It sounds like a fantasy that only thirty or forty soldiers had to resist more than a dozen Soviet tanks with only one MG42 and a few rifles and submachine guns. Creeping on the damp dirt, Lynn looked at the "** sand" in his hand, and the maximum value on its gauge was 200m. By the time the T-34s advance to within 200 meters, will they and their companions still be alive?

Thinking of this, he unloaded the Mauser rifle, which had only the last four rounds, from his back, and at the same time slung the strap of the "** sand" cross-body between his left shoulder and right waist. The Mauser rifle had more than twice the effective range of the Soviet-made submachine gun, but it was still no deterrent to the rumbling Soviet tanks. At this time, a German non-commissioned officer was seen taking out a glass wine bottle from his backpack, which contained a pale yellow-green liquid. He quickly unscrewed the metal cap of the bottle, sprinkled some liquid on a strip of rag, and then stuffed the strip of rag into most of the bottle and struck a match to light the strip of cloth that remained outside the mouth. The Soviet tanks were still more than a thousand meters apart, and even the strongest man in the world could not have thrown an ordinary bottle that far, but this non-commissioned officer still struggled to throw the bottle forward - by a little horizontal height of the hill, it flew nearly fifty meters, shattered on the ground, and a ball of flame rose in an instant!

Suddenly, another big ear steel helmet also threw out a similar Molotov cocktail, one in front of the other and two fires burning on the ground, although the fire is fierce, but people with a little common sense know that it will not burn long without gasoline. Lynn also saw at this time that the German soldiers were deterring each other: don't think we can't do anything about you, look, these Molotov cocktails are enough for you to drink a jug.

Ancient war elephants were most afraid of fire, and Soviet tanks could fearlessly run over these two burning fields, but they had to beware of the Molotov cocktails that were ready to fire in the hands of German soldiers. The tanks at the head of the platoon did not slow down significantly, but a few behind them invariably stopped, took serious aim and bombarded the positions of the German soldiers with tank guns. Flames flashed and shrapnel flew across the small hill.

The high-explosive bombs that landed nearby made a violent sound when they exploded, and even if Lynn, who was wearing a steel helmet, opened his mouth wide, he could only slightly reduce the concussion of his eardrums - listening to rock in a bar was exciting enough, and the sonic impact here was probably more than ten times stronger! The ground was also shaking with the explosion, and Lynn seemed to be lying on a trampoline, and every time someone bounced up or down on the other side, there would be a series of bounces under him, and this shock was so violent that it made his internal organs roll and his joints numb in a moment.

Although the mound that temporarily served as a position was condescending and could slightly resist the direct fire of bullets, it did not have any shielding effect on the shells that fell nearby, and in a short time several soldiers were directly blown away, and the number of wounded was difficult to determine for a while, but if it continued like this, it would not take ten minutes for these people to die without a single person left!

At the beginning of the uphill climb, the Soviet tanks at the head of the platoon finally slowed down their advance and bombarded targets less than a thousand meters away, the barrels of their turrets were almost pressed down, and the on-board machine guns began to fire, and a series of bullets suddenly hit the hills with snowflakes and mud chips. In this case, the sergeant major who had previously ordered the defense on the spot finally shouted a new order, which Lynn did not understand - his ears could not hear clearly, and he was waiting for death in a daze, when he suddenly felt that the gun belt on his back was grabbed by someone, and it turned out to be a "butcher" again! At his beckoning, several other soldiers belonging to the same combat squad also got up and ran back.

Just a few steps away, a cannonball whistled, and the huge impact made Lynn feel like he had been hit by a strong rugby player, and suddenly lost his balance and fell a meter away, but fortunately, another big ear came from behind and grabbed him along the steel helmet, which barely kept up with the pace of his comrades. Running wildly for dozens of meters in an awkward posture with his head bowed and bent over, he hurriedly turned back, most of the soldiers had retreated, and only the last few soldiers were left on the hill to delay the Soviet tanks with weak firepower. This is the mantis arm as a car, a moth to the fire, and the embodiment of the fearless fighting spirit!

At this moment, Lynn's heart was full of sorrow: the best team may not win the championship, and the same is true on the battlefield.

