At about 3 o'clock in the morning, it was time for the changing of the guard, and Parks decided to let the brothers take turns on duty. He walked over to Smith's foxhole, crouched down, and patted his helmet: "Hi Smith, it's your turn." ”

Smith opened his eyes, and then he saw Parks, muttering, "Is it already me?" So saying, he got up and crawled out of the foxhole. He gathered his equipment and set out to stand guard with his bayonet-mounted rifle.

Without the accidental injury of "Night of the Bayonets", Parks replaced Tybert, allowing Tybert to avoid being accidentally injured by Smith and leaving Smith without the opportunity to hurt his brother. Parks looked at his back and smiled unconsciously. These things I did were to do my best to reduce the casualties of my brothers, and it seems that there are still some results. Although many brothers were saved by themselves without knowing it, it was worth it more than anything else.

Parks found Sergeant Lipp and asked him to take his place and inspect the entire E-Company outpost. He was so tired that he had to rest for a while before attacking, otherwise he could easily get injured in battle. Now the accidental injury of the night of the bayonet, which he feared, would no longer happen, and that was his main purpose.

"Yes, sir!" Lip didn't say anything, he was a very disciplined man.

Parks nodded at Lipp before walking towards his foxhole. Most of the brothers of E-Company fell asleep, and a few did not sleep very well, often making subtle rolls and sighs.

"Bloy?" When Parks passed by a foxhole, he saw that the GIs inside were still staring wide-eyed, looking at the opposite side of the black hole, and he didn't seem to be sleepy, and Parks recognized him and couldn't help but scream.

"Sir!" Bloi glanced at him, and the voice responded.

"What are you thinking?" Parks jumped into Bloy's foxhole, and the two sat together, Parks said as he took out the raincoat from his backpack and spread it on the wall of the paratrooper pit, then leaned in and closed his eyes slightly.

Bloy looked at Parks, shook his head, and looked at the darkness in front of him again, as if he wanted to see through the horrors of the night, and muttered for a moment before he whispered, "I'm thinking about tomorrow's battle, sir." ”

But there was a soft snoring in his ears. He couldn't help but turn his head to see that Parks' steel helmet was almost covering his entire face, and the snoring sound was coming from the covered steel helmet - he was asleep.

Bloy was stunned, then cast his eyes on the front. He was full of fear of war, and his heart had been in a panic since the airborne landing, and he never stopped. In battles large and small, his fears were infinitely magnified by the constant collapse of his brothers, or the sight of their blood-stained uniforms and their screams of pain.

To tell the truth, he admired Parks, his agile skills and accurate marksmanship; envy his courage to keep moving through the rain of bullets and bullets of the Germans; Envy the heartfelt respect he received from his brothers. I also respect him very much. But all this was annihilated by his own timidity. He even felt that he was not qualified to fight with him. He now knew why Parks didn't go back to his foxhole and stayed with him. He tried to get himself out of the situation.

Bloy stretched out his hand, and in the darkness, he spread his five fingers. Then he felt a tremor in his heart, and this tremor made his hands tremble with his heart.

"Damn it!" He cursed inwardly, and slammed his hand on the edge of the foxhole with some annoyance. There was a tingling sensation that made his heart feel a little comfortable.

After this almost venting punch, Bloy's heart gradually calmed down a little. There was also the sound of Parkes' snoring, and his steady breathing, as if it was a reassuring needle, allowing him to gradually relax his tense heart. Once the tension in his heart relaxed, he felt tired, and then gradually fell asleep.

The night before the battle, the position was quiet. Not only were the positions of the American troops quiet, but no one in the German army wanted to provoke anything anymore. They either fell asleep or waited quietly and nervously for the order to attack.

Colonel Haight stood at the back of the position, staring motionlessly at the darkness in front of him, and he did not look at his watch all the time, which would have given his subordinates an uneasy mood. He had to stabilize the morale of the troops and give them enough confidence to defeat the Americans.

A staff major beside him couldn't bear it anymore, and kept raising his wrist to look at the time, and now the time for the attack was getting closer and closer. And this made the major a little inexplicably nervous.

"Major Andris!" Haight glanced at him, smiled and whispered, "Nervous? ”

Major Andris was taken aback, then looked at Colonel Haight, who was smiling, his expression relaxed a little, he shook his head a little embarrassedly, and then straightened his chest: "Don't be nervous, Colonel!" ”

Haight looked at him and shook his head and smiled, "That's not true, Major, your movements and expressions betrayed you!" ”

Andris was embarrassed, this kind of mind that was broken up, in front of his boss, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in the crowd, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to use a smile to dissolve, but the muscles on his face were very stiff and he couldn't laugh.

