Captain Nobel rode in an armored car, followed by a group of soldiers of the Führer's regiment, slowly approaching the banks of the Agron River.

The Führer's Regiment soldiers were scattered in a wide formation, and after being attacked once by Captain Waski, they learned their lesson and stopped advancing in dense formation.

The troops advanced less than a hundred meters through the rubble, and again came under fire from the Soviets in the building, and the soldiers of the Führer's regiment took up their hidden positions to counterattack, and the flames from the muzzles of guns shone everywhere between the ruins, and the bullets hit the walls, splattering sparks.

When Captain Nobel saw that the way forward was blocked by the recalcitrant Soviet troops, the anxiety in his heart could not help but turn into a flame.

The Soviets successfully crossed the river, what is the situation of Captain Nietzsche and the soldiers who smuggled across the river? Captain Nobel couldn't help but be worried.

After patiently hiding behind the battle line and observing the battle for three minutes, Captain Nobel realized that the infantry of the Führer's regiment, which lacked heavy weapons in the front, could not defeat the Soviet troops on the opposite side for the time being.

Unable to hold back the anxiety in his heart, Captain Nobel jumped out of the armored car, waved his hand and shouted to the orderly beside him: "Take Goliath, follow me." ”

Behind him, four orderlies carrying a Goliath remote-controlled tank followed him through the ruins and walls, and quickly ran to the southwest side of the building occupied by the Soviets, hiding behind a broken wall.

The five men worked together to release the coiled wires, and less than a minute later, in the dim darkness of the night, a pocket tank swayed and creaked towards the residential building occupied by the Soviet troops.

In the dim light, fierce battles, the Soviet troops hiding in the building did not notice an inconspicuous killer at all. has swaggered to his feet.

A distance of more than fifty meters. For Goliath RC tanks. It took less than a minute to complete the journey.

Squinting his eyes to confirm that the Goliath RC tank had arrived at its destination, Captain Nobel waved a few words from an orderly, who turned and rushed into the night.

Captain Nobel waved his hand to the other three orderlies, and after the three of them lowered their bodies, Captain Nobel pressed the detonation button fiercely.

A loud "・・・・・・boom" overpowered all the gunfire on the battlefield, and in the dazzling firelight, the two-story building occupied by the Soviet troops. The side facing the Goliath remote-controlled tank collapsed like a toppled building block, and the stubborn gunfire of Soviet soldiers buried in the rubble inside the building.

Before the smoke and dust could completely dissipate, the heroic Führer's soldiers had already rushed into the ruins, and the shouts of German soldiers and the screams of Soviet soldiers were soon heard from the ruins.

After killing the blocking Soviet troops, Captain Nobel jumped into the armored car with the orderlies and shouted to the soldiers of the nearby Führer Regiment: "We still have brothers waiting by the river for us to go to the rescue, speed up." ”

In a dense forest on the edge of the Agron River, Captain Waski couldn't help but shudder.

Look at the location where the explosion sounded. Captain Waski wondered what kind of weapon was coming from that loud noise? It seems that the power is far greater than that of a tank gun. No, even the 152-mm howitzer that I have seen myself does not have such power.

Fortunately, he retreated quickly, otherwise if he encountered the mysterious weapons of the Germans, the consequences would be unimaginable, and Captain Wasky couldn't stop being afraid.

Captain Waski was accompanied by only three heralds, and the rest of his men were all missing in the melee.

In his original plan, he only had to retreat the river behind him to enter a safe area and avoid being pursued by the Germans.

It was only when he hurriedly fled to the river that he realized that the reality was even more cruel than his underwear, and there was artillery fire on the other side of the river.

In order to cooperate with the German counteroffensive in the center, the artillery units of the Imperial Division launched an artillery bombardment on the central part of Agron, intending to stop the Soviet reinforcements, and at the same time to cut off the retreat of the Soviet troops crossing the river in the middle.

Captain Wasky and his men were the victims of the artillery of the Imperial Division.

Looking at the river bank behind him, and at the sound of gunfire approaching step by step in front of him, Captain Waski made an instant decision, turned downstream, avoided German artillery fire, and then retreated across the river.

The four men bent over, clinging to the riverbank, stumbling downstream.

While fleeing, Captain Waski checked the range of the shell explosion on the opposite bank.

