In the city of Pustoshka at night, most of the citizens and garrisons were immersed in sleep.

In the night on both sides of the east and west, the sound of gunfire from time to time plays the role of lullaby.

With his feet on the land of his homeland, through the night, and under the watchful eyes of the stars, Captain Vaski, carrying his beloved Bobosha submachine gun, mixed in with his subordinates, strode towards the city of Pustoska.

Vaski and his subordinates were originally subordinate to the 22nd Army of the Soviet Northwest Front, but on 2 July they were placed under the command of the Western Front, responsible for the defense of the junction of the two fronts.

However, before the two armies of the 22nd Army could fully deploy in the predetermined theater of operations, the 22nd Army was reassigned to the battle sequence of the North-Western Front with an order from Moscow.

Kicked around like a ball on both fronts, the soldiers of the 22nd Army spent a whole week in a bare struggle against the sparse roads, the ubiquitous mosquitoes, and the "oversized mosquitoes" of the Luftwaffe.

After a day and a half of rapid marching, Captain Waski and his men, as the vanguard of the 51st Infantry Corps, led by local hunters, crossed a forest path, successfully cut off the P-23 road, and cut off the 46th Panzer Corps in the Pustoshka area to the most important road to the south.

After contacting his superiors, Captain Waski and his subordinates received a new order to continue to serve as the spearhead of the whole army, and to march north along the P-23 road to the city of Pustoshka until they encountered an impenetrable German line.

Captain Waski's journey north was unusually smooth, except for the annoying mosquitoes. There was no enemy yet who could bleed him and his men.

Raise your hand. Captain Wasky slapped his right neck. Then spread your palms.

With the help of starlight, you can vaguely see that on the first knuckle of the middle finger, the sparse corpse of a mosquito is glued to it.

Flying the unrecognizable corpse of the mosquito, Captain Wasky looked up to the north.

If you encounter the German fascists, you will have to smash their heads and pull out their internal organs as you would with this mosquito. Let them pay the blood debt they owe.

I don't know how long he walked, the eastern sky was white, and Captain Waski suddenly noticed that the pace of the procession had slowed down significantly, and before he could ask what was happening in front of him, a figure searched all the way in the direction of the procession and walked all the way to him.

"Comrade company commander, I met a village in front with Germans in it, and we need your orders."

Captain Waski's mind quickly sketched out the map he had seen countless times, and soon remembered a place name.

"It's the village of Zaporot. It is definitely it, the village is located less than three kilometers from the southernmost point of the city of Pustoska. We can finally put an end to the boring march. Look at what the Germans really look like. ”

This was the time when the line had come to a complete halt, and Captain Wasky hurried through the crowd to the front of the line.

Jumping off the road, Captain Vasky rushed into the woods on the side of the road, and felt deep and shallow towards the village of Zaporot.

At the edge of the forest, Captain Waski quickly found four of his men, who gave him a position and gave him direction.

In the telescope, next to the intersection of the village of Zaporot, two German soldiers are dangling on the road with guns.

The windows of a gray-and-white wooden house next to it were wide open and facing the road.

Captain Waski concluded that there must have been a machine gun hidden in that wooden house

Deep in the village, there were more people walking around, villagers and Germans in military uniforms.

In such a village of less than fifty households, the garrison should not exceed one company.

Vasky immediately decided to launch an offensive to take the village of Zaporot and open the gates to the city of Pustoska.

Using the cover of the woods, nearly 200 infantry of the Waski Company quietly spread out on both sides of the road south of the village.

The 45-mm anti-tank guns unloaded from the wagons were pushed to the side of the road and aimed at the village of Zaporot, and the mortarists also set up 82-mm mortars.

Captain Waski, with his Bobosha rifle on his back, raised his hand to the two riflemen beside him, who set up their Mosin Nagant rifles and aimed them at the sentry wandering at the entrance of the village.

Reaching for the marching kettle straddling his right waist and drinking the last bit of vodka left in it, Captain Wasky waved his right hand vigorously.

"Bang・・・・・・bang・・・・・・" Two crisp gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and the two German sentries at the entrance of the village fell to the ground in response.

The 45mm anti-tank gun roared ・・・・・・ "poof・・・・・・boom", and the first shell was impartial, shooting right into the window where Captain Waski thought the machine gun was hidden, and the fire and smoke rolled out of the window.

Makqin heavy machine guns and Deggarev light machine guns threw rows of bullets into the village, and the figures walking in the village suddenly became a mess.

The tranquility and tranquility of the village of Zaporot are shattered by the killing, and it randomly descends into even greater chaos.

