Brothers, the new book is on the list, give some firepower support!

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The battlefield is the battlefield, and it has nothing to do with the track and field arena. This old thinking has been thrown by Lynn to the island of Java, and in the cold battlefield of the Eastern Front, although he can't be a champion, he has the opportunity to save his life and that of his companions. With the perseverance and physical support that surprised Lynn herself, the trio who supported each other finally stepped into the boundary of the woodland. Outside the woods, Soviet artillery fire is still raging, and the woods are like a hallowed place from a fantasy movie, protecting the weaker races from the forces of evil - at least until the ultimate darkness appears.

Shaking off the thick arms that pressed against her shoulders, Lynn propped up the tree, bent over, and gasped for air. At this time, I found that my back was soaked with sweat, and my trouser legs were also cold. Judging from the concept of health in peacetime, the chance of suffering from arthritis in such a state for a long time will be very high, but where can Lynn take care of health now?

Finally catching his breath, the rescued big soldier began to mumble to Lynn and the "butcher". Even though he didn't understand a word, Lynn still suddenly burst into fire in his heart: how could such a stout man have the same crying voice as a woman? If I knew this, it would be better to let him fend for himself.

That said, the big soldier was busy taking out a cigarette from his pocket and giving it to the "life-saving benefactor", and this behavior added to Lynn's disgust. Is a pack of cigarettes worth risking your life and being as tired as a dead dog?

Even though there was a heroic act of sacrificing himself to save others, the "butcher" still maintained his cold expression that had not changed for thousands of years, shook his head and said a few words, and the big soldier actually put away his cigarette and closed his mouth very aggrieved. Looking back beyond the woods at this time, there were not many German soldiers left. Many died in the retreat, but many more were still alive, and because of this, there was always a need for someone on the battlefield to act as an "iron gate", to hold the enemy like a rock, so as to buy as much time and space as possible for their large forces.

Soon, the highest-ranking officer automatically assumed the role of temporary commander, and the second lieutenant's decision was simple and cruel: the wounded were the first to be killed, and the rest remained to fight the blockade.

The small wound on his arm was not enough for Lynn to retreat as a wounded, not to mention that the bloodied "butcher" was still standing firmly aside. Looking around, in fact, most of the soldiers were more or less injured, they may not all be as resolute as the "butcher", and there was even deep fear in their eyes, but they still stayed without hesitation.

Since it was a blocking battle, Soviet tanks and self-propelled guns were naturally the number one targets that the German rearguard units needed to deal with. It takes extra effort and time to force a path through the woods, so a road through the woods is the only way to go. Lynn took a closer look, this two-lane road is an asphalt roadbed, gravel road, it is difficult to destroy it directly with explosives, and the best way to do it right now is to blow down the big tree next to it to cross the road. Ignoring the language troubles, he found the "butcher" and gestured with his hand for a while, although he was very puzzled by the strange state of his subordinates, but the "butcher" still understood his gesture and agreed with the suggestion. However, before he could make a suggestion to the scumbag-faced second lieutenant officer, the soldiers had already arranged for the soldiers to tie explosives and grenades to the two large trees.

Seeing that the officer's thinking coincided with his own thoughts, Lynn was not happy, he looked south of the woods, and the Soviet armored units that had stopped shelling were still advancing in an orderly manner, and the tanks in the front row were still three or four kilometers away from the edge of the woods.

Under the leadership of the non-commissioned officers, most of the surrounding soldiers found a blocking position. Because they didn't have time to dig bunker fortifications, they directly relied on tree roots, stumps and uneven ground, and the temporary defense line was roughly located 500 meters from the edge of the woods, which could not only effectively avoid the invasion of Soviet artillery fire, but also try to block the Soviet infantry on the outside of the woods, and the only few "iron fists" and "tank killers" were deployed behind the big trees near the road, which should be a more experienced configuration.

Lynn was about to find a combat position near the "butcher", when he suddenly saw the second lieutenant preparing to let the soldiers detonate the explosives, thinking that it was wrong, and hurriedly went up to stop it. But apart from "no", he could not express his opinion in other German phrases, so he had to "show his teeth and claws". The second lieutenant was confused, first shouting in his mouth, and gesturing a few times in his hand, but seeing that the Soviet tanks were getting closer and closer, he didn't have the patience to pull down with Lynn anymore, and directly left Lynn and gave orders to those soldiers. At this moment, the "butcher" came forward with his submachine gun, he said something to the second lieutenant in a loud voice, and his right hand was clenched into a fist and swung it twice vigorously. The second lieutenant frowned and thought for a moment, looked at the "butcher", then at Lynn, finally nodded, and walked towards the soldier in charge of detonating the explosives.

Looking at the relieved expression of the "butcher", Lynn didn't know if he understood his thoughts, but just a short distance away, he should have seen the gesture he made. The puzzle didn't last long, and the second lieutenant confessed a few words to the soldier in charge of detonating the explosives, and then bent down and crouched down behind a large tree not far away. The two soldiers did not immediately detonate the explosives, but cautiously lay on the side of the tree that was about to be blown up.

Suddenly, the sound of the rumbling of tanks became clear, and through the gaps in the trees, the white-painted Soviet tanks could be faintly seen driving along the road into the woodland, and the figures of Soviet infantry in white coats soon appeared in the woods. The depths of the woods were as quiet as if there were no animals, except for the roar of machinery and the grinding of tracks from outside the trees, and the only thing that seemed to be heard was the whirring wind and the crunch of Soviet infantry stepping on the snowy ground.

Hiding behind a snow-covered bush, Lynn clutched the Mauser rifle in his hand, and after the previous battle, he had a lot of confidence in his marksmanship, but the battlefield is not a shooting range, just hitting the target can win, and protecting himself is sometimes more important than killing the enemy. The bushes were an ideal obstacle to obscuring the view, but they couldn't stop the bullets from penetrating, and the terrain was as flat as some women's chests here, making it completely insecure. While observing the front through the cracks in the roots of the bushes, Lynn also paid close attention to the situation on the road - it was his own suggestion to blow up the trees when the Soviet tanks approached, and if the soldiers detonated at the wrong time, although he was not directly responsible, he would inevitably carry a burden psychologically.

The roar of the engines drew closer, and suddenly, a large white shadow flashed through the gap between the two trees: the leader turned out to be a T-34, with heavily armed combat infantry on the sides and rear of the turret. After quickly estimating the distance and time difference, Lynn lowered his voice and shouted to the "butcher" on the other side, "Hey! Kill the pigs! Furlore! Fl-troll-er! ”

Using "fire" instead of "detonate", Lynn made a mistake that was enough to make the elementary school teacher vomit blood, and God knows what the "butcher" thought of his freak, but he finally understood the meaning, turned his head sideways and shouted at the second lieutenant. The second lieutenant directly passed the same words to the two soldiers responsible for the detonation, only to see them jump up without hesitation, pull down the strings of the grenades, and then quickly retreat in reverse.

From Lynn's position, the white smoke from the grenade fuse was particularly clear in the empty forest, and I don't know if the Soviet tankmen didn't see it or didn't have time to react, the first T-34 rumbled past the tree, and then appeared in the gap between the trees was an identical tank, with the huge Arabic numerals "240" painted on the side of the turret.