Under the bombardment of the artillery of the Imperial Division, the original turbulent offensive of the Soviet army collapsed in an instant, and the corpses of countless Soviet infantry lay on the ground.

The Soviet tank units suffered relatively light losses in the artillery fire, and only a few of the four tanks were paralyzed in place due to the shells that damaged their walking gears.

The rest of the tanks were still rushing towards the German positions with great momentum, but they did not notice that they had lost the infantry behind them.

Hidden in the corners of the house and behind the bushes, the No. 3 assault gun was not polite to the target sent to the door, and used accurate artillery skills to kill the Soviet tanks one by one.

The Soviet tanks that narrowly escaped the ambush of the No. 3 assault gun and rushed to the paratrooper position were also reduced to a pile of scrap steel under the siege of Iron Fist and tank killer rockets.

When the artillery of the Imperial Division stopped firing, the ground battlefield soon fell silent, with only sporadic gunfire and more of the wails of the wounded.

Corporal Kurt glanced at the tank to the left of the foxhole, next to which three bodies lay down.

The three Soviet tankers tried to abandon their vehicles and flee after the tank was destroyed, but Kurt targeted them and fell to death on the battlefield during his point fire.

Sitting in the trench with his comrades in his arms, Corporal Kurt smoked a cigarette while waiting for the next battle to begin, knowing full well that the next battle would not end so easily.

In boredom, the two raised their heads and watched the battle in the sky.

At some point, the battle in the sky had changed, and the Soviet Air Force was no longer alone in a one-man show.

Fighter jets with iron crosses painted under the wings soared into the sky, strangled with Soviet fighters.

As a veteran. Kurt could recognize the model of the plane in the sky almost at a glance.

It is always used to flying over his head at the height of scraping the ground, and it must be the Il-2. From time to time, it was the PE-2 bomber that launched dive bombing. Needless to say, the hunt for these Russian bombers must be the ME-109, which is the number one star of all the Luftwaffe's fighters.

The air battle was raging, Kurt suddenly heard the shouts of his comrades, and looked in the direction pointed out by his comrades, and another group of planes flew from the east.

Kurt roughly counted the size of the fleet at once, and there were at least fifty of them.

"The Russians are coming again, cheer up."

Kurt said and poked his head out quietly. Looking at the forest to the east, you can vaguely see a figure swaying at the edge of the forest.

Quietly observing the movement of the forest, Kurt's ears once again sounded the thrilling whistling of a large number of cannonballs flying through the sky.

The moment he retracted his head, Corporal Kurt saw several big guys with big square heads rushing out of the forest.

KV-1？ Or KV-2? They finally appeared.

Lighting another cosmic cigarette, Corporal Kurt swallowed the clouds while waiting for the start of the big battle.

The red light of the cigarette butt flashed, and the cigarette had just been half-burned, when Corporal Kurt suddenly raised the corner of his eye, and his gaze flew to the outside of the foxhole. His comrades also rolled their eyes and looked out of the foxhole.

In less than a cigarette, the Russian shelling turned out to be instantly sluggish. Both the density of the explosions and the magnitude of the shaking of the ground are greatly attenuated.

Taking a few puffs of his cigarette and casually throwing the butt of his cigarette out of the foxhole, Corporal Kurt boldly looked out of the foxhole.

The Russian shelling has stopped because five ME-109 combat reconnaissance fighters rushed to the east shortly after the shelling began, looking for Soviet artillery positions.

The threat from the sky curbed the use of Soviet artillery, and soon, behind each ME-109 appeared a "sworn follower", some MiG-3, some LAG-3 fighters.

Kurt didn't know anything about the battle in the distant sky, he only knew that his eyes were densely packed with green figures in the charge, the square ones were KV tanks, the smaller ones were infantry, and the infantry cluster was mixed with some small BT series tanks, maybe BT-5 or BT-7.

Kurt's eyes were full of solemnity, judging from the route of the Soviet tanks in front, at least one KV-1 tank would run over his own foxhole, and two more would pass within twenty meters of the foxhole, provided that these three tanks could rush through the rest of the distance alive.

The Soviet infantry was divided into numerous squads, following behind the tanks, and approached the positions of the paratroopers step by step.

On the KV-1 tank facing Corporal Kurt, the muzzle of the machine gun in the bow erupted in flames, and the bullets fell on the paratroopers' positions like water.

