The German sniper obviously didn't expect Sun Hui to find his hiding place at a glance, and he was shocked, but his hand was not messy at all, he raised his gun and was about to continue shooting, at this moment Sun Hui had already pounced in front of him and grabbed the gun in his hand.

Sun Hui felt that he had snatched the opponent's sniper rifle without much effort, and kicked the opponent in the chest, and the opponent immediately spurted blood from his mouth and fell backwards.

A German soldier next to the sniper, who was supposed to be the sniper's assistant, raised his gun to shoot at Sun Hui, Sun Hui flashed sideways, and then dodged the shot, he raised his hand and gave the other party a sniper rifle, the sniper rifle was broken, and the other party also fell.

Sun Hui knew that this was entirely the result of his physical mutation, he had not received any systematic military training, but had just practiced "One Move to the Enemy" out of curiosity for a while, and the battle just now was unruly, but he still easily killed two highly trained German soldiers.

Thinking that the odds of surviving in this era have greatly increased like this, his heart has a little more comfort.

He turned his head to look for the girls, and was shocked to find that they had rushed to the front, each with a gun in his hand, presumably from the hands of the slain enemy.

Thinking that they might be able to fight better than his own man, Sun Hui couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, and hurriedly followed.

"Watch out for the shells, you guys!" He remembered what Sha Yan had said, and shouted behind them, "We're not invulnerable now, your injuries aren't healed yet, don't exercise vigorously......"

"Got it! What a rambling thing! Ye Chuchu's voice came from afar, followed by the laughter of the three girls.

They didn't know that the situation in the fortress was already precarious.

Sergeant Oleg, shirtless, was firing with a Maxim heavy machine gun, and a soldier was crouching beside him, handing a bullet belt. In front of the machine gun, the enemy's bullets hit the bricks and debris, and the bullet shield rang loudly. Ulanorasov lay down nearby and crawled over.

"Window!" The sergeant shouted angrily, "Hold those windows!" ”

Ulanorasov immediately turned back and went back. The warriors were already stationed in front of the windows. It happened that the head of Ulanorasov was the one from where he jumped into the window of the church. The corpse of a warrior was draped horizontally on the windowsill. When Ulanorsov peeked out of the window, the deceased's head touched his stomach.

Gray figures were running towards the church, their submachine guns on their bellies, shooting as they went. Ulanorasov hurriedly opened the safety and shot a long shuttle, and the submachine gun in his hand was like a living thing, constantly beating upward.

"Jump up so hard," he suddenly came to his senses, "it should be a short shot, a short shot." ”

He adjusted his shot, but the figures kept rushing at him, and he felt as if they were coming straight at him. The bullet hit the brick wall and into the corpse of the dead soldier, and the viscous blood splattered on his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it, only when he shrank behind the wall and reloaded the submachine gun in his hand, he freed up his hand to wipe the blood from his face.

I don't know how long it took, everything calmed down, and the Germans stopped attacking. But before Ulanorsov could look around, to ask what was going on at the entrance, and if there were any bullets, suddenly there was a dull buzz in the sky, and then the screams of bombs pierced the smoke-filled, dusty sky and flew down.

And so the day passed. When the enemy planes bombed, Ulanorasov did not run around, he just lay down under this arched window. With each explosion, the dead warrior's head shook incessantly above his head. When the bombardment stopped, Ulanorasov got up and fired at the figures who were attacking him. He was no longer afraid, he had no concept of time, his blocked ears were ringing all the time, his thirsty throat was itching annoyingly, and his arms were no longer accustomed to leaving the beating German submachine gun.

It was only at dusk that it began to quiet down. The Germans bombed for the last time, and the Junkers roared and circled around the smoke-filled ruins for the last time, so that no one rushed towards the church anymore. In the crater-ridden compound, gray figures were struggling: two were still moving, crawling into some ash heap, but Ulanorasov did not shoot at them again. Those were two wounded soldiers, and the honor of the soldier did not allow him to shoot them to death, and besides, there were not many bullets. He was secretly amazed to see how they crawled, how their arms bent, and there was neither sympathy nor curiosity in his heart. There was nothing left, except for the fatigue that could not be resolved.

He wanted to just lie on the floor and close his eyes, even if it was just for a minute. But there seemed to be a voice in his head reminding him that he should find out how many people still survived and where to get bullets. He turned off the safety of his submachine gun and staggered towards the doorway.

"Are you still alive?" The sergeant asked, sitting at the base of the wall and straightening his legs.

"Alive." "How are you?" Comrade Oleg? ”

"It's okay. But the bullets ran out. The sergeant replied.

"How many of you are left?" Ulanorasov asked, sitting down next to the sergeant.

"Unhurt, five, hurt, two. One looks like a bullet in the chest. ”

"And what about the border guards?"

"He said he was going to bury a friend."

One by one, the warriors came over, their faces gloomy and silent, their eyes sunken.

Corporal Shaponiyev reached for the kettle: "I am so thirsty, my throat is like a fire." ”

"Don't move," said the sergeant, "that's for the machine guns." ”

"But the bullets are gone."

"You'll get it."

Shaponiyev sat down next to Ulannorasov and licked his charred lips: "I'll go to the Sol River, what do you think?" ”

"You won't be able to get there," said the sergeant, "and the Germans will kill you if they occupy the area near Andrew's Gate." ”

The border guard who went to bury his comrades returned. He sat down silently at the base of the wall and silently took the cigarette that the sergeant handed him.

"Is it buried?"

"Buried," the border guard sighed, "no one will know where I buried him." ”

Everyone was silent, and this silence weighed down on everyone's hearts like lead. Ulanorsov thought about it, he needed bullets, he needed water, he needed to communicate with the command of the fortress, but he stopped thinking about it somehow, he just thought about it in his heart.