"Fuck off."

Captain Winter turned his assault rifle and smashed the butt into the back of the head of a Soviet infantryman.

Blood splattered, and the Soviet soldier's right eyeball flew out of its socket and fell to the ground, where it was covered by the body of its master.

Captain Winter gasped and said to his brother Friedrich, who was also panting: "The task of mending the knife is entrusted to you." ”

Friedrich stared at the Soviet soldier who was lying on the ground twitching, silently took out his bayonet, stabbed the Soviet soldier in the back of the head with his backhand, and twisted it half a circle fiercely.

Drawing a bayonet stained with a red-white liquid and wiping it clean on the Soviet soldier, Friedrich felt his whole body tremble.

The bushes and dense trees provide them with good concealment, but they also obscure their view.

Very often, Soviet soldiers rushed to a distance of only thirty, twenty, or even a dozen meters from them, and they did not realize it.

Because of the large number of semi-automatic rifles and assault rifles, the Soviets mistakenly believed that the Germans on the opposite side had two or three companies, but in fact only the second company led by Captain Winter was dissatisfied, and a considerable number of soldiers remained on the west bank of the Neman.

During the "Ula" charge, in which the morale of the Soviet soldiers was high, the distance between the two sides became shorter and shorter, until hand-to-hand combat began.

Friedrich glanced gratefully at Captain Winter, and there was no doubt that if it weren't for his brother's quick reaction, he would have been stabbed through the gun by the Ivan who suddenly burst out of the bushes.

Captain Winter did not see Friedrich's gaze, his attention was all focused on the battlefield.

The position of the second company was already in chaos at this time, and on the area to his right, near the river bank, more than twenty soldiers in the position of a platoon, frantically opened fire on the charging Soviet soldiers.

The rain of bullets weaved into a wall of fire, and the Soviet infantry "crashed" into the wall of fire one after another. Screaming and wailing, the beaten flesh flew everywhere, and the corpses covered the shade of the trees twenty or thirty meters in front of the row, and the blood stained the trunks of birch trees and the leaves of shrubs red.

The fighting on the left flank was even more fierce, where the bushes were thicker, and using the bushes as cover, the Soviet soldiers rushed straight to the positions of the third platoon.

The muzzles of the Bobosha submachine guns and the SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles spew fire and smoke. And the STG42, G42 semi-automatic rifles did not fall behind in the slightest.

Captain Winter strode to the left flank, Friedrich and two other heralds following closely.

Rushing to the two soldiers who were rolling on the ground in his arms, Captain Winter lifted his foot, and the toe of his thick leather boots was pressed to the temple of the Soviet soldier who had pressed the three platoon commanders down to him.

The Soviet soldier tilted his body to the ground, and when he looked up again, he saw a black hole pointed at his chest.

Captain Winter pulled the trigger, and a string of bullets flew out, shattering the Soviet soldier's chest.

Friedrich picked up the three platoon chiefs and picked up the steel helmet and fastened it to his head.

Pick up the assault rifle that has fallen to the side. The third platoon leader nodded to Friedrich.

"What about the rest of the platoon?"

"One is lying there, everyone else is disrupted, and I don't know where it is?" The third platoon leader said.

Following the direction pointed by the leader of the third platoon, Friedrich saw a corpse wearing the same epaulettes of the first class as him lying under a dirt slope.

The corpse was facing the sky on its back, and the right half of the head was lying about half a meter to the right of the owner, and a puddle of red and white liquid flowed from the incision.

"Poor Tim, he was cut to the head by Ivan's sapper shovel, and he became like this." The third platoon leader said.

It was not the first time Friedrich had seen a dead body. But he was still shocked by Tim's tragedy, and a chill rose from the center of his feet. Quickly envelop the whole body.

"Be careful, grenades." The platoon commander shouted and pushed Friedrich away, bent down to pick up the grenade that had just landed, and threw it to the north.

The grenade fell into the charging Soviet ranks with white smoke and exploded in the air, and the scattered shrapnel overturned several hapless Soviet infantrymen.

The butt turned into a headshot machine. Grenades became war hammers, sapper shovels became machetes, pistols became weapons of mass destruction, and Captain Winter led his men in a struggle with the Soviets, who seemed to never finish.

Work with Friedrich to smash the back of an advancing Soviet infantryman. Captain Winter draws a blood-stained grenade and throws it to the south.

An explosion rang out, and a cloud of grayish-white smoke hung over a bush, with two corpses lying next to it.

Hundreds of figures, reinforcements from the Fourth Company, rushed out of the bushes behind Captain Winter and quickly joined the battle.

Reinforced by the Fourth Company, Captain Winter felt his tired body re-energized.

"Work harder and drive the Ivan back." Captain Winter roamed the battlefield, killing the Soviet soldiers who had broken into the position and cheering up the soldiers of the second company.

As the Soviets receded like a tidal wave, Captain Winter first instructed his four platoons to rebuild their positions and closely monitor the movements of the Soviets on the opposite side, and then approached Captain Wengel, the commander of the fourth company.

