That night, Captain Chernenko was jolted from his sleep.

Without even having time to wash his face, Captain Chernenko received a new assignment from his superiors overnight.

Directly north of the fortress is adjacent to the east-west Severnaya Fjord, where the defenders have been driven by the Germans and are now making a final stand against it.

Major General Petrov decided to send reserves across the fjord from inside the fortress to strengthen the defenders' defenses.

Captain Chernenko's task was to lead a platoon of NKVD soldiers to set off with reinforcements and strengthen the will of the defenders to fight.

Without saying a word, Captain Chernenko immediately selected a platoon of men to join the reinforcements, an independent battalion of sailors who had come ashore.

In his opinion, such a task, while dangerous, was much more meaningful than the boring task of receiving prisoners.

With a strong conviction to fight for the great Soviet Motherland until the last moment of his life, Captain Chernenko set out on the journey.

Sailors in black uniforms, and NKVD fighters in blue shirts, led by Captain Chernenko, took advantage of the cover of night and quietly crossed Severnaya Bay in rubber boats and entered the positions of the defending 2nd Cavalry Division.

The 2nd Cavalry Division could not find horses on its positions, and some only had their backs to the fjords and were the "foot cavalry" of the last resistance.

The reinforcements who arrived overnight were not received by the commander of the cavalry division, and were sent directly to the east of the position, where they were stuffed into a large area of dilapidated houses.

Three squads of Captain Chernenko's unit were assigned to three companies of the Marine Battalion, and he himself was stationed in the basement of a three-story office building with the platoon headquarters and the battalion headquarters of the Marine Battalion.

From the back window of the three-storey office building, you can clearly see the sparkling water in Severnaya Bay under the starlight.

This is the last line of defense, where the final battle with the enemy will take place.

Captain Chernenko and the battalion commander of the Marine battalion, Admiral Popov, did not communicate much.

After determining his combat position, the captain ate half a compressed biscuit with vodka in the kettle, and then fell asleep with his back against the wall wrapped in a blanket.

In a drowsy state, I don't know how long it took, Captain Chernenko shuddered, sat up straight, and surveyed the room with a misty gaze.

The walls and roof of the basement shook, fine dust whizzed down and drifted through the air, and the dull sound of explosions reached the captain's ears in waves.

Carrying the Bobosha Type 41 submachine gun, Captain Chernenko found the bearded Captain Popov.

"The German offensive has begun, and it is an honor to be able to know you in this battle, so I feel compelled to share with you the last bit of vodka I have saved."

Captain Chernenko said and took out the kettle and handed it to Captain Popov, who was not polite, took the kettle and poured two sips of vodka.

"Hiss ······" With a long sigh of relief, Captain Popov returned the flask to Captain Chernenko, who threw the remaining vodka from the jug and threw it to the ground.

"After the shelling, I and my men will go to the first floor, and the second and third floors will be yours." Captain Popov said.

"Okay." Captain Chernenko nodded slightly, and the basement fell into oppressive silence, with everyone quietly listening to the sound of the explosion.

The sound of explosions changed from continuous to intermittent, and the sound of gunfire became dense and carried into the basement like popping beans.

"The infantry of the Germans is coming, let's go." Captain Popov was the first to walk out of the basement.

The sound of leather boots on the concrete floor made a tomming sound, and Captain Chernenko rushed up the stairs to the second floor with two heralds and a medic.

The building had been badly damaged by previous shelling, the roof had collapsed along with the third floor and the stairs leading to the third floor, leaving the captain and three of his men only accessible to the second floor.

The walls on the north-facing side of the third and second floors were also missing, and Captain Chernenko divided his men into two groups, two heralds.

Himself and the medic took up a room with broken walls.

The captain and the medic worked together to push a closet, about two meters high, to the ground as a cover, while he hid behind the closet, staring closely to the north.

Through the window, Captain Chernenko could clearly see that puffs of black smoke were rising from time to time in the residential area in the distance.

Loud or dull explosions came one after another, and with the explosions, large and small pieces of rubble flew into the sky.

Soon, the landing point of the explosion was clearly visible, and between the bushes and houses, sailors in black military uniforms flashed from time to time, and the figures of NDVD soldiers in blue military uniforms also appeared.

The corners of the walls, behind the thick bushes, all the areas that could be used as cover, were used by the soldiers to fight the enemy.

Finally, two soldiers in black uniforms rushed all the way to the third floor where Captain Chernenko was, and in a flash, they got into the building through the windows on the first floor and rejoined the battle.