"I'm nervous too!" Haight didn't even look at him again, and said a faint word to the dark front.

This sentence immediately stunned Andris. But he couldn't ask. He just looked at Colonel Haight, his expression a little stiff. Andris actually knew that the landing of the Americans had been successful, and that their strength was not enough to hold back the advance of the Allied forces. He looked at Haight's figure, which seemed lonely in the night, and suddenly felt some sympathy for him.

In fact, sympathizing with him is also sympathizing with yourself. Andris smiled wryly. But he didn't say anything. He knew that his duty was to obey orders and fight to the death or to the death. Because of this, his heart also tensed, he pressed the pocket of his jacket, felt the thin piece of paper and photos inside, and his heart seemed to be quiet.

"What's in your pocket?" Haight suddenly looked back and saw his action, and he knew that many military personnel like to keep pictures of family or girlfriends in the pocket of their jackets. Not just a soldier, but so did he. It's just that he has a photo with the Führer in his pocket, and it has been more than a year, and this is his most precious photo, and he puts it close to him whenever he wants.

"Photos?" Haight smiled slightly, and he could see that Andris valued it.

Andris was once again seen through by Haight, his face suddenly turned a little red, and he muttered, "Yes...... Yes, a letter to his wife, and...... And photos of our family. With that, he reached out and took out the photograph and handed it to Colonel Haight.

Andris in the photograph looks handsome in an officer's uniform, on his left is a very ordinary-looking woman, this kind of woman can be seen everywhere in Germany, very quiet, but will be very industrious, and on the right is a little girl, about three or four years old, with a round face, with a chubby mouth open, laughing.

Haidt was stunned and didn't say anything, and he regretted it a little when he got the photo. It reminded me of my wife and son far away from home. The gentle beauty of the wife, the handsome and chic of the son. He loved his wife very much, and he loved his son even more. Although his son strongly asked to join the army, he flatly refused. He sent him to university and forbade him to participate in politics and the military. He vaguely knew the final outcome of his empire. He's leaving a way back for his family. But he had to fight for the man he most admired, the Führer, until he died. He had no choice.

"Sir!" Andris couldn't help but scream when he saw that Colonel Haight seemed to be in a daze. He was a little worried about the colonel.

Haidt quickly came to his senses. He knew he couldn't think about it now, it would be fatal for him, on the battlefield.

"Give it back, Major!" Haight handed the photo to Andris and looked at Lian, who was still very young, "If there's a chance to survive, go back and see your wife and daughter!" They must miss you so much! ”

"Sir?" Andris almost suspected that he had misheard, Haidt had always been a notorious commander for his sternness, but he had heard it with his own ears.

Haidt didn't explain, he just nodded slightly. Then he raised his hand and looked at his watch. It's close, it's close, it's close, and the final outcome of a battle can affect the outcome of the battle in the future.

The sky was already hazy, and the morning light was about to fall.

Parks woke up reflexively. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was five o'clock, and it was only half an hour before the time of the attack. At this time, Winters began to come over, glanced at Parks, who had woken up, and whispered, "Go and wake up the brothers, get ready, we are going to attack." ”

Parks nodded. Then he nudged Bloy beside him. Bloy opened his eyes, and his face was still dazed after waking up from a deep sleep.

"Get ready to fight, check your weapons!" Parks admonished, and crawled out of the foxhole, waking up Goneri, Tybert, and Landowman.

"Wake up your brothers and get ready for battle! We're going to attack! "Remember, don't make too much noise, we need to be cautious before we attack!" ”

Soon the brothers of E-Company were woken up. They began to inspect the weapons and, during this time, seized the time to eat something. Although it is still the K dry food, no one can complain about anything anymore. If you don't have time to complain and be able to eat a little, then when you fight, it will be of great benefit to the preservation of physical strength.

Subsequently, F Company and D Company also began to prepare. Everyone entered the position, quietly waiting for the moment when the battle would begin. No one spoke, and no one wandered.

Bloy curled up tightly in the foxhole, and the fear that had gradually dissipated when he slept slowly returned to his heart with a depressed and solemn atmosphere. He covered his helmet with one hand and his rifle tightly with the other, trembling slightly.

