Villeen. Captain Schunezel remembered that June 1, 1942, was definitely the most tiring day of his life.

On the night of 31 May, he led 68 of his men to the city of Buzeu and began his work overnight to inspect the city's defenses.

After verification, he clearly realized that the city was surrounded on three sides, and only the north side relied on the Buzeu River to maintain contact with the rear, and there were no bridges on the river, so supplies and personnel could only be transported by small "all-manual" boats such as assault boats and rubber boats.

The positions outside the city were defended by the 181st and 184th Infantry Divisions, and inside the city were the remnants of the 8th Mechanized Army and the 113th Infantry Division.

After the inspection, Schunezel sincerely felt that both the strategic situation of the Soviet army in the city of Buzeu and the arrangements made by the defenders for the upcoming battle pointed to a consequence, the city of Buzeu would inevitably be conquered by the Germans.

As a member of the loyal NKVD forces, since you are involved in the battle to defend the city of Buzeu, you cannot be intimidated by the dangerous situation.

Hearing that the Germans would attack on June 1, Schunezel could not take a break, so he returned to the headquarters of the Eighth Mechanized Corps at the scheduled time to meet with his subordinates, and then convened a meeting of his subordinates overnight to draw up a plan to strengthen the city of Buzeu.

The NKVD troops were the defenders of the Bolshevik regime and one of the pillars that supported the edifice of the Soviet Union.

As a member of the NKVD force, Schunezel and his men are not only synonymous with "loyalty" and "fanaticism". Or a representative of the elite units of the Soviet Armed Forces.

They were trained more harshly than the soldiers and officers of the army, navy, and air force, to the point of being inhumane, and they were proficient in almost every combat technique. Especially street fighting tactics. After all, their job was to maintain the stability of Soviet power, and the Soviet Union, as an industrial country, was the most important thing to maintain the stability of the major industrial cities represented by Moscow, Leningrad and Kiev.

As an expert in street fighting, the training of Schunezel and his men came in handy.

In the early morning of June 1, before dawn, Honezel and his men hurried to various neighborhoods of Buzeu with their respective tasks. Instruct the local garrison to strengthen and build fortifications.

As soon as the arming began, Honezel found that their troops faced a series of problems.

The first and biggest challenge is that time is of the essence.

Just like the information he got. The general attack of the German army began as scheduled, and listening to the continuous sound of artillery outside the city, Schunezel thought that he was surrounded by thunderstorm clouds.

Looking up at the sky, the air forces of the Soviet Union, Germany and Romania were already in a mess. I couldn't tell each other apart, and all I had in the blue sky was iron, blood, and fire.

One day or two days? Not knowing how long the infantry positions on the periphery would last, Honezel and his men urged the 113th Infantry Division and the remnants of the Eighth Mechanized Corps to hurry up and repair the fortifications.

After the rush repair work began, Honezel and his men faced one problem after another.

First of all, he and his subordinates only entered the city of Buzeu last night, and they did not know the distribution of the city's streets and topography.

The second was the lack of war supplies, and finally the lack of manpower and the hostility of the Romanians in the city.

If you are not familiar with the terrain, you can slowly explore the map, and if you are not enough to prepare for war, you can collect it on the spot, and Schunezel gives full play to his subjective initiative.

With a loud bang, big feet or gun butts slammed into the door. The Soviet soldiers were ordered to break down the doors and storm into the homes of residents, including large wardrobes, suitcases, quilts, desks and even furoshiki. All furniture deemed valuable was requisitioned by Schinnerzel.

Trucks of the 8th Mechanized Division traveled between the city and the riverbank north of the city, and truckloads of dirt and river sand were transported to the city.

Furniture such as large wardrobes and writing desks were filled with dirt and river sand and then thrown into the streets as obstacles to block the enemy's advance.

Suitcases, quilts, and furoshiki were filled with dirt or sand and used as sandbags, which were stacked at the windows facing the street to form makeshift machine-gun emplacements.

The entrance to the building was blocked with masonry or rubble, and the balcony of the building became a heavy machine-gun emplacement. The roof of the building becomes a habitat for observation posts and snipers.

Next to the Soviet soldiers in each position, a large number of grenades, anti-tank grenades and Molotov cocktails were placed.

Anti-tank guns and tanks also squatted at the corner of the main road. The muzzle of the gun was pointed to the south, where the Germans might appear.

