When entering this unknown village, Lynn became a "clay figure" performing performance art, not clean from head to toe, and even the mud blocks hanging from her hair were crusted.

In the brutal battlefield, appearance has taken a back seat, look at the officers and soldiers who retreated all the way from the front positions, all covered with mud, oil and even blood. For them, being able to survive is more important than anything else!

Tired and aching, Lynn sat down with the "butcher" on the floor outside a steeple house made of wood and stone, and in a short time a soldier in a fairly clean uniform came with a half-sized basket in his left hand and a wooden bucket in his right hand, containing many breads cut into fists, and vegetable soup in the barrel - nothing but a few leaves and a stray oil slick. Although it was not yet noon, it was a great gift from heaven to eat a piece of bread soaked in hot soup for those who were always half-starved on the front line, who had walked a long way in the morning and were on the verge of death several times.

Without saying a word, the "butcher" untied the lunch box with one hand, filled the soup and took a piece of bread, as if the loss of a few fingers of his left hand had no effect on him at all. But seeing this action of his companion, Lynn was so sad that he almost shed tears, and he endured the great sadness that welled up in his heart, took out the lunch box that had been knocked out of shape, silently served the soup and took the bread, learned from the "butcher" to put the lunch box on his lap, tore the bread into small pieces and soaked it in the soup, and then calmly, slowly and without leaving any trace of it as if he were enjoying a big meal.

After eating and drinking, Lynn looked up at the small village with only about twenty houses, because of the arrival of hundreds of routs, the village where some soldiers were originally stationed seemed a little crowded, but there were only two crossroads where there were few people walking around. The embarrassed officers and soldiers sat or lay down, mostly with their eyes closed. After a morning of ups and downs, a moment of respite is precious.

After resting for about ten minutes, Lynn unloaded his ** sand and drum bag from his back, put it next to him along with the Mauser rifle, and pulled out the ineffective Mauser military pistol from his belt. When the "butcher" saw the gun, he took it from Lynn's hand and looked at it. Because the lost fingers of his left hand could no longer help, he held the barrel of the Mauser pistol between the elbow of his left hand, first withdrew a bullet from the chamber, and then pressed the bullet head against the clip located on the magazine, and pulled the magazine plate back, and the magazine plate and spring were removed. Then adjust the hammer, push the iron stick upwards and pull the hammer backwards, and the whole pistol will be disintegrated into parts. I saw the "butcher" pick up the hammer part half the size of the metal lighter, look at it carefully, and say a few words to Lynn Lili Luoluo, although Lynn didn't understand the specific content, but he also knew what the problem with this gun was.

Even with one hand, Lynn was amazed by the speed at which the "butcher" put together the gun, and after reloading the Mauser pistol, he handed it to Lynn and said another word - poor Lynn nodded as if he didn't understand, and reinserted the shell gun he regarded as a treasure into his belt.

"Hey, the pig killer!"

A familiar voice came, Lynn and the "butcher" both looked at each other, only to see two big ears carrying "** sand" walking quickly along the steel helmet, they were all subordinates of the "butcher". After experiencing that terrible "road to death", there are probably only 4 of them left in the combat squad of 9 people this morning!

Seeing that the "butcher's" injured hand was bandaged with a handkerchief, one of the soldiers immediately took out a first-aid kit to help him deal with it. The "butcher" remained silent during the whole process, and seeing the broken root of his finger again, Lynn felt sullen and uncomfortable.

After taking care of the wounds, the two soldiers talked to the "butcher" for a few more moments, then sat down to rest against the wall. If she could bask in the sun until dusk, it would probably be the best time Lynn had spent in three days, but less than half an hour later, the terrible air raid sirens sounded. The neatly uniformed officer used his voice and gesture at the intersection to guide the soldiers around the village, and Lynn tried to help the "butcher" up, but he shook his hand away, and the guy stubbornly got up, grabbed his submachine gun and strode forward, which he had never changed. Lynn grabbed her weapon and followed closely behind him with two other soldiers. After running about 400 meters, they came to the trench on the north side of the village, which had not been dug more than two meters deep like Lynn's previous forward position, and the walls of the trench were not reinforced with wooden strips, and there were places at the bottom of the trench where muddy water had accumulated up to the surface of the feet.

Finding a place in the trench with fewer soldiers, the "butcher" sat down, ignoring the muddy water on the ground.

