When Captain Nietzsche rushed down another street to the tank repair plant east of town, he piggybacking on five soldiers along the way.

The six men alternated covering the approaching KV-2 tank and killing all the resisting Soviet infantry along the way.

From time to time, machine gun bullets and submachine gun bullets were fired at them, sending dirt and dust flying everywhere in front of their eyes, but Captain Nietzsche rushed to the tank repair plant east of the town with five infantrymen.

Captain Nietzsche saw a T-34 and the KV-2 firing side by side on the ground, and the track on the right side of the KV-2 was removed and piled on the ground, which is why the KV-2 tank did not move.

Running to the dead end of the KV-2 machine gun firing, Captain Nietzsche waved a soldier with an iron-fisted anti-tank rocket in his hand to attack.

The soldier detoured back to the rear of the KV-2 tank and raised his Iron Fist to aim, and the Iron Fist's warhead flew out with a cloud of smoke and crashed into the turret of the KV-2 tank.

The KV-2 stopped firing, but ten seconds later, Captain Nietzsche had just climbed into the rear of the tank, and the KV-2's massive turret slowly turned again.

"Give me a grenade, quick." Captain Nietzsche shouted to the infantry behind him.

A private pulled out a long-handled grenade from his waist and threw it to Captain Nietzsche, who took the grenade, then jumped off the tank and bent over to the front of the tank, where he was pleasantly surprised to see that the driver's observation hatch was open.

Raising the STG42 assault rifle in his hand, Captain Nietzsche stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the observation port, pulled the trigger and swept it back and forth into the car twice, then pulled out the M24 long-handled grenade on his waist, pulled the fuse and stuffed it into the observation port. As soon as he turned around and fled to the side of the tank.

A moment later. The sound of a grenade exploding sounded in the tank compartment, which looked like a tin can. Like a thunderbolt, a few wisps of gray-white gunpowder smoke emerged from the tank and drifted around the tank.

The turret of the KV-2 tank stopped turning and quietly stopped there, like a ghost car.

Kill this KV-2 tank, pull out the last nail of the Soviet army in the town of Zapolus, and the fall of Zapolus is inevitable.

Captain Nietzsche ran through the streets of the town, searching for captured Soviet troops along the way.

He was followed by a scout. Every time a Soviet officer was found in the pile of prisoners, Captain Nietzsche asked the scout to act as an interpreter and ask about the location of Soviet artillery positions.

The hard work paid off, and a young Soviet second lieutenant, under the fierce questioning of Captain Nietzsche, trembled and said that he had seen an artillery forward observation post passing by in the town, drove to the south of the town, and had not returned until now.

"If I find out you're lying to me, you won't see the sun tomorrow." Captain Nietzsche pushed the Soviet second lieutenant away, took four scouts, and jumped into a SDKFZ250 light armored car. Follow the direction the second lieutenant pointed out to the south of town.

Less than a kilometer away, Captain Nietzsche's armored car had just turned a dirt bag. I saw a gas truck parked on the side of the road.

The armored car came to a sharp stop at the back of the gas truck, and Captain Nietzsche jumped out of the armored car and outflanked the gas truck with two scouts left and right.

Quietly touching the side of the cab, Captain Nietzsche slammed the car door, and then froze on the spot.

The driver was sleeping on the steering wheel, and he was smacking his lips while sleeping, as if he was enjoying food in a dream.

Captain Nietzsche grabbed him by the belt mercilessly and dragged him out of the cab.

The driver slammed to the ground, opened his eyes with bared teeth, and turned his head to look for the culprit who had interrupted his dream, only to see the muzzle of a gun against the door of his head.

After the interrogation, Captain Nietzsche and two soldiers rushed to the dirt bag, and then found the target they were looking for on the other side of the bag, five artillery observation posts that were busy.

Five people were operating scissor binoculars, some were operating rangefinders, and one was operating a radio.

When they were busy, they shouted and cheered for the performance of their artillery.

Captain Nietzsche saddled his assault rifle and swaggered behind the five men, who had their backs to him, and none of them noticed his arrival.

