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On June 2, the second awakening of Schunezel was a painful awakening.

Enduring the tingling pain in his back, Schunezel gasped for breath and found himself lying in the back of a gas truck.

He tried to prop himself up with his hands, but he felt the pain of his left shoulder as if it was about to break off every time he moved.

Struggling to prop himself up with his right hand, Honezel heard a voice behind him.

"Comrade Captain, don't move, the wound on your back is serious, it's better to lie on your stomach."

Feeling the sharp pain in his back, Honezel stopped being reckless, and obediently lay down in the carriage, turning his head to look around.

Not counting him, there were six people sitting in the carriage, four of whom were wounded, a medic with a red cross armtop on his left arm, and a soldier of the NKVD unit in a blue military uniform.

"Where are we going?" Schunezel asked the medics.

"We are on our way to the ferry, and you and these comrades are seriously injured and must be evacuated to the field hospital in the rear for treatment, otherwise your life may be in danger.

Badly wounded in his left arm and back, Schunezel had no choice but to lie there and listen to the roar of gunfire outside the carriage.

It was really unwilling to end this battle without even knowing what the Germans looked like.

Enduring the pain of the wound and the unwillingness to suffer from the heart, Shunezel was pulled to the ferry by truck.

It was the sergeant who had taken refuge with him in the car.

He stopped the truck, jumped out of the cockpit, and ran to the back of the car to help the medic help the wounded get out of the car.

After getting off the train, Schunezel leaned into the car and looked at the docks. I saw that the pier more than 200 meters wide was crowded with people.

Waiting for the wounded to wait for the ship to withdraw to the rear. Reinforcements who had just crossed the Buzeu River by boat from the rear were mixed. The noise makes the pier as noisy as a wet market.

With an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle on crutch in his right hand, Schunezel staggered to join the ranks of the wounded, waiting in line to get on the boat and cross the river.

Behind them, about two platoons of infantry lined up and left the dock to march towards the city.

Schunezel looked at the sky worriedly, fortunately, the air force fighters came in time, and there should be no fear of the German air force bombing this ferry. The only thing to worry about was the shelling of the Germans.

Assault boats and rubber boats weave through the banks of the Buzeu River, and the line of Schunazel is getting shorter and shorter.

As he saw that it was about to be his turn to get on the boat, he suddenly burst out like gunfire behind him.

As a veteran, he heard the gunfire very close to him, only three or four hundred meters away, and it definitely did not come from the city of Buzeu.

"Puff Bang Da"

The sound of mortar-shell explosions, the strafing of the Deggalev machine gun was also heard.

Schunezel hurriedly turned around and ran up the dirt slope on the bank of the river, and looked with his telescope in the direction where the gunfire had come from, and saw seven or eight armored vehicles flashing in the grass to the east and southeast, and there were many figures flickering behind the armored vehicles.

Hundreds of Soviet soldiers were lying on the side of the road. Use the undulating terrain as cover to stop the enemy from approaching.

Looking at the style of the armored car, it is certainly not your own people. The army of the Romanians was not capable of appearing here, and the other side had only one identity, the Germans.

In shock, Schunezel instantly forgot all the pain in his body.

Where did these Germans come from? How many are there?

More and more people on the dock had noticed the gunfire near the pier, panic quickly spread through the crowd, and the wounded waiting to retreat rushed to the river in panic, snatching the boats with their remaining strength, and even the soldiers who maintained order at the dock fell into a panic, forgetting their duties, and fled to the river to jump on the boats to flee for their lives.

I don't know who shouted wildly: "Tanks, the tanks of the Germans are coming." ”

Schunezel was so angry that he almost fainted, didn't that guy think the dock was chaotic enough, and even mistook the Germans' armored vehicles for tanks, and shouted indiscriminately.

As he had expected, the crowd on the docks was even more chaotic, cursing and arguing as they rushed to the river to grab the boats, or jumped into the water and swam across the river with their limbs.

No one could tell whether the news was true or false, and they had only one thought in their minds, to flee to the other side of the river, to avoid the German tanks.

Annoyed, Honezel turned around and walked to the river, pulled the bolt and clicked the bullet into the chamber, slamming several rounds into the sky, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"The wounded get on board first, and whoever dares to grab the boat with the wounded will be shot immediately. The people who have weapons come with me, and cooperate with the comrades behind to block the attack. Schunezel roared.

The special blue military uniform, hideous face, and semi-automatic rifle in his hand on Schunezel shocked everyone on the docks.

The NKVD soldier who came with him rushed out of the crowd and stood beside him, and the muzzle of the **sha submachine gun in his hand was also pointed at the crowd at the dock.

Under the strong deterrence of Schunezel, more and more people came out of the crowd to stand beside him.

The dock management also regained their composure and redirected the wounded to line up to board the ship.

More than thirty recruits from across the river joined his ranks.

