Losing the last passage on the Buzeu River to the rear, the city of Buzeu became an isolated city, and the Soviet troops in the city became alone, and only the end awaited them.

On Basescu Street, the main thoroughfare of the city, the German 74th Infantry Division sent troops to replace the Romanian 7th Infantry Division and undertook the task of attacking from south to north.

To the north of the city of Buzeu, the infantry of the Germanic Regiment of Hitler's Youth Division entered the city from north to south.

A No. 3 assault howitzer and a No. 3 assault gun alternately took cover, taking an S-shaped route to the south, and the fifteen-meter-wide street gave them plenty of room to maneuver.

Behind them, two SDKFZ251 armored vehicles slowly followed, and behind each armored vehicle there were eight to ten infantry on foot.

On the front of the armored vehicle, the machine gunners swirled the muzzles of their machine guns and swept over the silent houses, with windows, skylights and roofs being their preferred targets.

Armed with submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles, melee equipment such as grenades and sapper shovels in their waists, the infantry stared nervously at the buildings on the left and right sides of the street, sparing no one.

The enemy's resistance was long overdue, but it was blazing at the beginning.

A K-clone swerved around the corner of the intersection ahead, turning its turret to aim at the No. 3 assault howitzer on the right side of the street.

The No. 3 assault howitzer also spotted a k-sized body and hurriedly turned its body to face the enemy with the strongest frontal armor.

K's 76.2 mm tank gun, 105 mm howitzer on the No. 3 assault howitzer pointed at each other at the same time, firing almost simultaneously.

The armor-piercing shells of the Soviet tank hit the No. 3 assault howitzer and flew into the air, and a bright fire burst from its own turret. Then it was enveloped in grayish-white gunsmoke.

In a panic. The No. 3 assault howitzer fired a high-explosive shell. Although it hit the enemy's turret, it did not cause fatal damage.

K's tankmen scrambled to reload the chamber with shells and fire again, but the shells flew straight over the head of the No. 3 Assault Howitzer and into the building behind it.

Only then did the Soviet tankers realize that they had just received a high-explosive bomb, which damaged the tank's sighting equipment.

Before they could fire a third shell, the No. 3 assault howitzer fired a second shell, and the No. 3 assault gun, which accompanied him, fired the first shell.

75-mm armor-piercing shells hit the K-gun shield. The shells were thrown aside, but the shells fired from the 105-mm howitzer worked wonders.

The No. 3 assault howitzer fired an armor-piercing shell this time, and the metal jet dissolved the front armor of the K, burrowed into the tank, killing the tankers inside.

The encounter ended with a 75-mm tank gun on the No. 3 assault gun that immediately fired an armor-piercing shell that pierced the front upper armor of the K-body.

The battle of the three chariots opened the door to killing, and the streets of Basescu and the buildings on both sides of the street were filled with heavy gunfire. There was no way to tell how many Soviet soldiers were hiding inside.

The battle on Basescu Street went very well for the Germans, with two assault guns under the protection of the infantry. Shoot one after another, one by one to take out the exposed firing points of the Soviet troops.

Not only exposed firing points, but also windows with sandbags, balconies of buildings, bell towers of churches, and all targets that were considered suspicious were shelled.

Wisps of smoke rose from the buildings on both sides of Basescu Street, and Soviet fire became weaker and weaker.

Soviet snipers hid in dark corners of the rooftops, condescendingly shooting at the German infantry in the streets, but quickly exposed their targets.

The dense machine-gun bullets flew first, knocking them out of their heads, and the high-explosive shells smashed into the windows and corners where they had appeared, blowing them to pieces.

A bearded Soviet sniper was very experienced in firing a shot to change positions, narrowly dodging two German shells, and when he found a window again and anxiously searched for the Germans on the street, his body trembled suddenly, his eyes showed disbelief, and the round bullet holes in his head were soft to the ground.

Behind a bush in the street, a German sniper put away the G-42 semi-automatic rifle sniper in his hand, got up and continued to follow the group.