In the midst of his busyness, Schunezel heard bad news one after another.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the observation post on the building south of the city sent information that the Germans had broken through the defensive positions on the outskirts of the city almost on all fronts, and that a large number of enemy infantry was advancing towards the city.

Riding in his Gas-61-40 convertible, Honezel hurried to the south of the city, climbed up to the building where the observation post was located, and just in time to see the infantrymen swarming towards the city.

"Our mission ends here, and the battle is handed over to the 113th Division and the Eighth Mechanized Corps."

Schunezel ordered his men to regroup and return to the headquarters of the 8th Mechanized Corps in the north of the city to protect Ryabeschev.

The infantry of the Romanian 7th Infantry Division was the first to charge into the city of Buzeu and ran headlong into the carefully laid down killing formation of Venezel.

On Basescu Street, the Romanian soldiers found that the entire street had been turned into a battlefield, every house was a pillbox, and the Maxim heavy machine guns and Deggalev light machine guns rained down on them, and any humanoid objects exposed to the empty streets were strafed.

Throwing down a pile of corpses, the Romanian soldiers frantically stormed the houses on both sides of the street, only to find that most of them were tightly locked, or clogged with masonry and all sorts of strange "sandbags".

In order to avoid the deadly rain of bullets, the Romanian soldiers, with red eyes, grabbed the butts of their rifles, raised their big feet, and destroyed all the obstacles blocking their way of escape.

After being subjected to sudden machine-gun fire, the four Romanian soldiers were lucky enough to find that there was no door in a shop on the right side of the road, and they rushed there with all directions wide open.

The fastest runner was a young private. The moment he stepped into the door with his right foot, he didn't notice the tripstring crossing the threshold.

The right ankle tugged at the tripstring and detonated the thunderbolts hidden on either side of the threshold.

"Boom" two explosions. Surrounded by fire and smoke, the young Romanian soldier flew out of the shop covered in blood, and fell into the street, wailing and convulsing on his back.

The nearest soldier who followed him was also affected, rolling on the ground clutching his lower abdomen and shouting, red blood staining his red uniform, dripping through his fingers in the streets.

The two soldiers at the back subconsciously turned around and fled, but fell into the net of fire woven by the machine-gun bullets. In the blink of an eye, the two hapless comrades turned into dead bodies one step ahead.

Another group of Romanian soldiers rushed to the bottom of a two-story building facing the street, and the leader of the group habitually pressed the doorknob. Luckily, the door was unlocked.

Pushing the door slammed, he was once again pleased to find that the door had not been blocked from the inside.

He was so immersed in fear and ecstasy that he didn't notice that a thin metal wire led from the doorknob to the upper right corner of the door, igniting a Type -1 fragmentation grenade.

The fuse snorted and smoked white. Four seconds flew by, and the shock wave formed by the explosion of 60 grams of explosives instantly turned the pineapple-shaped cast iron shell of the grenade into deadly fragments and shot at the Romanian soldiers at the door.

On the streets, Romanian soldiers were horrified to discover that if the door of a building was open or half-open, there must be a grenade-made mine hidden behind the door, or a mine attached to the sides of the tripstring.

The corpses of the Romanian soldiers lay all over the streets and in front of the houses, and there were wounded soldiers everywhere who were bloody but still breathing.

The surviving Luo soldiers fled in a hurry to a safe location such as a street corner. Finally touched by the screams of his comrades, the anger immediately burned.

The artillerymen were courageous, they joined the battle with 75-mm infantry guns pressed against the edge of the street. The muzzles of the guns were pointed at the windows or balconies of the buildings that had been turned into pillboxes on the opposite side, and where the high-explosive shells fell, dust and bricks were scattered, and in some cases light and heavy machine guns or the corpses of Soviet soldiers flew out of the windows.

Seeing the infantry artillery in full swing, the morale of the Romanian soldiers was greatly boosted. Wait for the infantry artillery to take out all the Soviet troops on the opposite building, and then charge.

However, the Soviets were not intimidated by infantry artillery. They had long been prepared for the reaction of the Romanian army.

On the higher floors of the building, or simply on the rooftop, Soviet snipers were not hiding.

Taking advantage of the angle brought by the height, they put the Luo army's gun gloves into the scope and shot them one by one.

In some windows, Soviet infantry even set up anti-tank rifles, pierced artillery shields with sharp armor-piercing shells, and hunted down the gunners behind.

