On the battlefield, the flow of time sometimes seems fast and sometimes slow. Lying in the cold snow, Lynn felt that a long, long time had passed, until the call of the "butcher" came, he turned his head again, but saw that the injured companion just now closed his eyes tightly, his chest no longer fluctuated, and his heart suddenly became infinitely sad.

“lynn！”

"The Butcher" calls Lynn's name, but his last sentence is something Lynn can't understand at this time. The SS sergeant was lying flat on his back, his head turned to his side, his whole face covered with blood and mud, and although his uniform was dirty and wet, it was evident that it was caused by muddy ground rather than heavy bleeding.

In addition to the old wounds, Lynn felt that there were no new injuries to his limbs, body and head, and that he had regained some strength while lying down, so he shook his head at the "butcher", and he didn't know if he understood the meaning of this action. As for getting up and continuing to run, Lynn had such thoughts, but he soon realized that since he was knocked down by the shell, the Soviet artillery fire had gradually faded away. Why get up and attract enemy shells and bullets, since lying down without worry?

With this in mind, Lynn turned her head to the other side. There are quite a few Soviet tanks in sight, but their size has "doubled", and it is estimated that they are less than 500 meters here. In this case, if you get up rashly, you will be immediately beaten into a sieve by the machine gun of the T-34, which may also be the reason why the "butcher" did not dare to make a big move.

In the interval between the Soviet tanks' fire, the "butcher" opened his mouth and muttered, at this moment Lynn was really anxious and helpless - how good it would be if he could communicate directly in words?

Seeing that Lynn didn't reply, the "butcher" turned around with difficulty and crawled closer, and then Lynn was surprised to find that three fingers of the "butcher's" left hand were missing, and blood was still gurgling out from the severed finger, and the slap and cuffs were covered with blood. I was about to find a first-aid kit, but I remembered that it had been used on Huang Mao's body, so I had to take out a handkerchief from my pocket.

While Lynn was bandaging his left hand with a handkerchief, the "butcher" gritted his teeth and kept silent, his eyes fixed on the Soviet tanks. After crossing the hill, they significantly slowed down their march so that the infantry who got out of the car to cover could keep up, while the Soviet combat infantry, wearing white winter coats and basically carrying a "** sand" in their hands, was constantly strafing the remains of German soldiers lying on their stomachs or lying on the ground along the way. In this case, even if Lynn had the courage to sacrifice his life, he would not be able to find an opportunity to attack the Soviet tanks.

Barely bandaging the wound, Lynn saw the "butcher's" frowning, resentful but helpless expression, and was about to turn back, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of several moving huge white shadows outside the village, and he hurriedly pointed to the "butcher". The "butcher" looked back, and his right fist was suddenly clenched!

Seeing his own chariot, Lynn was also in ecstasy. He carefully distinguished, there were seven of these chariots in gray and white paint, two of which were very prominent, the tall and wide body looked like a heavy wall from the front, and the tracks on both sides were very widely spaced, and the branches and leaves used for camouflage could not hide the thick barrels.

For three days, Lynn had not seen a single real German tank, but based on the size of the two previous half-track armored vehicles, it was speculated that the two behemoths should be the Tiger or King Tiger tank. Despite their slow speed, short travel, and high mechanical failure rate, their strong armor and superior firepower gave these land kings an incomparable domineering formality, making them fearsome and headaches on both the eastern and western fronts.

The "butcher" turned his head, the gloomy look in his eyes was gone, and he said happily: "Tig! Uzheifer-Tig! ”

Lynn hesitated for a moment, and suddenly realized that the "ladder" he was talking about should be the English word for "tiger", which means "tiger". Judging by the historical record of engagements, the two Tiger tanks, if used properly, had every chance of taking out a dozen T-34s and retreating, while the German combat units that left the village and advanced this side were covered by five other models of combat vehicles - three of which were of the later model of the No. 4 tank, and the other two were probably assault guns of some type or self-propelled anti-tank gun.

Boom!

The first to fire was the Tiger in the middle of the armored queue, which suddenly stopped, and the bright yellow flames and grayish-white smoke from the burning of the projectile spewed out from both sides of the muzzle brake, making it look like a steel monster smoking a cigar. In terms of pure spectacle, this is more spectacular than the T-34 without a muzzle brake. The cannonballs whistled overhead, and Lynn hurriedly turned his head, just in time to see that the cannonballs accurately hit a T-34, and the huge explosion instantly engulfed the white-painted Soviet tank, and forced the dozens of tons of guys to stop on the spot. The flames and smoke cleared, and the T-34's turret and front of the body were charred black. The cockpit hatch was abruptly open, and black smoke poured out of it, but no tank crew members were able to escape. I couldn't see the bullet holes and breaches from hundreds of meters, but it was almost certain that this guy had been scrapped.

