While Krivoshin was annoyed by the delay of the 55th Tank Division in arriving at the battlefield, Fliyulov and his lieutenant fled in confusion in the Dubrovno encirclement.

Rushing out of the cornfield, the two men fled to the southeast shortly before they had to turn around and flee back.

The battle situation was as Vliyulov judged, the 503rd Heavy Armored Battalion and the Governor's Guard of Chen Dao, the two units formed an iron pincer and fiercely pinned towards the town of Stennis.

Under the attack of the two armored forces, the town of Stannis was like a hazelnut that fell into the iron pincers, and was instantly crushed to pieces.

Occupying the town of Stonis, the iron pincers were closed, the main forces of the 50th Tank Division and the 219th Motorized Division under the 25th Mechanized Corps of the Soviet Union were surrounded, and the 9th Panzer Division and the Guard Flag Division of the German Army immediately began to compress the encirclement.

In the sky, the Luftwaffe Army fired flares one after another, and on the ground, the electric chains of tracer bullets and the flames of the muzzles of the guns were intertwined, preventing the flares from taking away the limelight.

The defeated Soviet tanks found that the retreat was cut off, and immediately formed a battle formation to force a breakthrough, but was met by the 503rd Heavy Battalion.

With the help of flares, the E-40 tank hid in the rubble of the town of Stennis and the powerful 88 guns mercilessly hunted down the Soviet tanks that rushed at them.

The road was cut off, and the surviving Soviet infantry and surviving tanks turned to the surrounding fields, trying to find loopholes in the encirclement to escape, only to see encirclement from all sides.

250/251 series armored vehicles. Light Bobcat tanks and BMW cross-fighting motorcycles all joined the search for the Soviet rout, and any infantry who dared to resist and resist capture was strafed by machine guns and 20mm machine guns.

MG42 machine gun at an ultra-high rate of fire. The Soviet infantry swept by the rain of bullets were either waist-high or chest-high and cut off at the waist, and the unlucky eggs swept by the 20-mm machine guns were even more bloody and fleshy, bursting out of bloody holes on their bodies.

This is not a battle, but a light and pleasant slaughter.

Fliyulov, with his adjutant, witnessed the slaughter after slaughter on the run, and the beastly wails of the dying wounded echoed in his ears. Staggering under his feet, kicking a mutilated corpse from time to time.

With a firm belief in survival, the two of them plunged headlong into the cornfield where they had been hiding earlier.

Didn't wait for a sigh of relief. Fliyulov was surprised to find that there was an extra group of neighbors in their hideout.

Looking at these frightened and disheveled infantry in front of him, Fliyulov suddenly felt discouraged, judging by the current situation. There is no hope of a breakout. Killed in battle or captured, you can only choose one of the two answers.

A low curse caught Flyyulov's attention.

"Damn, someone is here again, there are so many of them running here, we will be exposed."

It was his adjutant who was scolding, and following the adjutant's gaze, Fliyulov looked out of the cornfield, where the black pressed a group of twenty or thirty routs scrambled to be the first. Rush at them at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Behind those "speed runners", there were about two armored vehicles chasing them.

Oops. If you go on like this, you're bound to be exposed, damn bastards, Fliyulov cursed in his heart.

Before the curse could disappear in his mind, Fliyulov's mouth opened wide and a sentence erupted.

"Lie down, lie down."

As he shouted, he plunged headlong to the ground.

Two "electric whips" were waved from the front of the two pursuing armored vehicles, and all humanoid objects that stood in the way of the electric whip were knocked to the ground, and the electric whip cut through the fleeing crowd and inevitably swept across the cornfield.

Beep beep, countless corn stalks were cut off by the "electric whip" and fell on the top of Fliyulov's head and body, the Soviet soldiers hiding in the cornfield heard Fliyulov's shout, most of them dodged the deadly strafing in time, only a few unresponsive unlucky eggs were tragically "whipped" by the Germans, and the corpses were lying in the cornfield, and the bloody gas emitted by the dead corpses made the atmosphere in the cornfield even more depressing.

Looking at the two armored vehicles approaching outside the cornfield, and the dozen or so figures following behind the armored vehicles, Fliyulov turned around and prepared to move deeper into the cornfield.

Many people around him also sensed the danger and made the same moves as Fliyulov.

