Brutal battles unfolded as scheduled, with anti-tank guns, rocket launchers, cluster grenades, explosive packs, and Molotov cocktails, all of which could be used, by German soldiers to fight against Soviet tank clusters. However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was huge, and despite the sacrifice of the front-line soldiers, the defenders were unable to prevent the Soviet tanks from breaking through their first and second trenches, and the Soviet infantry that followed effectively covered the flanks of the tank troops. Seeing that the Soviets had rushed in front of them, many German soldiers simply put on bayonets and climbed out of the trenches, fighting hard to resist the enemy's attack with their flesh and blood.

Twenty rounds of ammunition were fired, and Lynn's blood surged, and he drew the bayonet from the scabbard without knowing whether he knew it, and clumsily inserted it into the muzzle of the gun - when he had inserted the bayonet, his companions had already climbed out of the trench and engaged in white-knuckle combat, and when Lynn was about to climb up with his rifle, a guy in an earthy brown military uniform suddenly jumped down from it with an "ahh

The two fell to the bottom of the trench together, their bodies almost pressed together. Despite the intense pain, Lynn was in a clear state of mind, and he rolled to the side and pulled the shell gun from his belt. With a distance of less than a meter and a half, he didn't need to aim at all, and as soon as the other party took an attack stance, the muzzle of the shell gun was aimed at his head.

Facing each other on the battlefield, either you die or I die, Lynn does not allow himself to have the slightest weakness in front of the enemy, and in the face of the muzzle of the black hole, the Soviet soldier was actually stunned.

Click!

Lynn pulled the trigger, but the response was not the crisp gunshot he expected. He was shocked in his heart, the insurance had obviously been opened, could it be that the bullet was jammed? He hurriedly pulled the trigger again, but what he heard was still a click, and his heart was suddenly discouraged.

"Ah......h

The mortally frightened Soviet soldier was furious, and he stabbed Lynn in the chest with a bayonet. At this fateful moment, the desire to survive stimulated every nerve in Lynn's body, and he kicked the ground with his left foot violently, and at the same time swung his upper body with waist and abdominal strength, the instantaneous movement was not large, but it was enough to avoid the fatal blow - the opponent's bayonet was just inserted in his armpit, and Lynn threw out the shell gun like a dart in his right hand, and it smashed firmly on the face of the Soviet soldier, and the high nose suddenly burst out of blood, and the whole person took a step back with a "wow" sound. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lynn hurriedly grabbed his rifle from the ground and tried to kill his opponent in one go. But after all, the other party was a trained soldier, and he did not lose his weapon when he was hit hard in the face, and realizing that the hand covering his nose was stained with blood, he glared at Lynn angrily, like a bear in a berserk state.

Each side of the gun is facing each other, and the seemingly fair fight is Lynn's nightmare. Although he inherited a fairly good adult male body in this era, he had no fighting skills and skills in his consciousness at all, and the body's instinctive reactions were difficult to play a role in such a battle.

After two seconds of confrontation, the Soviet soldier with a bloody face stabbed with a spear, Lynn hurriedly swung his gun to block, not wanting the other party to just shake a blow, the cold and shining bayonet immediately retracted, and the blade reached Lynn's chest and was no longer blocked. At this moment, there was only one thought in Lynn's head: Lao Tzu hung up!

At the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the life-saving gunshot actually rang out. A shuttle of bullets hit the ground, and the chest of the Soviet soldier suddenly splattered with blood! Lynn inevitably stained her face, and the star foam fell between her lips, with an extremely disgusting fishiness. Seeing the Soviet soldier's eyes widen and his face unwillingly collapsed, Lynn looked behind him almost instinctively. I saw that the "butcher" was covered with stains, jumped from the trench with a submachine gun in his hand, and shouted something. Although Lynn's hearing was basically restored, he still couldn't understand a word, but looking at the other party's gestures, he should be beckoning him to move to the reserve position in the rear.

Hatefully picked up the shell gun that was thrown out of the dart just now, and lost that he still kept it as a treasure, and it couldn't be fired at the critical moment, but Lynn thought about it: No wonder it was put in that box, and there was a good chance that someone else would use it and send it for repair.

Without time to think about it, Lynn thrust her shell gun into her belt, grabbed her Mauser rifle, and ran towards the right where the lateral trench and the vertical trench met. Greeted and driven away by the "butcher", several other steel helmets with large ears joined in. In order to prevent direct shell fire and machine-gun fire, the communication trench leading to the rear was also dug and zigzag, and a number of single or double firing positions were built along the way. In the beginning, the "butcher" would turn around and shoot a shuttle after running a distance, and some of the later ones would be covered by riflemen and machine guns acting as guards, so he would no longer have to run and stop.

With her head bowed and her waist bowed, Lynn followed the soldier in front of her and ran westward. Turning back by chance, the white-knuckle battle on the battlefield was nearing the end, and I could only vaguely see a few big ear steel helmets still fighting bravely. Tragic and magnificent, my heart is infinitely melancholy.

The forward position against the hill consisted of three trenches and a number of anti-tank gun emplacements, while the reserve position was located about two kilometres behind the hill. As he walked along the trench through the open area behind the hill, Lynn saw the almost non-existent anti-aircraft positions under the repeated bombardment of Soviet planes and artillery fire, and the famous 88mm guns really had tall gun mounts, but the broken gun parts, scattered camouflage nets, and the remains of the fallen gunners who had not had time to be transported all made people feel the desolation and sadness of losing the war.

The Soviet tanks that had broken through the position had not been destroyed by the German infantry, as they had been in the previous night battle, except for seven or eight that had been blown up or damaged, and the rest were still moving. As the accompanying infantry was still entangled in the German positions, they did not dare to go deep alone, and some of them turned around again to support the infantry after rushing down the hill, while others outflanked the German positions to the north that had not yet been breached.

The long communication trenches were mostly destroyed by Soviet shells and bombs, and Lynn and the others didn't care about so much, so they crawled over with their hands and feet, and stumbled and ran like this for about ten minutes, and the group finally arrived at the reserve position in the rear. Since the reserve force had already been reinforced to the front-line position before, the soldiers guarding the reserve position at this time were all soldiers who had just withdrawn from the front, and they were all embarrassed at a glance. Except for a few small and medium-caliber anti-tank guns in open shelters, there were no decent heavy weapons in sight, and on the artillery positions behind the trenches, the howitzers that were supposed to support the defensive line were no longer functional, and some soldiers were scrambling to pull them away with armored vehicles and trucks.

Will such a reserve line of defense be able to withstand the flood of Soviet troops?

Lynn felt that unless a strong reinforcement arrived from the rear in time, holding out was just an unrealistic luxury.

Seeing that the "butcher" stopped, Lynn also stopped. The food I have eaten in the past two days is about the amount of a normal lunch, and the half-starved state and the long-distance running make me feel even more exhausted after a short rest. He looked ahead, dozens of Soviet tanks and thousands of infantry were mercilessly crushing and trampling the positions he had held for two days, the sound of gunfire and explosions was fading, and it seemed that the Soviets were already clearing the battlefield. To the northeast, the castle, which may have stood for hundreds of years, was finally reduced to a pile of rubble, flickering fires and smoke suggesting that fighting was still going on around it, but Soviet tanks and infantry were flanking it. Looking to the southeast, the Soviet infantry had already stormed the woods, and the German positions there had probably been breached.

The defense line that stretched for dozens of kilometers was like a broken house, which was swaying and almost collapsed under the washing of the torrential rain!