Sleeping on a position under shelling?

It sounds incredible, but if a person is in a state of hyperactivity for more than 20 hours out of 24 consecutive hours, no amount of energy stored in the body will be used up at once. But Lynn did not fall asleep in a deaf ear to the sound of artillery and explosions on the position, he wrapped himself in a thick blanket and curled up at the bottom of the trench, with the "butcher" by his side, and as long as the enemy did not attack, did not charge, or slept or woke up, he closed his eyes. This morning, I have eaten and drunk enough, my body has gradually warmed up, and the cold and hard floor has become a comfortable bed. In the middle of the morning, he finally heard the sound of gunfire and battle slogans, and with deep fatigue, Lynn got up with a bone, and waited until the Soviet soldiers crossed the river, and only then did he shoot MP44 continuously, and 30 bullets came down to 20 targets, but there was no trace of joy on his face. The "Night Warriors" left themselves with more than 100 rounds of ammunition before leaving, and in the interval between battles, Lynn crouched under the trench and filled the magazine, yawning as he loaded it, not like a war, but a "official ape" who passed the time in the office. Fill two magazines of bullets, load a magazine into an assault rifle, stuff a magazine into a bag that pulls the wind, and get up again and return to the edge of the trench. The Soviet offensive was still a big scene and a big investment, casually fifty or sixty tanks and self-propelled guns, which made the German armored troops envious. The German defenders on the north bank relied on the topography of the river bank and limited anti-tank forces to block the attack, and every anti-tank gun and every anti-tank rocket launcher was used, except for the Molotov cocktail, which could be used at a slight cost.

Da ...... Da ...... Da ......

For Lynn, who is not proficient in vocal music, the crisp gunfire of the MP44 is simply more beautiful than any musical instrument in the world, and on the battlefield at the end of World War II, he really couldn't find a more convenient infantry weapon - the Garand M1 of the American Army? It's a rotten stick in front of it. The "** sand" of the Soviet army? That's a bold line play that lacks connotation. "Stern" of the British army? Uh, that's also called a craft?

A cartridge of bullets ran out, and Lynn added at least ten Soviet officers and soldiers to his shot list, and a significant number of wounded were temporarily or permanently withdrawn from the battle. Such astonishing efficiency was not short-lived, and there were many unknown German soldiers on the arduous Eastern Front who performed similarly, but as ordinary members of the fighting army, their records could not be counted according to the pattern of snipers, and there were no witnesses who could stand by and count all the time.

In fact, no matter the final victory or defeat of the war, they are the real mainstay on the battlefield!

The fierce positional offensive and defensive battle lasted for more than 40 minutes, and the tenacious German [***] team was almost resisting the Soviet attack with flesh and blood, and the combination of will and skill finally defeated the double advantage of numbers and firepower. After the battle, they resumed bombing and strafing, but apart from the collapse of the two-and-a-half-story villa, it still did not help the offensive of their ground forces.

When the battle entered an uncertain interval of time, Lynn did not sleep again, but went around the trench, collected a little ammunition for himself, and sat in place to study the two "divine books" in his hand hungrily, and pulled the "butcher" to practice without scruples. In the eyes of the "butcher", a soldier who originally spoke German very slippery suddenly buried his head in learning the most basic German, curiosity is inevitable, but there are all kinds of strange things on this battlefield, because of pressure and fear that led to collapse, madness, and madness of various troops, in contrast, the language of "deafness" is not so difficult to accept, not to mention a group of brothers who have lived together for a long time, and each other's appearance and demeanor are very familiar, if someone drops the bag, the "butcher" cannot be unrecognizable.

From after dawn, the sound of gunfire near and far almost never stopped, but the Soviet unit on the opposite side was very calm until after lunch, after the attack was thwarted in the middle of the morning. Lynn, who was immersed in learning language skills, didn't pay much attention to this, but occasionally thought that maybe the Soviet armored unit he raided last night happened to be assigned to attack this place, and the lack of backup naturally affected the Soviet offensive. However, judging by the momentum, the Soviets were still waging wave after wave of offensives in other parts of the river front, and it is not known what was going on in the town of Holgen and other positions, and the German tank unit that had been glimpsed last night in half-track armored vehicles passing through the woods, they were merely a fire brigade on the front, or a reserve force used to launch a strong counterattack against the Soviet troops crossing the river.

Lunch was still hot soup with no oil and water and half a loaf of bread, which was obviously more generous than Lynn's previous days, but on second thought, this may just mean that the Germans could no longer retreat, so they had to do their best to hold the line along the river, and the command even took out the supplies at the bottom of the box to support the battle line.

Having eaten up lunch without reservation, Lynn finally felt that his person and spirit had come to life again, and between rest and study, he resolutely chose the latter. To paraphrase an earlier popular Internet phrase, that is, "why sleep for a long time before death, you will sleep forever after death".

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, Lynn was practicing tongue curling with the help of the "butcher", when she suddenly saw a guy she didn't want to see: "Yankel". Lynn's impression of the former Bayern Munich and German national team double center forward who has ravaged the city on the green field is still very good, he has the traditional face and domineering momentum of the Germans, the tall and strong figure and the air supremacy on the field are enviable, even if he is restricted by slightly slower speed and relatively rough technology, he is still a very good attacker. Although the Wehrmacht officer in front of him who looked like "Yankel" had a similar appearance and demeanor, he was an unpleasant fellow inside and out, and he only heard him shout "assemble" in a majestic baritone, and the soldiers around him hurriedly got up and gathered in front of him. Lynn counted roughly, there were only about forty combat companies left in the temporary formation of the square yesterday, and only a fraction of them remained, and it seemed that only three of the dozen or so soldiers who had been selected into the commando team with Lynn last night had finally returned to their positions. While these casualty figures could not be used to measure a commander's abilities, they added to Lynn's hatred of him.

Sweeping over the soldiers' faces with his head held high, "Yankel" spoke in his own tone. The first few sentences should be praise and encouragement to these hard-fought soldiers, and then basically empty words such as fighting for Germany, Lynn pricked up his ears and listened hard, lest he be "plotted" because he missed the key content. However, a few hours of surprise study did not allow him to reach the level of normal communication, and he still did not understand a word in the next few sentences. Eventually, the Wehrmacht officer actually began to count people again.

"You...... You...... And you ......."

After the first three, "Yankel" walked slowly up to Lynn and the "butcher", he obviously did not forget the two SS soldiers who had only confronted him yesterday, and Lynn stood with his head held high like the "butcher", and his eyes did not shy away from the Wehrmacht officer. Those cold eyes were like two dark brown opals, without ordinary human emotions. This time, he looked down at the injured left hand of the "butcher", then at Lynn, who had survived the raid last night, and then pointed at the "butcher" with his right hand wearing black leather gloves: "You ......"

"No, sir, I can still fight!"

"The butcher" suddenly said loudly, and took advantage of the situation to hold the submachine gun with both hands, and the only remaining thumb and index finger of his left hand were able to grasp the vertical magazine. Just as "Yankel" showed a slight look of surprise, the "butcher" held his head high, straightened his chest, and said a few quick words in a slightly lower tone. Lynn wasn't quite sure at first that it had something to do with him, after all, "The Butcher" didn't mention his name, but when "Yankel" turned to look at himself from head to toe with a puzzled eye, he was sure that "The Butcher" had replaced the person "Yankel" had just selected for himself - a member of the death squad? No, the "pig killer" will not push himself out of the fire pit, certainly not!

After thinking for a moment, "Yankel" nodded, and then pointed his finger at Lynn: "You! Dequeue! ”