The German bombers, with their unbridled shouts, began to dive. They lay down under the wall again, the earth groaned again, the bricks fell again, and the whole building crumbled. Dust, smoke, and the smell of scorching scorched my breath, and my strength was long gone. Consciousness was almost lost, and only the body was still painlessly bearing the shock and blow of the explosion.

"Alive," thought Andrasdorf vaguely, his ears gagged in silence, "I'm alive." ”

He didn't want to move, even though he felt the weight of the bricks on his back. The headache was splitting, and the whole body seemed to fall apart, and every bone was crying pain. His tongue was dry and swollen, filling his mouth and burning his palate.

"Germans! ……”

The voice came from a distance, as if from the silence around him. But he understood what he meant, and tried to get up. The bricks rolled down, and he crawled out from under them with great difficulty, and opened his eyes that were lost in the dust.

The soldiers of the punishment battalion hurriedly set up the Maxim heavy machine gun: the radiator was flattened, and the sight was bent. An unfamiliar soldier next to him was pulling a pile of bricks and dragging a belt of machine gun bullets out. Andrasdorf staggered to his feet, took only a few steps forward, then bent his knees and threw himself next to the machine gun.

"Let me do it. I can do it myself. ”

"Germans!"

The soldiers of the punishment camp were bleeding from their crooked faces. Andrasdorf nudged him lightly and repeated: "I'll do it myself." You—go and guard the window. ”

He leaned down in front of the machine gun and clutched at the handle with his tired and weak hands. The Correctional Battalion soldier was no longer in sight, and a soldier lying next to him was inserting bullets into the bullet belt. Andreasdorf opened the cover of his gun and straightened the cartridge belt, and at this moment he spotted the German soldiers: they were rushing towards him through the thick curtain of smoke and dust.

"Hit!" The soldier shouted, "Hit! ”

"Just fight," Andrasdorf muttered, his eyes glancing through the gaps in the bullet shield at the rushing enemy, "just ......"

He was worried that he would not be able to pull the bolt because his fingers were shaking, and he had no strength at all. However, the bolt was triggered, the machine gun jumped in his hand, and a fan-shaped dust curtain was spread in front of the church. Andrasdorf lifted the barrel of his gun and fired a long shuttle at the rushing dark figure.

The situation is critical. A number of dark figures appeared in the smoke screen, and Andrasdorf pulled the bolt and kept firing until they were gone. In between shots, he desperately pulled the flattened magazine through the pile of bricks, and stuffed bullets into the cartridge belt despite the bleeding of his fingers. Then it fired at the German soldiers who were pouring in.

For a whole day the Germans did not stop. The offensive turned to shelling, the shelling turned to bombing, and the bombing turned to attack. During the bombing, Andrasdorf dragged the machine gun to the base of the wall, and when the bombing was over, he dragged the machine gun back to the same place and fired, and he became a deaf, half-blind, and senseless man. The soldier who was his secondary shooter was smashed under a large chunk that had fallen from the vault, and he had been screaming terribly for a while, but Andrasdorf could not throw down his machine gun to save him as the enemy attacked. I don't know if the heat sink melted open the weld, or if it was pierced by bullets: the machine gun was steaming outward, like a boiling samovar, and Andrasdorf dragged it from the collapsed door to the base of the wall, and from the root of the wall back again, anxiously, the bullet was about to run out. He didn't know that there were still a few soldiers left here, but he kept shooting until the bullets couldn't go. Then he remembered the submachine gun, swept at the Germans, and then ran into the dark depths of the building, stumbling on stones and corpses from time to time.

Before he could reach the basement, he heard scattered shots and hoarse "Ula" sounds outside. Andrasdorf understood that his man had arrived, so he staggered to the exit, dragging the submachine gun with him. Someone ran up to him and said something to him, but he managed to spit out a word from his thirsty throat: "Water ......" and then collapsed, unconscious.

The water revived him. When he opened his eyes and saw the kettle, he immediately reached out and drank one sip after another, and then he realized that it was a young girl with black eyes who was as beautiful as a goddess.

The girl was slender in shape, but strong in strength, and with only one arm she supported Andrasdorf's heavy body, and in the other hand held a military kettle and fed him water.

The battle was not over, and he was drinking from the jug in the girl's hand, when he suddenly saw a German with a submachine gun rushing towards them.

Andrasdorf tried to grab his submachine gun, but all the strength of his body was drained, and he watched as the German soldiers pointed their submachine guns at them.

But at this moment, the girl's back seemed to have eyes, she put down the kettle in her hand with incredible quick movements, picked up a "Bobosha" submachine gun placed beside her with one hand, and fired a short shot at the Germans, her movements were so smooth, natural, with an indescribable beauty, Andrasdorf for the first time since he joined the battle, he associated bloody battles with the word beauty.

Her shot was so accurate that the German soldier's chest burst into a large mist of blood, and he immediately fell to the ground, and then two more German soldiers rushed over and opened fire in this direction, but they only had time to pull the trigger of the submachine gun in their hands, and they turned the muzzle of the gun and knocked it down, and the bullets fired from the submachine gun swept to the ceiling.

The girl shot like this, forming a wall of death between her and the doorway, and Andrasdorf saw that if the Germans wanted to cross it, only death would greet them.

But soon the girl's submachine gun ran out of bullets, and Andreasdorf straightened up and took his submachine gun to her: "Comrade, use this gun!" ”

The girl nodded, dropped the still smoking "Bobosha", and was about to take his gun, when she saw a smoking German grenade thrown in through a window on the side.

The girl's face changed, and she grabbed a brick and threw it over, and the brick knocked the grenade flying, and the grenade exploded the moment it flew out of the window.

The first time Andreasdorf saw such a thing, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and he didn't come back to his senses until a group of German soldiers rushed in.

"It's better for you." The girl gave the German a calm look and returned the submachine gun to Andrasdorf.