I don't know how far I ran in the dark, 500 meters or 1,000 meters, and the other side of the damned river finally stopped shining with the fire of the German shells that exploded.

Captain Waski called out to his men.

"This is it, let's cross the river."

Captain Waski said, pointing to the figures coming and going on the river.

The four men rushed to the river, jumped into the river after the two medics carrying the wounded, and fled frantically towards the east bank, not noticing the three stares from the side.

The two soldiers carrying the stretcher and the wounded on the stretcher did not hide the disdain in their eyes, but they could only express their contempt for the four deserters with their eyes.

Unaware of the strange gaze beside him, Captain Wasky and his men hurriedly crossed the stretcher beside him and ran across the river.

The waist-deep river was filled with the corpses of Soviet soldiers, and Captain Waski and his men did not know what had happened here, and what kind of battle these soldiers had to go through to die in the river, he only knew to cross the river as fast as he could, away from the terrible scenes around him.

On the other side of the river, however, a lone tank was parked under the bank, a pair of eyes watching him.

After a brief coma, Captain Nietzsche was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

When he opened his eyes, Captain Nietzsche saw two groups of people coming towards him on the river, and in front of them were two Soviet soldiers carrying stretchers, and soon another group of four Soviet soldiers overtook them and ran straight to the shore.

Captain Nietzsche was exhausted and did not want to waste precious physical strength on the four Soviet soldiers, but just quietly lay under the KV-1 tank, observing whether the actions of the four Soviet infantrymen would threaten him.

Soon, four Soviet infantrymen climbed up the river bank under his gaze, hid behind bushes on the bank of the river, took off their boots and poured out the river water from their boots.

Captain Nietzsche's gaze lit up at the sight of one of them, and the man was wearing different boots than the other three. The length of the boot tube seems to be a bit longer.

Soon. The actions of the four Soviet soldiers confirmed his suspicions.

Drain the river water from the boot shaft. Wringing out his soaked trouser leg again, the Soviet soldier, who seemed to be an officer, brandished the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, shouted a few words to the other three, and the four of them hurried to the residential area behind.

Seeing this scene, Captain Nietzsche no longer had any doubts in his heart, the guy with the Bobosha submachine gun must be an officer.

Reaching for the pistol at his waist, Captain Nietzsche aimed at the officer's back and pulled the trigger without hesitation. But I only heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the air.

Captain Nietzsche then remembered that he had exhausted the bullets in the magazine of his pistol.

Touching his belt, Captain Nietzsche did not find the remaining magazine, so he had to throw away the useless pistol.

Looking at the four Soviet soldiers who had already run to the corner of a building, Captain Nietzsche suddenly got out of the back of the tank and hurriedly groped among the piles of corpses in the back of the tank.

Soon, at the waist of a corpse with a tank cap, Captain Nietzsche reached for a pistol and two magazines.

Seeing that no one around him was paying attention to his position, Captain Nietzsche crawled a few meters on the ground, then stood up and ran to the place where the four Soviet soldiers had disappeared. Trying to find an opportunity to start.

As soon as he turned the dangerous building, Captain Nietzsche bumped into a group of black-pressed figures.

In the dark. Captain Nietzsche did not know how many people there were in the group opposite, at least more than fifty of them.

Captain Nietzsche dodged to the side of the road, avoiding the oncoming Soviet infantry column, and allowed the Soviet infantry to run past him in groups.

In the crowd, an officer with a brimmed hat strode up to Captain Nietzsche and roared at Captain Nietzsche.

As the beard on the officer's lips shook, countless saliva squirted into Captain Nietzsche's face.

Unable to understand Russian, surrounded by a superior enemy, Captain Nietzsche bowed his head and remained motionless in a baptism of saliva.

Looking at Captain Nietzsche's reprimanded baby, in the Soviet infantry group, Captain Vaski's depressed mood was greatly relieved, another unlucky guy who was as unlucky as himself.

Shortly after Captain Waski rushed into the street with three heralds, he ran into the infantry hurrying from the rear and was immediately stopped by the leading major.

The major ignored Captain Waski's arguments and scolded the four of them.

"Cowards, counds, deserters"

After an intensive bombardment of the four men with various slogans, the major grabbed them by the collar and pushed them into the ranks.

"If you still want to be deserters, I'll shoot you right now." The Major roared.

The four had no choice but to follow the major's troops back to the river under the threat of death, but they ran into Captain Nietzsche, who was following them.

