The young Cragno was lying on the left side of the M1930 Breda light machine gun, his right hand gripping the butt of the Calgano M1891 rifle, and he looked to the east with a frown.

To the east of the position was a large open field covered with green grass and scattered trees and bushes.

However, at this time, the grass was already covered with clouds of black smoke, and it was more than 20 tanks painted with grass green paint that were spewing black smoke.

There are four tanks of the KV-1 type, the others are light tanks, and the total number is more than 20 units.

Behind the 20 tanks, there were figures in yellow-green military uniforms dodging and dodging, relying on the cover of the tanks to slowly approach the position.

"Lieutenant, the Russians are coming." Calanio said.

"I saw it, get ready M42, remember to hit the infantry first, otherwise you won't have a chance to throw a rebound grenade." Lieutenant Batistuta said.

Caranio looked at the two M42 anti-tank grenades placed on the left side of the rifle and said, "I'm ready." ”

The moving tanks acted like moving fortresses, blocking bullets and providing strong cover for the infantry behind them, but they could not stop the blows of another warp weapon.

"Poof... Poof······" The sound came from behind itself and in the residential area on the left flank, it was the sound of mortar fire, the shells drew a terrifying arc in the air, bypassing the tank and falling straight behind the tank, each explosion could set off a bloody storm among the Soviet infantry, and from time to time the Soviet infantry wailed and fell to the ground, and the blood sprayed on the corpses and wounded stained the grass red.

However, the limited number of light mortars with a caliber of only 60 mm and 45 mm could not stop more than 20 tanks and the rear infantry to follow, and the Soviet infantry and tank formations continued to steadily approach the Italian positions until a strong wind fell from the sky.

The momentum of this strong wind was so fierce that it instantly suppressed all the sounds on the battlefield, whether it was the explosion of mortar shells or the roar of tank engines, all of which were "blown away" in the face of this strong wind.

"Rumbling······ Long ······" The continuous explosions covered the open ground on the east side of the position, and the smoke and dust flew into the sky, and immediately covered the ground, and the originally imposing Butan cluster was wiped out in an instant.

In Lieutenant Batistuta's line of sight, he clearly saw that at least two light tanks had been overturned to the ground, and the torn human organs flew into the air.

When the second round of shells landed, the lieutenant again saw a light tank being overturned to the ground, and the turret detached from the tank body, spun and flew into the open space to the side.

Unable to help but glance back behind him, the lieutenant saw the figures of the artillery observation posts on the high ground in the distance.

Thank God, thanks to the artillery, they finally opened fire, and without them, the battle would have been dead, and those twenty or so tanks alone would have been enough to level their positions.

The lieutenant looked back at the battlefield, which was now covered in a continuous stream of gray-black gunsmoke.

The heavy shelling lasted five rounds, and the Soviet infantry group collapsed, and just when Lieutenant Batistuta thought that the battle was over, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly rushed out of the black smoke.

Running in front was a T-60 tank, which, after breaking out of the area covered in black smoke, spun its tracks at high speed, completely ignoring the absence of infantry behind it, and rushed straight through the middle of the battlefield with a whirlwind.

The bullets struck the car and fired in a series of clanging sounds, but it still couldn't stop the tank from rushing into the Italian position.

Looking at the tank charging like a mad dog, Lieutenant Batistuta cursed damn it, hurriedly put down the submachine gun in his hand, and reached out to pick up the M42 anti-tank grenade that was set aside.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, it's coming, don't get bumped into it."

The lieutenant's voice echoed through the crater, and Caranio hurriedly lowered his rifle, picked up another anti-tank grenade, and waited for the tank to follow its path.

"When it's gone, throw it into its engine compartment." Lieutenant Batistuta shouted.

However, things turned out to be unexpected, and the light tank, which was about to rush into the crater, turned left and drove onto a double foxhole on the right side of the crater.

The two Italian soldiers hiding in the foxhole hurriedly retracted their heads into the foxhole, trying to avoid the crush of the tank, but did not expect the enemy tank to stop overhead.

Before the Italian soldiers could figure out why the tank had stopped, they saw the T-60 tank's two tracks rotate in reverse, causing the body to rotate in place, like a large spinning top.

Patches of dirt were splashed and thrown out by the tracks, and the spinning tank grinded a pit in place, and screams came from the pit.

Lieutenant Batistuta, who was fighting a Soviet tank for the first time, was first shocked by the madness of the Soviet tank, and stood still for a few seconds, and then his eyes were instantly bloodshot and turned red.

