Smack! Smack! Smack!

The assault rifle makes a rhythmic sound, like an old-fashioned printer in the hands of a senior secretary. Lynn turned his head and saw a bearded "big ear steel helmet" lying on his right two meters, this person was holding a brown and yellow MP44 with a butt, looked up and looked forward, lowered his head and raised the assault rifle flat at the same time, fired three or four bursts without direct aiming, and then withdrew his hand and gun, and looked up again after a few seconds. This way of shooting can't help but remind Lynn of the battle scenes in the local conflicts in Africa that year, and the accuracy of such shooting can be imagined, but those fighters are irregular civilian armed forces after all...... The bullets were still shooting irregularly across the rubble or grazing overhead, and Lynn thought about it, fumbled out the "lucky rearview mirror" from her satchel, and slowly lifted it up diagonally. The battlefield in the mirror is more complete and detailed than the previous hasty glance: the dilapidated building barely shows a complete wall, and only the remaining structure is supported by square concrete columns, and it covers an area of about seven or eight hundred square meters, and from the steel helmets and figures he can observe, Lynn estimates that forty or fifty German soldiers used it as a battle position—including the wounded and the dead who are difficult to distinguish.

The building was adjacent to a relatively spacious street, and in the distance along the street, a breached barricade could be seen in front of it, where the remains of many soldiers from both sides lay in streaks of attackers and defenders, as well as several T-34s with hatches open. Some of them were just hanging from their barrels, some of them were still belching black smoke, and there seemed to be some tanks lying in the distance, and Lynn couldn't observe them with certainty because of the low level she was in.

Probably because of the two heavy anti-tank guns on the German barricade positions, the Soviet tanks did not attack from the front of the street for the time being, but the Soviet infantry in groups of three or two, seven or eight groups, jumped along the ruins on both sides of the street like cunning voles, and even carried a Deshka heavy machine gun to the second floor of a building on the side of the street that had collapsed in the first half and remained in the second half, from where they opened heavy fire on the German positions that were only half a street away. With the adjustable firing angle and power of the FLAK88, Lynn knew that the German gunners would be able to eliminate this firing point with a single shot, but it was likely that he was afraid of the extremely limited ammunition, and the Soviet heavy machine gun fire could not pose a direct threat to the gun position for the time being, so he ignored it and let it continue to jump.

In this case, Lynn was hoping that one of his troops' armored vehicles would suddenly appear and quickly remove the Soviet firepower that was a great threat to the German infantry with its vehicle-mounted machine guns. On his way to the position from the bomb shelter, he saw in a ruin a character that was originally very suitable for the task, an SDKFZ222 armored vehicle that had been burned to scrap metal.

"Tanks! Ahead! Tank! ”

Suddenly, hearing someone shouting in a monotonous and loud voice, Lynn quickly turned the reflector, and sure enough, she found the figure of the Soviet tank among the ruins of some collapsed buildings hundreds of meters in front of her, their paint was different from the olive green seen on the battlefield in the future, which was a dark but distinctly different color from German gray. When walking between the charred rubble pile and the broken walls, it has a good degree of integration with the surrounding environment. However, these guys who use high-powered diesel engines always have obvious black smoke when they move, and coupled with the exceptionally loud engine roar, it is simply empty to keep the secret name high in the attack.

With the appearance of these Soviet tanks, the number of Soviet infantry wearing tawny military uniforms in front of them suddenly increased, and Lynn saw hundreds of them at a glance. Over the past few months, these battle-hardened Russian veterans have gained a wealth of experience in street fighting in the Baltic coastal states, Poland, Hungary, and eastern Germany over a number of fortified cities. The Soviet soldiers, armed with Deggalev light machine guns or Deshka air-cooled heavy machine guns, quickly occupied the commanding heights in the ruins, and immediately began to suppress the Germans on the side of the ruined buildings with sustained and fierce firepower, while some Russian infantry cleverly used the terrain to advance step by step - they were not in a hurry to launch a direct attack on the ruined buildings, but after approaching, they crawled behind any obstacle that could withstand the penetration of bullets, waiting for their tanks to go around along the gaps in the ruins.

