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After nibbling some bread in the cold water, and lying on her stomach for a long time in the cold snow, Lynn felt her eyelids sink more and more, and she missed the camp bed at home very much. Although it is narrow and simple, it will make a loud crunch when turning over, but it responds to the sentence "The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennels". Compared with the harsh battlefield environment, the trivial things that disturb him in the ordinary world are just floating clouds......

Not knowing what the German word for "time" is, Lynn stabbed "butcher" with her elbow and pointed to her right wrist joint. The "butcher" lifted the cuffs with a blank face and turned the surface of the watch directly to Lynn.

On the hand of the "butcher" is a very metallic watch. The silvery-white case, the snow-white backing, the gold hands, and the corresponding Roman numerals at 3, 6, 9 and 12 o'clock on the dial, the hour hand has passed the II, and the minute hand is close to the VI.

"It's half past two!" Lynn muttered in his heart, they had been ambushed here since almost a quarter of two, ready to give the Soviet armored forces advancing along the road a second "surprise", but 45 minutes passed, not to mention the Soviet tanks, not even the shadow of the infantry. In this situation, didn't the Soviets change their path?

I wanted to ask Ensign Hu to borrow a map to see, but when I thought of the headache of language, Lynn became entangled again. I didn't think about anything, I grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on my face, and the cold feeling suddenly cleared my brain a lot. Looking up, many people were just as impatient as they were - if the Soviets didn't come in a quarter of an hour, everyone could just retreat.

Lynn was thinking like this, when she suddenly heard the "butcher" whispering something, that is, in the blink of an eye, there was a faint familiar roar in her ears. The two trees that fell on the road before were indeed big enough, although the Soviet tanks were oxped, the work of clearing the roadblocks was probably not as good as professional construction machinery, and direct blasting would damage the road surface and cause the wheeled vehicles to travel troubles, and it was estimated that in the end it was with the strength of the infantry to move the big trees.

As the roar drew closer, Lynn looked up, and a German soldier volunteered to climb to the heights, like a lookout on the mast of a warship, except that the brave land sailors could not convey information with sound. At this moment, the soldier with the big ear steel helmet sat on a tree sticking out to the north, gesturing to his companions below. "Three" for a while, "five" for a while, waving his arms and clenching his fists for a while, all of this completely confuses Lynn, but fortunately he doesn't need to worry about so much - Ensign Hu is staring intently!

Moving his frozen fingers slightly, and slightly picking up the Mauser rifle, which had already been reloaded, Lynn tried to aim at an object about two hundred meters away, and he was now sure of a single shot at such a distance.

"Nottel......

A deliberately muffled voice came from nearby, and Lynn subconsciously turned her head to look at the "butcher", and now his lips were tight, and his eyes were like torches staring at the road outside the woods. Thinking about it, in addition to the dozen or so people who were responsible for detonating and sniping Soviet tanks, the rest of the more than 100 soldiers were ambushed in an arc-shaped area less than 70 meters wide and almost without any depth, and the forest was so quiet that the battle orders did not need to be relayed by every non-commissioned officer at all, and it was more than enough for three or four people to speak.

"Nottel......

The second time the command sounded like a complete reminder to the soldiers to calm down, Lynn deliberately let the index finger of his right hand that was responsible for pulling the trigger move a few more times, and waited until the roar from outside the woods sounded close at hand, and then put it back on the cold trigger. Germany in the last year of the war is indeed bad, but it is by no means the worst, Lynn has seen information about the bitter cold of the Soviet Union, it is said that in the environment of tens of degrees below zero, even the firing pin of a firearm can be broken when it is used brittlely. It would be a tragedy within a tragedy to possess himself with a German soldier who lacked warm clothing and was surrounded by Soviet troops.

The white-painted Soviet tank finally appeared in the gap between the trees in front of it, and although the wheels and tracks were spinning rapidly, it was not moving fast, and Lynn probably didn't even reach thirty yards by sight. This is an absolute "safe speed" on an ordinary road, and the distance between the two Soviet tanks in front and rear is significantly wider than before. Despite all these precautions, Lynn felt that the commander of the Soviet armored unit had failed to pay attention to the German infantry he was facing. If the infantry had been sent in advance to conduct combat reconnaissance along the woods, this second blocking battle would have been ineffective.

