With enough fighters to control the entire battlefield, the Soviet pilots finally distracted themselves from the small hill where Lynn was located. Although the foxholes in the woods may not be directly visible from the air, the two Il-2s swooped in from different directions and strafed them with machine guns and machine guns. The invincible fire directly broke the trunks of several pine trees, and the branches that fell from the air and the snow made a special rain. Lynn was crawling tightly in the lower part of the crater, not daring to raise his head even if all kinds of debris fell on him, and his ears were filled with the whistling of airplanes, bomb explosions, machine guns, machine guns, and the angry roar of the "butcher"!

Vaguely, Lynn heard the words "Goering" and "Berlin", and he guessed that "The Butcher" might be cursing Goering's incompetence. This guy transferred the main forces of the Luftwaffe to defend Berlin, but Berlin was constantly under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Allies.

If it weren't for Goering, Lynn thought to herself, maybe Germany wouldn't have lost the war with such great regrets. Stupid, arrogant and incompetent, sometimes I wonder why the Führer would treat such a person as his right-hand man and let him do whatever he wants. As right-hand men at the beginning of their political careers, Hess and his ilk were far from being treated like this.

In fact, there are many, many historical questions like this, out of his love for military affairs, Lynn once served as a moderator of a discussion forum of a World War II forum for a short time, and thus saw the mixed ideas of netizens. The questions of the novices are always ridiculous, some fanatical and stubborn people show their extreme stubbornness in some aspects, and most people, including Lynn, look at and discuss that history from a purely military perspective. "What will happen to China if Germany wins the war", Lynn has long been accustomed to laughing at such worries and doubts. At that time, it seemed to him that traveling back in time and space only existed in fantasy.

Opportunities are sometimes lost to unprepared people.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, Lynn subconsciously raised his head and shook it, he suddenly felt that his action was the same as a puppy shaking his body and shaking water, but he did not have the calmness and calmness of a puppy at all.

However, looking at the messy position and the companions who fell in a pool of blood, no one can really calm down.

After running out of bullets in the continuous strafing fire, the Soviet fighters flew away. Before they could finally disappear from sight, Lynn turned to look at the two Tiger tanks. They were still burning calmly, showing no sign of restarting, and the closed hatch hadn't been opened......

Relying on the protection of the fortifications, the casualties of the German infantry in this air raid were actually not large, only one soldier was killed and two were wounded on the hill where Lynn was located, and the four-man combat team led by the "butcher" suffered no casualties. However, Lynn could clearly feel the rapid decline in morale, or rather, his own morale had been greatly reduced by the continuous bombardment of the enemy.

Looking at the dilapidated defensive line, Lynn couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's time to retreat!

Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, the order to retreat came down. The "butcher", who had been brave in battle, was unhurriedly packing up his weapons and belongings after being ordered to retreat, and Lynn no longer had the courage to fight another rearguard battle, but he and his two companions waited silently for their immediate superior, and by the time the SS sergeant stepped forward with his submachine gun, they unsurprisingly fell at the back of the line.

Helpless and helpless, Lynn has no intention of complaining. He struggled to puff out his chest so that he could be worthy of the roles of "first-class field marksman" and "steel defender".

At this time, the retreating ranks were shrouded in an invisible sadness, but the soldiers spontaneously maintained order. The only three vehicles were used to transport the wounded and tow anti-tank guns, and the surviving gunners either sat on gun mounts or evacuated on foot among the infantry. Those who were unable to get into a car walked slowly on crutches or on stretchers, and were cared for by their companions.

There was no complaining, no friction was seen, and everyone did their best to maintain the demeanor of a soldier, even the wounded tried not to moan.

As they passed the wreckage of the two Tiger tanks, the German infantrymen spontaneously slowed down or stopped for a moment, and many of them silently took off their hats in greeting. These two steel tombs are buried the best warriors of the Empire, who have not been able to become the trump cards of the storm, but have done their best to achieve them. They are eagles that died in the wind, ice crystals that dissipated in the sun, and they proved their worth with their brilliant performances, and their fighting will and skill were comparable to any tank ace of their time!

Even hard-hearted people will be moved by this silent scene.

On the road stretching from the village to the north, the retreating procession of more than 1,000 German officers and soldiers was immense, and there were hundreds of soldiers retreating from the positions on both flanks. They walked directly north along the edge of the woods, perhaps because of the lack of people and the length of the road, but gradually the soldiers were separated from each other by some distance, so that they looked like a group of stragglers who did not know each other. But in fact, these people spontaneously took on the task of protecting the flanks of the team. At each passing point, the non-commissioned officer or the older soldier would climb a nearby hill to keep an eye on the side, and only then would they quicken up to keep up until the soldiers who knew each other or did not know each other walked by.

Carrying a "** sand" on his back, holding a Mauser 98K, and wearing a broken M42 steel helmet on his head, Lynn walked silently behind his companions. The battles of the past ten hours swirled in his mind, starting with the collapse of the forward position, the ambush in the woods, the Soviet air raids and tank pursuits, and the two successive stops of the Soviet infantry, which he could not have imagined before he crossed into the era of war. What's more, not only did he persevere, but he also had a firm grasp of the art of killing people - killing more enemies with his own hands than he had in the past! However, killing people did not give him pleasure, nor did he feel addicted, from the initial fear and ignorance to the current confusion, he is still struggling with one "why" after another.

This is a war with no victory in sight, and maybe the battle is only for the most basic need to survive, is it?

The whistling cannonballs suddenly interrupted Lynn's thoughts, and he was taken aback by his unpreparedness. Looking back in a hurry, he saw smoke and dust billowing on the horizon in the distance, needless to say, it was the Soviet tanks that he feared and hated that caused these "pollutions"!

The cannonball is a life-urging charm, and the "sharp killing weapons" that follow quickly take away one fresh life after another. The German infantry marching along the road scattered busily, but the Soviets never seemed to have to worry about ammunition, and their tanks and self-propelled guns were firing heavily at distances of seven or eight kilometers, completely oblivious to the waste caused by most of the shells missing their targets.

Walking on the edge of the woods, Lynn didn't have to worry about his life for the time being, but he didn't feel the slightest happiness in his heart. Led by the "butcher" and several other non-commissioned officers, everyone began to accelerate and run. It's a race against death, but victory doesn't come in the form of a single-handed escape from the battlefield. Those comrades who had left the road and fled on both sides were in a precarious situation, uninjured or unharmed, wounded in the legs and had to be carried on stretchers, and were quickly helpless in the face of Soviet shelling. So, the "butchers" ran to the side of the road despite the threat of Soviet shells, and when they met their own people along the way, they tried every means to help them retreat north. When they met the stretcher, four carried one and ran.

In this situation, Lynn, who was still alive and well, didn't think much about it at all, and joined forces with someone to support a wounded man and began to run wildly. Unfortunately, the burly soldier still maintained a considerable weight despite insufficient supplies, and Lynn had to grit her teeth to bear the pressure on her shoulders. At the beginning of the journey, they were able to maintain a relatively fast speed, but with the rapid consumption of physical strength, the pace of the three people slowed down significantly, and the Soviet artillery fire did not stop there. Countless shells screamed and fell, and the huge explosion set off waves of violent air, and even if they were lucky enough not to be hit by shrapnel, people were blown to stagger. Once again, he overdrew his physical strength, and once again bit his lip, and when Lynn subconsciously glanced at it, he was suddenly dumbfounded: Who can it be that it is not the "butcher" who cooperates with him to save people?