Lying on the sandbag with a strange muddy smell, Lynn stared at the abandoned building in front of him, the flak88 beside him was not unlimited ammunition, and it could also carry out deterrent shelling at any cost in the case of losing a direct target. The Soviets only temporarily slowed down their offensive, and those familiar with the battlefield knew that once the smoke and dust in the abandoned buildings cleared, new fighting would begin.

Whether it was to strike first, or to tear down the east wall and make up for the west wall, the German commander in charge of the barricade line had already sent a small group of soldiers from the flank position. Some of them carry assault rifles or submachine guns for cover, while others carry explosive bags, playing the most dangerous and stylish role on the battlefield. The tense atmosphere of these "large-eared steel helmets" carefully moved around the porches and square concrete pillars, constantly on the lookout for bullets flying from them, and the tense atmosphere made almost every witness sweat for these brave companions. Finally, they placed the explosives in the predetermined position, and when one of them shouted "ignition", they lit the fuse in unison at about the same time, and then ran back as if they were flying.

Seeing this, Lynn shoved the index fingers of both hands into the ear holes, leaned sideways against the breastwall made of sandbags, and hugged the assault rifle with the infrared searchlight reloaded tightly in his arms. A moment later, I remembered a huge roar, and in an instant, sand and rocks flew in the huge space, as if a terrifying last storm swept in. That's not all, the heavy smoke of gunpowder suddenly spread with a large amount of fine dust and debris, but anyone who had experienced the Soviet bombardment in the abandoned building before had painful memories of this smell.

Removing the fingers that were plugged into the ear holes, and taking out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, Lynn looked up slightly: half of the abandoned building on this side of the porch had been blown up, and the bricks and cement piled up were more than a man high, and some of them formed a very irregular jagged shape, even the powerful T-34 may not be sure to rush out, not to mention the steep pile of rubble would expose the weakest chassis to the gun muzzle of the FLAK88?

The Wehrmacht soldiers had successfully completed the dangerous blasting, and Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, turning his head to look at the front of the barricade. Although the Soviet tanks did not come up, the infantry and direct fire artillery did not rest, so the attacking and defending sides were still fiercely firing at each other across the street. In this dilapidated city, which was full of building materials, it was easy for the Germans to build a seemingly impregnable barricade, but under the constant bombardment of Soviet artillery, most of the fortifications there had been changed beyond recognition. So much so that the line of defense that runs through the streets and into the ruins looks like a broken levee, ready to be overwhelmed by the raging floods.

Unwilling and weak, Lynn sat down on the sandbag and lowered her head and took a cigarette. The brothers also needed to relieve their stress, so they scattered one cigarette each, so that only the last two cigarettes remained in the last pack. Originally, he wanted to throw one to the young gunner, but now he was busy with the two gunners. The muzzle of FLAK88 turned to the left, and the position at the intersection of the street across a block had been broken by the Soviets before, but the stubborn defenders only abandoned the position at the junction, and they retreated dozens of meters to rely on the dilapidated buildings and ruins to continue to block, due to the frequent high-quality close fire of the anti-tank rocket launchers, the Soviet offensive troops advanced to the junction of the street, and the destroyed T-34s almost formed a new "steel barricade".

Seeing a T-34 trying to bypass the street through the ruins on the side, Sergeant Herwig shouted "stop", and the tall gunner, who was responsible for turning the horizontal wheel, immediately stopped what he was doing, and the sergeant himself shook the wheel at the vertical angle of the muzzle, and then stood still for two or three seconds, seemingly waiting for the prey to enter the predetermined firing position. Immediately after watching his right leg press down, the heavy cannon with its rough mechanical lines suddenly trembled, and the earth-shattering roar was enough to make the enemies several blocks away deeply feel its formidable combat power!

Lynn squinted and saw that the Soviet tank at the corner of the street in the distance was shot, and a small cloud of strange smoke and dust flashed from the side of the turret. When the smoke cleared, a blackened bullet hole was left in the flat cast turret, and its destructive power was palpable - the roaring machine gun suddenly fell silent, and the tank stopped.

Unable to see the Soviet tankers abandon their vehicles in panic, Lynn saw Sergeant Herveg muttering words while the loader quickly loaded the second armor-piercing round without receiving a correction order. With no new armored targets in sight, Sergeant Herveg only slightly adjusted the wheel before stepping on the second foot. Lynn estimated the distance, the distance from the gun position to the street intersection was at least 500 meters, and judging from the results of many bombardments of the target before and after, the gunner's skills were quite solid. Hitting a moving target is not a problem, and there is no suspense about hitting a fixed target.

Boom...... Rumble...... Boom!

Three distinct booms in quick succession are like someone playing the three keys of a strange piano, spaced at the same distance from each other.

The first sound was the sound of a cannonball, the second was the impact of a shell hitting the tank and penetrating the side of the body, and the third was the explosion of ammunition inside the tank, but its loudness did not sound significantly more than the roar of an 88mm gun, and the scene of martyrdom was a little less exciting than expected. The turret and body hatch were lifted from the inside, and black smoke billowed out of the cabin, and a tanker with a burning body struggled to climb out of the cockpit, but before the German soldiers in front of him could shoot, he fell to the hatch.

"Well done!"

Lynn roared with a cigarette in her mouth, a soldier who was excited to see the stripper lift her short skirt.