After effectively suppressing the Soviet fire in the building, the infantry of the Germanic regiment rushed to the bottom of the building.

Instead of taking the gate reserved by the Soviets, they threw a grenade into it to find their way, and then climbed into the hole that the sappers had blown up in the building, where the sound of gunfire and grenade explosions rang out.

Thanks to the wide streets of Basescu Street, the No. 3 assault gun was able to come into play, and the infantry and sappers of the Germanic regiment were able to advance smoothly.

However, every 100 to 200 meters of their advance had to stop and wait for the friendly troops on the left and right flanks to follow, in order to draw the line together and avoid being flanked by the Soviets from both flanks of the street.

On both sides of the street, where Assault Gun No. 3 or Assault Howitzer No. 3 could enter, the fighting went relatively smoothly, but it was the dense housing and narrow, winding streets of the residential areas that really slowed down their progress.

In some old neighborhood roads, not only could not accommodate the No. 3 assault gun, but even the infantry guns and machine guns were difficult to use, and the infantry of the Germanic regiment could only choose to rush into the houses occupied by the Soviets with their flesh and blood, their figures flashed through the windows, doors and corners of the houses, and the distance between them was so close that they were only separated by a wall, and they could even clearly hear each other's voices and coughs, and even the sound of breathing and pulling the bolts.

Submachine gun pistols, sapper shovels became the main weapons of battle on the battlefield, but before long, bayonets in hand, clenched fists replaced them, and sometimes even teeth made cameo weapons of destruction.

The explosion of grenades, the roars of soldiers hugging and scuffling filled the house, and the shouts of officers and non-commissioned officers: "Sappers are needed here, wounded here, call medics"

The sappers roamed the streets and alleys and became the stars of the battlefield.

They dispersed into groups of ten and followed behind the infantrymen. There are two Pyros in each team. The others are all blasting specialists. Each team also has an interpreter with a megaphone.

Their combat procedures were very standard, and after being called for help by the infantry, they rushed to the battlefield.

The combatants were familiar with the gaps in the battlefield, and the interpreter first shouted to the recalcitrant Soviet troops on the opposite side, urging them to surrender at the appointed time, and claiming that those who did not surrender would be barbecued and buried alive.

Two or three-story residential buildings, which could not resist the repeated fire of flamethrowers, the Soviet troops hiding inside were soon surrounded by flames. The Soviet soldiers who turned into burning men and rolled to the ground, and the Soviet soldiers who had escaped the flames and barbecue could not stand the heat and the stimulation of the tragic scene when their comrades died, and couldn't help but shout: "We surrender." ”

Towards buildings with higher floors, a wider area, and more conducive to the defense of the army, the style of the Germanic sappers was more simple and crude.

After the infantry brothers and other infantry brothers occupied the first floor of the building with all their strength, the sappers appeared on the scene.

As usual, they saluted first and then soldiers, and the interpreters used thousands of mouth cannons to attack the fragile psychological defenses of the defenders on the second floor and above.

The defenders on the upper floors were defeated by the mouth cannons, and they were greeted with a warm welcome when they raised their hands and surrendered. He was then escorted to the rear away from the war.

The mouth cannon attack was ineffective, and the Soviet troops on the upper floors said that they would fight to the end. The demolition specialists in the engineering detachment have completed the task of understanding the structure of the first floor of the building.

At the behest of a certain magnitude, explosives were placed on all the load-bearing walls on the first floor of the building, and wires were attached.

In the midst of a series of explosions, there was one less building in the city of Buzeu and an extra hill of rubble.

Bypassing the grave-shaped pile of rubble, the soldiers of the Germanic regiment continued to advance towards the center of the city.

As buildings of various sizes and heights were occupied or destroyed, the soldiers of the Germanic regiment became more proficient in the skills they had learned during training and became more effective in combat.

The battle lasted until about 1 p.m. on 2 June, when a burst of earth-shattering cheers erupted in the middle of Basescu Street.

Amid the cheers, countless figures in dark green military uniforms and camouflage uniforms shook hands and hugged each other.

