The 250 light armored vehicles of the reconnaissance company rushed to the front of the battle group, rounding up the fleeing Soviet infantry along the way.

The scouts shouted in strangely sounded Russian, repeating the few words they didn't know.

"I see you, surrender or shoot."

In the wilderness, the legs of the Soviet infantry could not outrun the armored vehicles at all, so they could only throw away their weapons, stop running, and walk towards the scouts with their hands raised.

The Soviet soldiers, who were hiding in the grass and lying in the wheat fields, did not escape the sharp eyes of the scouts, and one by one they were pulled out of their hiding places and joined the ranks of the prisoners of war in despair.

Those soldiers who were lucky enough to be left unmoved in dark corners despite how the Germans shouted, and then they were machine-gunned and forever deprived of the ability to move.

Clearing the way of the attack, the scouts rushed to the vicinity of the town of Zapolus and, instead of attacking immediately, turned themselves into artillery observation posts.

Radio waves came and went on both sides of the Berezina River, and on the positions of the artillery regiments of the Guard Flag Division, the thick barrels of wild bees and wasps slowly raised themselves, and then let out a roar.

Scouts near the town of Zapolus heard a pleasant whistling sound, and tons of shells flew across the Berezina River and flew down into the town of Zapolus.

The scene of Soviet artillery raging the town of Vistlova immediately appeared on the heads of the Soviet troops, and more than forty gray miniature mushroom clouds rose at the same time, instantly covering the town of Zapolus.

Countless earth, branches, blades of grass, and broken bricks flew into the sky, and the smoke and dust hung over the town, and everything looked foggy and hazy.

Captain Piper and his men then rushed outside the town and took advantage of the fact that the Soviets in the town were being suppressed by artillery fire, and 81mm mortars were erected. The machine gunners also searched for suitable terrain and aimed their guns at the town of Zapolus, while the armored vehicles of the reconnaissance company turned their heads to the north of the town, and three No. 3 assault guns followed them.

When everything was ready, Captain Piper's men bent over and quickly approached the town of Zapolus, which was covered in artillery fire. Until they think the critical distance, if they go any further, there is a possibility that they will be accidentally injured by their own artillery fire.

When the time was ripe, Captain Piper decisively called off the shelling, and the snorting of MG42 machine guns and mortar fire replaced the heavy artillery, and the infantry jumped out of the wheat fields and rushed into the town as they fired.

As Captain Piper had predicted, the Soviet tanks in the town were depleted in the first two battles. There were no tanks on the edge of the town, only the glow of machine guns and artillery fire, and the occasional mortar shell falling into the charging German ranks.

A 45-mm anti-tank gun crouched on the side of a road southwest of the village, firing frantically at the Germans, aiming at the No. 3 assault gun on the battlefield, but was hit on the head by a 75mm grenade, and the gunner was either killed or wounded, and lay on the gun position.

An even more powerful 76.2 mm anti-tank gun was hidden behind a pyre directly west of the village. Two shots were fired in succession, destroying a No. 3 assault gun. However, it was then attacked by an 81-mm mortar shell, and the gunner was killed and wounded.

Two anti-tank guns were destroyed, and the Soviet troops in the village lost their powerful weapons to resist the assault guns, and the No. 3 assault guns on the battlefield were able to let go of their hands and feet. Shrapnel flew sideways, and the machine gunner's body was torn apart.

The Soviet firepower network was breached, and the Waffen-SS soldiers rushed into the town of Zapolus, fighting the Soviets in the town house by house. In the ruins of the town, German soldiers in brown, yellow and green camouflage and Soviet soldiers in grass-green uniforms mingled, firing at each other with submachine guns, assault rifles and pistols, and grenades also dragging white smoke and dust, flying over the corners of houses or broken walls, bringing death to the enemy on the opposite side.

Seeing that the infantry in the vanguard had rushed into the town, Captain Piper decisively sent an infantry company as a reserve, intending to take the town in one go, but suddenly a terrifying whistling sound sounded in the sky.

"Lie down, lie down." Captain Piper shouted at the troops with a hideous face.

Captain Piper shouted and jumped out of the car and flew into the gutter by the side of the road.

The infantrymen in the charge instantly lay down in large numbers, mostly experienced veterans and recruits around them who heard their alerts.

However, some of the recruits were still defenseless, covered by the sudden artillery fire, and the severed limbs and arms flew into the air with the air waves, and then fell to the earth.

Damn Soviet artillerymen again, I must find you and let you know the consequences of angering me.

Captain Piper crouched in the gutter, gritting his teeth at thought.

Reinforcements in the town were interrupted by Soviet artillery fire, and Captain Piper looked angrily at the infantry company outside the town that was pinned down by artillery fire, and then to the north of the town of Zapolus.

Fortunately, the reconnaissance company made a detour back to the north of the town, and since the attention of the Soviet artillery was focused on itself, their roundabout outflanking should be relatively smooth.

North of the town of Zapoles, Captain Nietzsche jumped off the No. 3 assault gun, trotted after the assault gun, and used the No. 3 assault gun as cover to launch the charge.

The fierce fighting in the town was stalemate, and he was convinced that as long as they rushed into the town, the Soviet troops in the town would be gone.

The attention of the Soviet troops in the town was drawn to the street fighting, and Captain Nietzsche and the scouts rushed into the town with a single charge.

Attacked from both sides by the Germans, the Soviet troops in the town could no longer hold on and fled.

The Waffen-SS soldiers mercilessly opened fire on the exposed backs of the Soviet soldiers, knocking them to the ground.

Captain Nietzsche joined in the pursuit, but was forced to stop.

With an incomparably familiar loud bang, a 250 light armored vehicle chasing in front of him was engulfed in flames, and the entire hull exploded into parts.

The MG42 machine gun on the roof of the car spun around Captain Nietzsche and smashed into the body of a German soldier next to him, who immediately fell to the ground with blood and flesh flying to the ground.

What's going on? Captain Nietzsche hid behind a building, observing the situation on the battlefield and searching his memory for the loud noise.

As if it were the sound of a 152-mm grenade firing on the KV-2, Captain Nietzsche struggled to remember the source of that loud noise.

That's right, it's KV-2, Captain Nietzsche looked over the wreckage of the 250 light armored vehicle and kept searching the front of the street.

It wasn't until the second loud bang sounded and a house was destroyed, along with two German soldiers next to it, that Captain Nietzsche found the KV-2 to exist.

At the end of the street there is an open field with small cranes and some tank parts scattered on the ground, which looks like a small tank repair shop.

Behind the rear of a T-34 tank is a boxy turret, like a huge public toilet on the streets of Berlin, in the shape of the KV-2's turret, with a 152mm tank gun with a black hole in the turret facing the street, and the smoke of gunfire wafting around it.

Where did this guy come from, and why didn't he go to war just now?

Kill it, you can't let it block the way.

Captain Nietzsche made up his mind, rushed through the street, over two houses, moved to another street, and quietly groped towards the end of the street. (To be continued.) )