I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time.,These two chapters were uploaded yesterday and made an appointment for a release time.,But it seems to be a mistake in the sky.,Just checked and didn't choose to publish normally.,I'm really sorry! I took wedding photos the day before yesterday, I went to choose a film today, and I bought wedding jewelry by the way, and I got a marriage certificate in August, and I have been owing my wife, alas, I just came back when I went out in the morning, and I apologize again!

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On a battlefield filled with gunshots, explosions, and shouts, Lynn stood quietly beside a large tree, with her feet spread out, her waist straight, her head tilted to her right shoulder, and she firmly grasped the tawny handguard Mauser 98K, the lower edge of the front sight at the shoulder level of her target. When his chest began to feel suffocated, there was no distraction in his mind, and all his attention was focused on this "outdated" manual rifle, and the index finger of his right hand pulled the trigger almost instinctively.

Syllable!

The crisp sound of the gun from the chamber of the gun made the right eardrum glow slightly, and the strength of the back seat of the butt was like the action of a lover's playful thrashing, and the muzzle of the gun naturally rose slightly, but not so as not to prevent the shooter from observing his results.

All this gradually began to make Lynn fall into "unstoppable".

A hundred meters away, the submachine gun in the Soviet tankman's hand immediately stopped roaring. Lynn couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only vaguely saw him leaning back sharply, sliding into the turret with one hand on his chest, dead or alive.

Before she had time to savor the sense of accomplishment that came from hunting a special target, Lynn hurriedly flashed back to the tree. Almost immediately, a shuttle of bullets flew in, several of which grazed the trunk of the tree, and suddenly the bark debris flew away.

The other party finally found himself this time, Lynn deliberately muttered in a nonchalant gesture in his heart, he pulled the bolt of the gun, and sent the next bullet into the chamber, ready to wait for the enemy's fire to pass before looking for the next prey. In the last two minutes, the explosions on the road have been noticeably sparsely spaced, and the sound of submachine gun fire has become the main theme of the battlefield, but people cannot judge which side has the advantage and which side has the upper hand and which side has the upper hand based on the sound alone.

"Rook Watts! Rook Watts! (German: Retreat!) Retreat)

The somewhat familiar voice immediately caught Lynn's attention, and he turned slightly so that he could look back. I saw that the second lieutenant Hu Zhe was standing not far away, clinging to a cedar tree because he was dodging the Soviet machine-gun bullets, and "confronting" the dense gunfire with his throat -- although he had tried his best, this voice still sounded a little hoarse and deep, and his "penetrating power" on the battlefield was not ideal.

Although he still felt jerky and awkward, Lynn still did his best to help him pass the retreat password.

In the case of engaging the enemy in close combat, the German infantrymen who heard the battle order, whether it was a non-commissioned officer or an ordinary soldier, would follow and greet the surrounding comrades, and the order was conveyed quickly and implemented more thoroughly. The first group of soldiers quickly evacuated the road and ran back into the woods, while the German machine gun crew, which had moved forward, did not hesitate to suppress their opponents and cover their comrades with continuous fire.

In the past, Lynn would never have spared the opportunity to run first, but it seems that he was influenced by the "butcher", and this time he bravely stayed and continued to shoot. Ran out of bullets from the rifle's magazine, crouched and loaded another five rounds. Although the shooting in this state was more hasty, Lynn still felt that she could take out a target with every shot, and a calm but sacred pride quietly flooded her heart.

"Rook Watts...... lynn！ Rook Watts! ”

As soon as he pulled the bolt of the gun, Lynn heard the "butcher" calling for himself, and just as he turned his head sideways, a cannonball fell nearby, and his ears suddenly "buzzed" into a state of confusion. The snow and mud debris kicked up by the explosion followed, and the stinging pain of the body was stabbed, but fortunately, the shrapnel with immeasurable lethality did not find this lucky unlucky egg. Lynn subconsciously bent down and lowered his head, and as soon as he saw the figure of the "butcher" a few meters away, he did not hesitate to run over!

