"Hey, man, if you have normal shells and smoke bombs, fire a few shots into the building!"

What he said to the gunners came from his personal judgment of the battlefield situation and the movements of the Soviet army, and Lynn would rather regard it as an instigation rather than a "finger-pointing" across military branches and identities.

The young Wehrmacht sergeant stared at Lynn for a few seconds, as if pondering whether the sentence was right or wrong. Then, nodding slightly in silence, he shook the muzzle of the gun down as he called out to his gunner, "Reload the grenade!" ”

The sturdy loader had already picked up a hat-piercing shell with a strange head, and when he heard the sergeant's command, he glanced at Lynn in some surprise, put the shell down, turned around and brought out an ordinary-looking pointed cannonball from another long wooden box next to him, and filled it into the chamber with a coherent and smooth movement.

The gunner silently lowered the muzzle of the gun to the appropriate position and coldly stepped on the firing pedal. The 360-degree circumferential roar of the four-legged gun, which was able to fire in a 360-degree orbital direction, was immediately resounded with a powerful impact, and the dust that had accumulated on the ground around it was slightly raised, making the power of its fury fully felt.

Lynn holds a gun in his left hand and pulls an infrared searchlight and power cable from his satchel with his right hand, opening his mouth to reduce the impact of the cannon on his eardrums. The artillery artillery skills of this army sergeant are really good, the shells directly through the dilapidated porch into the abandoned building, the smoke and dust that permeate it has not completely dissipated, and the residual frame has also had an obvious blocking effect on the external light, so the naked eye can not see the Soviet tanks passing through it, but once the smoke and dust dissipate, it will form a situation in which the Soviet army is in the dark, and the German anti-tank guns and infantry positions are in the light, and the trend of "geographical advantage" will be reversed in an instant. The reason why the gunners were to shoot with ordinary shells and smoke shells was to continue to interfere with the sight of the Soviet armored troops and at the same time put psychological pressure on them.

Plugging the infrared searchlight back in, Lynn tried to turn it on, in broad daylight, the reflection effect of infrared rays was weakened, but fortunately, this gun position was not far from the abandoned building, even if it was calculated with an effective observation range of 100 meters, it could still detect some situations in the abandoned building. When the human body and bright colors different from the outline of the human body appeared in the infrared telescope, Lynn analyzed it very calmly and said to the young and handsome German gunner: "Hey, man, I see them, you fire another grenade, and I will guide you to adjust the parameters!" ”

The sergeant looked at Lynn in amazement, but after a very brief hesitation, he ordered his gunner: "Grenade reload quickly!" ”

The continuous work consumed a lot of physical strength, and the loader still refused Noah's offer to help, but still quickly loaded the shells, and waited until the gunner closed the bolt and shouted "The grenade is loaded", and the gunner immediately stepped on the firing pedal, and "Roar Tianzun" was another deafening roar.

At this time, there were still guns shooting out of the abandoned building, and some bullets even hit the sandbags in front of him, but Lynn stared at the infrared telescope motionlessly, and the heat generated by the explosion of the shells naturally far exceeded the human body or the vehicle engine, and a large cloud of bright color immediately appeared in the line of sight, and quickly spread around.

"At a distance of 100 meters, the falling line should be offset by five meters to the left and ten meters to the distance!" Unfamiliar with artillery jargon, Lynn had no choice but to describe his observations in as understandable language as possible.

The gunners thought for a moment and gave instructions to the two gunners respectively: "Load armor-piercing shells!" The barrel turns 2 degrees to the left! ”

The loader immediately removed the shells from the previous long wooden box, and the gunner, who was in charge of the bolt, had to temporarily take on the task that the other crew members were supposed to be responsible for—turning the roulette wheel under the gunner to turn the cannon clockwise or counterclockwise, and the sergeant himself was fine-tuning the muzzle up and down, and the three men were busy waiting for an 88mm gun. Due to the limitations of their profession, Lynn's soldiers could only stare dryly.

"Level in place!"

"Armor-piercing rounds reloaded!"

Hearing the two gunners report the password one after another, the gunner stared at the gunscope and said, "Here!" ”

Lynn knew that this was to himself, but before he could say "yes", the heavy artillery roared, and he hurriedly threw himself into this strange artillery fire with a high degree of concentration, and at this time Brewer also installed an infrared sight for auxiliary observation.

In the infrared telescope, those bright silhouettes have been greatly displaced because of the two grenades that fell one after another, most of them are at the maximum effective observation distance of this set of night vision equipment, so it is difficult to accurately judge the position and movement, the sound of the cannon subsided, and Lynn only saw a small light flickering in the line of sight, which was the size of a human figure, and there was no sign of diffusion at all, which lasted for several seconds and gradually dimmed.

"Hit, it should be hit!" Brewer suddenly screamed.

"Huh?" Lynn was puzzled as to why this guy was sure that the armor-piercing bullet had hit the target. You must know how low the probability of a guided gunner hitting the target should be with his own amateur level calibration technology!

