"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The explosion rained down on the snow, and the dirt flew through the air along with the broken branches, and then fell to the ground with a thud, smashing onto the top of the bunker. The brothers of Company E lay tightly on their stomachs in the bunker, and they were shocked by the unprecedented intensity of the shelling.

"Am I going to die? I'm going to die! Pooh held his head in his hands and crouched in the bunker, his head buried deep between his knees, and his mouth kept muttering, and he was trembling all over. This is a normal reaction of a recruit, but it is also a precursor reaction of a person's collapse. Such a fierce shelling made his nerves on the verge of collapse at any time.

"Damn, you have to calm down, what's the big deal about dying?" Sabes was distraught by Pooh's hysteria, and to be honest he was scared too, but what was the use? In such a heavy shelling, you may hit the jackpot and a shell will hit your bunker directly, although Captain Parks said that the bunker can withstand the bombardment of a 105mm cannon, but once you are really in this state, any guarantee is nothing.

"If we really die, I'd rather die sooner, but before we die, we have to fight the Germans, Pooh, look up, you're dead now, only then can you face the Germans without fear, a dead person will not be afraid of anything." Sabes yelled at Pooh, a phrase that was widely circulated in E-Company, and was the spiritual pillar for many people to shake off their fears and take up arms to fight the Germans.

"But—I'm still alive!" Pooh looked up and looked at Sebins with a worried expression.

"Damn it!" Sebins gave him an angry look, "Dumb from Momion! He muttered quietly, then decided not to pay attention to the timid unresponsive fellow. Company Commander Parks said something so philosophical that he couldn't understand, what else could he expect to understand? The more timid a person is, the sooner he will die.

Sabines muttered something, which Pooh didn't hear, and his ears were now full of the whistling and exploding of shells. He clasped his hands tightly over his ears, trying to get rid of the torment, but it was only a futile struggle.

"The Germans are finally getting started!" Welsh spoke loudly to Parks' ear.

Parks nodded, he lay in the bunker, praying in his heart, praying that his bunker would not fall cannonballs, to be honest, although he was confident in the bunker he had drummed up, but after all, the bunker had not been directly hit. If they could survive the German shelling, then their infantry would not be a cause for concern, and he believed that it would be impossible for even as many Germans as they could to break through the intertwined network of fire without paying a heavy price, and the last thing the Germans could afford was a heavy price. Parks was betting on luck, betting that the Germans couldn't afford it.

Vikingke looked at the clearing and woods that had been plowed by the cannonballs. He didn't think about anything, he wanted to show a little joy, but something was stuck in his chest. And Jery Vickers beside him looked very excited, his eyes stared at the deep forest in front of him, looking at the smoke rising there and the woods that had been flattened by the shells, he couldn't help but whistle and laugh at Vikingko: "Americans, this time we finally tasted our power." To be honest, I rarely see this kind of shelling density now, and I'm fed up with fighting without artillery fire and without aircraft support, which will only cost us our lives. Do you know? Vikinko, I like this kind of fight, it makes my blood boil, and superior firepower is the guarantee of our survival. ”

As he spoke, there were bursts of cheers from the Germans. They were excited by such a bombardment, and the ** of the attack that they had been hiding in their hearts for a long time was being ignited little by little by this fierce shelling. After this round of bombing, it is estimated that the bunkers of the American army will be almost destroyed, and the remaining resistance will be minimal.

Such optimistic predictions were told to them by their superiors. And they themselves are convinced that the result will be, as the commanders say, the Americans will surrender on their knees, the ground will be covered with their corpses, and their blood will stain the snow here red.

Jerry Vickers didn't hear Vikinko's response, he felt very strange, and turned his head to look at him, Vikinko's expression was blank, there was no excitement at all, and there was only a deep look of helplessness in his eyes with disgust.

"Are you scared?" This is the second time Jery Vickers has asked this question to Vikinge. In his opinion, a soldier who has lost his fighting spirit will sooner or later be afraid of fighting, and may even become a deserter. Now Vikinko has such signs. Truth be told, Jerry Vickers doesn't like this look, because it leads to fear and timidity, which is something to be taboo in battle, and it will only kill a lot of his brothers. So Jerry Vickers said to Vikinge again, "What the hell is wrong with you?" ”

"Nothing!" Vikingko replied lightly, his thoughts were just as Jerry Vickers thought, he was tired of fighting, especially when the desperate look of his good friend flashed in his mind from time to time, he was tired of all this. Boredom is the beginning of a man's loss of courage, and he begins to feel a fear that rises from the depths of his heart in the woods in front of him.

"Coward!" Jerry Vickers looked at Vikinko's demeanor with disdain. Artillery fire is a guarantee of victory, Jerry Vickers thinks so.

