When the hot and smoking barrel was replaced for the third time, Yarman. Gobber's heart was completely controlled by the bloodthirsty instincts of the subconscious, his devotion to his teachings and respect for life were abandoned, and the fear and repentance of the killing were nowhere to be found. *.*.*/* As a "post-30s", this Germanic man who had just turned 17 only joined the German Free Regiment five months ago, became a front-line fighter with his healthy physique and quick reflexes, and then followed his companions to fight the Soviets in the mountains and forests of southwestern Germany for more than two months, participated in several battles, and became a machine gunner for a while, but it is the first time to kill people like today. In the Austrian village of Kamot, sixty freedom fighters repelled the onslaught of hundreds of Soviet paratroopers in succession with pre-set fortifications, while the remains of dozens of fallen soldiers lay in the snow on both sides of the southwest of the village, and the blood of these professional soldiers was solidifying on the cold and strange frozen soil - the most tragic and heroic thing in the world.

Changing the barrel of the gun with his hands and feet, Yarman mechanically pulled the bolt back and kept an eye on the crosshair, and in the blink of an eye, the Soviet paratroopers who had gone forward gave up their attempt to attack the village directly, and the menacing white figure was slowly retreating to the riverbank, and two Deggarev rotary machine guns were still providing fire cover from a distance of 300 meters. Yarman adjusted the muzzle of his gun slightly, aimed at one of the tongues of fire, and the tongues of fire disappeared.

The fire on the attacking side gradually subsided, and the soldiers on the defending side consciously ceased fire without the need for the non-commissioned officers to shout orders. Yarman let go of his grip on the handle of the gun in a bit of distraction and let out a long breath. The first really fierce battle in life has passed like this, not to mention the personal performance for the time being, there is no defeat on the side, and there is no lottery on the side, isn't this the "good luck" in the mouth of the veterans?

It was obviously unwise to draw conclusions about one's luck before the battle was over, and the roar from overhead increased dramatically. With the shout of "enemy air attack", every cell in Yarman's body was once again full of kinetic energy, and he and his companions quickly left the room and retreated to the deep trench dug in the open air, unless they were unfortunate enough to be directly hit by a bomb, hiding here during the air raid was much more likely to survive than staying in a civilian house.

Without worrying about the interception of enemy fighters, the crow-like Soviet attack planes swooped, dropped bombs, and strafed the east side of the valley with impunity, and the pilots seemed to have received feedback from the paratroopers on the ground that they had repeatedly attacked the Austrian villages near the valley, and that houses were constantly collapsing and destroyed under the huge impact of aerial bombs, and black mud and sand mixed with ice and snow splashed high, and the scene was full of shocking power. [].

Cowering at the bottom of the air-raid trench, Yarman recited Bible passages with his eyes closed, praying earnestly for forgiveness for the sins of this worldly man, and the power of faith helped him survive the difficult air-raid phase, and when his once-blurred hearing became clear again, he opened his eyes and followed his companions out of the air-raid trench and returned to their combat positions, without hesitation!

Syllable!

The lone sound of a gunshot re-tightened every slightly relaxed nerve, and experienced soldiers said that cold guns on the battlefield were often more deadly than ferocious artillery fire. As soon as those elusive snipers open fire, there will always be casualties on one side of the two positions. Yarman, who had just left the air raid trench, fell to the ground, fortunately, his physiological senses quickly made the judgment that "he was not shot", but not everyone can be favored by fate, looking around Yarman saw several corpses facing the sky on their backs, they belonged to the Free Corps, a group of strong-willed but by no means invincible warriors.

"Don't be stupid and be a target, get to the machine gun position!" …,

The non-commissioned officer's voice woke up the stunned Yarman, and he did not hesitate to get up and rush to the stone house, leaving his machine gun and ammunition in the room on the other side of the river - it is better to lose weapons than men, this is one of the main principles of the Freedom Corps.

Another cold shot rang out, Yarman had already left the danger zone where he was on the verge of death, and while setting up the machine gun, he vaguely saw that there was a faint and almost indistinguishable gunpowder smoke in front of several Soviet corpses, and suddenly, a series of bullets accompanied by a crisp gurgling sound rushed straight from the side of the village, and the area that Yarman was staring at was splashed with white, black, and red in an instant... …

Earlier, Yarman had been annoyed that he had not been chosen as a sniper, but witnessing this scene, he suddenly rejoiced that he still had a place to rely on, even though it seemed childish to the veterans.

