Hans was taken aback, but he had experienced many bloody battles, and he was on the ground almost the moment the "bush" stood up.

"Phew!" A bullet burst out of the chamber of the rifle held in the "bush" and flew backwards past Hans's head.

Hans, who escaped his life, pulled out the pistol on his waist with his backhand and fired several shots at the "bushes" who were hurriedly reloading the rifle.

From dodging to shooting, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

After a scream, the "bush" fell to the ground, blood gushing from his chest, and Hans realized that his attacker was a Polish soldier with weeds strapped all over his body.

But before Hans could rejoice that he had survived, something that frightened him even more happened—he saw a Polish soldier who, like the one who had died in front of him, made a noise out of the fog with a pile of weeds, and surrounded Hans and the company behind him.

Hans did not choose to stand up, but a donkey rolled behind a small steep slope, and frantically pulled his pistol at a group of Polish soldiers.

He did not choose to run away because he believed that his comrades behind him would rush over at the first time, because they were "Burissingen" like him.

Sure enough, a few dozen or so German SS fighters arrived at Hans's side a few dozen seconds later, they were soldiers on duty, and they rushed over as soon as they heard the gunshots.

"Hey, buddy! Are you okay?! One of the non-commissioned officers on duty asked Hans with concern.

Hearing this, Hans replied as he continued to shoot: "I'm fine! ”

"Well, that's good." Seeing that Hans was fine, the non-commissioned officer nodded reassuringly, and then ordered his subordinates on the side, "Set up your machine guns, we have to cover our comrades behind us!" ”

"Understood, squad leader!" The soldier next to the non-commissioned officer answered loudly, and then took the sub-shooter to find a good position and put up the MG42 in his arms.

With the unique sound of the MG42's tearing cloth, the Polish soldiers who had just rushed immediately poured a large piece of it with a brush, like cutting wheat. Seeing this, the other Polish soldiers felt lying on the ground and opened fire on the Germans.

Although the guns in the hands of the Polish army did not fire quickly, as their numbers increased and the density of fire was stronger than that of the small German army, many brave Polish soldiers took the opportunity to stand up again and rushed towards the position of the army with flying bullets.

Hans finished firing the last round of his pistol, and he looked helplessly at his empty gun, missing his G42 very much.

"Hans! Hans! Hans didn't think long before he heard a familiar call.

The comrades in the squad arrived with the support troops!

"I'm here! I'm here! Hans leaned against the small dirt slope and shrunk his head to avoid "any bullet that doesn't have long eyes" from hitting his head.

Hoffmann's eyes were sharp, and he could see Hans cowering behind the dirt slope from a distance.

Holding something in his arms, he bent over and ran to Hans excitedly, asking, "You're not hurt, are you?" ”

"Nope." Hans waved his hand, and then his eyes were fixed on what Hoffman was holding.

It was a machine gun, his MG42.

"Dude!" Hans hugged the machine gun and kissed it, "If you don't come again, I'll explain here." ”

"Do you mean me by 'buddy', or do you mean your machine gun?" After Hoffmann handed the machine gun to Hans, he took Hans's backpack from the back of his own backpack and threw it to Hans.

"Say you, and talk about my machine gun." Hans laughed. As he spoke, he set up his machine gun and pulled the trigger towards the dense Polish formation.

"There are a lot of them!" Hoffman held up his G41SG, looked around through the scope and said, "Don't say there's a multi-link!" ”

With the battle for a while, the fog was not as thick as it had been at the beginning, so Hoffman could see his surroundings clearly.

"What's the use of more?" Hans pursed his lips, opened the side of the machine gun, pulled out a slightly hot and reddish barrel and threw it aside, then pulled out a spare barrel from his backpack, put it in the MG42, re-fastened the barrel cover, and said, "In front of our SS17, there is no difference between many people and few people. ”

"Huo Huo, I like this!" Hoffman smiled coldly and said. As he spoke, he put the head of an officer in the Polish army in his crosshairs, and pulled the trigger.

"Phew!" Hoffman's G41SG shook as a 7.92mm Mauser rifle shot flew out of the chamber, and after a brief flight, it burrowed into the officer's forehead and then rolled out at the back of the officer's head, leaving a bowl-sized hole.

Perfect headshot.

Hoffman didn't react much to the perfect headshot, just picked up the shell and put it in the bag around his waist.

With the Germans reacting and firing on them, the Polish army had completely lost its advantage.

Forced by the heavy German firepower, the Polish army left behind dozens of corpses and a large number of wounded soldiers, and retreated in disgrace.

"Humph! A bunch of cowards. Gaither scoffed as he glanced at the fleeing Polish army.

"Company commander, are we going to chase?" A platoon commander asked Gaither.

"We don't chase." Gaither shook his head, "It's just a rabble, not even a sneak attack, let's leave it to the light infantry behind us to solve, we have a more important mission!" ”

With that, Gaither shouted to the soldiers who were busy cleaning up the battlefield, "Guys, stop picking up the loot, everyone get in the car, we need to hurry to the original location!" ”

The SS has always been known for its high consciousness and obedience to all units of the German army, so after Gaither gave the order, the SS soldiers who were still busy looting the spoils of war one second boarded the infantry fighting vehicles of their respective squads in turn under the command of their respective squad leaders, and a few minutes later, more than a dozen infantry fighting vehicles roared and set out on the journey again.

At the same time that the army was tearing through one Polish defense line after another and advancing towards the Polish hinterland, the navy in the city of Danzig, a few hundred kilometers away, was also tearing at the coastal defense line of the Polish army, trying to open a landing ground for the 1st Marine Division.

Baltic Sea, along the coast of the city of Danzig.

Raeder was standing on the bridge of the USS Count Zeppelin with his hands behind his back, watching the warplanes on the deck take off one after another.

And a few dozen kilometers away from the good aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin, two Admiral-class battleships and two Bismarck-class battleships of the battleship detachment of the German High Seas Fleet were frantically pouring shells against the city of Danzig not far away with four Admiral-Hipper-class heavy cruisers of the First Heavy Cruiser Detachment of the High Seas Fleet.