The morning dawn came quietly, and a hazy scene gradually appeared in front of me. Then you can gradually see the scenery in front of you clearly. The hazy outline in front of me gradually became clearer and clearer......

Winters looked at his watch for the last minute. The minute hand moves unhurriedly......

Parks quietly jumped into position, then raised his rifle, and through the crosshairs, he gradually saw the opposite fence, "and the shadow of the Germans shaking behind the fence."

"Attack!" Striele gave the order.

"Attack!" Colonel Haight also gave the order.

The orders of the two men were given almost simultaneously.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of the M1 Garand rifle broke the solemn atmosphere and cut the quiet morning light like a curtain cut by a sharp knife.

A German fell headlong to the ground. Parks fired the first shot.

This shot kicked off the battle.

All the artillery, mortars, machine guns, rifles, and other weapons opened fire in unison, and for a moment the guns were loud and the sky was dark. The brothers of Company E, who had experienced non-stop fighting, began to feel tired, but they all held their ground.

"Stay where you are, you can't go back!" Wales shouted loudly, he rushed to the front of the position, shot desperately, shouted loudly, "Crouch, watch out for the Germans, don't let them charge!" ”

Winters also kept shuttling through the positions, constantly shouting loudly, issuing orders: "Mortars, aim at the Germans, return fire immediately." ”

"Paikanti, tell your brothers not to panic, squat down, find cover, and shoot!"

"Concentrate your fire!"

"Keep shooting, maintain superior firepower, and keep an eye on your left!"

Winters went back and forth in Company E to boost morale. He shouted hoarsely and loudly, reassuring the brothers of Company E, at least their commander was still holding on.

Bloy hid in the foxhole and shivered, he looked at the swaying figure outside the foxhole in fear, and he didn't dare to say a word. The "poof" sound is the sound of a bullet as it pierces the body. A running figure suddenly collapsed in front of Bloy's foxhole, his head drooping, and a stream of blood gushing out of his mouth and then filling his entire face.

It was Private Volkman of the second platoon, who was shot in the chest and abdomen and died instantly.

"Ahh

"Bloi!" A voice sounded above him, "Damn it, get up, stand up, grab your rifle and finish those Germans!" Hurry up! ”

It was Parks' voice. Bloy finally looked up, and Parks was glaring at him, "Have you forgotten my words?" You're dead, you know, you're dead. You have no fear, no cowardice, and no more death, for you are dead! Grab your weapon, yes, that's it, shoot! ”

Under Parks' scolding, Bloe finally picked up his rifle and ran out of bullets in one breath without looking. The bullet in this one magazine seemed to knock out all his timidity. He cried out loudly, "Yes, sir, I'm dead. I'm not dead, I'm going to kill those Germans! ”

He changed a magazine, then raised his gun again and began to aim.

"Bang!" With a bang, the bullet casings popped out and rolled in the air, drawing an arc. As if a beautiful rhythm, Bloy didn't seem to hear the deafening sound of gunfire, only the crisp sound of the M1 when it was fired, and the beautiful map when the shells were thrown in the air, this is war, this is fire! For the first time, Bloy experienced this feeling.

When the bullet was finished again, and the magazine ejected, the dinging sound, as if to wake him up from his blur, he looked up and saw that Parks was already gone.

"Come on, German, see how I'm going to kill you!" Bloy changed his magazine again, leaned on the edge of the foxhole, and pulled the trigger on a German who was charging towards the position of E Company. The German fell headlong. Destroying the enemy, it turns out that it's that simple.

"Tank!" Suddenly, someone shouted wildly, and at the German fence, the turret of the tank appeared, and then the German tank was seen rushing over.

The tanks rushed towards the positions defended by the 2nd Battalion and fired shells incessantly, with the German infantry behind the tanks.

"Boom-" A shell exploded ten meters from Christen's birth.

"I'm hurt!" Someone was shouting, it was Stelo next to Gordon, who had been hit in the thigh by shrapnel. Gordon was also hit with shrapnel in the shoulder and leg.

"Kill the tank!" Parks yelled, "Christenson, kill that tank!" ”

Fortunately, preparations had been made in advance, and each platoon received an extra bazooka, and Christenson, Ramirez, Malaki, and Joseph rushed forward with their bazookas. They each found their own goal.

Malaki stopped in an open area, then crouched down, loaded his rockets and shouted at Joseph: "Fire, kill it!" "A tank rushing towards them tried to break through the barrier.