Like what happened to Captain Waski's quartet, Captain Nietzsche was barricaded by the major at the wall, scolded by his head and face, and after receiving many titles such as "coward, deserter, coward", he was grabbed by the collar by the major and stuffed into the ranks.

Forced by the situation, Captain Nietzsche had no choice but to bow his head and follow the team to the riverbank.

The Soviet infantry jumped into the river like a flock of geese.

Captain Nietzsche ran a few steps to a corpse floating on the river, with his back up, and reached out to take off the Bobosha submachine gun hanging on the corpse's shoulder and straddle his right shoulder.

In the process of searching for weapons, with the help of the light of flares, Captain Nietzsche saw that the back of the corpses was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was clear that these corpses were his own masterpieces.

Seeing Captain Nietzsche's movements, the major nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Quick, speed up, if you want to be like your comrades floating in the river, just stand there and wait for the German shells to entertain you." ”

Armed with a Bobosha submachine gun, Captain Nietzsche mixed in with the infantry group, crossing the river and thinking about countermeasures.

As soon as he came ashore, Captain Nietzsche was grabbed from behind by the major.

The Major then went on to find four more Captains Waski.

A lieutenant platoon commander was shouted, and the major incorporated five "deserters" caught along the way into the lieutenant's ranks, and left in a hurry.

The platoon commander asked Captain Waski the names of the four men one by one, and the last one asked Captain Nietzsche.

Captain Nietzsche pointed first at his ear and shook his head, then at his nose.

"I, Lelyushchenko, Vasily Lelyushchenko."

Captain Nietzsche shouted out the few Russian words that came to his mind.

After listening to Captain Nietzsche's repeated repetition several times, the lieutenant platoon commander made up on his own brain that Comrade Vasily Lelyushchenko in front of him had lost his ear due to a shell, and he could only gesture to him to follow him.

Following the platoon commander, Captain Nietzsche pushed the steel helmet on his head to let his sweat-soaked hair breathe.

The scene that just happened was definitely the most thrilling moment of his military career.

Following the lieutenant platoon commander in front, Captain Nietzsche carried a Bobosha submachine gun and ran through the messy streets.

There were corpses and tank wreckage everywhere, both Soviet and German, and more soviet.

There was fire and smoke everywhere, and a pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

The guns were getting louder and louder, and Captain Nietzsche knew that he was getting closer to the line of fire.

If he dies at the hands of his own people, his twenty-eight years of life will end with a tragic end with a black humor, which is even more tragic than Shakespeare's tragedy.

Captain Nietzsche quietly looked behind him as he advanced, and the Soviet infantry that followed him closely behind him was destined to make it impossible for him to escape halfway.

In this complicated situation, one can only pray for the blessing of the Führer.

With inexplicable emotions, Captain Nietzsche followed the Soviet lieutenant and hurriedly joined the battlefield.

On the front line, four or five tanks were leading the way, followed by hordes of infantry, advancing along the roads in the built-up area.

Captain Nietzsche and the platoon commander followed behind a T-34 tank, firing at the German positions in front as they advanced.

When Captain Nietzsche fired, he naturally raised the muzzle of his gun by an inch, and the bullets from the submachine gun either flew to the roof of the building occupied by the Germans, or to the night sky where I don't know where to go.

Soon, a drum with 71 rounds of ammunition was exhausted, and Captain Nietzsche, after looking around for a while, turned around and ran to the side of the road.

Under the watchful eye of the lieutenant platoon commander, Captain Nietzsche crouched next to the corpse of a Soviet infantryman, picked up the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle next to the Soviet soldier, and took out three magazines and two grenades from the corpse, and turned to join the war group again.

It's just that he didn't go back to the platoon commander, but hid behind a broken wall even further back.

It was surrounded by Soviet infantry, and Captain Nietzsche was also mixed in, shooting indiscriminately in a serious manner.

At this time, he did not dare to turn around and flee unscrupulously, otherwise he was likely to be killed as a deserter on the spot.

As he was anxiously thinking about how to escape from danger, Captain Nietzsche suddenly noticed something strange in the light around him.

Looking to the east, Captain Nietzsche was surprised to find that at some point, dawn had come.

Oops, after dawn, the air force will follow and arrive at the battlefield, and then countless aerial bombs, and even greater danger will soon come. (To be continued.) )