Soon the streets were filled with the rumbling of motors, and Romanian tanks were on display.

Two Type 35T tanks drove up Basescu Avenue one after the other, alternately covering and rushing deeper into the city.

Approaching the Soviet-controlled building, two 35T tanks stopped one after another, raised their barrels, and smashed 37-mm shells one after another in the direction they thought the Soviets were present, and dust, gunsmoke and fire shrouded Basescu Street.

The appearance of two Type 35T tanks revived the morale of the Romanian infantry, which had just fallen.

However, the appearance of tanks was still expected by the Soviet army, and the Type 35T tanks that rushed to the front were the first to be attacked.

The weak armor could not stop the attack of the armor-piercing shells, and the 14.5 mm caliber armor-piercing shells easily tore through the front armor, which was only 25 mm thick, and turned the 35t into an iron coffin.

The 35T tank in the back hurriedly reversed and retreated because of the long distance of parking, and was knocked out by the bullet of the anti-tank gun, wanting to stay away from the battlefield.

However, on the other side of the street, amid the rumbling vibrations, a KV-1 tank turned the corner, stopped behind a barrier made of various furniture, turned the turret to lock on to the Romanian tank, fired two shots, and smashed the second Type 35T tank into scrap metal, and then swaggered back behind the building.

Until dark, the offensive of the 7th Infantry Division of the Romanian Army on Basescu Street advanced less than 200 meters.

On the right flank of the 7th Infantry Division, the 14th Infantry Division, which was attacking along the railway line that crossed the city, advanced about 400 meters, but then came under Soviet flank fire from the left flank and a counter-attack from Soviet tanks from the front, and had to retreat in disarray, and the 7th Infantry Division pulled the battle line.

The T-34 and KV-1 were vulnerable to the Germans, but they were transformed in the face of the Romanians, and each tank could block a street under the cover of infantry on both sides of the street; The KV-1, in particular, is as impassable and indestructible as the majestic Alps.

Whether it is the 25mm anti-tank gun in the hands of the Romanian infantry, or the 35mm gun on the 35T or R-37 tank, it is as ridiculous as a toy gun in the face of these two tanks.

The battlefield was full of dense buildings, and the Romanian army could not attack the flank of the Soviet tanks in a roundabout way, and could only watch the enemy show off their might.

In the military headquarters of the Eighth Mechanized Army, Xiuzener received telegrams forwarded one after another, and his heart was full of pride.

To the southwest and south of Buzeu, two Romanian infantry divisions were blocked at the entrance to the city, unable to advance even with great sacrifices.

The killing field carefully set up by himself and his subordinates came in handy, and years of hard training paid off at this moment.

Looking at the quietly falling night, the only fly in the ointment felt by Schunezel was the battle report from the southeast of the city.

The remnants of the 184th and 181st Infantry Divisions were squeezed southeast of the city by the Germans, most of them had surrendered, and only a very small part took advantage of the gaps in the German encirclement to escape back to the city, so small that they could not even make up a company.

The sacrifices of the 181st and 184th divisions were not meaningless, they slowed down the progress of the German attack on the city.

After the 23rd Panzer Division, the 74th Infantry Division, and Hitler's Youth Division had wiped out the Soviet infantry outside the city, night had fallen on the battlefield.

If the Germans dared to attack the city of Buzeu at night, they must let them know how powerful they are.

The suffering of the 181st and 184th divisions would soon below the Germans.

Staring at his bloodshot eyes, Honezel thought confidently.

The good news soon came that the Germans showed no sign of attacking the city, and Schunezel was ecstatic.

In one night, he could get much-needed reinforcements and strategic supplies through the Buzeu River, turning the city of Buzeu into an even more terrifying killing field, waiting for the Germans to send them to his door, and then he could easily kill them like a Siberian wolf.

The city of Buzeu could be captured, but the Germans would have to leave at least 10,000 corpses and three times as many wounded soldiers.

Thinking of this, the tiredness of Schunezel's body was swept away.

Recruiting his men, Schunezel divided them into two teams.

"Tomorrow after dawn, the Germans will certainly launch an attack on the city from the southeast, and we must use this night to strengthen the defenses there. Do not be afraid of fatigue, go there and continue to guide the garrison. ”

Fifty men of the first team were sent away, and then he personally drove with eighteen other men to the ferry port to the north to see if any deserters had escaped by night, and to welcome the arrival of reinforcements. (To be continued)