Seeing the soldiers who had never been alive but were in the same camp standing up with anti-tank bazookas and aiming, Lynn was full of prayer although he did not say a word of prayer, and with great courage he straightened his assault rifle and risked being hit by enemy bullets at any time to shoot at the Soviet infantry who were following the T-34's attack, while several MG-42s in the same position poured a dense and deadly rain of bullets with extremely high frequency of roars, and the dark red light spots were full of dust and plasma splashes. Some Soviet soldiers were instantly hit by several or even a dozen machine gun bullets, and their bodies were like being hit head-on with an axe, and they fell on their backs without even opening their mouths; Some of them had expressions of disbelief when they were shot, but their limbs stretched out uncontrollably; There are also "horses that stumble on their front hooves", kneeling down on their knees but maintaining a straight posture with their upper body, and at the end, they fall forward or sideways like a stake...... Victory was close at hand, but these Red Army soldiers had no choice but to stop in front of the finish line, and this was the battlefield.

While the Germans were under intense fire, the Soviet tanks and the surviving infantry were desperate to return fire, almost every submachine gun was spewing flames of revenge, and the T-34s that had paused their advance also lowered their muzzles, and at a near-face-to-face distance, once their muzzles flashed, the German positions would rise from the flames of explosion. An 85 mm high-explosive round was enough to lift the entire pile of rubble, and almost none of the German shooters hiding behind it escaped the catastrophe.

The battlefield, which was only a stone's throw away, suddenly turned into a terrible meat grinder.

Seeing this, Lynn's earlier fears and apprehensions had been completely replaced by passionate emotions, his helmet was pressed against his eyebrows, one eye was wide open, his left leg was bent and his right knee was on the ground, his body was slightly tilted to the right, his chest was pressed against the butt, and every time he pulled the trigger to shoot a bullet, his left hand moved the muzzle of the gun slightly. One by one, the figures in the telescope fell, but they did not determine whether they had been shot or not, and they were not distracted by the sudden gunfire around them. With such concentration, if you are suddenly attacked by the opponent's bullets, you may not have the slightest pain.

The resurgence of the group at the moment of life and death allowed the German defense forces, which were absolutely inferior in strength and equipment, to deter the enemy in front of them, and also bought precious time for their own anti-tank shooters, who were relying on square concrete pillars and long rubble to shoot, and one after another super-caliber or same-caliber rockets flew out of the abandoned buildings with bright tail flames and thick white smoke, and flew towards the Soviet tanks in a trajectory that was not absolutely straight. These hollow-charge armour-piercing shells are equipped with a bottom-of-the-bullet instantaneous fuse that explodes on contact with the target, which in turn penetrates the armor through the shaped effect, meaning that if they do not directly hit an enemy tank, they may not be as destructive as a regular grenade. Fortunately, the German anti-tank shooters had already ventured to the front, and four of the six rockets fired in quick succession in half a minute were hit. The T-34 at the front was like a raging rhinoceros, still stubbornly resisting after the first bullet, and the on-board machine gun kept strafing forward, hitting the second rocket on the front of the body to finally make it "honest". A second T-34 on the side tried to avoid the German anti-tank rockets by braking and reversing suddenly, but its movements were still a little clumsy. The oncoming rockets seemed to inject an anesthetic into the beast, and its steel tracks still moved some distance with the load-bearing wheels. Suddenly, the rear hatch was opened, and a Soviet tanker, who appeared to be seriously wounded, struggled to climb out of the tank, and was quickly rescued by the accompanying infantry—but before he could get a few steps, he was swept down by a quick German machine gunner with a shuttle of bullets.

A little further away, the third T-34 turret was shot in the front, this position was the most heavily armoured, and the driver and mechanic under the turret had a good chance of dodging. Therefore, after being shot, it did not lie on the spot, but turned the hull at a small angle and quickly drove behind the two destroyed tanks in front of it before stopping, thus avoiding the German anti-tank fire, but also withdrew from the battle.

A box of bullets ran out, and Lynn regained her strength. Seeing that the three Soviet tanks in front of him were damaged twice and one was damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief, it was difficult for those Soviet infantry to make a breakthrough on such a battlefield alone.

It's a pity that this is no longer a close contest, less than a minute later, the fourth Soviet tank turned out of the ruins, followed by the fifth, the sixth, and when the seventh tank drove out, Lynn couldn't help but gasp: this guy is one size bigger than the ordinary T-34, and has a unique silhouette similar to the "Unicorn Fairy", because he has a memorable combat experience, he recognized it at a glance - Joseph. Stalin Type 2 tank!

In addition to its outstanding defense, this Soviet heavy tank was also equipped with a powerful 122 mm gun, and its movement speed was comparable to that of the German Tiger and King Tiger, but its standard weight was only one ton more than that of the T-34/85 - which may have made the German tank designers frustrated, and the German tank crews to cry out for unfairness.