"It's hit!" Brewer repeats it with certainty.

At this time, Lynn didn't want to ask much, and calculated according to the bright outline of the interior of the abandoned building, "The shell landing point is 2 meters to the left, and 5 meters back!" Ballpark figure! ”

It seems that the gunner did not care about the "approximate number" that Lynn carefully added, and he quickly adjusted the artillery firing parameters according to this correction, and after the three of them were busy for a while, they only heard Brewer anxiously shouting: "Hurry up and fire, that guy wants to run!" ”

Because it was daytime, the interference of natural light made the image in the infrared telescopic scope not look as clear as at night, and the battery consumption caused the voltage to decrease, Lynn did not see as fine as Brewer.

With little ammunition left, the Wehrmacht sergeant in charge of the 88mm gun obviously gave Lynn and his men considerable trust, he did not hesitate to step on the firing pedal again, flak88 still roared vigorously, Lynn had already stared at the scope very hard, and then the image fed back into the line of sight was still not enough to make an accurate judgment, so he simply turned his head sideways and asked, "Brewer, how's it going?" ”

Brewer did not answer immediately, but hesitated: "Hit, hit!" It stopped, it didn't go! ”

The Wehrmacht sergeant, who was sitting in the gun position, suddenly blew a loud whistle, and the two gunners finally let out a slight cheer, which incidentally encouraged the Wehrmacht and SS combat infantry around them who had been evacuated from the abandoned buildings in disarray.

"They're like they're retreating......," Brewer shouted, which made Lynn wonder if this guy's night vision equipment was more advanced than his own.

When the third set of infrared night vision devices carried by Brück was also added to the observation, the result was finally confirmed - the enemy had retreated, but it was not known whether they had completely withdrawn from the abandoned building.

The situation on the battlefield eased slightly, but the young soldiers gathered together in the flames of the battle still had no time to greet each other, reloading, vigilant vigilance, and the gunners tirelessly turned the steel runner to turn the muzzle of the 88mm gun back to the front of the barricade. Given that one side of the abandoned building was blocked, it was likely that the Soviet tanks would change their original route, either passing through the abandoned building into the road in front of the barricade, or bypassing the completely collapsed building on the other side of the abandoned building, taking the alley where Lynn had drilled out of the ground in the morning, where the Germans had set up a cordon. Although the ordinary machine gun is not enough to withstand the attack of a group of Soviet tanks, it can at least give your own anti-tank gunners a wake-up call in advance.

The abandoned building position changed, and the side of the barricade defense line was almost implicated and copied by the Soviet army. Now the position is barely held, but it is still facing heavy pressure from the Soviet army. I don't know if it was at the command of the commander of the defensive line, or if it happened to arrive at this time, a group of reinforcements of about 200 men arrived from the direction of the city center. But when Lynn saw their faces clearly, the hope in her heart suddenly vanished, and even became heavier in turn. Because these were not spirited Wehrmacht or SS soldiers, but a militia of old men and children, the so-called "national assault battalions". The men wore old gray uniforms, many did not even have steel helmets, and carried a variety of weapons. As far as Lynn observed, the traditional hand rifles were in the majority, and there were some rudimentary weapons of no specific model, and the only ones that could really come in handy were the few "Iron Fist" anti-tank rocket launchers, which were basically primary weapons and were in the hands of professionally trained soldiers, but now they were controlled by a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys...... Looking at the old and weak soldiers of these national assault battalions, and then looking at the Techmel under his command, Lynn was a little lucky: fortunately, when the night combat team and night combat task force were formed, the superiors did not assign such quality soldiers to him, if that was the case, he would not be able to train them into a useful force even if he had the ability to turn decay into magic.

A considerable number of reserves came up, and the commander of the defensive line quickly removed from the barricade positions a group of exhausted Wehrmacht soldiers, many of whom were slightly wounded, but could not withdraw to the rear, but were reinforced to the flanks. The three Wehrmacht soldiers who had finally been evacuated from the abandoned building were soon called to other positions, with the exception of Lynn's small group of SS soldiers, who had neither been given orders nor paid attention to, as if they had been deliberately forgotten. Just when Lynn felt a little depressed, the young gunner stretched out his right hand to himself for the second time, and said with a friendly and kind expression:

"Hey man, my name is Luis. Helwig, thank you for your help! ”

Lynn solemnly shook hands with the other party: "Lynn. Gargo, SS sergeant, thank you equally for your help this morning! ”

"Oh-ho?" The sergeant's memory may have been filled with a whole day of battle scenes, and he didn't even remember it for a while.

Lynn raised her right hand and snapped her fingers as he had done in the morning.

"Oh......," the sergeant suddenly realized, "aren't you the strongman who captured the Soviet colonel?" ”

"Strongman?" For the first time, Lynn heard someone describe herself in German, and she laughed and laughed heartily.

(To be continued)