"We're leaving!" Some officers shouted loudly and began to urge the soldiers, "We must break down the American lines with the fastest attack, keep the speed, keep the speed!" ”

The soldiers began to move quickly through the clearing in front of the woods, the mines in the clearing had been plowed by shells, and there was not much left, and occasionally an explosion could be heard, but this obviously did not stop the speed of the German attack. They advanced very fast, some people began to run, and if the speed in the open field was not fast, it was likely to become a target for the American army.

"Bang!" Continuous gunfire rang out, and the American troops finally began to counterattack, but they were only sporadic gunfire, not dense. It looked as if the American forces had been destroyed, and what remained of resistance was no longer enough to threaten the German advance. Knowing that it wouldn't be that simple, Vikinko ran forward as hard as he could, praying to God with words in his mouth.

The sporadic gunfire paralyzed the German army and made the German officers think that the American army was really not enough to worry. They can no longer organize decent resistance, which means that the US military has most likely been crushed, and it is up to them to pick up the pieces. But none of them noticed, although the gunfire was very sporadic, but it was very accurate, basically one shot at a time, and in the desperate running of the German army, people kept falling headlong and being shot to death.

"Bang!" With a bang, very close to Vikinko, a soldier who was running out of breath beside him, suddenly slammed his body, his head burst out with a blood injection, and then, like a log, because of the habit of running, he fell straight forward, and then one, not moving! This made Vikingo's heart tremble, his speed was faster, even if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, he still desperately opened his mouth wide, breathing every breath of air he could breathe, so that he could run into the woods early, where there were trees to use as cover, which meant that he could have a greater chance of survival, he was still disgusted by the blood and minced flesh of his friends, he didn't want to become such disgusting minced flesh too.

Vikinko looked at Jerry Vickers, who was running not far from him, he looked nervous, holding his rifle and speeding in the snow, like a leopard running towards its prey. He squinted his eyes and looked at Vikinko, showing a look of surprise, at least Vikinko's speed was very good, and he was able to charge ahead with him, and he did not shrink behind. But he didn't know what Vikinko was going to do, he knew that the faster he ran, the less chance he would be hit, and the less chance he would be hit when he entered the woods.

Around the two of them, people kept falling. But the two of them were not hit, thanks to their speed and dexterity, Jerry Vickers had dodged the bullet several times in a row, if he was not agile enough, then the one who fell on the snow would increase him, and at the same time, his heart slowly changed a little.

Although the Americans' counterattack was not fierce and the gunfire was sporadic and the gunfire was sporadic but their aim was very good, and they rushed all the way, and more than 50 people fell in the open space of about a mile alone. But all this is because of the charge, because of the sporadic gunfire, people ignore it. That's almost the same number as the casualties of the first attack.

"Whoa!" With a bang, Vikinko landed on his knees, made a quick slide, let his body slide on the snow for a meter or two, and then leaned against the back of the big tree, and he finally rushed to the woods. And at this time, because of his bowing head, a bullet flew over his head and hit the chest of a German soldier who was following him, the German soldier seemed to have been hammered from behind, the whole person's chest was pushed forward, his hands were spread forward, the rifle flew out of his hand, he made a pounce posture, and his open arms were like the wings of a bird that had been hit, tumbling and falling in the air of death.

With a bang, the soldier fell in front of Vikinko, his eyes glaring without brilliance, gray as the sky when it snowed, and cold to the hands and feet. The rifle fell right in front of Vikinko. Vijinko suddenly gasped for air, and he pressed one hand to his chest, trying to hold down his heart that was about to pop out of it.

"God, God, if I'm unfortunate enough to be hit, hope I'll die sooner!" Vikinko drew a cross on his chest, then turned his head with difficulty and looked at Jerry Vickers, who was already hiding behind the tree. Jerry Vickers gestured to him, motioning for him to rush forward, and they were going to move forward tree by tree before finally breaking through the American lines.

Vikinko shook his head, he didn't want to move, he knew that there must be American troops targeting them, as long as they dared to poke their heads out, the best situation would be to be shot by them. Moreover, several of the people who rushed in from behind, who could not find cover, had already been shot to the ground.

"Hell!" Jerevix saw Vikinko shaking his head constantly, and he scolded angrily, he originally wanted to cross with Vikinko, using the big tree as a cover. But now it seems that Vikinko did not want to cooperate with him in the slightest. When he charged in the open field just now, he thought that Vikinko's courage had returned.