Seeing that order was basically restored to the docks, Honezel left the NKVD soldiers to stay and continue to maintain order on the docks, and waved to the others: "Follow me and kill the Germans behind." ”

Schunezel led the gathered forty men to join the battle with great vigour, but soon found that the situation on the battlefield had changed, and there were five or six more armored vehicles in the camp of the Germans opposite.

The entrance to the southeastern wilderness of the city must have been lost, otherwise there would not have been so many Germans rushing here in armored vehicles.

Opposite Schunezel, Sergeant Gustav lay on the front of the SDKFZ armored car, waved his hand and shouted to Fleischer behind him: "We have arrived, get out of the car." ”

Fleischer immediately opened the rear door, and a squad of soldiers jumped out of the car one after another, and then each found a position in the grass to the left of the armored car to join the battle.

They were still divided into two groups, with Fleischer commanding the machine-gun crew responsible for suppressing the fire of the Soviet troops on the opposite side, and Gustav himself leading five riflemen to charge.

MG251 and MG42 machine guns in the nose of fourteen SDKFZ34 armored vehicles. As well as machine guns in the hands of infantry squads. Weave a deadly web of fire with bullets. It was draped over the heads of the Soviet infantry on the opposite side, so that they could not lift their heads.

The German infantry took advantage of the opportunity to quickly take advantage of the terrain and leap forward to the Soviet positions.

After leading his men to rush more than 30 meters, Gustav flew behind a dirt slope, waved a rifleman, and then pointed at a Soviet light machine gun.

The rifleman reached for a scope from his right waist, attached it to the G-42 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at the machine gun.

Two gunshots rang out in succession, and Gustav saw that the main and secondary shooters of the machine gun seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer. Trembling and lying behind the machine gun, he jumped out of the trench and continued to rush to the opposite side.

Seeing the German troops and armored vehicles on the opposite side approaching their positions more and more, the pressure on the hearts of the Soviet soldiers increased.

When they saw a fierce figure appear behind the German infantry, their heart's endurance finally reached a critical value.

"Tanks, tanks of the Germans." Finally someone shouted.

Because of the speed, the tanks of the first company of the 501st Heavy Armored Battalion arrived on the battlefield later than the armored vehicles, but it became the last straw that broke the Soviet defense line.

Lowering the muzzle, the high-explosive shells fired by the E-40 tank set off a bloody storm on the Soviet positions, and the Soviet troops near the place where the shells landed were blown to pieces.

After the E-40 tank fired two volleys. The makeshift patchwork of Soviet reinforcements could no longer hold on, and ran away from the battlefield with frantic shouts.

German tanks were seen to appear. Captain Schunezel also knew that there was no point in resisting, flesh and blood could not fight against the steel body of a tank after all.

Throwing down his inaccessible semi-automatic rifle, Schunezel pulled out the TT-33 pistol on his waist and opened fire as he followed the rout towards the riverbank.

Following the rout to the riverbank, Honezel saw that the dock was in chaos again, and there was no possibility of boarding the boat to evacuate, so he could only endure the severe pain of the wound and lie on the slope of the river bank with a pistol, using the grass as cover.

Schunezel scanned the battlefield as he opened fire, and the assault group of German infantry tanks and armored vehicles was getting closer and closer to the riverbank, almost running over to the dock.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a German soldier kneeling on one knee, holding his gun against his shoulder and pointing in his direction, and he hurriedly shrank his head and retreated.

A barrage of bullets landed where he had taken refuge, and green blades of grass flew everywhere in the dirt, splashing Schunezel all over his head and body.

When the shooting from the opposite side stopped, Captain Schunezel cautiously looked up in the direction where the Germans were.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a agile figure rapidly enlarge in his eyes.

The figure was dressed in a patchwork of rags, holding a weapon that looked like a submachine gun, and under the steel helmet was a face with a Hitlerian mustache.

Subconsciously raised his hand to shoot at the German soldier, but Schunezel heard a crackling sound from the chamber of the pistol in his hand.

It was the sound of a firing pin hitting the air, and there were no more bullets in the pistol.

Too late to curse why the pistol ran out of bullets at this critical moment, Schunezel jumped to his feet, rounded his arm with mortal determination, and smashed the pistol handle on the head of the German soldier.

The German soldier crossed his gun to block the final blow from Honezel and kicked him in the chest.

In the midst of the pain, Honezel felt his body fly upside down like a cloud, and fell into the river with a thud, before losing consciousness.

Sergeant Gustav saw the officer, who was dressed in a blue uniform and looked different from other Soviet soldiers, fall into the water, and raised his assault rifle to his undulating body in the river and pulled the trigger.

There was a "click", and the firing pin hit the air.

Gustav put the assault rifle with a new magazine and took aim again, only to find that the guy in the blue uniform had been swept away by the river, so he could only shoot two bursts and turn to participate in another battle.

Five minutes later, the pier was occupied by the Germans, more than a hundred Soviet soldiers and wounded who had not had time to flee were captured, and the Soviet troops in the city of Buzeu lost the last access to the rear. (To be continued......)