For the next quarter of an hour, the Soviet paratroopers who retreated to the river bank did not attack the village again, but the fierce gunfire around them showed that they did not give up the struggle for the initiative on the battlefield. Yarman smoked a cigarette very carefully, and the non-commissioned officer who had just reminded him to get out of danger appeared again, he had no name, only a code name of "Case Hunter", and these guys who did not reveal their real names have always been the object of great curiosity among Yarman, the members of the Free Regiment, they have excellent combat qualities, and their ability to make the right judgment at the right time on the battlefield is even more surprising, and the various manifestations of voice and temperament show that they have had extraordinary experiences, but no matter how happy the mood is, Or they drink and relax when it's safe to do so, and they don't want to reveal anything about their real identity. Even so, after mixing with these guys who only had code names, the combat effectiveness of the Freedom Regiment troops has made a qualitative leap, and these people have won the trust and respect of their companions with their meticulous attitude and full self-confidence.

"Yarman, Fett, bring the machine gun ammo and follow me!" The "Case Hunter" calmly summoned.

Yarman hurriedly put on the safe, turned on the bolt, and unloaded the chain that was originally in a state of preparation, his partner quickly stuffed the chain back into the tin magazine, and picked up another spare magazine from the side, and the two hurriedly chased the KD figure out of the position, leaving the two assault riflemen to continue to hold on to the defensive position built against the thick wall.

Turning the corner of the house, Yarman heard a roar, two jeeps, a wheeled steel chariot and dozens of infantry had just entered the village from the north, and the troops defending the village had drawn nearly half of their forces to join them, and a small tactical counterattack had taken shape. These heavy jeeps equipped with recoilless guns are commonplace, they have excellent mobility, can provide a certain amount of fire support, and can also be used to deal with enemy tanks at critical moments, while the steel plate combat vehicles are "earth armored vehicles" modified by the Free Corps from captured Soviet vehicles, the appearance is ugly and awkward, and the rudimentary defensive structure is not enough to resist direct fire from artillery of any caliber, it is difficult to imagine that such weapons and equipment will appear on the battlefield in 1qkn, However, when they have to face not Soviet tanks, but only Soviet paratroopers with light weapons, the opportunity to become heroes is in front of them!

Taking advantage of the interval between the Soviet air raids, the non-commissioned officers with only the code names were busy counting the personnel and conveying orders, and the "Case Hunters" with a scumbag face also told the machine gunners and riflemen to which they belonged: "Follow the advance of the large army, and hide quickly in case of an air attack, but don't fall asleep, follow up the large army!" ”

The pace of the battle here changed far faster than Yarman expected, and before he had time to digest the commander's orders, the counterattack force with heavy jeeps and steel plate chariots as the core set out, and this force was almost limited to the maximum speed of steel plate chariots, and quickly broke through the riverside area from the right side of the village. In the right position, at the right time, they happened to split the Soviet paratroopers who were trying to avoid the village and advance to the north in two - the advance force of more than 200 people was cut off at the rear, and about the same number of follow-up officers and soldiers and more Soviet paratroopers who were assembling were blocked in the upper area of the riverbank, and a fierce battle broke out immediately! …,

The roaring bullets forced Lyudmila to fall to the ground with a hungry wolf pounce, and after quickly adjusting his state, he pulled the trigger continuously, and the SKS semi-automatic step made a clattering sound, but the cunning enemy did not stand and be beaten, except for the ugly iron car moving in the snow very abruptly, the enemy soldiers who participated in the battle chose a steady fighting posture, and they used the terrain to set up the damn M042 machine gun, This chain-fed automated weapon remains unrivaled in terms of firepower continuity. Two jeeps armed with recoilless guns stayed out of range of the machine guns and fired frequently, while an unknown number of mortars threw ammunition from concealed positions......

"Keep fighting, never retreat!"

The duel on the battlefield was often a clash of wills, the shouts of the officers and the roar of the Deggarev light machine gun were tireless, but as time went on, the situation of the Soviet paratroopers deteriorated. According to the plan, the second group of paratroopers would arrive in two hours at the earliest, and the enemy was so difficult to deal with. Lyudmila looked around and could not tell how many of her companions had been killed and how wounded. At this moment, a muffled "bang" came from behind the snow mound, and a mortar shell whistled down and landed accurately on the combat position of this group of Soviet paratroopers. The explosion at close range made Lyudmila's ears ring, and when she looked up, only the tin chariot was dozens of meters closer, and because the effective range of the Soviet-made anti-tank rocket launcher was too short, it was able to spew deadly tongues of fire without fear.

A few seconds later, the second mortar shell landed in the bushes and exploded violently, and the dazed Lyudmila could no longer judge the situation by sound, and his hesitation almost killed him in the blink of an eye: a string of machine-gun bullets swept past him, and the shoulder bone suddenly hurt fiercely!

"Retreat! Fall back! Damn it! Fall back! ”

Someone shouted like crazy, and this scene once again proved that even experienced soldiers can lose their minds in extreme situations!

Chased by machine-gun bullets, Lyudmila had no choice but to retreat south with her companions, passing a glider, although the main body was intact and the wings were still alive, and the empty ammunition could no longer provide any assistance to the airborne soldiers.

"A failed airborne!" Lyudmila lamented in her heart.