From the time they appeared to the time they disappeared, the two German fighters remained in Lynn's sight for only five or six minutes, and the sudden changes not only overwhelmed him, but also caught the Soviet armored forces on the road by surprise. Two aerial bombs of average size and power landed on the road, and they directly knocked over a T-34, injuring several Soviet tanks in the vicinity. Needless to say, the top was also the weakest point of the armor of the Soviet tanks, and the machine guns of the German planes strafed along the road for a while, causing damage to at least seven or eight Soviet tanks. For a time, the road was full of smoke and mess, and the Soviet tank columns that were blocked in the highway area even began to slowly retreat.

A minimal air raid had an incalculable impact on the German infantry against the Soviet tanks - how to maximize the impact into battle results, Lynn was still pondering, and Ensign Hu had already given the answer with a tall posture and a loud slogan!

Hearing the order to attack, the "butcher" was the first to get up and rush down the hill, except for the duo who used machine guns, the German infantry did not hesitate to devote themselves to the attack, so decisive momentum made Lynn sigh greatly. After a moment's hesitation, he fell behind again, and followed the skirmisher line with his rifle in his hand, only to slip down the hillside. An inexplicable chagrin rushed into his chest, but shouldn't he feel glad he had encountered similar situations in the past?

There was no sign of the second lieutenant in the attack, and Lynn got up and ran forward, and "took the moment" to look back. It turned out that Second Lieutenant Hu Zhe had already run to the side of the anti-tank combat group and directly commanded them to fight. Seeing this scene, Lynn suddenly realized: as a battlefield commander, when he can't take care of all aspects, he should grasp the key point like this!

After the adjustment of Second Lieutenant Hudzu, two groups of German infantry using the "Iron Fist" and the "Tank Killer" attacked the first Soviet tank through the woods, while the remaining three anti-tank combat groups went in the opposite direction to support their comrades who had engaged in the attack.

Now that he was on the attack, Lynn didn't dare to be too distracted and ran hard through the snow. Attacking an armored unit with dozens of tanks, self-propelled guns and combat infantry with less than 200 infantry using ordinary firearms may seem like hitting a stone with an egg, but many examples of the weak defeating the strong in history have revealed to future generations that the difference between the strong and the weak is relative, and as long as you grasp the best fighter, the weak can also reverse and win.

The woods were often the perfect place to cover up the truth, and the German infantry shouted and went on the attack, and from outside the woods it looked as if countless enemies were rushing at them, and the Soviet soldiers were the first to be psychologically defeated. At a very close distance, the artillery of the Soviet tanks had long been unable to exert its power, and the machine-gun fire was greatly weakened by the trees in the forest -- the German soldiers decisively threw several grenades before they were about to rush out of the woods, and their explosions did not pose any threat to the Soviet tanks at all, but greatly obstructed the sight of the Soviet tankers and the accompanying infantry, and made their already panicked psychology even more intense. The German infantry bravely rushed onto the road, killing the Soviet infantry with rifles and submachine guns in a matter of moments. In this case, the Soviet tanks, which could only move in a small area, became a turtle in an urn, and several tried to withdraw, but in exchange for only a "close" collision with their companions.

Killing a turtle seems to be easy, but if you are holding only a needle in your hand, it is really a problem to kill the turtle whose head and limbs are retracted into its shell. Fortunately, there was no shortage of experienced veterans in the German infantry, who experienced the most brutal offensive and defensive battles of the war, sharpened their tenacious will, and acquired corresponding combat skills. In their hands, a bottle of gasoline can make the T-34 lie down, a grenade has the opportunity to give the tank an internal cleanup, in addition to the explosion of tracks, gas plugging and attack observation holes and other "not the way to do it". All in all, as long as there is enough time and space, they will have a way to take out the Soviet tanks in front of them one by one!

Before he could break out of the woods, a bullet fired from a Soviet tank in front of him blocked Lynn behind a large tree, and the chirping sound of the bullet burrowing into the trunk still made his heart furious. Although he was no longer so blindly subordinate to his instincts, Lynn leaned against the back of the tree with his breath short, his right hand raised high and his left hand lowered, and the Mauser rifle formed an angle of more than 60 degrees to the ground. Sensing that the threat was gone, he cautiously and quickly turned to the left and looked over: the damned T-34 was slowly reorienting itself by the movement of the tracks, the coaxial machine gun of the main gun spewing out vicious tongues of fire, the one on the left side of the front of the car was also hissing and roaring, and the barrel of the gun, along with the shield, was very visibly horizontal. Bullets that had just left the muzzle of their guns flew in sight with an orange-red light, threatening every German infantryman who threw themselves into battle.