About 200 meters from Corporal Kurt's foxhole, the KV-1 tank made an abrupt stop, the turret turned slightly, and then spewed out a flash of fire and smoke, like the cigarette butt that Corporal Kurt had just thrown away.

A 76.2 mm grenade flew straight into the window of the first floor of a two-story house, sending smoke and wood chips flying, along with the screams of the paratroopers and machine gun crews in the room.

Taking out a German machine-gun crew blocking the way, the KV-1 tank continued to move forward, straight towards the foxhole where Corporal Kurt was.

The bow machine gun kept firing, and the bullets smacked on the ground around the foxhole, and Corporal Kurt and his comrades could only shrink into the foxhole, not daring to show their heads.

At the critical moment, Corporal Kurt once again heard the sound of heavenly artillery fire, of course, from friendly artillery behind him.

Compared to the first battle, the firepower of the artillery of the Imperial Division was also greatly attenuated.

Also threatened by Soviet reconnaissance planes, the artillery battalions of the Imperial Division could only fire in turns, no longer regaining their original might, and relying solely on the power of artillery to crush the Soviet charge.

However, for the paratroopers fighting on the front line, this was enough.

The timely artillery fire of the Imperial Division halted the advance of the Soviet infantry, forcing them to lie down to avoid shrapnel.

Corporal Kurt plucked up his courage and looked out of the trench again, still seeing the charging tank.

Even though he had quickly retracted his head, Kurt still felt a metallic thud from the steel helmet above his head.

Taking off the helmet, Kurt was horrified to see the top center of the helmet. A crack about the length and thickness of an index finger appears.

Thankfully, the bullet was just grazed. Corporal Kurt happily snapped the steel helmet back to his head. Reach for the anti-tank mine placed at your left foot.

"Simon, that guy is getting close to us, see where it goes?" Corporal Kurt shouted.

"Less than twenty meters, safe distance." Simon ventured out and shouted at Kurt.

"Five, four, three・・・・・・" Kurt counted a five-second countdown in his mind, while intently feeling the sound of metal grinding outside the foxhole.

Now is the time. When Corporal Kurt looked up and could already see the top of the turret of the KV-1 tank, he stood up straight with an anti-tank mine and was met by the KV-1's wide tracks.

The distance was too close, and the bow machine gun did not have enough depression angles to threaten Kurt.

At the last moment, Kurt threw the anti-tank mine in his hand under the tracks of the KV-1 tank.

Almost as soon as he retracted into the trench, Corporal Kurt heard a loud and muffled thunderous thud.

A shadow with a gust of wind fell down the trench and was hitting Corporal Kurt's steel helmet.

Kurt's eyes went dark, and countless Venus stars were flying around.

It was the tank tracks that fell into the foxhole.

The enormous power of the anti-tank mine blew off the tank tracks, driven by inertia. Part of the track was thrown out in front of the guide wheels and fell into the foxhole. Gave Corporal Kurt a heavy blow.

Shaking his head for a long time, Corporal Kurt dispelled the Venus and darkness in front of him, and happened to see his side, Simon first glanced at the right side of the foxhole, and then suddenly leaned out, and the iron-fist anti-tank rocket sandwiched under the right armpit flew out with a snort, hitting a charging KV-1 tank in front of the right.

Too late to check the results, Simon retreated back into the foxhole and looked back at Kurt.

"Don't be in a daze, the Ivan have already rushed up." Simon shouted.

Shaking his dazed head, Corporal Kurt grabbed his STG42 assault rifle, stood up, and used the KV-1 tank as cover.

Looking through the gap between the chassis of the tank and the ground, Kurt saw a pair of legs, and seven or eight rapidly approaching figures in the distance.

There was someone on the other side of the tank, and Corporal Kurt fired a burst shot, the bullet flew under the tank, hitting the legs of the pair of black leather boots and green military pants, and a voice wearing a tank cap howled and fell to the ground.

Kurt hit a second penalty shot to end the tankman's pain.

The wreckage of the tank in front of them created a steel bunker for Kurt and Simon, and the gap between the tank's chassis and the ground was the bunker's shooting hole.

The two took turns firing, smashing the corpses of any Soviet soldier who tried to get close to the tank until an accident occurred.

A mortar shell fell from the sky and landed right behind the foxhole, which was covered with smoke and dust.