Jerry Vickers gestured to Vikinko again, signaling for himself to rush out first, and then after Vikinko covered the shot, he was providing Vikinko with a cover shot, causing him to rush forward. Vikinko didn't move, he didn't shake his head, which made Jerry Vickers very embarrassed, at this time the Germans in the back continued to break through the woods, and then people continued to be knocked down, and the gunfire of the Americans intensified behind the woods, but it definitely did not reach the intensity of the first attack. Vikinko didn't want to die at this time.

Jerry Vickers shook his head, bowed his head and cursed, then stood up, hunched his waist and sped towards a large tree diagonally in front of him, and then he heard a gunshot. But he felt that it was definitely not Viginko's cover shot.

"Bang!" Bullets hit the snow beside him. Once again, Jerry Vickers escaped. He couldn't help but feel glad that his luck was really good. He was about to approach the tree, and he decided to rush over, so he straightened up, raised his head and chest, and with a great stride, leaped behind the tree.

"Bang!" Another gunshot, very close to himself. He still knew that this was not Vikinko's cover, it was the unique sound of the US M1 rifle, his chest seemed to have been hit hard, his whole leg that stepped forward still kept in front, and the whole upper body fell backwards, his head was raised back, and he fell heavily on the snow, and the whole person fell into the snow.

"Son of a bitch!" Jerry Vickers fell to the ground, he tried to move, but his limbs didn't listen to him, and he couldn't lift even an inch high. He was hit in the chest, and blood came out one by one, and he cursed in his mouth, but a mouthful of blood spurted out. His eyes searched everywhere for something.

Finally, he saw the eyes behind a big tree, and there was a look of confusion and reasonableness. His eyes began to drift, his life began to drain, and it was then that he realized what was contained in the hidden eyes behind the great tree. Unfortunately, it was too late, his life was almost over. Then he saw that the eyes suddenly became firm, and he was surprised to find that Vikinko had rushed out of the tree and ran towards him.

"Don't come here!" He wanted to stop him, but he couldn't make a sound, just looked at him with sad eyes, and he also hoped that Vikinko could save himself, and he didn't want to die yet, and the bullets kept flying over Vikinko's head and around him, hitting the large tree chips around him.

Vikinko had already fallen to the snow, then reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him behind the tree. "Bang!" The gunfire was far away, much farther than the sound of the shot that hit Jerry Vickers. But the bullet hit Jerry Vickers in the head accurately, and his head drooped down, and he died instantly.

When Vikingko dragged Jerry Vickers behind a tree, he already felt his death. He gasped, then laid out Jerry Vickers' body and watched him quietly, death came too suddenly, but it was expected.

It was Sifodi who hit Jerry Vickers, who saw a German soldier running nimbly through the snow from the clearing to the woods, and Sifodi fired three shots at him, but all three missed. This is undoubtedly a shame for Sifodi, who is very confident in his marksmanship, which he himself thinks.

"Damn it!" Sifodi shot again in the snow, and the German dodged again. He quickly hid under a large tree. It didn't show up after a while. When Sifudi thought he didn't have a chance, the opportunity suddenly came. The German could not bear it any longer, and without any cover, he burst out from behind the tree and ran towards a large tree in front of him.

"Bang!" A shot missed again, Sifodi saw the opportunity again, the German in order to get Da Dashu faster, actually raised his chest and raised his head, this is a very good opportunity, Sifodi decisively fired the second shot, and then he saw the German fall down in the air and his whole body was lying on his back on the snow, obviously not alive, Sifodi hit him in the chest.

The second shot was fired by Parkes, who was supposed to shoot the soldier who was rescuing the wounded German, but because the soldier lifted the wounded guy's head up, a shot hit the wounded man's head. Parks shook his head regretfully, it was clear that the soldier never appeared again, he hid behind a tree, and did not move.

The Germans advanced quickly, but they also quickly got into the range of crossfire from the Parkes bunkers, and the mortars opened fire first, and several successive explosions blew up in the Germans, but they did not stop them. But then a dense burst of gunfire rang out in the woods, more dense than the first tentative attack. Obviously, E-Company also used all its strength.

When the gunshots rang out in a torrential rain, Vikinko hid behind a tree, looked at Jery Vickers' body, shook his head and said, "This is the land of death, Jery Vickers, and soon I will be with you!" Vikingo saw groups of German troops rushing towards the American lines in front of them, as if they were swarms of moths throwing fire. He pursed his lips, then stood up, picked up his rifle, and rushed out behind the tree...... The fire of the American troops came out of the ground, and the weapons in their hands were like scythes that harvested life, and the Germans who rushed to the front, screaming, rolling, moaning in the snow, and more often lying on the snow could not move. Their lives were mercilessly harvested in the dense gunfire, and the white snow had turned dark red, but the Germans were following one after another, they had no way to retreat, only by taking this place, they could achieve victory, and the more brutal battle had just begun......

(To be continued)