Theoretically, a powerful 88mm gun would be enough to control a large area around it, but how could Soviet officers and soldiers from afar ignore this important opponent? The Soviet tanks blocked by the abandoned buildings had fired repeatedly, but the shells were either blocked by the concrete frame or flew slightly over the gun emplacements. This time the FLAK88 fired two shots in a row, completely destroying another Soviet tank, and a-for-tat attack of the enemy followed. Some Soviet infantry found and pinpointed the German anti-tank gun through the rubble, and they summoned their own artillery fire - the drop was not a heavy shell, but the power of the large-caliber mortar shell was considerable. I saw them "chise" holes in the concrete pavement, and the scattered shrapnel caused a lot of casualties to the German soldiers near the barricades, and even the shields of FLAK88 were hit several times.

The reason why it was able to stand on the street for a long time without being destroyed is that the deployment of this 88-mm gun is indeed quite sophisticated. The gunners dug a pit about half a meter deep through the concrete floor, so as to hide the position of the gun mount under the ground, leaving only the upper part of the gun carriage and the barrel outside, directly reducing the overall height of the gun, and then using a double sandbag breast wall to properly protect the gunners. As a result, direct and curved fire can hardly pose a lethal threat to it and its crew, but such an open-air defense also has a fatal congenital defect, that is, once hit by artillery fire, even if it is just a small-caliber infantry shell, the gun structure and the entire gun crew can be destroyed in an instant.

Seeing the mortar shells fired one after another in the distance, Sergeant Herwig also became anxious, and he adjusted the muzzle of the gun and fired a grenade at the ruins at the far street entrance, but this had no effect on the Soviet mortar group hiding behind the ruins. The seventh mortar shell roared, this time finally landing in front of the gun position, and the explosion opened the sandbags in the outer ring, and the shrapnel smashed against the thick gun shield with a crisp thud. Lynn subconsciously lowered her head and bent over, and when he turned his head to look at Helwig again, he found that he was shaking in confusion and fell sideways...... Lynn's quick eyes and hands stepped forward to support the sergeant, and he saw that his face was glowing with an ugly blue - although there were no additional wounds, the steel helmet on his head was sunken, which immediately reminded Lynn of the situation when he was defending the small town of East Prussia against the Soviet attack. At that time, a bullet hit the steel helmet, and the strong impact caused a violent shock, and the person was stunned all of a sudden. Now that I have changed the shrapnel, I am already quite lucky not to be directly shot in the head.

"Hey, buddy! Hey, Luis! Lynn shouted his name as she was a little sick and pinched his fingers among his people. At this critical juncture, Wolfrum exclaimed next to him: "Tank, Russian tank!" ”

Lynn was stunned in her heart: Is it possible to go into battle herself?

Helvis, who was sitting next to Lynn, suddenly convulsed, and opened his eyes instantly, his face was still very bad, and his eyes were a little dazed. Suddenly, as if he had woken up from a dream, he suddenly rolled over and got up, struggling to get back to the cannon position, but he fell to his knees and vomited in embarrassment.

Turning his head to scan the battlefield, he saw that the figure of the Soviet tank appeared on the street in the distance and on the street in front of him, and the sound of guns and artillery also climbed from the trough to the new ** in a short time. Lynn's heart sank: no wonder the commander had withdrawn a lot of Wehrmacht soldiers to the flank positions one after another during this time, and it seemed that he had expected that this barricade would not be able to hold it.

Then why are you still here as cannon fodder?

Lynn took one last glance at the empty ammunition boxes at the end of the gun, and there were few armor-piercing shells left to defend against Soviet armored forces. Helwig, shouted to his subordinates and the two gunners: "Retreat!" ”

The five SS soldiers who had been with him for a long time did not hesitate in the slightest, but the two gunners belonging to the Wehrmacht unit were looking ahead and backward - they wanted to protect the commander and withdraw safely, but they could not bear to leave behind their comrades in the barricade positions and the soldiers of the National Assault Battalion, whose own combat effectiveness was weak, and the armor-piercing shells had been filled into the chambers, and the gunner, who had been in charge of adjusting the horizontal direction of the guns, gritted his teeth and took the position of Sergeant Herwig. Hurriedly adjusting, he angrily opened fire on the T-34 that was turning towards the corner of the street in the distance.

Unconcerned about whether the shells hit the target, Lynn, with the help of Tanze, carried the sergeant and desperately walked towards the ruins behind, knowing that if it was a little later, he might not even have a chance to retreat.

"Kate, give me another armor-piercing bullet!"

When the shouts of the tall gunner came from behind, Helveg shook off Lynn as if he was enchanted, staggering back to his combat position, and finally collapsed without taking two steps.

At this point, Lynn could have left the three Wehrmacht gunners alone to hold their positions, and he and his soldiers had no obligation or responsibility to cover desperately, not even a clear order from a superior officer. However, he still called Tanze to re-erect Helwig, and when he turned back for the last time, the soldiers of the Wehrmacht and the National Assault Battalion were hastily evacuating from the barricades, while a hideous-looking T-34 had appeared less than 100 meters in front of the barricades, and machine-gun fire was fiercely blaring every enemy in sight, young and old, strong or weak, even if they were not even worthy of ordinary soldiers, but there was no mercy in the slightest.

(To be continued)