As soon as he turned around, Fliyulov waved his legs and arms and was about to crawl forward, a pair of powerful hands tightly grasped his right knee.

Before Fliyulov could react, a pair of strong arms firmly held his right leg.

"Save me・・・・・・ don't ・・・・・・ leave me behind."

The intermittent cries for help reached his ears, and it was his adjutant.

"Let go of me, let's go together." Fliyulov shouted in a low voice.

"I got shot・・・・・・ save me." The lieutenant's weak voice came.

"I'll save you, you let go first."

The enemy outside was getting closer and closer, and Fliyulov could already clearly hear the roar of the armored car engine.

Fliyulov shook his right leg desperately, trying to break free from the adjutant's embrace, but to no avail, in exchange for a harder hug.

The Germans outside were getting closer, and Flilyulov could already hear the Germans clearly.

Turning around, Fliyulov gritted his teeth, used all his strength to break the adjutant's arms, and whispered: "Let me go first, and then I'll take you away." ”

Fliyulov's words were not answered by the adjutant.

With his hands and legs together, he forcefully broke the adjutant's arms, and Fliyulov realized that the adjutant had lost the ability to speak forever.

Fliyulov had no impulse to comment on the adjutant's dying actions, because the Germans were nearby and it was important to flee for their lives.

Turning, he scurried deep into the cornfield, but suddenly there was a chilling shout behind him.

"Come out, I see you, if you don't come out again, I'll shoot."

Hearing this rusty Russian shout, Fliyulov stopped crawling and trembled to get up.

"Damn, is that the end of it?"

Fliyulov hesitated for a few seconds, and was about to get up and surrender when he heard the shouts from outside again, when he heard a burst of gunfire in his ears, and a volley of bullets swept across the cornfield and flew over his head.

Fliyulov involuntarily twitched a few times, then reacted.

Fooled yourself!

In this dim light, with so many layers of cornstalks, how could the Germans possibly find themselves.

Hurriedly glanced back, all he saw were dense corn stalks, and he couldn't see the German troops outside at all.

Damn, I almost fell for the German devils.

Relieving himself, Fliyulov turned around and crawled deeper into the cornfield.

Outside the cornfield, Major Krugel, commander of the reconnaissance battalion of the 9th Armored Division, stood at the front of the armored vehicle, looking at the layers of corn stalks, and after a few hesitational calls to the FUG5 radio, four Bobcat light tanks hurried to his side.

With a wave of his right arm, Krugel made a forward chopping motion towards the cornfield, and four Bobcat light tanks were the first to charge into the cornfield, followed by armored vehicles and scouts.

Fliyulov was climbing up when he suddenly heard the roar of the engine behind him getting louder and louder, and it seemed that a vehicle was rapidly approaching him.

Driven by the desire to survive, he climbed more vigorously, but it didn't make any sense.

I couldn't help but glance back, but I didn't see anything in the dim light.

After crawling more than ten meters away, he heard the roar of an engine almost close at hand, and Fliyulov turned back again, and saw a behemoth crashing into countless corn stalks and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Sharp pain came from his feet, and the tracks of the tank ran mercilessly over his legs.

There was a crackling sound in my ears, the popping sound of a tank's tracks crushing bones.

Major Fliyulov's last glimpse of the world was the tank track running over his head・・・・・・

Major Krugel was ignorant of what was happening in the cornfield and soon abandoned the search for the cornfield.

Because on the other side of the cornfield, the soldiers of the Guard Flag Division tracked a group of routs to the cornfield, and they did not rush into the cornfield to track the Soviet rout, but used more simple and crude means to destroy the enemy.

Four "barbecue squads" roamed the cornfield, and thick flames flew out of the flamethrowers, turning the cornfield into a sea of fire.

Driven by the wind, the fire grew stronger and stronger, quickly spreading deep into the cornfield, speeding across the entire cornfield.

Major Krugel's troops hastily withdrew from the cornfield and waited outside the cornfield, and the groups of Soviet troops fled in a hurry, ran head-on into their guns, and then raised their hands and lined up to be escorted to the rear.

The two units met in triumph near the burned cornfields to complete the task of sweeping the Soviet troops in the encirclement, and then said a friendly farewell and set off on a new journey.

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