Captain Waski stood up, carrying Bobosha upside down in his right hand, and put a whistle in his left hand to his mouth, and the shrill "beep ・・・・・・" resounded through the woodland.

Groups of figures in grass-green military uniforms poured out from the woodlands of the "Ula ・・・・・・ Ula ・・・・・・", rushing towards the village of Zaporot.

After blowing the whistle for the charge, Captain Wasky picked up his submachine gun, shook off his stride, and joined the charge.

The fastest soldiers had already sprinted through the open space between the woods and the village, to the house where the German sentries had been stationed, and more soldiers had rushed directly into the village.

Captain Waski was about to rush into the village with a bang, when a figure blocked his way.

Without warning, a fountain of dirt erupted from the feet of the soldier in front of him to the right, mixed with gray-white gunsmoke.

Along with the fountain flew into the sky was the soldier's calf, which had broken to the knee.

The calf flipped and drew countless three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, scattering red blood beads in all directions.

The soldier's body flew diagonally and slammed into Captain Waski, stumbling him.

Standing firm, Captain Waski picked up the soldier who was rolling and howling all over the ground, pulled his neck and shouted, "Medic・・・・・・ Medic・・・・・・"

A medic quickly rushed to Captain Waski's side to pick up the seriously wounded.

"Damn, he stepped on a mine, take him to the rear." After Captain Waski finished speaking, he turned around with his submachine gun and continued to charge.

In the village of Zaporot, the German soldiers had recovered from the initial panic, wielding all kinds of weapons, using houses as fortifications, and fighting with Vaski's men.

The two sides were separated by walls, village paths, and courtyards, shooting at each other and throwing grenades.

In the sound of gunfire, there are also all kinds of chaotic scenes of chickens flying and dogs jumping, pigs and sheep walking everywhere.

Turning a wooden house with mortar torn off the roof, and avoiding four goats that had no brains crashing into him, Captain Waski ran to the side of a path that crossed the village in an east-west direction, where twenty or thirty soldiers were overwhelmed by the German fire on the opposite side.

"Heavy machine guns, anti-tank guns, fast." Captain Wasky shouted.

Grabbing the herald by the collar of the herald next to him, Captain Waski pointed to the left and shouted, "Let the second platoon make a detour from the left and outflank the Germans on the opposite side." ”

The figure of the herald disappeared into the house on the left, and soon Captain Waski heard the crisp sound of 45mm guns on the battlefield on the left, and several houses occupied by the Germans were scattered and torn apart by the sound of explosions.

Captain Waski saw the soldiers of the second platoon on the left rushing deeper into the village in twos and threes.

Seeing the success of the roundabout, Captain Wasky had a relieved smile on his face, and although it was the first time he had participated in the battle, his boys had performed well.

However, the smile on his face had not disappeared when he saw the soldiers of the second platoon retreat twice as fast as when they charged.

Two blood flowers suddenly burst out from the bodies of the two soldiers running at the rear, one was broken in two at the waist, and the other had a bloody hole in his chest.

The tragic death of the two soldiers, Wasky was dumbfounded.

The 45-mm cannon crouching in the corner of the wall and firing the black cannon was not spared, first the cannon shield clanged and the fire splashed everywhere, making a piercing sound of metal impact.

The gunners quickly screamed and slaughtered the corpses.

"Tanks, tanks of the Germans, there are a lot of them, and the second platoon can't stand it." The herald stumbled back to Captain Waski, shouting.

With the shouts of the heralds, two square-shaped tanks rushed out of the road leading to Pustoshka on the left.

Twenty-millimeter machine guns and machine-gun bullets on the turret frantically scattered at the Soviet troops in the village.

Without waiting for Captain Wasky to give the order, the Soviet infantry in the village turned around and fled, no longer having the courage to launch the attack.

Captain Wasky mingled with the crowd, running a serpentine course, and ran frantically towards the woodland from which he had started.

Eight large Lynx light tanks appeared next to the houses in the village of Zaporot one after another, firing wildly at the exposed backs of the Soviet infantry.

Twenty-millimeter guns were almost useless in tank battles, but they were ruthless in slaughtering infantry, and the village went to the clearing on the edge of the forest, covered with the broken corpses of the soldiers of the Vaski Company.

Captain Waski escaped and returned to the depths of the woodland, and after counting the casualties, Captain Wasky was saddened to find that he had lost more than a hundred of his men, and the company had lost its combat effectiveness.

Soon, Captain Waski received a reply from his superiors to the report of the battle, and it was brought by the belated battalion commander himself.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a minor setback, the fascists in Pustoshka are already surrounded by us, and they will soon be finished." (To be continued.) )