The success of the previous battle did not require Lynn to remind Second Lieutenant Hudge again that the soldiers he arranged for the first Soviet tank to pull the rope after the first Soviet tank had passed the explosion point, and with the time delay of the grenade for three or four seconds, the second Soviet tank had already passed by the time of the explosion. Two thick cedar trees rattled to the side of the road in the explosion, and when they fell, they separated the third tank of the Soviet armored column from their companions.

It's pretty much the best Lynn can imagine!

Faced with the same "road trap", although the Soviet tank crews had learned a lesson, there was no better way, from the third tank onwards, all the combat vehicles stopped at the first time, and turned the turret as fast as possible to fire at the side of the road. However, they could not react faster than the German anti-tank infantry, who had been waiting here for a long time, only to see three rockets flying out of the woods with white trails one after another, and exploding the third and fourth Soviet tanks in one go. The flames rose into the sky, turning into large clouds of black smoke in midair, and continued to rise, rising above the top of the tallest tree.

The mechanical, cold voice of MG-34/42 roared through the woods, and a barrage of bullets fired mercilessly at the tank-carrying Soviet infantry, many of whom were hit before they could jump off the tank, and the nimble ones immediately hid on the other side of the tank. Although none of the German soldiers crossed the road at the risk of exposing their targets during the ambush, a small number of German troops who had retreated earlier along the opposite woods spontaneously cooperated with friendly forces. After the battle began, they coldly fired at the back of the Soviet soldiers, and when the Soviets organized artillery and machine gun fire to return fire, they scurried like lynxes to another hidden firing position.

After firing only one shot, Lynn realized that a rifle or submachine gun would still not be very useful in such a battle, and he simply gave up his useless work and tried to view the battlefield with the calm of a bystander. In the line of sight, Second Lieutenant Hu Zha's left hand was slightly propped up, and his right hand holding a gun was put aside, facing the direction of the road, paying close attention to the development of the battle situation, especially the two tanks at the head of the Soviet armored column. They were still advancing despite the trees blocking the road and the vehicle-mounted infantry being killed and wounded, and as they were about to escape the hunt of the "tank killers", the German anti-tank infantry lying in ambush on the side of the road finally opened fire. As a result, a rocket hit the rear of the second Soviet tank and blew it up on the spot, while the rocket fired at the first Soviet tank deviated slightly from the target. In this case, even if the anti-tank infantry reloaded as fast as they could, they could only watch as the Soviet tank turned its turret and continued to move forward. Soviet tankers were well aware: as long as they left the range of the German anti-tank rocket launchers, their tank guns would be able to calmly repair each other!

Looking back from a distance, Lynn took a look at the "butcher" lying beside him, the SS sergeant and infantry squad leader holding his submachine gun diagonally. Although the range of this fully automatic weapon is claimed to be 200 meters, in fact, it is really effective within 100 meters, and there are many trees across it, and it is difficult for two bullets to hit the road, and the probability of killing Soviet infantry is close to zero. Although it was perfectly possible to do so, the "butcher" did not turn to the "** sand" that Lynn wanted to shoot at a longer range, he had a cold face, and with a cold face that could almost stare the enemy's frozen gaze ahead. Lynn felt that whether it was Soviet infantry breaking into the woods or a superior commander giving the order to charge, this guy would definitely react correctly in the first place.

In the distance, some trees near the road suddenly fell in the opposite direction of the road with a rattling sound, and several Soviet tanks smashed through the natural obstacles in front of them with brute force like white polar bears. Firing in the dense forest is tantamount to ignition**, they only fire heavily with long-range vehicle-mounted machine guns, and most of the bullets hit the trunks of trees, even so, the muzzles of the machine guns on the tanks continue to dance with the fire of the fire.

Observing the battlefield on the ground with an unbelievably calm, Lynn still ignored the air, especially when the sound of intense gunfire drowned out the hum of the engines, and he didn't notice the two gray-green painted fighters flying low from the north. Their wings are painted with a striking black-and-white iron cross, and despite their dexterous fighter shape, a round, black bomb hangs under their belly. With no warm-up action or show, they flew some distance along the road, dropped bombs directly on the Soviet tank columns, then pulled up, circled, turned 180 degrees, flew again along the road, dived, strafed, pulled up at a small angle, and then flew back to the north without looking back.