Seeing this scene, Captain Chernenko knew that the enemy was already close at hand.

Soon, a loud thunderous sound came from the north, and a broken two-story building in front of the right was instantly shrouded in dust and smoke, and it was vaguely seen that the entire building was crushed by an invisible force like a biscuit.

More and more remnants appeared in Captain Chernenko's eyes, and the captain's eyes became sharper and sharper, and this sight showed that the enemy was getting closer to him, and the battle was about to break out.

In anticipation of the captain, he finally saw the first enemy.

At eleven o'clock, a head with a steel helmet protruded from the window of a bungalow less than a hundred meters away, and along with it appeared a slender barrel.

Reflexively, the Bobosha Type 41 submachine gun in Captain Chernenko's hand was quickly pointed at the window.

"Da ·····" Dense bullets flew towards the window, and smoke and dust flew up from the walls to the right and below the window, and more than a dozen mottled bullet holes appeared in an instant.

More figures appeared in the houses occupied by the Germans, and in the surrounding bushes.

Weapons such as machine guns, semi-automatic rifles and assault rifles fired a dense stream of bullets at Captain Chernenko's building.

Captain Chernenko frantically returned fire into the distance with the Bobosha 41 charge in his hand, and in the fierce battle, out of the corner of the captain's eye, he suddenly saw a figure flashing behind the trunk of a willow tree surrounded by a man in front of the right, and the figure was aiming in the direction of himself with a steel pipe weapon on his shoulder.

The captain was quick-eyed and raised his hand to point his gun at the enemy.

A string of bullets flew by, and the enemy fell headlong next to the trunk, but a rocket was fired at the last moment.

The missing rocket flew diagonally over Captain Chernenko's head, hit the wall of the third floor and exploded, kicking up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The last few bullets in the drum are fired, taking out a very threatening enemy, and the captain hears the sound of a firing pin crashing into the air.

Shrinking his head back behind the closet, the captain skillfully removed the drum and threw it to the ground, replacing the Bobosha Type 41 submachine gun in his hand with a new one.

There was a strange crash on the wall behind him, and the captain looked back to see a row of bullet marks, large and small, on the wall.

There was a thud from the closet in front of him, and a body fell headlong on top of the captain.

It's a medics.

At this time, the medic had an extra black hole in his left eye, and the red and white liquid flowed out of the black hole and dripped onto the captain's blue military uniform.

The corpse's jaw, mouth, and neck were hit by bullets, leaving bloody wounds.

Captain Chernenko took off the steel helmet on his head and buckled it to the corpse, covering the corpse's unrecognizable face, raised the submachine gun above the wardrobe with both hands and fired indiscriminately outside, then crawled forward, retreated behind the door of the room, stood up and continued to shoot outward.

Machine gun bullets kept coming, and twice they reached the door of the captain's room, and the captain wittily moved to the next room to continue the fight.

However, the arrival of a behemoth put an end to all the actions of the captain.

Seeing the strange tank with its huge fixed turret and a short, thick cannon in front of it, Captain Chernenko involuntarily stopped what he was doing.

Seeing the big guy turn the body and point the muzzle of the gun at the building where he was, the captain couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and screamed loudly: "Retreat, retreat······"

Shouting loudly, the captain turned around and slipped into the room facing the fjord, saw the empty window, gritted his teeth, and jumped out of the window.

No sooner had his feet left the window than the captain heard a loud bang behind him, and a gust of wind mixed with countless pieces of debris shot out and struck the captain in the back.

The captain, who was in the air, felt as if he had been punched in the back by a fast boxer countless times in succession, and his body involuntarily lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The pain stretched from his left leg and knee to his waist, and the captain spat out a mouthful of blood, and the submachine gun in his hand did not know where it flew.

It was dark, and the young captain fainted.

About ten minutes later, a Grizzly assault gun drove past the rubble-reduced three-story building, followed by a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms.

A lieutenant walked up to the unconscious Captain Chernenko and put his right index finger to the captain's nose for a moment.

"This guy is an officer, he's still alive, call the medics."

Leaving the unconscious Captain Chernenko, the lieutenant got up and looked at Severnaya Bay in front of him, then turned and walked to the Grizzly assault gun, slammed his fist several times on the steel plate of the body.

After a muffled thud, a man emerged from the conning tower on the turret.

The lieutenant raised his head and said to the men in the turret: "Mr. Commander, send a report to the battalion headquarters that we have successfully reached the fjord. ”