After burning for more than 20 seconds, the flares fired by the Soviet troops slowly went out, and the German soldiers got up and continued to walk forward. The closer you get to the village, the clearer the sound of music and speech becomes in your ears. Although she couldn't understand even a word of Russian, Lynn could sense the relaxed and happy atmosphere of the other party. Yes, the Soviet-German war has been fought for almost four years since 1941, millions of Soviet officers and soldiers have died on the battlefield, and the once powerful enemy once came to the city of Moscow.

Although it was closer to the village, it was more difficult for Lynn to estimate the number of tanks, because there were ignorant shadows as far as the eye could see! I don't know if the tank crews of the Soviet army gathered in the village to rest, or whether a considerable number of people were left on guard on the tanks.

When the team was only two or three hundred meters away from the village where the Soviet troops were camping, the tall officer suddenly stretched out his left hand, and the soldiers fell down as fast as they could, even if there was a mud and ditch under their feet. This time Lynn was lucky, with a clump of half-dried dead grass pressed under her chest and belly, muttering to herself: It's time for the Soviets to set off fireworks again?

However, the flares of the Soviet army did not appear, and suddenly, Lynn saw a small group of Soviet soldiers walking along the road towards this side, and the leader was still holding a flashlight in his hand, and his heart suddenly changed.

Perhaps considering that this place is still nearly ten kilometers away from the front line, or perhaps it is not expected that the German [***] team, which was beaten to dust during the day, will be able to organize night infiltration, and the vigilance of the Soviet soldiers on patrol is not very high. They lined up in neat columns, and a single machine-gun bullet could easily kill them from the front. As for the weapons that he carried with him - "** sand" and "mosin-nagant", they were also carried more casually.

With about a cigarette, the Soviet soldiers walked along the road to less than thirty meters from where Lynn and the others were crawling. Lynn lay on the ground and observed coldly, this Soviet patrol had a total of nine people, estimated to be a complete infantry squad, and the soldiers were talking quietly, and from time to time there was a burst of relaxed but not harsh laughter. The increasingly sparse starlight was powerless against the darkness that enveloped the land, and the limited light of the flashlight could only make it clear objects within a few meters. From Lynn's position, two "Night Warriors" closer to the road could be seen, their large square boxes on their backs looking a little abrupt, and the assault rifles in their hands followed the Soviet soldiers from the beginning. Lynn felt that once discovered by the Soviets, they would definitely fire before the other side, and quickly shot this group of Soviet infantry under the guidance of infrared night vision devices. It's just that in this way, the target of exposure is basically a foregone conclusion.

Seeing that the other party was about to pass by without noticing, a fire suddenly flashed in the darkness on one side of the village, and the crunch of "bang" was like opening champagne, and when the flares crossed the head and finally bloomed on the other side of the woods, the small group of Soviet soldiers looked to the side with great interest, and suddenly, a guy seemed to sense something too obtrusive on the ground, and he removed his rifle from his shoulder while whispering a reminder to his companions. Lynn's heart suddenly hung in the air, and after the brightest apex, the light of the distant flares began to wane, and in an instant, the two "Night Warriors" closest to the road crouched down and fired with lightning movements, but instead of assault rifles, they held the MP44 that had been tilted in their left hand, and held the pistol with a small size but seemingly long barrel in their right hand, and fired "on" at the target. Immediately afterward, two other "Night Warriors", who were also relatively close to the road, joined in the shooting in a similar manner. In just a few seconds, the nine Soviet patrols fell next to each other like dominoes, and none of them had time to fire.

The gunfire stopped, and the flare in the distance drained its last shred of life and quietly extinguished......

Whether it is a European and American shootout movie or a Hong Kong and Taiwan police movie, the most handsome and cool scene is that the righteous side sweeps away all the enemies in front of him in a very short time, but this kind of single-handedness seems to be unrelated to the magnificent World War II, so that when Lynn witnessed four German soldiers shooting nine Soviet soldiers with a pistol equipped with a silencer, his brain instantly fell into a state of confusion in time and space. It was only when the deep and magnetic voice of the tall officer sounded in the darkness, and the soldiers around him got up and ran forward in unison, that he woke up from a dream, grabbed his rifle and rushed forward with his waist down - even if he didn't now, the Soviets in the village would sooner or later find that something was wrong with the patrol, and a quick attack was the only way for the German officers and men to win at the moment.

At a distance of only two or three hundred meters, at the speed of a normal sprint, it is a matter of half a minute, because the German soldiers only reached two-thirds of the sprint speed because they kept their heads down, their waists bent, and their movements tried their best to remain light. Fortunately, before everyone left the woods, they all abandoned water bottles, bayonets, shovels and other objects, and only made dull footsteps during the run, and the music still played the "protagonist" in their ears.

Even if the mood is relaxed, this is the front line after all, the Soviet officers and soldiers have also set up some guards on the periphery of the village, the trenches and barbed wire fences left by the German army have been slightly repaired, machine guns have been placed on the bunkers made of sandbags, and Soviet soldiers wearing steel helmets have walked slowly along the positions, or leaned on sandbags, walls and other objects to stand guard in turn. When the German soldiers rushed closer, they also noticed the anomaly and began shouting to alarm their comrades. In the dark, before these Soviet officers and soldiers could organize fire defense, the German "Night Warriors" using infrared night vision devices were already using MP44 to "name them" one by one - the burst fire mode of the assault rifle softened the advantages of rifles and submachine guns, and the magazine containing 30 rounds far exceeded the previous MP38 and MP40 in terms of continuous firepower. The attacking Germans, with just five professional night soldiers, quickly shot most of the Soviet soldiers on the outlying positions on this flank, thus covering the rush of their companions who did not have infrared night vision devices into the village.

Just as the cavalry rushing from ancient times rushed into the opponent's camp, the sudden appearance of the German infantry caught the Soviet officers and soldiers by surprise, and many of the people gathered around the campfire were still singing merrily, and they were swept away by the dense bullets before they could remove their weapons from their shoulders. In such close combat, the 71-round drum of the "** sand" became a lethal weapon in the hands of the Germans, and many people simply rushed and swept without aiming, and the furious roar of the submachine guns completely masked the wails of the Soviet soldiers when they were shot. Bullets swept from the campfire splashed countless sparks, and the horrific image of Soviet soldiers being shot in the glow of the fire gave a glimpse of the helplessness of sheep in front of wolves.

Lynn, who was behind the group, did not hesitate to rush into the village, but instead of replacing his rifle with an MP40 or blindly following the large group, Lynn rushed to the makeshift parking lot on the other side of the village with the two Night Warriors. Coming closer, he could finally clearly judge the model of these Soviet vehicles: the T-34 was still the mainstay, there were very few heavy tanks, but there was a group of light tanks that were relatively rare in the late stage of the war parked on the side, and they were mostly used for reconnaissance and vigilance tasks in today's Soviet armored flood; The number of fully tracked self-propelled guns is slightly less than that of tanks, and in appearance, they are divided into several models, some carry thick and short barrels, and some have heavy direct-fire guns that terrify the enemy, and at this moment, they are silently in place, like a group of sleeping steel monsters, along with the surrounding tanks and trucks.

Of course, Lynn knew how violent these monsters would be if they woke up, so he and his companions had to do everything they could to stop it.