Because there was no arena for fighting at sea, the navy had to fight on land with weapons, but their will to fight was always strong enough to make anyone proud of them, and now they are on a difficult mission.

Gustaev walked in the front with a machine gun, and at the same time, he was also tasked with finding the way.

Stepping on the field with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Gustaev finally saw the small village in the haze.

Yes, there it is! Gustaev gestured to the man behind him, and they continued on their way.

The small village is getting closer and closer, and Gustaev has a little expectation in his heart, according to the intelligence, this should be the high command of the Romanian army, hoping that his side will not be in the air.

Finally, the village is in front of you, a straight road is at your feet, and in the whole village, there are footsteps of people walking, and there must be no doubt that this is the headquarters.

His feet tried to move on, but suddenly he noticed that something was wrong.

If this is the location of the other party's high headquarters, then why is there not even a sentry at the entrance of this village?

Impossible! Was the Romanian army so negligent?

No matter what, since they have all come here, they must enter it, and how many people they can kill and how many people they can count.

The quiet moonlight shone on the ground, stretching their shadows very long, and it was obvious that they wanted to touch all the way to the village, and it was better to go to the corner of the wall to avoid being exposed.

One by one, they walked into the village, their bodies pressed against the wall, in a line.

Gustaev, who led the team in front, was quite vigilant, and every time he walked outside a wall, he had to listen carefully and see that there was no problem before he moved.

They had absolutely no idea at this time that on the roof of the courtyard opposite them, a Romanian soldier was already waiting there, their pitch-black muzzles, pointing at the root of the wall on this side, these Soviet soldiers, were exposed to their field of vision.

Iliye was extremely excited, just now Hans went and returned, took them to set up an ambush here, and thought that he had waited in vain, but he picked up a big bargain, after this battle, he would definitely be promoted to a higher level because of his exploits!

As for Hans, he was just as excited, the other party was exposed to his eyes, what are you waiting for?

"Hit!" Hans shouted loudly, and then, with the MP40 in his hand, the tongue of fire stood out.

The 6.8 mm bullet poured down on the opposite side, and the Soviets knew something was wrong the moment the gun rang out.

On the roof opposite, tongues of fire burst out, they were exposed under the wall, there was nowhere to hide, their bodies rolled back and forth in the bullet shot, screaming, and before their fingers could pull the trigger, they had already fallen.

The moment the shots rang out, Gustaev knew that he had been hit, and at this time, he did not care about his companions behind him, and as soon as he turned over and entered the courtyard on the side, bullets flew with his feet and neck.

Luckily, not a single bullet hit him!

Leaning against the earthen wall, he picked up his turntable machine gun and began to fight back.

"Da Da Da!" The turntable on the turntable machine gun was spinning rapidly, and one by one 7.62 mm bullets flew towards the roof of the opposite house, and several Romanian soldiers were shot and fell down.

"Stupid, where's our tank?" Hans shouted.

Almost at the same time, the Romanian light tank, hiding on the other side of the road, came out, it rumbled towards the location where Gustaev was hiding, and then, with a throttle, crashed into it!

It can't fire, after all, there are Romanian officers nearby, for fear of accidental injury, but just this impact is enough to bury the other party!

Sure enough, with its impact, the low wall immediately collapsed, and then the light tank continued to drive at full speed, trying to continue to run forward, but with a few slower and slower gasps, the tank actually stopped, and the light of the headlights became dim, and it actually turned off.

This kind of small tank is really too weak, Hans can't even feel like it, if it is his own rat tank, not to mention such a wall, even if it is a building, dare to crash into it, it can collapse it!

And now, just a wall of dirt, it's actually put out the fire, weak chicken.

"Let's go, go down and clean up the battlefield." Hans shouted.

In World War II, there was a peculiar phenomenon that Germany and the Soviet Union barely cleaned up the battlefields.

Because the ammunition of both sides is not universal.

The German Mauser 98K rifle, which uses a 7.92*57mm rifle, and the Soviets' Mosin Nagant rifle, uses a 7.62*54mm rifle, which is different.

At the same time, Germany's arms supply was sufficient, not yet to the extent that it could pick up the other side's rifles and shoot, and the two sides often engaged in some crooked ways, such as burying mines under the corpses to prevent the other side from cleaning up the battlefield.

As a result, an unwritten tradition was formed not to clean the battlefield.

Now, of course, it's different, this is where the headquarters is located, are these Soviet soldiers dead? Even if you let one go, it will cause a lot of trouble.

Hans wanted to see what the outcome of the battle was, and under Hans's lead, the Romanian troops of this infantry platoon descended from the roof and ran forward, his rifle with a shining bayonet.

"Poof!" The bayonet plunged into the body of a corpse, and the Romanian soldier did not show mercy, and had to make sure that everyone was completely dead.

Hans, on the other hand, is more concerned about the one who was smashed under the earthen wall, is he dead?

Hans walked as fast as he could, and just as he approached the earthen wall, he saw a dark figure running through the alley in front of him.

"Chase, don't let him go!" Hans shouted loudly.

"Don't shoot randomly, that's where our medical team is stationed." Platoon commander Iliye shouted.

The dark shadow was running towards the interior of the village, and it was actually the same path that Hans had walked! When Hans heard the medical team, he was even more anxious, Aunt Mia was also there, and Aunt Mia couldn't be hurt in the slightest!

"Da Da Da!" Compared to the Romanian soldiers, Gustaev had no scruples, he just found the tank coming, did not retreat, but advanced, bypassed the earthen wall, ran a few steps forward, and hid in the shadow of the tank, if he had time to take out the grenade, the tank would have been killed by him.

And now, as he ran, the machine gun in his hand spat out tongues of fire, sweeping down the two sentries standing in the doorway, and then strode inside.

Although he was left alone, he was not afraid, but it was more advantageous to him, because there were enemies all around, and he could just open fire!

There is a sentry at the door, is it the senior commander of the Romanians inside?