Before sticking his head out of the foxhole to shoot again, Lynn set the rifle gauge at 300, a few dozen meters behind the other side of the river, and when he raised his gun to aim, he was surprised to find that a considerable part of the Soviet infantry had crossed the central line of the river. Considering the limited speed at which the soldiers could run with their loads, Lynn was certain that the Soviet troops were already on the offensive before the shelling cover was over.

Despite the fact that thirty tanks had been lost earlier, at this time thirty or forty Soviet tanks were rushing to the front line, and most of them were T-34s with distinctive appearances. At this time, Lynn saw not only the fighting spirit of the Soviet officers and soldiers, but also the strong foundation of the Soviet army that could continue to attack regardless of losses. The light limited the effective viewing distance, but looking at the flickering artillery fire in the distance, Lynn could imagine how many Soviet assault guns and self-propelled guns were gathered there.

In the summer and autumn of 1941, the same two armies, the gray torrent from Central Europe inexorably swept through Eastern Europe, one after another red battle flags were reduced to ashes in the flames, and the Soviet army, which had lost most of its elite, fell into a desperate situation, and completed the Jedi counterattack with unimaginable will and great sacrifices.

In less than four years, the situation on both sides has been completely reversed.

There was no time to adjust the gauge temporarily, and Lynn pressed down the muzzle slightly. When the gunshots rang out, a Soviet soldier who was crossing the river suddenly fell on his back, his hands exaggerated outward.

On the south bank of the river, the Soviet soldiers in charge of fire suppression had already set up machine guns, and a series of bullets flew like fireflies in the fading vision, densely burrowing into the German positions, disappearing into the snow, mud and sand, and human bodies.

Without a steel helmet to protect his head, Lynn had already thought about firing a shot to lower his head, half-turn, squat, and the entire action of retracting and resetting was completed in the foxhole, so that although the shooting interval would be extended, the safety would be more reliably guaranteed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lynn first retreated the ruler to the 200-meter position, hesitated, and then retreated it to between 200 meters and 100 meters.

Take a deep breath and stand up with the rifle in an oblique hand, the muzzle lowering as your body rises, and when your shoulders are flush with the edge of the foxhole, the rifle is almost parallel to the ground.

The fast Soviet infantry had approached the north bank of the river, a blind spot where Lynn could not shoot directly.

Because it was winter, the night came early, but the clear sky was not completely dark, and the bright stars shone on the earth, and without the interference of flares or searchlights, the naked eye could roughly recognize the black shadows moving hundreds of meters away. The wind was not strong, and when a vague figure appeared in the rifle's crosshairs, Lynn quickly estimated the difference between the bullet's flight time and the target's displacement—his excellent mental arithmetic skills were his "winning weapon" for repeated shots.

After the gunshot, the shadow fell unexpectedly, but on the battlefield where a large number of soldiers on both sides participated, it was difficult to tell that the enemy had indeed been killed by himself. If two or more soldiers on the same side fire at the same target at an extremely close interval, it is easy for everyone to think that they have hit the target, when in fact their bullets may be deflected.

After Lynn squatted and reloaded, he squatted again in a stretched posture, and the battle between the two sides had quickly entered a white-hot stage. As the Soviet tanks rushed to the river bank again, the German anti-tank infantry in front of the main position did the same thing. In order to ensure hits and conserve as much ammunition as possible, the battle groups, coordinated by an officer, in most cases only dealt with Soviet tanks in front of them, and their clever deployment allowed them to always seize the moment when the Soviet tanks were most vulnerable to attack. However, no tactic on the battlefield was invincible, and a large number of infantry rushed to the river bank following the first batch of tanks, and although the machine guns in the German trenches and even the "** sand" caused great damage to them, the close range of Soviet infantry also posed a direct threat to the German anti-tank fighters at the front of the battle line. The German soldiers who wielded the "Iron Fist" and the "Tank Killer" were either pinned down in foxholes by the opposing bullets or shot in the face of a risky attack. Even though the machine-gun and submachine gun fire of the main German position swept away the first batch of hundreds of Soviet soldiers rushing onto the river bank in just a few seconds, these crucial seconds still changed the course of the battle - several T-34s finally rushed to the river bank, and the machine guns on the front of their turrets and bodies immediately exerted their power, and the fierce strafing fire at close range immediately caused sparks and mud to fly on the German positions. Even if the defenders used their flesh and blood to resist the fearlessness of the enemy tanks, in this case they could only increase the casualties, and the German soldiers who used anti-tank rocket launchers to block the Soviet tanks immediately launched an attack as soon as they had the opportunity, but the rhythm of the battlefield was already staggered by the opponent, and by the time the Soviet tanks in front were blown up, more tanks in the back had climbed the riverbank......

