Chapter 715: The Last Fifteen Kilometers (4)

At a distance of less than 300 meters, the two warring sides used machine guns and rifles to fire passionately, and the mortar shells flew into the sky one after another, and then fell into the enemy's hidden area, each shell could set off a bloody storm among the opposing infantry.

The small top of the Nameless Heights could not accommodate the more than 1,000 fighting forces on both sides, not to mention the density of troops, which was simply a live target for the opposing mortars.

There was no time to consult with Captain Caruno, who did not know where he was on the battlefield, Captain Schwarzenegger immediately made a decision, ordered his fourth platoon to monitor the right flank of the engagement area in case the other side of the enemy outflanked him, and he took the remaining three platoons to detour from the slope of the left flank of the battlefield and attack the enemy's right flank.

Captain Schwarzenegger and his three platoons used the oblique plane to block each other's view, entered a small pine forest, passed quickly, and just reached the edge of the woods, and when they were about to enter a clearing, a figure also flashed in the woods on the opposite side of the clearing.

There was no need to identify the other side on the battlefield, Captain Schwarzenegger retreated into the pine forest in a flash, crawled behind the trunk of a thigh-thick pine tree, and fired at the opposite side with the STG42 assault rifle in his hand.

Bullets flew one after another at the trunk of the tree, and craters were drilled into the trunk, and the bark of the tree turned into debris and flew to the ground.

Captain Schwarzenegger emptied a magazine and retreated deep into the pine forest.

In this primitive version of the battle, it is difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time, and it is a crime for the Scouts to spend their precious time in this kind of battle.

Looking down at his watch, it was almost five o'clock now, and it would be dark if it dragged on, so he had to find a way to take the nameless heights before dark, otherwise he didn't know what kind of changes would happen in the battle situation in one night.

He called the company's communications officer, picked up the Siemens Model 1942 company he was carrying on his back, and connected to the rear with a cordless telephone.

"We need the support of the Black Hawk helicopters, have the door machine guns ready, how much? At least four, six is best. The sooner the better, I'll wait for you in the northwest direction of the Nameless Heights. ”

After the call, Captain Schwarzenegger handed over the command of the battle to the platoon commander, withdrew from the battlefield with the company members himself, and ran all the way to the foot of the mountain with two wounded on his back.

After handing over the wounded to the field hospital, the captain and his men went to an open field in the residential area and waited anxiously for nearly thirty minutes.

"They're coming, firing flares." Schwarzenegger said, pointing to the five helicopters that appeared in the sky to the west.

Two white flares flew into the sky, giving the helicopter group a target.

The high-speed spinning propeller kicked up a large cloud of smoke and dust on the ground, and Captain Schwarzenegger jumped into the back cabin of a helicopter with the signal corps and heralds.

On the right side of the helicopter's rear cabin, a half-man-high steel plate was added for cover, and behind the steel plate was the carriage of the hatch machine gun, above which was an MG42 general-purpose machine gun, and on the left side of the machine gun was a square bullet box.

Captain Schwarzenegger handed over the assault rifle to the herald and walked behind the machine gun himself to control it himself.

Five FI-382 Black Hawk helicopters rose back into the air and rushed to the battlefield under the guidance of the scouts, making a graceful arc through the air to the left flank of the unnamed heights.

As the captain had predicted, this confrontation between infantry and infantry was difficult to distinguish for a while.

More than half an hour has passed, and the battle situation on the high ground is still in a state of stalemate.

The appearance of five Black Hawk helicopters immediately attracted the attention of both warring sides on the ground, and the captain put the butt of his machine gun on his right shoulder, stared at the ground, and quickly found the line of fire for the exchange.

"Sneer······" The characteristic sound of tearing oilcloth as the MG42 machine gun fired, the result of the ultra-high rate of fire, and the 7.92mm machine gun shells splashed down on the ground.

Some of the bullet casings fell to the floor of the cabin, making a clanging sound that sounded particularly pleasant.

The woods on the slopes were sparse and could not allow all enemy troops to hide, and a large number of Soviet troops were exposed on the open slopes with nowhere to hide, and could only use their flesh and blood to resist bullets from the air.

The missing bullets snorted on the ground, kicking up small puffs of smoke and dust, and the Soviet soldiers who were hit by the bullets were either shot in the head by bullets, or hit by dense bullets in the torso, and their bodies were "sawn" into two sections, and more often they were hit by one or two bullets, piercing bloody holes in their bodies.

Five MG42 machine guns, known as "Hitler's chainsaw", fell from the sky and flanked the Soviet troops on the slope of the left flank of the battlefield, quickly breaking down the Soviet defenses.

The German scouts on the ground took the opportunity to jump up and rush out of their respective hideouts to charge.

Five helicopters routed the Soviets along the way, and then aimed at the center of the battlefield, the side occupied by the Soviets at the top of the unnamed heights.

At the top of the heights, there were less than ten houses, and there were no woods to hide in, and most of the open space exposed by Soviet soldiers was occupied by a few people or hiding in the corners.

Captain Schwarzenegger quickly pointed his gun at the enemy who was exposed to the open field, and the vibration from the MG42 machine gun fire spread throughout his body along his shoulder, making the cells in his whole body excited, his mind was clearer than ever, and the machine gun in his hand seemed to be integrated with himself, and he could move as he pleased, shooting bullets at every target he saw.

As a veteran, he knew it was the result of a rush of adrenaline.

Defenseless, a string of bullets flew into the helicopter and sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of a hammer hitting the barrel at high speed came, and Captain Schwarzenegger felt that the steel helmet on the right side of his head seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and squeezed his head hard, and his eyes went black, and then returned to normal.

Shaking his head in a daze, Captain Schwarzenegger pulled the trigger again and fired the bullet to the ground, facing a flank from the air and the ground, the Soviet troops on the top of the slope of the nameless high ground could no longer hold on, leaving behind corpses and fleeing the battlefield one after another.

Seeing the collapse of the Soviet troops on the ground, the Italian paratroopers took the opportunity to charge, and Captain Schwarzenegger then stopped shooting.

The group circled in the sky for a while, then withdrew from the battlefield and returned to the starting point.

As soon as he stepped off the plane, Captain Schwarzenegger found that there were only four helicopters left, and the right side of the helicopter he was in also had many dented bullet marks and falling paint.

"Your steel helmet, here'·····" The communications soldier said, pointing to the top of his head.

Taking off the helmet, Captain Schwarzenegger saw an extra little finger thickness on the upper right side of the helmet, about four centimeters long.

Staring at the rift for a few seconds, the captain put the steel helmet back on his head and said lightly, "They missed." ”