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North of the city of Buzeu, on the north bank of the Bouzeu River, on the road from the city of Topliceny to the city of Buzeu.

A Gas-61-40 open-top staff officer rushed to the riverbank at a gallop, followed by ten Gas-type AA trucks.

Captain Schunezel stood in the passenger seat, holding the windshield of the convertible with his left hand and pointing his TT-33 pistol at the sky with his right hand.

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed above the ranks of infantry, and the shouts of Honezel followed.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, let's cross first, don't get in the way."

The distinctive blue uniform of Honezel and the ferocious look on his pistol wielding were so effective that wherever the convoy passed, the infantry column automatically sunk into the left side of the road, and the convoy drove unhindered to the north bank of the Buzeu.

Without a door, Schunezel jumped out of the convertible on his long legs and waved to the truck behind him, and ten gas trucks stopped on the side of the road in turn.

Schunezel looked up at the east and west sides of the road, with its long stretches of trenches, scattered foxholes, and artillery positions hiding under camouflage nets.

White smoke rose from parts of the position, and seeing the infantry lining up with lunch boxes, Schunezel realized that it was dinner time.

"Sorry, comrades, I know you are hungry and I am hungry, but we don't have time to finish eating. On the other side of the river is our destination, the city of Buzeu, and we must cross the river immediately to complete our mission, and hold on for a while while until we finish our meal on the other side of the river. ”

Schunezel inserted the pistol into the holster. Walk to the river bank with two sergeants.

On the river, seventeen or eighteen rubber boats and assault boats were traveling back and forth between the banks, and Schunezel approached the ferry manager. He first reported his identity and intentions, and then said: "My troops have one hundred and ten people, and they must cross the river immediately. The highway bridge was blown up by the Germans, why didn't the sappers build pontoons. ”

In charge of maintaining order at the ferry was an old major with a gray-white beard.

He pointed to both sides of the river beach and said, "Do you see those sappers, bulldozers, and things lying on the riverbank, they are busy fighting those butterfly demons, and they don't have time to erect pontoon bridges. Not to mention the air force of the Germans"

"Boom" Two explosions sounded, and Schunezel's body involuntarily trembled a few times.

It was as if someone was throwing a grenade. Schunezel turned his head to look at the river bank on his left, where the explosion was coming from.

The banks of the river were densely scattered with countless brick-red bombs, and this object had two tiled wings, and a metal rod thirty or forty centimeters long protruded from the middle of the wings. The metal rod is connected to the underside of this cylindrical grenade-sized explosive section.

In the densest places, the density of these bombs reaches two to three per square meter.

The old major tilted his head and looked at the scene of the explosion, and said with palpitations: "Fortunately, no one was injured this time, these butterfly demons are really hateful, they fall from the sky like butterflies, they will explode when they are thirty or forty meters above the ground, and they will explode when they first hit the ground, lying on the ground, if people don't touch it, it will explode from time to time."

Schunezel listened to the old major's nagging. While sketching the scene that the old major talked about in his heart, a chill suddenly surged up in the soles of his feet, and he was full of worries about the upcoming battle.

The Germans certainly far outnumbered the Romanians in combat effectiveness. This vicious butterfly bomb alone can be seen.

In order to complete this mission, I don't know how many new German weapons I and my subordinates will have to face, and we will definitely suffer heavy losses.

"Thankfully, those four bulldozers will allow the sapper boys to safely dispose of these butterfly demons and open a path to the riverbank, otherwise no one would have wanted to pass through here." The old major said.

Pointing to the three assault boats that were about to dock, Schunezel said, "I need these three boats. Let my people go first. ”

"No problem." The old major said.

Two of the old major's privates grabbed their hooks and hooked the nearest assault boat. Pull the assault boat towards the shore.

The seven officers and soldiers on board jumped onto the riverbank, and Schunezel was the first to jump onto the assault boat, followed by two attendants and four soldiers, who consciously picked up their oars and rowed hard to the opposite shore.

The other two assault boats rowed to the shore were also requisitioned by Schunezel's men, and they rowed south after Schunezel, while the other soldiers stood on the river beach and waited.

Just over thirty meters away from the riverbank, Honezel's right ear twitched a few times, and he looked up at the sky sharply.

Shelling! Take cover!

Schunezel shouted to the riverbank behind him, his handsome face full of hideousness.

Nearly fifty gray-white gunpowder smoke rose on the river beach and the bank almost at the same time, instantly covering all humanoid objects on the river beach and the bank.

White columns of water and yellow river sand fountains burst into the sky, with three or four large blue brimmed hats sandwiched in the middle.

Under the impact of the powerful air waves, 178 soldiers flew into the river with their hands and feet, and some soldiers were cut into pieces by shrapnel in the air, and the broken corpses fell into the river with crackles, and the blood instantly stained a large area of the river.

The shells came and went as fast as they could, and after three rapid fires, there were no more standing humanoids to be seen by the river.

The corpses and wounded lay on the shore, and on the black and reddened river, the wounded were also desperately struggling to cry for help, and the wails were clearly heard in the ears of Venezel.

"Send us to the other side first, and then go back to save people." Schunezel's face was grim.

Seeing his expression, the four rowing soldiers rowed desperately their oars, and the assault boat shot like an arrow to the opposite shore, leaving two split white waves at the stern.

After rowing more than 30 meters on the surface of the river, without waiting for the assault boat to land, Schunezel pressed the side of the boat with his left hand, twisted his body and jumped into the waist-high water, and staggered towards the opposite bank.

The other soldiers in the assault boat jumped into the water in his example, and the assault boat immediately returned to the other side to save the people.

After about an hour and a half of busywork, the wounded from the German artillery bombardment were rescued and sent to the field hospital in the rear, and the surviving subordinates were also sent to the south bank of the Buzeu River.

After the count, Schunezel sadly found that the bombardment had taken away forty-one of his one hundred and nine men, including him, who had not yet seen a shadow of the Germans, and that the one hundred and ten men had been reduced by more than a third.

Seeing the listless expressions of his subordinates, Schunezel clenched the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand and said loudly: "Comrades, we want the Germans to use their corpses to repay this blood debt and avenge the sacrificed comrades." Follow me, let's go settle accounts with the Germans. ”

Twenty minutes later, in a four-story basement in the northernmost part of the city of Buzeu, Honezel successfully found the target of his trip, the headquarters of the Eighth Mechanized Army.

"Comrade Commander, we have been ordered to come to the city of Buzeu to supervise the battle and protect the safety of you and the military headquarters of the Eighth Mechanized Army."

After saluting Ryabishev, Schunezel handed over an order with a red official seal.

"You've worked hard, Comrade Honazel." Ryabishev was very unimpressed by the guys in blue uniforms in front of him, and said coldly.

After a few polite greetings between the two, Ryabesev first arranged for a belated dinner for Schunezel and his men, and then responded to Schunezel's request to send them to inspect the deployment of various troops in the city of Buzeu.

After agreeing on a rendezvous time with his subordinates, Honazel and two of his men marched through the city of Buzeu to the position of the 184th Infantry Division in the south of the city, which was responsible for garrisoning the outlying positions of the city.

The 184th Infantry Division had already been informed, and the personnel of the political and industrial departments took Schunezel to the division headquarters, and then took him to inspect all parts of the position overnight.

Schunezel made his way to a semi-underground bunker and leaned on the lookout to look south, but was obscured by the darkness of the night.

"When do you think the Germans will attack?" Schunezel asked.

"Tomorrow morning." Said the political workers who followed Shonezel.

"How do you know?"

"The leaflets of the Germans told me that they told us to surrender and the deadline was twelve o'clock tonight." (To be continued)