Seeing more and more white figures following the Beetle-like T-34 onto this side of the riverbank, Lynn had no choice but to abandon the "safety plan", and before he ran out of a row of bullets, his head, which was only wearing a cloth military cap, his neck with a concentration of trachea and arteries, and his shoulders were exposed, slightly pressing the muzzle of the gun, and firing and firing as fast as he could. Even so, there are more and more enemies in front of them.

The last shot knocked down the enemy who was less than sixty meters away, and when Lynn retreated back into the foxhole, he suddenly felt that he was short of breath and his heart was beating super fast, and he grabbed a row of bullets in his right hand and wanted to fill the magazine.

Stabilization! Stabilization!

Lynn said to himself in his heart, and tried to relieve the stress and tension with a deep breath, but this trick did not seem to be very effective, and finally reloaded the bullets, and when he looked up and got up, he remembered that he had planned to adjust the ruler, and his frustration turned into frustration, and the frustration led to impatience, and the next first shot only hit the leg of the Soviet soldier - a distance of less than fifty meters!

When pulling the bolt, Lynn inadvertently glanced up, but saw that the ** sand in the hand of the Soviet soldier opposite suddenly spewed out a tongue of fire, and the bullet seemed to be coming straight to him, he was terrified and even desperate, and subconsciously made a completely inappropriate move: raise the gun and shoot.

The hasty shots missed, but the comrades in the trenches immediately killed the dangerous guy with their submachine guns, while others threw grenades at the front of the position. Although this may threaten their own anti-tank fighters, they really have no better way to see the Soviet soldiers rushing in like a tidal wave.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Having heard it three times with great shock, Lynn remembered the slogan and what it meant. Lynn knew that white-knuckle combat was his own shortcoming, so he continued to repeat the actions of aiming, shooting, and pulling the bolt, and when he had used up the remaining three bullets, the vicious Soviet infantry had already rushed into the defenders' main position, and they immediately got involved in a melee with the German soldiers who came out with their guns. In this case, the rifle shot was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe at close range, and Lynn had a gun in his left hand, and his right hand was originally going to pull out the bayonet from the scabbard hanging from his belt, but some Soviet soldiers rushed directly over the German trenches and rushed forward - sadly, Lynn would not have time to play dead at this time!

The brain was like an overelectricity, Lynn's thinking maintained a certain rational thinking in a panic, his right hand immediately changed course and stretched out to his waist, pulled out the shell gun, and opened the safety with a surprising calmness that made him feel unexpected, and when he pulled the trigger, two Soviet infantry had already rushed to less than ten meters, and in the moonlight, Lynn could even see the fierce light flashing in their eyes.

Syllable...... Syllable...... Syllable......

The crisp gunfire finally lived up to Lynn's expectations, and although there was an uncontrollable sense of jumping when shooting with a single-handed gun, the bullets still hit the enemy in front of him one after another. The first two shots drilled two blood holes in the same chest, and the blood flowers that burst out in an instant spread out like fireworks blooming in the air; The latter shot hit the door directly, and the face that was originally a little masculine and handsome suddenly became a prop in a horror movie.

Attracted by the sound of the gunfire - or rather feeling the immediate threat, the other Soviet soldiers who had not rushed towards them all ran with bayonets in their hands, and did not slow down in the process of changing direction. Lynn didn't have time to think about it at all, holding the shell gun flat in his right hand, and quickly shifted the muzzle of the gun in a small way every time he pulled the trigger, the heroes in the movie were able to kill a dozen bad guys with the strength of one person, but even if the marksmanship existed, it must be based on long-term hard and tedious practice, if it was only imagined, the ** of the ten would encounter the same situation as Lynn: although the close-range shooting was three shots and three hits, only one opponent was directly kicked out of the battle, and the other two Soviet infantry were shot, But instead of disabling their fighting power, the injuries to their hands and shoulders triggered a state of rage between the two. Even if none of them were particularly ostentatious burly physiques, it seemed easy to "condescendingly" strangle Lynn in a foxhole......