The taste of wet buttocks in winter is not good, but the underwear is already sweat mixed with muddy water, and Lynn and the others don't care about "soaking" for a while. There was still a little sunlight in the damp trenches, which brought some positive emotions to the German soldiers who had just experienced the test of life and death, so when the hordes of Soviet fighters flew in, everyone looked up at the sky as if nothing happened, and it was almost impossible to see the look of fear on anyone's face. At this time, the seven German tanks that had previously defeated the Soviet tank units were no longer visible on the positions around the village, and their white camouflage was obviously used to evade the air raids of enemy planes - just find a forest to stop and cover the surrounding track marks with mud and sand, and it would be difficult for the Soviet pilots to find their traces even if they opened their eyes wide!

Before the Soviet fighters began to drop bombs, the rumbling cannon sound had already sounded, and most of the black smoke clouds produced by the explosion of anti-aircraft artillery shells were located at medium and low altitudes, and the bombing of Soviet planes was also very different from the pattern of Western Allied forces dropping bombs in neat formations in pictures and movies: dozens of fighters roared at an altitude only slightly higher than the treetops, attacking the ground artillery fire of the German army with small aerial bombs or aerial guns and machine guns, and the light bombers and attack planes with single wings and single engines immediately flew at basically the same height. Attacks on German villages and positions with ordinary aerial bombs and cannons. After this, dozens of single-wing, twin-engine medium bombers flew horizontally at a relatively high speed, at altitudes between two hundred and four hundred meters, and each dropped a series of bombs, but in much smaller numbers than the Allied heavy bombers.

In just a few minutes, tons of bombs fell on the village, shaking the ground and buildings with a momentum that devoured everything, and the spire house where Lynn was sitting was directly hit by a black bomb, and the huge wooden and stone structure collapsed in an instant in the violent explosion, and the stones and wood chips on the roof and walls were scattered and thrown into the distance! Looking at this scene, the people who remained in the village would not have survived unless they squatted in the deep cellars.

At the height of the explosion, like the German soldiers in the trenches, Lynn tucked his ears tightly with his hands to lighten his eardrums - after three days of shelling and bombardment, he already felt a severe loss of hearing, and it is not known whether he will be able to fully recover in the future, but it is almost certain that if this continues, the hearing loss is likely to become permanent.

The sound of dense explosions of bombs overshadowed everything, but German anti-aircraft fire was still firing. Near the trench where Lynn and the others were staying, a quadruple machine gun arranged on the edge of the woods and planted with a large number of branches and foliage camouflaged had been roaring hard, and several large ear steel helmets in gray uniforms carried and loaded ammunition for the machine guns despite the strafing fire of enemy aircraft. At a distance of 100 meters, a single-barreled anti-aircraft gun was also firing at a rate of tens of rounds per minute, and the German soldiers in charge of supplying ammunition were also busy. Thanks to their efforts, two Soviet planes were soon shot down. They are both single-winged and twin-hair structures, and there seems to be subtle differences in their profiles. For a long time, Lynn has studied more German and American equipment in World War II, and the text and picture materials in this area are relatively rich, and for various reasons, the Chinese materials of the Soviet equipment of the same era are often relatively crude, and there are discrepancies and even contradictions in different books, plus the differences between the three-dimensional object and the flat picture, Lynn can only roughly speculate that it is the Soviet SB or TU series of medium bombers, but it may also be IL-4 or Allied aid Soviet bombers.

From the time the Soviet planes came out to the end of the bombing, not a single German fighter was seen in the sky during the whole process, and it was not until the returning Soviet bomber group gradually left the range of German ground artillery fire that two teams of gray-green painted fighters appeared in the northern sky. They swooped down from the sky as fast as short arrows fired from a powerful crossbow. The Soviets were not unprepared, and the fighters flying with the bombers immediately broke away from the large formation to meet them. Against the sun, Lynn squinted and counted, her own fighters were roughly at a one-to-two disadvantage, hoping that the outcome of the air battle would not be completely one-sided as it was in the morning. Unfortunately, less than 20 meters to the east of the trench was a small forest, which happened to block part of the view, and Lynn only saw a small part of the air battle. The Focke-Woolf (FW-190) fighters were like nimble and ferocious sparrowhawks, often chasing after Soviet fighters, but the Soviets were no bad fighters, and some of them were also able to display dazzling tactical skills, but they did not have the same kind of death-and-death determination as the German pilots, and the air battle ended in their voluntary retreat. German fighters shot down more Soviet fighters with smaller losses, and Soviet pilots successfully covered their own bomber groups - a tactical victory on one side and a strategic victory on the other, and it was not difficult to see who won and who lost.