After more than eight hours of fighting, from four o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the afternoon, the troops of Hitler's Youth Division and the troops of the 74th Infantry Division triumphantly joined forces, occupied the entire Bassesko Street, and split the defenders of Buzeu in half.

On Basescu Street, when the two armies were triumphantly united, in the west of the city, Sergeant Gustav and his men were following the whole company on another difficult task.

After using all kinds of gentle or ungentle means, and "heart-to-heart talks" with some Soviet officers who had been captured in street fighting, they successfully discovered that the headquarters of the 113th Infantry Division of the city defense unit was located in the west of the city.

The team then marched and followed the Germanic regiment into the city.

The headquarters of the 113th Infantry Division was located in a church school called Ella in the west of the city.

Gustav followed the company to the vicinity of the school and found the Germanic soldiers besieging the school's school building.

The school building is five stories high and about 200 meters long from east to west.

By the time they arrived, the fighting here had become one-sided.

On the vast playground in front of the school building, the wreckage of three BT-5 tanks either broke tracks or the turrets disappeared, billowing black smoke billowing from the bodies.

Next to them, the wreckage of two T-34 tanks and two No. 3 assault guns were scattered.

It was clear that a skirmish had broken out here just before Gustav and the others arrived.

Three No. 3 assault guns were firing, and one after another high-explosive shells drilled into the windows infested by Soviet troops, and the buildings were dusty and bricks were scattered.

Mortar shells make a "day-to-day" sound and land precisely on the roof of the building.

The defenders on the roof either collapsed in pools of blood or fled to the stairs in a hurry to escape the shelling.

After consulting with the officer in command of the operation, Gustav's company quickly went into battle.

Using smoke grenades to obscure the view of the defenders in the building, the MG-42 machine gun crew provided fire cover in the back, and Gustav led his men to quickly rush to the bottom of the building.

By the time they arrived downstairs in the building, they had an extra gas mask on their heads.

First, a grenade was thrown into the window of the first floor overhead, and two riflemen then tumbled into the house.

Looking up at the four open windows on the second floor, Gustav waved at Fleischer, who pulled out a grenade with a white skull icon on his waist. After pulling it up, he raised his hand and threw it into the window on the second floor. Violent coughing and screaming soon erupted from the window.

Gustav carried the assault rifle behind his back. He took out the P38 pistol on his waist, and with the assistance of two riflemen, climbed directly to the window on the second floor, only two Soviet soldiers covered their faces and coughed loudly, and their faces were covered with snot and tears.

This new weapon, called tear gas, is really powerful enough to easily disintegrate the resistance of these two unlucky people.

Flipping into the room, Gustav pointed a pistol at two Soviet soldiers.

Fleischer was the second to rummage in, and quickly questioned the two soldiers in Russian. In which room is the division commander of the 113th Division in.

Two minutes later, Gustav and Fleischer appeared on the first floor.

With skillful coordination and superb combat skills, Gustav and Fleischer led their men to the entrance to the basement of the building before the rest of their comrades.

Fleischer's shouts to surrender were fruitless, and two tear gas grenades flew into the basement entrance, where a heart-rending cough was soon heard, followed by howls.

"Don't put poison, cough cough, we surrender."

In the early hours of June 3, the Romanian and German flags fluttered in the wind over the municipal building in Buzeu.

After a day's fighting on 2 June, 80 percent of the city of Buzeu had been occupied by German and Romanian troops.

As the morning sun jumps out of the horizon. The gunfire in the city became fierce again, and it was the Romanian army that was carrying out the tail sweep.

Gustav and his men huddled in a truck. In a daze, they were taken to the town of Cintesti, where they once set off.

As soon as they got out of the car, Gustav and his men were taken by the company commander to the small building where they had been staying.

With a friendly mustache above Staff's lips, Chen Dao walked towards him with open arms, ignoring the dust on his body and the stench of sewers that emanated from him, and gave him a warm hug.