The manner and intent of the Soviet ground offensive could be seen at a glance, and the German soldiers, who were using the dilapidated buildings as defensive positions, rose up to fire at the Soviet infantry who had arrived in advance, and the gunfire suddenly became fierce. Since he arrived at the front line, he couldn't always hide behind the rubble and secretly observe the battlefield, Lynn quickly put away the lucky night vision goggles, and was trying to cause some trouble for the Soviet troops on the opposite side with his best point shot, but he was very surprised to see the bearded man next to him who was shot and killed - this oncoming shot hit the door directly, the miserable appearance was palpitating, and what made Lynn feel even more worried was that this did not look like a stray bullet or a series of bullets, but was shot separately by aiming, that is, It may well be the "masterpiece" of a Soviet sniper!

In such a complicated battle, Lynn could not find a threat in the ruins on the opposite side, and there were probably more than one or two accurate snipers in the Soviet attacking force, so he leaned over and looked behind him. From time to time, the veteran Wolfrum poked his head forward and shot, but each time he was exposed for a short time, and as for Brück, Brewer and others, they did not know whether they were loading their bullets or waiting for their own clear instructions, so they did not appear rashly at this time. As for Noah, his "tank killer" along with the only remaining rocket was clearly meant to be used at the last minute.

Just as Lynn hesitated for a moment, the cannonballs fired from the front fell with a short screech and exploded in the ruins less than ten meters away. Lynn immediately fell to her head, but still heard someone wailing. Suddenly, the steel helmet and the parts of the gun slammed to the ground—the contents of what had just happened, if not witnessed, could be imagined.

With a horizontal heart, his teeth clenched, he grabbed the assault rifle and leaned out. The magnified scene in the infrared telescopic scope was still blurry, and Lynn couldn't find the calmness of calmly looking for the target, so he hurriedly pulled the trigger, and quickly "called it a day" after three bursts, and gasped for breath with his back against the pile of rubble, and couldn't help but be stunned: What is wrong with him?

The performance just now is far from the self-assessment of the "battlefield elite", maybe even a veteran who has fought a few battles is not as good, and Lynn is disappointed for a while. Is it because you want to preserve yourself too much and fall into the quagmire of fear, or because you haven't fought in broad daylight for a long time?

On the battlefield, too many thoughts turned into distractions, and Lynn took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her mind. In the process, several more shells fell in a whistling manner, and in addition to wailing, someone could be heard shouting "demolition team" in a low voice. When Lynn regained his confidence and raised his gun, he saw several "big ears and steel helmets" bowing along the ruins under the cover of their companions, and the two T-34s in front of the building had appeared in front of the building, and they were on this side that happened to avoid the two anti-tank guns of the German barricade. Once the dilapidated building was captured under the cover of the accompanying infantry, the German barricade line would be broken from the flank.

As if sensing the German soldiers' attack attempt, the machine guns in front of the two tanks spewed angry tongues of fire one after another, and some Soviet soldiers crawling in the ruins behind also relied on their own tanks as cover to advance again, and the battle situation quietly developed in favor of the Soviet army. At this juncture, the German soldiers who were scattered forward stopped, and Lynn saw that some of them were holding improved Type 150 44mm "Iron Fist" anti-tank bazookas (the notable difference from the earlier model was that the dome conical dome replaced the pointed conical dome), and some were carrying RPZB "tank killers" with circular shields. The two anti-tank rocket launchers are similarly powerful, but there are some differences in terms of effective range and reloading capability - neither of them can fight at an effective distance of more than 200 meters, which means that the launcher must get up and fire rockets at the target within the range of the submachine gun. It's better if it's an ambush or a street fight with a highly concealed surname, but the ruins with a relatively good view in front of you are not ideal.

(To be continued)