When Lynn braved the fire and ran to his side, the "butcher" patted him on the arm and said nothing more. As the German soldiers collectively withdrew from the road, the Soviet tanks in the rear seemed to have found a space to give full play to the advantages of artillery fire, and like a wolf pack that witnessed the killing of its companions and went berserk, shells fell one after another in the woods next to the road, some German infantry were hit by artillery fire before they could run into the woods, and some easily returned to the woods, but still could not escape the doom, and people were constantly blown away by shells or fell under shrapnel. "The Butcher" anxiously looked around, trying to find the other two subordinates, but in this confusion, even Pavarotti's high notes were of no avail. Seeing that the last of his soldiers had retreated into the woods, the "butcher" tapped Lynn's arm and waved him to follow.

Fighting alone also has a play beyond ordinary infantry, Lynn's progress is obvious, but when following the "butcher", he has a special sense of steadiness in his heart, this rough guy is like a torch in the dark, a beacon in the fog, able to lead himself to find a way to survive in the chaotic and cruel battlefield.

The hunger in the abdomen was significantly reduced, and the physical strength was also greatly recovered, Lynn carried the Mauser 98K with one hand, and the "** sand" on his back, and ran in strides in the woodland where the snow was about 20 centimeters thick, and it only took a moment to throw the Soviet artillery fire behind. He was not sure how many Soviet tanks his infantry had killed, as he had been sniping at Soviet officers and soldiers, and judging from what was left of them, the battle had been quite fierce - about 150 German infantry had rushed out of the woods during the attack, and only 40 or 50 could be seen now. Ten to six, seven, even if you can take out ten or even twenty Soviet tanks, this is far from an ideal victory. After all, the Soviet army, which had a huge advantage in total strength, came in waves like a tide, and the experienced elite soldiers on the German side died one less, and the rear was replenished, even if they were not old, weak, sick and disabled, they were also new recruits who would tremble at the sound of guns.

As the German blocking forces withdrew, Soviet tanks and self-propelled guns roared in the distance like wounded beasts, but the pine and fir trees were still lush in the cold winter, and the large woodland was in an undulating hilly area, and the natural environment effectively obstructed the Soviets' vision, making the accuracy of their artillery fire and the actual threat of their artillery fire rapidly decline as the distance between the target and the target was widened. When they turned around, the Soviet tanks were no longer visible, and the whistling shells also fell in the distance, and many German soldiers involuntarily slowed down to allow their limited physical strength to support the longer distance.

"Al! Al! (German: Hurry up!) Hurry up! ）

Noticing a slowdown in the procession, the scumbag lieutenant who was walking in front turned around and shouted to his companions, after all, they were not completely out of danger at this time. The second lieutenant's voice grew hoarse against the backdrop of the rumbling of cannons, but the soldiers around him noticeably quickened their pace. Looking back at the end of the group, the ensign and Lynn's eyes casually met, both of them with a lot of stains on their faces and panting from the constant running, but even so, they invariably gave each other a smile of approval.

After more than an hour of rapid marching, the German officers and men who were acting as the rearguard finally came out of the woods, and the road still stretched northward, and a town suddenly appeared as far as the eye could see. Unlike the village Lynn had defended, the town was several times larger, with hundreds of houses of different styles spread across the banks of an east-west river. From a distance, the steeple of the church stands with a large cross, the oval square sits between the houses, the criss-crossing streets do not look spacious, and there is a quaint-looking stone bridge over the river.

Bathed in the warm sunlight again, the atmosphere of the skirmishers lightened up. Lynn heard a soldier in front of her say, "Holgen! Darth Easter Holgen Stadt! ”

It seems that the town in front of it is called "Holgen", which is a German place name, and when the war is over, many villages and towns that belong to Germany will be drawn off the map of the country. Either they will be given new Russian or Polish names, or they will be ruthlessly abandoned by the new rulers and will be gradually relegated to the ruins.

"Al! Al! ”

Second Lieutenant Hu Za shouted again to the soldiers to speed up, and the blown-down trees and damaged tanks blocked the road, and it was estimated that the Soviet armored unit would take some more time to clear the way, but the Soviets had obvious air superiority in this area, and the German infantry could be attacked at any time once they left the woods. Therefore, it was their best idea to get to the town ahead where the German flag was still flying as soon as possible.