"Sergeant, it turned out that you captured the commander of the 113th Division alive, I really didn't expect it. I said we'd meet again, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. Come, tell me about your battles this time, from the moment you entered the sewers, and I'm curious about what battles you have gone through and what enemies you have encountered. ”

Chen Dao took Gustav and the others into the living room on the first floor of the small building, where they had met, and put on a posture of a long talk.

Gustav straightened his military uniform and was about to speak, when Chen Dao suddenly said, "Wait, first taste the grenade I prepared for you." ”

Hand grenade? Gustav stared at Chen Dao suspiciously.

Chen Dao opened a cardboard box next to the sofa, took out a bottle of Fanta soda from it, opened it and handed it to Sergeant Gustav.

Soon, the sweet Fanta soda moistened the parched throats of Sergeant Gustav and his men.

Filling half a bottle of soda in one go, Gustav gushed stories about his battle.

When he heard the battle by the Buzewu River, Chen Dao couldn't help but interject: "You were too impulsive at the time, fortunately that guy in the blue army uniform didn't have a bullet in his pistol, otherwise your family would have received a death notice." ”

"My officer's uniform is different from the others, and I want to capture him alive, but then I get excited and kick him from the river to the river, which is a pity." Gustav said regretfully.

"I understand your thoughts, but there's no need to risk your life to do such a thing." Chen Dao said.

Under Chen Dao's listening, Gustav finished his battle story in one go.

"Very good, you did a good job," Chen Dao said, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked the name of the sergeant in front of him.

"What's your name? Sergeant."

"My name is Gustav. Schwarzenegger. ”

After Gustav finished saying his name, suddenly His Excellency the Governor's facial muscles jumped strangely a few times.

Chen Dao was silent for a while and then suddenly asked, "Sergeant Schwarzenegger, do you have a son?" What's his name? ”

Chen Dao's problem suddenly changed from military to commonplace, and Gustav was very confused, but he still said honestly: "I have only one son, and his name is Meinhard. Schwarzenegger. ”

It may just be the same surname, this is Sergeant Schwarzenegger and that "Terminator" Schwarzenegger should not be related by blood.

Thinking of this, Chen Dao's eyes rolled, and he asked with a wicked smile: "Sergeant Schwarzenegger, do you know what the word Arnold means?" ”

"I only know that Arnold is a surname and can also be used as a personal name, but I don't know what that word means?"

Chen Dao said solemnly: "In the ancient Germanic language, the meaning of the word Arnold is powerful. After listening to your battle report, I decided to give you this word as a nickname, and from today onwards, you are Arnold. Schwarzenegger, too, is a strong Schwarzenegger. Will you accept my gift? ”

Gustav's face flushed with excitement, and he stood up excitedly and saluted Chen Dao and said, "I am willing to accept this nickname, thank you, Your Excellency." ”

Chen Dao's side, Major Bach, Major Lorenz and others glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but be in awe of Chen Dao in their hearts.

Your Excellency actually understands the ancient Germanic language, and we have followed you for so long to know that you have this talent, and there are more secrets waiting for us to uncover.

Patting Gustav on the shoulder, Chen Dao said: "It won't be long before we meet again, and at that time, I will personally award you the Iron Cross." ”

When Chen Dao said goodbye to Gustav, he didn't know that the nickname he gave out on a whim was like a butterfly flashing its beautiful wings.

In July 1947, when the smoke of the Second World War had long since cleared, a man named Gustav Murphy was in the Orientale Province (Austria) in Germany. A veteran of Schwarzenegger welcomed his second son.

In his excitement, Gustav generously bestowed the nickname given to him by a certain big man to his second son, hoping that his second son would grow into a powerful man.

Twenty-three years later, the boy defeated opponents from all over the world, successfully won the Mr. Olympia bodybuilding competition, won the title of "Mr. Olympia", fulfilled his father's expectations of him, and grew into a strong man.

Later, the boy entered the film industry at the strong suggestion of a certain big man and became a world-renowned international movie star.

Since then, around the world, whenever the word tough guy is mentioned, a powerful name always comes to mind.

Arnold. Schwarzenegger.

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PS: It's not fiction, this Gustav is Schwarzenegger's father. (To be continued......)