The majestic blow of his own tanks made Lynn almost clapped his hands, and then the second "bang" sounded, and he simply stared at those Soviet tanks intently. After the German tanks appeared, they scattered their formations and increased their speed in an attempt to reduce the chance of being shot. However, the first shell of the second Tiger short-range shot still hit a Soviet tank accurately, and it hit its body track right from the side. The shell exploded inside after piercing the hull, followed by an even more violent detonation. Although the T-34's turret and body were not separated, the black smoke rising everywhere still revealed its ruined end.

"Gut Germat!"

It was easy to let out a bad breath, and the "butcher" excitedly slapped the ground with his right hand. Lynn looked back at him and smiled, even though there was no mirror, he knew that this smile must be bright after the rain!

After receiving two blows in succession, the Soviet tankers were also a little impatient. At this time, the tanks of the two sides were still about 1,500 meters apart, and even the T34/85 could not shake the armor of the Tiger tank from the front at this distance, but several T-34s still fired with short stops. Lynn and the "butcher" turned their heads to look at their own armored battle group, and the shells screamed and landed in the wilderness, and the landing point was also seven or eight meters away from the nearest German tank, and the level of fire on both sides was immediately high!

The German tankers did not get carried away by the beautiful "good start", and the two Tigers restarted, their majestic bodies moving forward smoothly under the rumble of the engines, moving a distance of about twenty meters, they stopped one after the other, and after about four or five seconds of aiming and adjustment, they opened fire again.

The people lying in the middle of the battlefield - and probably other survivors besides Lynn and the "butcher" - were busy turning their heads to see the results of the shelling. After being discharged at a muzzle velocity of more than 800 meters, the 88-mm armor-piercing projectile flew over the battlefield in just two seconds, and in the second round of shelling, one shot landed slightly off the T-34's tracked side, while the other shot hit the target unexpectedly. Although the hit point was the thickest frontal position of the T-34's armor, the force still tore through the steel plate and drilled into the tank......

Seeing the third Soviet tank being brutally killed, Lynn's mood suddenly brightened, and he even felt that he was now like the referee in a football match, and the position and angle of watching the game were incomparable to any luxury box.

Obviously, a high-ranking officer could never lie in the middle of the battlefield and watch the battle.

After two rounds of shelling by the Tiger tank, the distance between the two sides was almost 1,200 meters, and the battle became fierce. On the Soviet side, the remaining 11 T-34s fired intensively at all costs, and soldiers in the rear also began to fire at the German array with truck-towed artillery. The area where the German panzer group was located was soon filled with smoke and dust from the explosion of artillery shells, and one or two of them seemed to hit the Tiger tanks, but none of them caused direct damage to the two steel beasts painted with off-white camouflage and black and white iron cross logos. On the German side, in addition to the Tiger, five other combat vehicles also began to shoot one after another. Judging from the landing point of the shells, the shooting skills of the German armored troops were indeed impeccable, and of course, according to what Lynn had read, the optical sighting equipment of the German tank vehicles was also better than that of the Soviet army. Human and technical factors were superimposed, and two of the five shells hit directly, one of which directly blew up the Soviet tank, one blew up the tracks of the T-34, and the other three basically fell within three meters of the Soviet tank.

The progress of the battle situation was extremely unfavorable for the Soviet side, and the few small and medium-caliber infantry guns did not help much, and the remnants of the T-34 finally did not stubbornly move forward. Led by the platoon tanks, they stopped and shifted to reverse, keeping their cars and turrets facing the Germans at all times, and firing with short stops from time to time, although the results of the fire for cover purposes were not very good. After two more rounds of fire and the destruction of a T-34, the German tanks also stopped firing and slowed down. The two sides tacitly disengaged from fire, and the T-34s retreated all the way up the hill and eventually disappeared from view, leaving behind only the wreckage of six destroyed or wounded tanks and the bodies of fewer than 20 Soviet soldiers - a tiny fraction of the Soviet torrent that breached German lines this morning.

Standing up with the help of the "butcher", Lynn looked back at the road he had walked, and there were dozens of corpses of German officers and soldiers scattered on the ground, thinking about the hasty and desperate journey, and suddenly felt like a world away......