An Il-2 flew over the town, dropping bombs and then firing wildly over Rommel's head.

The bomb was far away, and the power of the explosion did not affect Rommel and the others, but the fierce rain of bullets swept over the place where Rommel and the others were standing.

Rommel stood up unharmed, only to see Colonel Resettu being helped up, and his trousers were stained red with blood on his right calf.

Sending Colonel Resetu to the makeshift hospital, Rommel whipped the dust off his body and said to Helmut: "Go, bring me a few prisoners." (To be continued.) )