As far as the will to fight is concerned, Yang Mingzhi admires the German army very much. In previous battles, even if they were second-line troops with low combat effectiveness, the spirit of fighting to the death, even at the cost of all of them, was very admirable.

In stark contrast, the regular units of the Soviet army, which claimed to be able to fight to the last drop of blood for the motherland, have surrendered in formations from time to time.

The admiration for the enemy was also limited to the pure German army, and Yang Mingzhi completely despised the puppet army of the Eastern Battalion or the police battalion. It's just that they still have at least guns, as many as five hundred, and serve the German army faithfully, so he has to identify them as a fighting force equal to the German army.

The battle began at dawn, and Yang Mingzhi simply laid out a blanket for himself and slept under a big tree full of grass.

New battles, who will be sacrificed, who will take out one enemy after another. The paratroopers who have already fought real battles have become veterans, and they no longer think about it.

Among the many soldiers, Liu Hongxiu, who had just become a soldier, was full of apprehension.

She prides herself on knowing the war very well, and when it comes to the eve of the war, the action of her hugging her sister has said it all.

The star fruit, who had fallen into a daze, muttered, "Little Pepper, don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid...... Tomorrow we will take out one enemy after another from a distance......"

Combat is that light? Liu Hongxiu was full of complicated feelings, but her body was already very tired after a day of marching, and her little belly was stuffed with sweet and greasy food, and she quickly fell asleep.

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No one carefully built their own beds at all, and many soldiers simply made beds and quilts, curled up and slept with their guns in their hands.

There was a deathly silence in the dark forest, and the occasional long whistling of owls made the forest even more claustrophobic.

Yang Mingzhi was right that he did not attack at night, and more than 200 German troops were guarding the trenches. In the first half of the night, they were mostly vigilant, and in the second half of the night, they curled up in a deep sleep.

The air was damp, the loaded machine gun had some water droplets attached to it, and the German machine gunners operating the machine guns were already snoring. The sky was slightly blue, and the forest was filled with a thin morning mist, which made Bainiu Village a little trance-like.

The infantry platoon in charge of reconnaissance took turns watching, and it was not until the sky grew blue that the full appearance of Bainiu Village came into view.

At half past four in the morning, all the fighters were awakened, and the sky was still dark and the temperature was extremely cold!

Yang Mingzhi patted his cold face and ordered the troops to assemble immediately.

Five o'clock is the time to leave, and it can't be rubbed any longer! Just before departure, Yang Mingzhi received the most tangible information from the scouts.

"Sure enough, the enemy dug trenches, and the tanks were still clearly displayed! Looks like I'm going to have to change my tactics a bit! ”

Yang Mingzhi made a temporary adjustment, that is, all the anti-tank robbery groups, since the Germans did not hide tanks at all, so when the mortar attacked, the anti-tank robbery attack at the same time.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky turned blue and the offensive began.

The offensive rules of the troops are still the same old-fashioned, with two paratrooper battalions in charge of the left and right, and a reconnaissance battalion in charge of the center.

Before the full-scale attack of the infantry, 12 82-mm mortars took the lead in setting up positions in the already sparse woods, and the vast number of infantry honestly lay on the ground and waited for the positions to be erected.

The gun emplacements were quickly ready, and all the fighters advanced almost prostrately. Maybe it's too cautious to do this, at least to avoid early detection by some early risers.

From the sparse woods to the buildings of Bainiu Village, the closest distance is 700 meters. Yang Mingzhi held up a high-powered telescope to observe, and the Germans really built two defense lines.

"Bad luck! At this time, use cloud burst bombs to dominate this traditional position! The two sentences of complaining are over, Yang Mingzhi knows that he has to fight hard, and there is no way to do it if the casualties are bigger!

The orders were conveyed one after another, and the rocket artillery immediately began to erect launchers, relying on the slight concealment of the trunks, and the rocket artillery would fire directly at the level.

A large number of accurate marksmen arrived at the edge of the woods before the large army, hoping that the grass in the various crevices of their uniforms would perfectly conceal their presence. Among these people, Liu Hongxiu is also included.

When all this was done, the time was already half-past five, and suddenly, a melodious trumpet sounded!

Yang Mingzhi was taken aback!

"Hell! What am I hesitating about?! "Yang Mingzhi wanted to observe a little more, but he never thought that the German army blew the wake-up trumpet." Guards, inform the artillerymen, open fire! ”

In a hurry, Yang Mingzhi's order was too arbitrary. If he had known what would happen to the Germans, he would never have given the order to attack now. Originally, the enemy lined up for handover, and the soldiers resting in the barracks jumped into the trenches, and the Germans in the trenches returned to the barracks to have a good rest.

The order has been issued!

Six rocket artillery groups opened fire at the same time, and under the yellow muzzle storm, the rockets flew with thick smoke and hit the target in just two seconds. The Germans in the trenches, who had just woken up, saw this amazing scene, and they could not allow them to figure it out, and the violent explosion said it all.

Rocket artillery strikes first, followed by mortars.

The shells that were originally carried by donkeys are now carried by people, and each of the twelve cannons can blow up four more boxes. Yang Mingzhi has already been cleared and will have a total of 190 82mm mortars to cover Bainiu Village.

This thunderbolt would inevitably result in a large number of prisoners of war deaths, but who cares? It doesn't matter who fires the cannons, they just think about how many enemies they can destroy!

Yes, under this kind of attack, it is a slap in the face to the sleepy-eyed people. The German soldiers who were getting dressed in the barracks were wiped out, as were the large number of prisoners of war. The luckiest ones were those who hid in the trenches, and few shells fell into the trenches, and the zigzag trenches were also effective in counteracting the shell damage.

The men lay dead on the ground, waiting for the artillery fire to end.

And Yang Mingzhi couldn't wait, the mortar fired at a rate of ten seconds, they fired eight shots, and the order to attack was officially issued.

"Comrades! Ulla! Yang Mingzhi held Bobosha high, in the eyes of people, he was the immortal god of war, inspiring everyone to rush to kill.

The morale of the Soviet troops was extremely high, the artillery was still bombarding, and the general offensive of the Soviet troops had begun.

The mortar could explode for another forty seconds, which was enough time for the soldiers to rush over a long distance, and once the distance was sufficient, the German line would be easily destroyed.

Charging at the same time as the fire strikes, the Germans were still in confusion and the enemy came to kill. Ula's voice was so piercing that the soldiers trapped in the trenches ventured out to poke their heads out, and the machine gunners instinctively leaned out.

The Germans began to blockade, and when machine gun fire was fired, the first Soviet casualties began to appear.

The battle has begun, Yang Mingzhi, who led everyone to charge, can't care about anything, he Ji people have their own natural appearance, and others only have physical bodies.

The German MG34 was hung with only 75 rounds, and the soldiers could not shoot well in this state. These machine guns fired at high speeds, the bullets ran out quickly, and the dew on the barrel not only quickly blewed, but it was scalded enough to roast meat. At the moment when the shooters urgently changed their drums, the Soviets had already rushed to the front.

The wooden stakes and barbed wire that had been deployed had long since been blown up, and now the Soviet infantry had rushed to the trenches, and the first line of German defense had been lost.