Squatting behind a dirt slope, Captain Winter handed Captain Wenger a cigarette.

"Thank you for coming in time to prevent further casualties." Captain Winter took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Captain Wenger and lit one himself.

"I'll leave a platoon for you, and then I'll have to report back to the battalion commander. The Ivans are attacking fiercely, and you are not the only troops in need of reinforcements, to the east, the Russians have driven their tanks into the forest, where the pressure is even greater. ”

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Captain Wenger saw that the position of the 2nd Company was re-established and that the crisis was temporarily relieved, so he got up and bent down to look south, but fell to the ground again.

Several explosions rang out on the dirt slope, and the dirt and foliage were swept into the sky by the waves, crackling and smashing onto the steel helmets and shoulders of Captains Winter and Wenger.

The corner of Captain Winter's mouth twitched a few times on the right side.

Experience taught him that the explosion just now was not a grenade, but a medium-caliber shell.

Several more explosions rang out, and Captain Winter was even more certain that his position was being shelled.

With a few "poofs", Captain Wenger spat out the dirt from his mouth.

"We're going to stay here for the time being, because the Russians don't want us to leave."

Captain Winter saw the tall trunks of several birch trees fall in the distance, and the hum of the engine could be heard in his ears.

Looking at where the birch tree fell, he clearly saw a tall figure.

It's the tanks of the Russians.

The bushes could keep out the infantry, but not the moving tanks.

After a rough count, Captain Winter saw seven or eight Russian tanks, which were rampaging through the woods, running over the bushes, and even some of the thinner birch trees were not spared, and they were directly knocked to the ground.

On the turret of the tank, the slender guns spewed fiery snakes, and seven or eight tanks were like seven or eight giant shields, guiding the Soviet infantry to rush towards the German positions.

It's not the T-34, it's not the KV-1, it's a light tank that he hasn't seen before, Captain Winter exclaimed with joy in his heart.

Captain Wenger also whispered: "It's a light tank, and looking at their size, I can have a hunch that I can kick through his steel plate with my foot." ”

Captain Winter made several gestures to Friedrich, and Friedrich and the other two heralds bent over and crept through the dense forest.

The three groups of the anti-tank squad soon received orders, dispersed in their positions, each looking for a good ambush site, and quietly waiting for the Soviet tanks to approach.

Shells fell one after another on the positions of the second company, and machine-gun bullets also passed through the middle of the battlefield, bringing up countless stumps and leaves.

"Those tanks actually ran over the corpses of their comrades, aren't they afraid that the infantry will shoot their black guns from behind?" Captain Wenger frowned tightly, a cloud creeping over his face.

Captain Winter also saw a tank run over the waist of a dead Soviet corpse, crushing the body in two, and the tracks were stained with colorful entrails.

"Since the Russians don't care about the infantry, let's avenge the corpse." Captain Winter said.

Soviet tanks rushed to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the position of the second company.

Seeing that the German positions were not being fired, some of the anxious Soviet infantry, believing that the Germans had been suppressed by the powerful fire of the tanks, rushed through the sides of the tanks and rushed to the position of Captain Winter.

A few flashes of fire flashed in the position, and three tank killer anti-tank rockets opened fire one after another, and the three Soviet tanks that had just flaunted their might were instantly turned into fireballs, and seven or eight infantry who were relatively close to the tanks were hit by the steel debris flying from the tanks, and fell to the ground wailing.

The tank used by the Soviet army in the encirclement and suppression was the T-26 light tank, because of the production problem, the existing armored forces of the Soviet army still did not complete the replacement of the T-34 tank, and had to keep a large number of old T-26 to replenish the number.

The T-26 light tank has armor that is only 15 mm thick at its thickest point, and is as fragile as cardboard in front of the tank killer anti-tank bazooka.

In order to avoid being shot black, the Soviet tank commander cowered in the turret that he thought was safe, losing his vision and unable to spot the German soldiers hiding in the woods until death befell him.

The surviving T-26s were not intimidated by the death of their comrades and still resolutely rushed to the German positions, and the Soviet infantry also accelerated the pace of the charge.

On the battlefield, which had just been quiet for less than twenty minutes, a deafening sound of gunfire rang out again.

In the second salvo of the anti-tank group, two T-26s followed in the footsteps of their comrades and were beaten into steel graves.

The last three T-26s rushed straight in front of the German positions, and were also beaten and paralyzed by the iron fist of another anti-tank weapon of the second company.

Seeing that the steel body of the tank was as fragile as cardboard in front of the German army, the morale of the Soviet infantry fell to a low point, and was soon repulsed again by the joint efforts of the second and fourth companies.

Shooting two bursts at the retreating Soviets, knocking down two Soviet infantrymen, Captain Winter put away his gun and hid behind the dirt slope.

Soon, he was found by a dusty Captain Wenger.

"It's getting dark, the Russians shouldn't dare to come again, I'll go first, good luck." (To be continued......)