Kurt was crouching in the trench to change the magazine for his assault rifle when he saw Simon's tall body fall limply backwards, sitting in a foxhole with his head tilted and lying at his feet.

With difficulty helping Simon to sit in the foxhole, Kurt tried Simon's snort.

Alive, Simon alive.

The excitement of Simon's survival didn't have time to form a smile on Kurt's face, and his gaze turned to the sky.

The three red flares were swaying high into the air, incomparably gorgeous against the blue sky, but in Kurt's eyes, they were so out of place.

The three red flares were the agreed signal to retreat, and upon seeing this signal, all paratroopers were to retreat to the west side of the river.

The battle between the paratroopers and the Soviet army has become a stalemate, and the regimental headquarters actually ordered a retreat at this time, wouldn't it be to let the paratroopers expose their backs to the Soviet army?

Kurt glanced at Simon, who was seriously injured in the trench and unconscious, and his eyes wandered around the trench with an anxious gaze.

After staring at Simon for three or four seconds, Kurt gritted his teeth, hung the assault rifle on his chest, picked up Simon's G42 semi-automatic rifle, jumped out of the paratrooper pit, and stuck to the KV-1 tank.

Using the chassis of the KV-1 tank to block his body, Kurt mounted the G42 semi-automatic rifle on the chassis of the tank and fired left and right in turn, instantly running out of ten bullets, and three Soviet infantrymen fell in a pool of blood with spasms.

Drawing two grenades pinned to his waist, Kurtra ignited the fuse and threw it in the direction of the dense number of people nearby.

At the sound of the grenade exploding, Corporal Kurt climbed onto the chassis of the tank, hid behind the turret, fired his assault rifle left and right, and fired at all nearby Soviet infantry trying to approach the tank until the assault rifle in his hand made a firing pin clang.

Corporal Kurt's crazy actions turned the area around the foxhole into a life zone for Soviet infantry.

Seeing the Soviet infantry running in all directions, looking for a place to hide from their firepower, Corporal Kurt reflexively jumped out of the tank, stood beside Simon with an assault rifle on his back, bent down to pick up the unconscious Simon, carried it on his shoulder, and ran west with his back to the KV-1 tank.

Encountering other paratroopers in retreat along the way, Kurt shouted: "Cover me." ”

All the paratroopers who saw Kurt stopped their retreat one after another, each looking for a hidden place to block the pursuing Soviet infantry and tanks.

When Corporal Kurt retreated to the rear with Simon on his shoulder, clouds of green smoke erupted from the battlefield.

A squadron of sixteen ME-110 fighters descended from the sky and swept over the battlefield at an altitude of one or two hundred meters above the ground.

The SD-2 "Demon Egg" spread its bat-like wings and covered the heads of the Russian infantry on the ground, bursting into flames in the sky.

Sharp shrapnel went straight to the ground, mercilessly piercing and cutting the bodies of Soviet infantry on the ground.

After throwing the SD-2 "Devil's Egg", the ME-110 dived again, sweeping the ground with aviation machine guns and cannons to suppress the actions of the Soviet infantry.

Hundreds of paratroopers ran among the buildings and woods and bushes on the east bank of the Agron River, rushing towards the Agron River.

More than a dozen No. 3 assault guns were also mixed in the middle.

"Corporal, come over here." On a No. 3 assault gun, the commander, half exposed, shouted at Kurt.

Rushing to the third assault gun, Corporal Kurt lifted Simon to the commander, who dragged Simon on both shoulders and dragged Simon onto the assault gun.

"You go first, I'll break last."

Kurt grabbed the assault rifle behind his back and followed the No. 3 assault gun towards the Agron River.

・・・・・・

An electric wave flew out from the east of the city of Pustoshka and instantly penetrated into the headquarters of the Northwest Front.

A minute later, the commander of the North-Western Front, Colonel-General Kuznetsov, had an extra telegram in his hand.

"The 10th Mechanized Corps did not disappoint me, they had already broken through the German positions on the outskirts of Pustoshka and were now engaged in street fighting, less than five hours before they broke through the positions of the Germans on the outskirts of the city. At this rate, we will be able to completely annihilate the German forces in the Pustoshka area in a maximum of twenty-four hours. Kuznetsov excitedly said to the chief of staff.

"So, the Germans are going to die?" The chief of staff said with a smile.

"Yes, the Germans are going to die, there's no doubt about that." Kuznetsov said confidently. (To be continued.) )