Before rushing into the building, Lynn deliberately made a slight but quick gesture of looking up - something resembling a transmitter antenna was sticking out of the second-floor window. So, he instantly strengthened his thoughts: no matter what level of command this is the enemy, control the entire building first!

As soon as he slowed down and fired continuously, Lynn had also changed from the leader of the team to the middle of the group, when several of his companions had already stepped over the corpses of Soviet soldiers and rushed into the gate, firing fiercely with assault rifles and submachine guns. In addition to the sound of gunfire, indistinct roars could be heard in the ears, which should have been shouted by Soviet officers and soldiers who had been attacked suddenly. Greet fellow resistance? Forced to surrender to the situation? Or do you shout long live the revolution when you know you are going to die?

Lynn didn't care about that, strode forward with an assault rifle, and rushed into the building in the blink of an eye. Although the ground floor hall is not as large as the shopping mall opposite, it should not be a problem to hold a small dance party, and through the thin smoke of gunpowder, the wreckage lying here and there can be seen with the naked eye. In the face of the surprise attack, there were still Soviet soldiers in the corner who were desperately resisting, and a series of five or six dark red bullets slashed through the air, hitting a German soldier in front of Lynn's side - this brave Imperial soldier still rushed forward with his usual name, but the strong impact and the severe pain in his body had an overelectric effect, and I saw that his hands were suddenly spread outward, his head was thrown back with exaggerated speed and posture, and his body remained almost upright in an extremely obvious and violent tremor...... With a quick reflexes honed in the rigors of battle, Lynn turned as fast as he could, took his gun, and aim, and his gaze behind the infrared telescope exuded the ferocity of death: as long as it is an enemy, shoot or kill!

Smack...... Smack...... Smack...... Because the other party shot his companion, Lynn fired three shots in a row with great resentment, and at a distance of less than twenty meters, the three bullets hit the target without exception, and the Soviet soldier seemed to have been continuously whipped with bamboo strips in a very short time, although his body was close to the corner of the wall, he still trembled violently when each dark red point of light disappeared, and in the dim light, the scattered liquid could not be seen to be viscous or thin at all.

The anger was not fully expressed because of this, and Lynn immediately roared: "Attack! ”

Encouraged by this battle cry, the two German soldiers who rushed to the front were as if they were enchanted, and even though bullets flew down the stairs, they did not retreat or dodge, and fired their guns with great courage. The first German soldier was hit by a series of bullets when he rushed halfway up the stairs, and immediately fell down on his back, and the second soldier was not only hit by two or three bullets, and his shoulders and ribs immediately burst out with shocking blood splashes, and his mouth was a helpless wail!

Like many of his companions, Lynn's first instinct was to pick up his gun and shoot in the direction of the staircase, and by the time he remembered to call for a grenade attack, a thin figure had already scurried less than three meters from the staircase, and several seemingly aimless bullets were stirring up debris in front of him, but the man threw a wooden-handled grenade at it in a very coherent motion - and then quickly dodged to the side, but he ran to the side with his head in a panic and fear, stumbling under his feet and stumbling on stones, and actually fell to the ground awkwardly.

It was this action that made Lynn immediately determine that he was the sixteen-year-old Private Titchmel. Slightly sideways to dodge the debris and impact of the explosion, he was about to take the lead and rush up the stairs, when he heard someone next to him shouting in panic: "Sir, there are Russian tanks outside!" ”

Lynn was startled, subconsciously bowed and turned his head, and at this time, a series of light points that looked denser than ordinary submachine gun bullets shot in from the window of the outer wall, through the empty hall and hit the wall, suddenly shaking a large amount of dust, and the crunchy sound of rattling followed, clearly shaking Lynn's mind.

How can it be?

Lynn looked out the window in disbelief, the light on the street was still dim, but those black outlines could be faintly seen!

There was no dull roar of engines, no screeching sound of guide wheels turning and tracks rubbing against the ground, and the tanks were clearly not coming to the aid of the guns - they had been there from the start!

Lynn would rather be dizzy than see the scene in front of her become a reality, but the tongues of fire jumping on the Soviet tanks are unmistakably displayed in the line of sight. Even with advanced equipment such as infrared night vision devices, even if the shooting technology has reached the realm of supernatural beings, Lynn could not help the Soviet soldiers in the tank, and even worse, they obviously realized that the first floor of the building was occupied by German commandos, so they opened fire without hesitation.

The coherent dark red points of light are like the sharp teeth of a deadly viper, which makes people avoid it, seeing that the trajectory of these light points is rapidly depressing, Lynn hurriedly reached the root of the wall near the outer wall with an unstandard side slide, and looked back reflexively, although there were no more bullets on the stairs, but the German soldiers were so pressed by this foreign deadly bullet rain that they couldn't raise their heads, where was there a chance to rush to the top?

Suddenly in a state of descent from a state of hope of victory, Lynn has not even figured out where her omission lies. Could it be that the Soviet tanks stopped at a previously unobservable corner, or were they so focused on the target in front of them that they missed the deadly threat "with no one in sight"?

Finding the root cause of the problem is by no means a top priority, the on-board machine guns of Soviet tanks are like drugged macho men on the dance floor, showing their charm with continuous madness, and it is not difficult for Lynn to judge: if this situation continues, his team will be annihilated here.

Rushing out? Unless you run faster than a bullet, you will be torn to pieces by the machine-gun fire of those Soviet tanks in the blink of an eye!

"Grenades thrown out!" Lynn finally let out this hysterical rant, and then he moved down the wall to the door and yelled outside, "Noah! Noah! ”

In such a situation, a veteran soldier who has been experienced on the battlefield naturally knows why the commander calls his name. Suddenly, an extremely violent explosion sounded outside, sounding very close, very close - like those Soviet tanks shelling the building, but Lynn knew that as long as there were Soviet personnel in the headquarters, those tanks would not use such extreme attacks.

At about the same time, the German soldiers who were pinned down in the hall on the first floor, especially several close to the windows of the exterior wall, each threw grenades outward. In the loud boom, the air waves from the explosion poured into the building with gunpowder smoke and countless sand and dust, and the visibility in front of them suddenly decreased significantly, making people feel like they were suddenly in a fog. But for Lynn, the only ray of life appeared at this moment!

"Rush upstairs!"

Shouting, the man got up on his hands and feet, and rushed to the stairs in desperation. In times of crisis, people's nerves are often like springs under heavy pressure, and once given the opportunity to release, they will exert extraordinary agility. Seeing a figure that looked like Wolfrum rushing up the stairs in front of him, Lynn was relieved and grateful, praying in her heart that this companion would not be left dead in front of him, and even more prayed that he could lead this group of brave soldiers out of a desperate situation.

Probably hearing the noise downstairs, the people upstairs were already rushing to open fire before Wolfrum could rise to the top - this was a wake-up call to the German commando soldiers, and Wolfrum, leaning on the railing of the staircase, pulled out the last wooden-handled grenade hanging from the belt with great speed, pulled the pull ring on the top of the projectile, and waited two seconds before turning sideways and throwing it.

Lynn bowed slightly, opened his mouth wide to reduce the impact of the close-range explosion on the eardrum, but the location of the grenade explosion may not be more than five meters, and the huge sound wave still shook the ear holes, even so, Lynn still maintained a clear consciousness in his head, almost stepping on the explosion to climb the stairs, only to wait for his head and shoulders to rise to the second floor, that is, he turned around and put the muzzle of the gun in the empty space between the railings on the floor, and pulled the trigger according to the bright outline that appeared in the infrared scope.

(To be continued)