The loss of a barricade line does not mean the end of the battle, but the beginning of a new round of competition.

Walking through the desolate neighborhood, Lynn cautiously and quickly surveyed her surroundings. He saw a number of abandoned pieces of paper scattered in front of the basement door where the headquarters of the 6th Defense Sector was located this morning, and there were no more sentinels standing guard. It seems that not everyone is determined to fight to the death.

Die, at least die well!

The next street corner is the next line of defense, and the vast Berlin has become an intricate system of defenses. The closer you get to the central city, the denser the fortifications tend to be, and the garrison is quite numerous - it is said that in major emblematic buildings such as the Reichstag and the Imperial Chancellery, there are even whole regiments of soldiers.

Under the watchful eyes of their own fighters, Lynn and his party bypassed the barricades and entered the rear of the new line of defense from the ruins on the side, and suddenly felt that there were more SS soldiers around them, and that the Wehrmacht officers and soldiers had become a minority here.

Finding a relatively safe corner, Lynn and Tanze worked together to lay Sergeant Helwig flat, helped him remove his helmet, and took out a water bottle and wiped his young and heroic face with a handkerchief dipped in water. There was a deep wound on the top of his right sideburn - although it was not bleeding profusely, it seemed to be difficult to heal naturally, and it was best to get stitches and properly disinfect it. So, Lynn asked Wolfrum to see if he could find the medics, Brewer and Noah to find ammunition supplies, untied the battery box he was carrying on his back, and stared at Helveg's face for a moment to make sure he was breathing normally, and then sat down next to him.

The energy and energy that had been accumulated in the morning had obviously been drained from the previous tense battle, and Brück, Tanze, and Titchmel were all tired. Looking at the soldiers around them, if they were either hiding in a bunker that seemed to be able to hide from the shelling, or on the way to a certain part of the position, bowing their heads and bending over seemed to have become the standard posture of everyone.

This is the end of the empire, and it is the ultimate collision between will and steel.

Lynn's mood was much calmer as he watched the SS soldiers in their "pea" uniforms come and go, and how he wished that a familiar face would pop up in front of him—"The Butcher," or Eric, or some other friendly companion, in order to surprise him in this extremely pessimistic environment, but as time went on, this hope did not come true. As the gunfire approached, more soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line poured into the barricade line, most of them looking panicked, like frightened rabbits running through the line of defense for a long distance before each looking for a new place to stay, while the German soldiers on the position were engrossed in the front, alert for the Soviet combat units that might appear at any time, and were completely defenseless against these comrades who retreated into the line in groups or in stragglers, even if they were likely to be mixed with Soviet task forces.

"Uh...... It's ......"

Sergeant Herveg, who was lying on the ground, finally opened his eyes, and raised his eyelids and spoke more slowly—more in line with the condition of an injured unconscious man who was just awakening. However, as if he had lost his memory, the young gunner looked around curiously and puzzled, and finally his gaze fell on Lynn's face. After two or three seconds of hesitation, his eyes suddenly widened, and he called out the names of the two gunners before him with unusual urgency.

Lynn glanced up at the barricade, although he did not directly witness the death of the two gunners, but judging from the previous situation, the chances of them getting away with it were not high, and even if they were full of character, they might not take the same route and retreat to the same barricade position.

"They...... You guys...... Why don't you let me stay somewhere? Helveg struggled to his feet and asked Lynn with a look of frustration.

For this question, Lynn couldn't answer it for a while, maybe it was pity for this skilled gunner, or maybe it was a good impression left by a side. In fact, these reasons were not even enough to convince him of himself.

Seeing that Lynn was silent, Helwig immediately lay back on the ground in despair, his blue eyes staring straight into the gloomy sky.

About ten minutes later, Wolfrum returned with a roll of bandages and a vial of alcohol, explaining that the field hospital was overcrowded, that the only two medics were already flying, and that it was impossible to arrive for an IDF sergeant who was not particularly badly wounded. Seeing that Helveg was almost sane, Lynn motioned for Wolfrum to sit down and rest, and then personally cleaned and bandaged the wounds of the artillery sergeant. In the process, Helvis's eyes were still so empty, as if his soul had been lost in the battlefield just now.

As time passed, there were no longer any German soldiers outside the barricades. Lynn knew that the soldiers of the National Assault Battalion who rushed to the battlefield with ignorant expectations were either killed under Soviet fire, or lost the will to fight in the face of the huge contrast between reality and ideals, or they could use the terrain skillfully to hide, and everything was possible.

Boom!

The cannonballs fired from the front fell with a long, high-pitched sound, instantly destroying half of a four-story building facing the street, followed by a deafening loud explosion, and the fierce Soviet attack finally extended to the barricade line.

As far as the eye could see, at least one company of SS soldiers was deployed in front of the barricades, supported by four anti-tank guns in the rear, two of which were slightly smaller in caliber, but the outer ring was reinforced with sandbags and even cement, and a little further behind the dilapidated buildings was concealed at least one tank No. 4 with a long-barreled gun and petticoat baffle.

Behind the ruins of a mountain, Lynn and his men had no great concern for the direct fire of the enemy's chariot guns, and at the sound of the fierce gunfire and the roaring explosions, Helwig's eyes finally changed, and he struggled to his feet for the second time. At this time, Lynn gave him a calm and calm look, and said under the roar of artillery fire from both sides: "Don't worry, we are all your friends!" We're all here! ”

Staring at Lynn in a daze, Helvis's dark expression in the depths of despair finally eased significantly, and he sighed heavily, as if he had spit out all the filth in his body, and then lay down slowly with his arms propped up, and muttered something in his mouth.

The sound of explosions filled his ears one after another, and Lynn couldn't hear what the artillery sergeant was saying at all, and turned his head to look at the rest of the people, who were just waiting silently in this situation.

After almost a cigarette of smoke, the shells that fell on the German barricades and the surrounding area gradually became more and more thin, and it seemed that the Soviets were only using tentative attacks to find out the strength and defensive deployment of the defenders. Brewer and Noah came back as fast as they could under fire, the former holding a rectangular wooden box about the size of a wine crate, containing two or three different types of bullets, numbering hundreds, and the latter actually getting a tin box that resembled a chain carton for a squad machine gun.

"Four anti-tank rockets!" Noah's eyes flashed with slight excitement.

Lynn exclaimed, "Find a good lesson for those Russians!" ”

Helwig sat up, looking at the SS soldiers who had saved him with a seemingly indifferent but very complicated look. Although his head was wrapped in gauze, after Lynn cleaned it, the complexion of his face with less stains had recovered.

As he spoke, the Soviet artillery fire continued to weaken until it completely stopped. The whole of Berlin was still in a state of fighting, and the sound of gunfire in the distance came from time to time in a dense manner, but the sudden silence of the barricade line made people a little uncomfortable. A few soldiers on the other side of the barricade peered curiously forward, and Lynn sniffed, the smell of gunpowder in the air was not strong.

"The Russians' attack was smashed to the head by us!" Wolfrum seemed to gloat, but not at all offensive.

"Hey, guys, guess what I saw at the makeshift ammunition depot just now?" Brewer grinned as he handed out bullets to everyone, "Two Tiger Kings, the new Tiger King!" ”

Hearing this news, Brück and others stretched their brows, as far as the battlefield cognition of this era, the "Tiger King" is definitely a nearly invincible existence, it is said that there has never been a case of this type of tank being destroyed by the enemy from the front on the battlefield, and the statement about them destroying N tanks of the Allied and Soviet armies is very common, and some even to the extent of being miraculous.

(To be continued)