Despite its ability to destroy the city, the low-key IS-2 did not rush over, but silently gave way to the gap and stopped alone more than 400 meters away from the abandoned building. Suddenly, another IS-2 and two ISU-152s came out of the gap one after another. In contrast to the T-34s, which fired as they went, these big, uncharacteristically and ugly creatures were silent before they spoke. After stopping at a position where the German anti-tank guns could not reach and the anti-tank rocket launchers could not reach, they calmly adjusted the parking space and the muzzle, and the posture was even reminiscent of the players on the golf course preparing to hit the ball!

As long as they are eyesighted, they can easily find the four "uninvited guests" on the opposite side of the abandoned building. Compared with the T-34, which can be described as a "sea" in quantity, the total output of IS-2 and ISU-152 to the early summer of 1945 was only three or four thousand units, which belonged to the "few varieties" in the huge Soviet steel torrent, but it still had an advantage over the German Tiger and Tiger King, and after 1944, it was equipped with front-line troops and participated in a series of important battles, which was a familiar face to German officers and soldiers. Although no one shouted or spoke, Lynn still clearly felt the change in the atmosphere of the battlefield - the Soviet infantry was much quieter, only the T-34 that had just come up shot at the abandoned building with excess energy, and the German anti-tank shooters in front were all looking for a more hidden position to hide as long as they still had ammunition, and the machine gun shooters in the back also stopped firing, Only a handful of German soldiers, armed with assault rifles and ordinary rifles, hunted in vain Soviet infantry with some of their bodies exposed in the ruins opposite. Even more disturbing to Lynn was the fact that the few German soldiers who walked through the rubble were not forward but backward, some of them were slightly wounded, some of them lost their weapons, but these were not sufficient reasons to temporarily withdraw from their positions.

Once the idea of retreating came to mind, the confidence that had been regained with great difficulty began to waver again. However, at this time, withdrawing from the position is likely to greatly reduce their image and trust in the minds of their subordinates, after all, they have sworn allegiance to the head of the empire, once they are no longer the brave and resolute commander who can lead them to win tough battles, how many can follow them and take risks?

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help but sigh that the time was short, if this group of soldiers had followed him for many years and cultivated a deep affection, then he didn't need to look forward and backward so much at all.

In the blink of an eye, the adjusted Soviet heavy tanks and self-propelled guns opened fire. Although they only had four guns, the 122 and 152 mm grenades were smashed down, and the sound was completely different from ordinary artillery shells. The explosion shook the ground along with the ruined building, and the loud sound shook the ears and heads of the soldiers who had no additional protection, and their internal organs endured the torment of pain—these were only indirect injuries, and the ruins, rubble, or human bodies were completely destroyed in an instant where each heavy grenade landed near a flat shot.

One after another, huge craters appeared, and countless small fragments were created with deadly kinetic energy, and they swept through like bullets, even the concrete pillars left their deep imprints, and when these debris crossed the rubble and hit the human body, the destructive force was no less than a dummmy bullet.

The Soviet shelling lasted only five minutes, to be exact, 11 to 12 shells per IS-2, 7 to 8 shells per ISU-152, plus a few T-34s, and the Soviet attacking forces fired a total of about 50 shells at the ruined building, perhaps only one-tenth of the previous damage to the dilapidated building. However, when the artillery silenced, almost the entire building was shrouded in gray-white gunpowder smoke and dust, and the sound of heavy or rapid coughing could be faintly heard, and occasionally soldiers who were stunned by the artillery fire staggered through the rubble, and were immediately knocked down by scattered bullets...... "Damn! cough cough cough ......"

Although she temporarily covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, Lynn still felt like she wanted to suffocate, and the pungent smoke made it extremely difficult to breathe. If time passed slowly in such an environment, he could barely endure it, but his sober reason made his heart heavy: the final offensive of the Soviet army was about to begin!

Many people could have expected this, but they might not have guessed the timing of the Soviet attack. The smoke had not yet cleared, the dust was still filling, and the roar of the Soviet tanks had become clearer. Listening to the sonorous tracks, Lynn raised his head with difficulty, and suddenly a crisp and dense gunfire sounded in the misty dust and mist, and it was almost impossible to see the bright bullets flying coldly from close range, and the swishing sound was like a dark arrow stained with poison, which made people feel cold. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding gunfire was like an ambush attacking, and in an instant it rose to an extremely dense level, and the sound of submachine guns and machine guns was particularly prominent. A few seconds later, the sound of a grenade explosion suddenly filled the ears with overwhelming momentum, but it is not difficult for experienced people to judge that this was only the last effort of the German soldiers.

Lynn struggled to get up, adjusted the assault rifle to a burst of fire, and pressed her finger to the trigger, as long as the Soviet soldier broke through the fog, it would surely be a hornet's nest in a second. However, the first and several figures that appeared immediately after were all their own people who retreated in a panic.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

A frightened German shout was heard in her ears, not just one, but in the surroundings, and then Lynn realized that her companions were retreating in panic, and that no one could help them......

(To be continued)