Although the air raid strafing of Soviet fighters was driven away by the defenders' anti-aircraft fire, this was only the beginning of the nightmare of the German soldiers. As soon as the dark green fighters left, a large group of black dots appeared in the northeastern sky, and the air defense sirens on the entire German front were hissing, one after another, like a piece of mournful music. This time, there was no glimmer of hope in the sky behind them, and the only thing the German soldiers could rely on was a few anti-aircraft guns, machine guns, and their own sincere prayers.

The black dot quickly approached the line, and the dull humming sound made people feel uneasy. The corpse collection team had just carried Huang Mao's body away, and Lynn didn't even know the name of this companion who had been with him for two days. He stood in the trench in disbelief, and suddenly looked up to see those black Soviet planes coming from hundreds of meters in the air, like a flock of crows rushing to prey on corpses.

"Wochtekt! Wochtect! ”

A deafening roar rang out, and before Lynn could react, his arm was pushed hard, and his weak body suddenly fell helplessly to the ground. Lynn turned her head to see the "butcher" glaring angrily at her, walking straight past her, shouting for the other soldiers to hide.

Lynn was about to get up, suddenly heard a strange cry from outside the trench, because of the reclining posture, his eyes naturally turned to the sky, suddenly saw a big black bird stretched its wings and swept over the trench, the spectacle of the scene is beyond words, and just a few seconds later, there are many black big birds whistling past, the height is so low that not only the red star and the wheels under the wings, but even the rivets on the fuselage can be vaguely distinguished, and their belly, under the wings of the pylon that was previously hung with bombs is empty at this time......

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The explosion of the landslide and the earth cracked continuously, and the tremor was perhaps stronger than that of an eight-magnitude earthquake, and people were almost shaken off the ground even when they were lying down, not to mention staying standing! The continuous and intense impact made Lynn feel as if her internal organs were about to burst, and her hands were tightly covering her ears, but her eardrums were still painful. The blue sky and white clouds have not changed, but the sight is obscured by the splashing dust and sand, they have flown high into the air, under the action of gravity, when they return to the ground, they have strong kinetic energy, smashed on the steel helmet as a sound, and the pain of falling directly on the body is conceivable.

The tsunami-like explosion lasted four or five minutes, and dozens of Soviet warplanes flew over the trenches. The anti-aircraft guns on the defensive line roared incessantly, but this time there was no noticeable effect. No one was to be seen moving around in the trenches, and in fact, Lynn had her eyes closed most of the time, struggling to look up at her surroundings only in the brief intervals when the intensity of the explosion had diminished slightly—some of the trenches had collapsed, and it would take hours to rebuild them. The steel helmets with the big ears of the figures could be seen lying on their stomachs, or curled up like hedgehogs.

By the time the tremors on the ground had subsided, Lynn was deaf and could no longer hear anything but the constant humming.

Following the trenches, it took a while for the soldiers to get up one by one, their heads covered with muddy water, and they could be directly made into European-style "terracotta warriors" after roasting.

Resisting the intense aches running through her body, Lynn struggled to prop up her knees. At this time, a strong hand pulled him, and when he looked up, the "butcher" had already walked up to the other soldier, pulled him up in the same motion, and then continued on his way in silence.

Could this strange creature wear Iron Man's invincible armor?

Lynn muttered to himself, and it took him two minutes to shake most of the mud off his body. The buzzing in my ears has diminished a bit, but my hearing is still not very bright. When he saw someone standing on the steps, he followed suit, but when he poked his head in a steel helmet out of the trench, he was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him: countless craters around the position turned this place into the surface of the moon, and the zigzag trenches were divided due to many collapses, and some soldiers must have been buried underneath without knowing whether they were alive or dead, but it seemed that there was no time left for the defenders to clean up and rescue, because in the open area opposite the position, hundreds of tanks were pouring in like ant colonies, Further away were thousands of Soviet soldiers. From a distance, this time the black tide is even more turbulent and violent, can the broken river embankment still be able to withstand it?

Lynn's heart was completely empty!

"Nottle...... Wochtect! ”

The shouts of terror spread through the trenches at an alarming speed, but many soldiers who were temporarily deaf from the bombing were indifferent, and if it weren't for the soldiers next to him pushing themselves, Lynn might not have noticed that the Soviet planes had circled around and were ready to strafe along the trenches. I saw them stretch their wings and swoop in from a height of hundreds of meters in the air, and their chic posture was like that of professional divers, and the weak fire rising from the ground could not stop them! The wings of these large black birds soon appeared with a throbbing fire, and a dense volley of bullets fell like a huge thunderstorm. This time, Lynn felt that he was finally doomed, but he still subconsciously shrank to the root of the trench wall. Lynn felt like a dead leaf shivering in the wind as countless bullets slammed into the dirt or human body, but he miraculously survived unscathed!

Death is sometimes a relief, but the living still have to fight to survive. At the urging of the officers, Lynn picked up his gun in an indifferent manner, like the other big-eared steel helmets who had escaped the catastrophe. The Soviet tanks at the head of the line had already rushed to the side of the creek, and their artillery fire had formed an absolute suppression at close range, and the only anti-tank guns in the defenders' positions seemed to be alone. In the trenches, the soldiers of the reserve also came up, and there was a new face next to Lynn, and he just turned his head to look, and he didn't even leave the other party with a relieved expression.

The emaciated young man in charge of distributing the ammunition finally appeared, and since he had spent most of his time in a relatively safe shelter, he still looked the same as before, and without saying a word, silently dispensed bullets to every soldier in the trenches. This time there were only four rows of twenty rounds in Lynn's hands - it was counterintuitive to give out ammunition before the battle began, and reducing the amount of ammunition meant that the supply would deteriorate again. Of course, in this trench, less than half of the current number of people could finish 20 rounds alive, and finding ammunition from the corpses of their comrades has become the most helpless option for veterans.

Boom!

The cannonballs that landed nearby and exploded swept in with a powerful impact, and Lynn instinctively lowered her head slightly, rather than retreating to the bottom of the trench like the newly replenished soldiers. Seeing the "butcher" come up and give each of them a kick, yelling at them to hold on to their fighting positions, Lynn didn't laugh in his heart - in the cruel battlefield, the pride of growing up seemed insignificant. He resolutely looked up ahead, and the first Soviet tank had already crossed the stream, and the almost muddy bank of the stream had only slightly slowed down the T-34's movement.

"God forbid!"

Lynn muttered in his heart, although he spoke Chinese, he still hoped that the legendary all-powerful lord would hear and continue to protect him.

Since you have allowed yourself to travel to this war-torn era, you should at least give more opportunities!

God didn't respond, but the "butcher" appeared silently beside Lynn, and he pushed Lynn's hand and said something out of his mouth, but Lynn patted his ear to show that he couldn't hear. The "butcher" nodded, shoving a handful of bullets into Lynn's hand.

Unlike the long, pointed bullets of the Mauser rifle, the "butcher" gave these short rounds and looked like pistol rounds. Lynn suddenly woke up: it seemed that the "butcher" knew that he had received a Mauser pistol, so he brought some 9mm caliber pistol bullets. Thinking of this, a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart, Lynn hurriedly took out the barge gun, and loaded the bullet into the magazine according to the way he groped, and sure enough, it was a capacity of six rounds, and the position was not bad at all.

Looking up at the back of the "butcher" who had already walked away, Lynn silently thanked him in his heart.