"The Russians who deserve hell!"

Lynn retracted his head and cursed viciously in his heart, and several bullets suddenly whizzed across his cheeks less than 20 centimeters, and even the slightly frozen facial skin faintly felt their agitated air currents, and there was an extremely strong consciousness in his mind: you can't rush out at this time, and if you go out, you will be beaten into a sieve by the machine guns of Soviet tanks!

Although she felt that this was more or less due to fear, Lynn convinced herself that it was better to be cautious. He turned his head sideways to the right to look at the rear of the Soviet tank column, those Soviet tanks and soldiers who were not directly attacked by the German infantry of course would not sit idly by and ignore the trapped companions, the shells could not play a role, some armored soldiers simply stood on the tank body or even the turret, holding submachine guns and the accompanying infantry together to shoot the German infantry who rushed into their armored column, separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, and were blocked by tanks, their attacks did not immediately achieve obvious killing effects, but it is foreseeable that over time, The Germans, who were at an absolute disadvantage, would soon be relegated to the reluctance, and it was important to seize the timing of the attack and retreat.

Turning back to the left, Lynn saw that the second lieutenant was rushing to this side, his current ability was not enough to help the commander choose the timing accurately, thinking of this, he lowered his head and pushed the ruler to 100 meters, took a deep breath, dodged and turned 90 degrees to the right, and the gun was level with his shoulder, and the crosshair was set on an earthy brown figure squatting on the tank turret in the distance, holding his breath and exerting force, and after a sixth of a second, the guy fell directly from the turret.

The left hand holds the gun down, the butt is still against the chest and shoulder, the right hand quickly pulls the bolt to complete the process of retracting and resetting, the left hand holds the gun up, and once again aims at the earthy brown figure on the side of the turret of the same tank, the Soviet soldier was not disturbed by the bullet of his companion, and still focused on aiming and shooting, the "** sand" in his hand trembled every two seconds, and the slightly white smoke dispersed with the discharge of the bullet.

The guy was shooting his companion mercilessly at the moment, and with this thought, Lynn raised his crosshair slightly, held his breath, and exerted his strength, still for a sixth of a second, only to see a small ball of blood suddenly splattered from the front of the Soviet-made 1940 steel helmet on the man's head - this immediately reminded Lynn of the situation on TV where special forces trained to shoot with watermelons.

Two soldiers were hit in a row, and the surrounding Soviet infantry became alert, but it was not easy to find the enemy shooter on the extremely complicated battlefield. This time, Lynn finally moved a small half step sideways, using the shadow of the tree trunk to cover part of his body, and completed the necessary process of re-firing the rifle with the manual rifle in a coherent posture. If it is the M1 semi-automatic rifle of the U.S. Army, with these efforts, it has probably fired all 8 bullets, even if it is not guaranteed to hit, with Lynn's current level, it can kill three or four. However, Lynn did not complain about this, the manual rifle naturally has its incomparable texture and feel, and more importantly, Lynn was originally a young man who loved the military, but due to well-known limitations, he had only touched a gun twice in the twenty-one years he had spent in college military training. Whenever he watched foreign military enthusiasts indulge in splurge at the shooting range, he thought that if he could own a gun, even the oldest single-shot rifle. Now that his wish has finally come true, how could he dislike the incoherence of the Mauser 98K shooting?

Brass shells with residual heat tumbled longitudinally and fell from the height of an adult's head, falling silently on the ground covered with snow. Lynn took half a step to the left, raised his gun to aim, and easily found a guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the turret of another Soviet tank, he was wearing the round leather hat of a Soviet tankman, only the upper body was outside the hatch, and he was holding the "** sand" flat in his hand, and he was strafing without aiming.

As an ordinary infantryman, one day he can directly kill a tank commander of the enemy, half an hour ago Lynn didn't dare to imagine, but the opportunity is in front of him, whether he can grasp it depends on his own ability, this is the simplest battlefield law!