"Throw a grenade and kill it."

Hearing the lieutenant's shout, Kragno and the others reacted, and four grenades flew towards the spinning tank one after another.

"Boom······ Boom ·····"

In the explosion, the fire rose from the tail of the tank, the tank stopped spinning, the fire rose from the position of the engine compartment, and the pungent smell of oil smoke entered everyone's nose with the fire and black smoke.

Glancing at the battlefield, a KV-1 heavy tank following behind rushed into the middle of the battlefield, and was immediately surrounded by friendly forces, Lieutenant Batistuta was relieved, he carefully held the submachine gun, avoided the tank's turret muzzle, and detoured to the left side of the tank.

The lieutenant had just approached the tank that was paralyzed in place, and above the hull in front of the turret of the tank, above the driver's compartment, the hatch was suddenly opened from the inside, and a young man wearing a tank cap came out of it.

Seeing the muzzle of the submachine gun pointed at him, the Soviet tank driver wisely raised his hands and then jumped out of the tank at the signal of Lieutenant Barty.

After the Soviet driver jumped out of the tank, he kept saying something loudly, but Lieutenant Batistuta did not understand, and soon a soldier who understood Russian told him that the commander was injured and hoped to be treated.

Without saying a word, Lieutenant Batistuta asked the Soviet tank driver to take to the rear of the position, put his submachine gun behind him and got under the car, shouted a few times, but received no response.

The moment he got out of the car, the lieutenant's eyes were drawn to the dirt on the tank's tracks, and the yellow dirt revealed red, which was a death mark left by the blood of two subordinates in the foxhole under the tank.

Buckling a piece of red loess from the track and spreading it in his palm, then crushing it and throwing it to the ground, Lieutenant Batistuta strode to the shell crater behind him and hooked his hand, motioning for Caraño to bring the Soviet driver up.

Returning to the tank, the lieutenant listened for a while, then looked back at the Soviet tankman, raised his right hand to hook his finger at him, and pointed to the tank, signaling the Soviet tanker to get into the tank.

Seeing Lieutenant Batistuta's movements, the Soviet driver was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of sudden realization, climbed into the tank with his hands and feet, and got into the tank through the cockpit door to rescue his commander.

Seeing the Soviet driver get into the tank, a cold light flashed in the lieutenant's eyes, and he took out a Strycomb M35 grenade from his right waist to pull the fuse, raised his hand and threw it into the wide-open cockpit door.

"Boom ·····" An explosion came from inside the tank body.

Looking at his subordinates looking at him with puzzled eyes, Lieutenant Batistuta pointed to the scrapped T-60 tank and said: "You have all seen that the style of the Russians is different from that of the British and the French, they are very brutal. Our style will also change, they are cruel, and we will be more cruel than them. ”

After teaching his subordinates, Lieutenant Batistuta looked at the battlefield in the distance, and there were no other Soviet troops except for these two tanks.

The KV-1 tank that had rushed to the friendly position had been taken out by this time, and all the tankers had been captured.

In the first defensive battle, Batistuta's platoon won the battle at the cost of two deaths.

For a whole afternoon, as if fearful of the enemy's artillery fire, the Soviets did not launch a new offensive.

In the evening, a group of paratroopers arrived at the position, and they brought anti-tank guns that were urgently needed on the battlefield.

Seeing the anti-tank guns, Batistuta and his subordinates were demoralized.

However, to their disappointment, the Soviets did not launch a new offensive until dark.

After inspecting the position, Lieutenant Batistuta returned to his crater, lay down beside Caraño wrapped in a blanket, and was soon defeated by fatigue and drowsiness and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the lieutenant's huddled body shuddered, opened his eyes, sat up straight, and turned his head vigilantly to look around.

The gunshots were very close, and with them came shouts one after another.

Even the first time he heard this kind of shout, Lieutenant Batistuta was familiar with it, because it was often seen in the best-selling military in Europe, and the shout was a simple but powerful word.

"Ulla······ Ula ······"

With a submachine gun in hand, the lieutenant rushed to the east of the crater and looked out, only to see that in the dark night outside, a humanoid object was approaching at high speed, rushing to the front less than fifty meters away from his position.

Without having time to think about it, the lieutenant raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired repeatedly at the figures in the charge, knocking the figures who rushed to the front to the ground, and at this moment, a series of flares rose from the position.

With the help of the light of the flares, Lieutenant Batistuta could see the enemy on the opposite side.

Black military uniform, who are these guys?