"Boom-" The rocket was bounced off and exploded after hitting the tank. The tank was not damaged in the slightest.

"I said it a long time ago, it's not a good idea!" Joseph kept muttering, "Sooner or later, the two of us will be killed by this bazooka, hurry up, the tank is going to be raised, it's going to cross the fence, now is our chance, its head is cocked, let's its belly." Joseph shouted excitedly.

"Fire!" Malachi shouted loudly. At the same time, Joseph opened fire, and the rocket hit the unprotected belly of the tank, which was where the tank was vulnerable, and in an instant, the tank exploded and caught fire, billowing smoke.

"Hurry, retreat, hurry!" Maraki patted Joseph and ran back as fast as they saw the German soldiers following behind the tank.

"Cover, cover!" Winters shouted loudly.

Christenson's machine gun fired at the area, slowing down the Germans' advance. But the bullets continued to fly over the heads of Malaki and Joseph.

"Come here!" Parks pulled Maraki into the positional bunker. Joseph jumped up, he tried to jump over that bunker. The Germans fired at him with heavy fire.

With a "thud", Joseph fell to the ground along with the bazooka he was carrying on his shoulder.

"I'll just say it's not a good job!" Joseph had a bitter face, and he tried to get up, but soon fell. A red trail of blood spread rapidly across his chest.

"That's not true......" he coughed violently, and then a cloud of blood poured out of his mouth, making his voice slurred, "No...... Good errand! ”

"Joseph!" Parks screamed, but Joseph had lost his luster and turned gray.

"God!" Malachi couldn't help but cover his face with one hand, and then lowered his head in annoyance, "Damn, no, no, Joseph, you're okay, please, don't do this!" Malaki choked.

"He's dead!" Parks patted Malachi on the shoulder with his hand, "Go the Germans!" Kill them! He died worth it. ”

Parks didn't know how to comfort Marachi, and he slowly closed Joseph's eyes that were still open. By this time, Christensen had withdrawn, and he and Ramirez were returned by a burst of German gunfire and had no chance to take out the tank. But because Joseph's destroyed tanks blocked the way of the tanks behind the Germans, they turned and attacked the flanks of Company E.

"Damn, the left wing is finished!" When Wales looked towards the left flank, Company F could not withstand the attack of German tanks and artillery, and began to retreat like a tide. F Company retreated, and then D Company also retreated.

On the entire position, only Company E remained. Company E was completely isolated in its position, forming a salient, which was hit by heavier German fire.

"Gordon, press the Germans on the right with machine-gun fire!" Winters refused to retreat, and he was still able to command the battle.

"Guys, hold on." Parks kept cheering up among the brothers.

"Lieutenant Colonel, F Company and D Company have retreated!" Nickerson, who was watching the battle from the rear, anxiously reported to Strieter that if F Company and D Company were not quickly made up, E Company's situation would be very dangerous.

"Whose order is this?" Lieutenant Colonel Striele was furious, "Damn, I'm going to remove him." ”

"Nexon, tell them my orders right away, F and D companies must be brought back into their lines, they must!" Stryll added in an unquestionable tone.

The German tanks outflanked E Company from the right.

"Oh, it's over!" Ramirez looked at the tanks that were coming this way and cried out in despair.

"Not yet! Private of the second class. A voice came from my ear, it was Parks, "We're not done yet, don't be so discouraged." The battle is not over yet, hurry up, keep shooting, don't stop, let the Germans have a chance! ”

"Yes, sir!" Ramirez raised his rifle and continued to shoot, since he could not retreat, he had to fight to the end.

"Mortars, aim at the enemy on the right and don't let them outflank us. We still have a chance! Winters kept issuing this order, directing his brothers to stubbornly nail this position.

Company F and Company D, under the orders of Lieutenant Colonel Streil, began to advance again. The gap in the position was filled in front of them, and the Germans attacked many times, but they were never able to break through the defense line of the second battalion.

"The tanks of the Germans are here again!" Christenson suddenly screamed, and he said to Ramirez, "Alright, man, look at the two of us, kill it, and we'll be saved!" As he spoke, he unscrewed the bazooka and moved to the flank, trying to kill him from the side.

"Although this is a game of fate, it is obvious that you can't do it alone, and you still have to be with me!" Ramirez picked up the rocket and followed, they had no way back, they just had to move forward.

"Boom-" The tank was suddenly hit and burst into flames.

(To be continued)