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"Discuss it and go on the offensive in the afternoon!" General Goltz said to the staff officer as he looked at the soldiers retreating from the front.

Several officers and officers who had withdrawn from the front carefully learned the details of the battle and inquired about the enemy's disposition in the city.

The battalion that had been attacking (a thousand men in total) lost 400 men at once, and it was impossible to send them to continue the attack for the time being.

"The city is a trap, and the enemy takes advantage of their numerous machine guns to put us in a difficult situation where we are firing at them." A staff officer listened to the soldier's description and said.

"The enemy has too many machine guns and bullets, compared to the number of machine guns in one of our divisions."

"We can't stupidly shoot at the enemy, it's like going to die."

"We've never had such a problem with such a dense firepower in a unit."

Several staff officers were discussing the characteristics of the enemy.

"Guys, in fact, the enemy is similar to the trenches we used to attack the enemy, but the enemy's firepower is exaggerated a little, we must have a way!" A staff officer encouraged.

"We have to keep the enemy's machine guns at bay, and any decision to let the troops charge at so many machine guns is a fool's errand." Another staff officer said.

"We don't have so many machine guns to fire at the enemy, and the enemy won't give us a chance to set up a proper machine gun position, and there is no obstacle on the side of the wall facing the city to provide cover." A staff officer added.

"The city wall is our biggest cover, we can eliminate a small number of troops to take control of the city wall, transport our mortars under the city wall, and target the enemy's fire points in the city for targeted killing."

"It's a good idea, but we have only three 76.2mm mortars in one battalion, which is not enough."

"We can concentrate the mortars of the whole regiment, so that there are nine, which is almost enough."

"Also, we must destroy the enemy's forts south and west of the city."

After repeated deliberations by a group of staff officers, an attack plan was finally discussed at noon.

Even when the coalition forces stopped attacking, the Soviet troops were busy repairing the fortifications.

"Sir, our fortifications at the head of the city are in tatters, and I'm afraid we can't hold them." An officer said to Ivan.

"After all, this is not a permanent fortification in the trenches, it is enough to delay the enemy's attack and inflict casualties on the enemy. Our numbers are far less than the enemy's, and we still have to fight flexibly, and we can't drink the enemy to fight hard. Ivan looked at the report and said: "Tear down all the houses within fifty meters of the city wall, build a defensive line fifty meters from the city wall, and control the barricades inside the town, and block off the streets large and small." ”

"Yes, sir."

In the afternoon, a German company and a Lithuanian company began to attack the eastern wall.

Bursts of gunfire rang out again from the walls, but the sound was much sparser than it had been in the morning.

The allied soldiers stooped over the walls and, as in the morning, took the walls as planned, after paying some casualties.

The Soviet soldiers sat down for a little bit and withdrew into the city.

This time, after the coalition soldiers cleared the enemy troops on the city wall, they did not rush up the wall in a swren, but used the wall as a barrier.

Nine mortars from the entire German infantry regiment were concentrated. They were carried behind the city walls by four or five soldiers, and the muzzles of the cannons were raised high.

Some coalition soldiers lay behind the eastern wall and opened fire on the city.

The Soviet troops immediately returned fire, and machine-gun bullets hit the walls of the city walls, filling the field with dust.

The artillery non-commissioned officer stood on a ladder behind the city walls, carefully observing the position of the enemy's machine guns, then climbed down and adjusted the angle of fire from the mortars.

After the adjustment, he immediately climbed to the top of the ladder to observe.

Nine mortars opened fire almost simultaneously, and in just half a minute, four shells were fired from each mortar.

Nine mortars were aimed at nine targets, and after the first round of strikes, four mortars fell accurately through the windows and roofs into the middle of the houses, destroying the enemy's firing points. The other five mortars simply hit the target, blowing up a piece of tiles.

The artillery non-commissioned officer immediately came down to personally adjust the parameters and continued to shell the enemy's remaining fire points.

At a distance of more than 100 meters or so, the accuracy of shooting was greatly increased by the fact that the artillery officer personally observed the target.

The Soviet soldiers thought they would shoot the enemy as hard as they would in the morning, but who knew that the dense mortar shells were falling accurately overhead. The thick wall in front of him could withstand the shells, but the roof was very fragile, and a mortar shell blew through the roof, and three or four seconds later, a mortar shell burrowed into the room through the hole in the roof, and exploded inside, and the Soviet soldiers inside had no time to hide, and they were either killed or wounded.

Other mortar shells fell directly into the house through the small window, leaving the Soviet soldiers inside without time to react.

The sudden attack caused the Soviet army to lose almost one-tenth of the preface firepower, and no one expected that the artillery fire of the coalition forces would suddenly become so accurate.

The coalition soldiers did not rush into the city, and the mortars behind the walls stuffed shells into the barrels of their guns and fired into the houses inside the city.

"Hidden, hidden!" Some Soviet officers, seeing the enemy's intention to lure the machine guns into fire and then use the mortars to destroy them, immediately ordered the machine guns to stop firing.

But some of the temporarily promoted officers didn't know how to work around, and still fired at the coalition soldiers who were sticking a helmet on the wall, as they had done in the morning.

After more than ten minutes, the news finally reached every room in the city. The machine guns in the city finally stopped firing continuously, except for a few rifles, which would not have fired at the coalition forces behind the walls from the windows.

By this time, however, the Soviets had lost at least two dozen machine guns.

"Prepare for street fighting!" Ivan watched the enemy's mortars wantonly destroy one fire point after another, and said with a gloomy face.

I thought that this trick would last at least a day, but who knew that it would be cracked by the enemy so quickly, and I didn't know how many days the remaining troops would be able to hold out. Ivan looked up at the east, hoping that the main forces of the Soviets would arrive sooner rather than later.