Feeling the bayonet at his waist, Captain Nietzsche walked behind the loudest Soviet observer, reached out to cover his eyes, and the bayonet in his hand slashed lightly at his throat.

Captain Nietzsche let go of his hand and let the soldier's body fall limply to the ground, clutching his throat and rolling on the ground.

The fall of his comrades caught the attention of the other four Soviet soldiers, who turned sharply to see Captain Nietzsche with a blood-dripping bayonet in his hand, two German soldiers with expressionless faces, and two black muzzles.

The Russian-speaking scout calmly said: "Gentlemen, the shelling can stop. ”

The moment the shelling stopped, Captain Piper looked left and right, and after confirming that the shelling had stopped, he jumped out of the drainage ditch and shouted and rushed towards the town of Zapolus.

"One platoon stayed behind to assist the medic in rescuing the wounded, and the others followed me."

Charging into the town with infantry from outside the town, Captain Piper, while maintaining order in the town, instructed all units to leave as quickly as possible, and evacuate as much as possible to the outside of Zapolus town, so as not to suffer heavy losses due to Soviet shelling again.

A Type 250 armored vehicle and a gas truck drove into the town one after the other and stopped beside Captain Piper.

Captain Nietzsche leaned out and said to Captain Piper: "The enemy's artillery will not open fire for the time being, but to be on the safe side, I think it would be better for us to go and kill them." ”

Captain Piper said, "Judging by where the shells landed, all I know is that they are hiding in the northeast direction, and I will send a reconnaissance company to find them, and I can't let them run rampant any longer." ”

Captain Nietzsche raised his hand and pointed at the four Soviet prisoners in the gas truck.

"It was they who informed their artillerymen of our location, but under my influence, they had already told me where the artillery positions were."

Captain Nietzsche jumped out of the armored car, walked up to Captain Piper and asked for a map, pointed to the map and said: "According to their confession, the enemy's artillery position should be six kilometers to the northeast, on the north side of this road. ”

"These artillerymen are causing us a lot of trouble, and they must be punished." Captain Piper then called for the reconnaissance company commander, pointed to the map and explained a few words to the reconnaissance company commander, the reconnaissance company's armored convoy and three assault guns set out on the expedition again, and Captain Nietzsche volunteered to join the reconnaissance company.

About twenty minutes later, Captain Piper heard the familiar sound of shells bursting overhead.

Looking up at the sky, seeing nothing, Captain Piper continued to get busy with his work.

To the northeast of the town of Zapolus, it's a different story.

On the north side of a country road, on a meadow close to the woods, the positions of the artillery regiments of the Soviet 55th Infantry Division turned into purgatory, and the flames of death were everywhere.

Shells rained down on Soviet positions, concealment nets were torn into strips of cloth, wooden stakes were cut off, fires were ignited, sandbags were scattered all over the positions, and artillery lay on the ground.

Under the cover of German artillery fire, none of the 11 remaining cannons on the position survived, and they were sent to hell along with the gunners.

In the forest, the German scouts watched with excitement everything on the enemy's positions, and the evil spirit accumulated by the shelling was vented.

Fifteen minutes later, the scouts carefully searched the messy artillery positions to make sure that no one had survived, and then slipped a smoking grenade into each of the cannons' muzzles and fled.

Twenty minutes later, on the west bank of the Berezina River, Major Lorenz ran to Chen Dao, who was resting in the village, and hurriedly said: "Captain Piper's battle group has taken the town of Zapolus and taken out the enemy's artillery positions, and our greatest threat has been eliminated. ”

"So, it won't be long before the sappers repair the bridge and we'll be able to cross the river?" Chen Dao said.

Major Lorenz hesitated for a moment, then continued: "The telegram also says that Captain Nietzsche encountered enemy snipers during the battle. ”

Chen stood up and looked at Major Lorenz.

Major Lorenz noticed the murderous and worried in Chen Dao's eyes, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, don't be nervous, the telegram said that Captain Nietzsche was only shot in the right shoulder, not a fatal wound. ”

Chen Dao's eyes became calm again.

"After crossing the river, let's go see him and find a way to avenge him." (To be continued.) )