At the normal off-road speed of the T-34, even on a gentle slope, it took at most two minutes to cover a kilometer of distance, but Lynn and the others ran for a full four or five minutes after leaving the hill before the shell chased down again. Turning his head, the hill already belonged to the Soviet tanks.

In the one-kilometer test of the university, Lynn tried his best to get a little more than four minutes to run, and now he is carrying firearms and equipment, and his body is very tired, and he actually ran seven or eight hundred meters in the same time, it seems that the ** of survival can indeed stimulate the potential of the human body to a large extent. However, this distance is not enough to save lives, the density of Soviet tank fire at this time has decreased, but the DT machine gun (the tank version of the Deggalev series of light machine guns) is still roaring behind, and the effective range of the 7.62mm machine gun shell is 800 meters, which can strafe group targets in actual combat, and it is completely capable of causing direct damage to the human body at this distance. As a result, Lynn's ears were filled with the sound of bullets brushing by, and in front of him was the muddy water stirred up by bullets hitting the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he kept glimpsing a big ear falling down from the steel helmet. Although the situation was very different, Lynn suddenly felt that her fate was not fundamentally different from that of the Soviet prisoners of war who had been shot earlier—the only difference was that the bullet was fired from behind.

Running with all his might, Lynn was mentally prepared to be hit by a bullet at any time, and another ten seconds passed, and the figures around him continued to decrease, but the bullet did not come to call his name for a long time. Suddenly, the soldier who was running in front of him and belonged to the same combat squad as himself was shot in the leg, and his whole body shuddered and fell forward with a scream. Seeing this, the "butcher" who was originally running behind hurriedly ran over to help him up, between the danger of his life and the safety of his companions, Lynn originally planned to choose the former, but the actions of the "butcher" instantly changed his mind. Switching the Mauser rifle to the left hand, and supporting the wounded companion from the right, the two joined forces, plus the companion who was shot in the leg jumped on one foot, and the three of them could barely keep up with the retreat of their companions, and by this time there were less than twenty soldiers in the palace!

After descending the hills, the dirt path turns northwest and stretches to a small village about 5 km away. Lynn had been running around so hard that she hadn't had time to take a closer look. When supporting your injured companion forward, raise your head and look straight ahead. He looked hard ahead, and was surprised to see that there were fortifications on the outskirts of the village, and that a striking German [***] flag was still flying on one of the steeple houses in the village! Finally seeing hope, Lynn's heart was full of joy, but at this moment, the Soviet tank fire suddenly became ferocious, and it seemed that he was ruthless to wipe out the remaining dozen German soldiers on the way back.

"Hurry, hurry!" Lynn squeezed familiar words out of her lips, Mo said that the people around her couldn't understand them, and the loud sound of the cannonballs also greatly weakened the sensitivity of people's ears. The soldier who was supported jumped on one leg and did not treat his wounds in any way, and was already physically exhausted. His pale face was bloodless, but his eyes were still full of desire to survive. The butcher was a muscular man, but half a head shorter than Lynn, and half of the wounded's weight was on his side, his face flushed in the harsh winter, sweat running down his hair and neck, and the large leather boots left deep footprints with every step.

Lynn's condition was no better, her legs were filled with lead, and she felt like she couldn't hold on for a moment. Seeing that the village was getting closer and closer, and even vaguely saw people in the trenches wearing steel helmets with big ears looking at them expectantly, Lynn gritted his teeth, and drove his arms and legs to move with unprecedented willpower, but the evil cannonball flew with a strange roar, and landed less than ten meters away from his left, and the hot air wave hit him fiercely, and the three of them were still unable to resist close together, and instantly fell in the opposite direction.

The moment she hit the ground, Lynn had only one thought in her mind: Is this the end of my World War II journey, God?

The dazed ears only rang endlessly.

Another cannonball hit, and it seemed to land closer, and the world in front of Lynn's eyes shook violently, as if the space had been distorted, and the large and small mud blocks were like fireworks blooming in the night sky, scattered in a wonderful parabola. Suddenly, his head cleared up slightly, and Lynn suddenly felt a tearing pain in his left arm. At first, he thought it was shrapnel wounds, but the persistent sensation didn't look like a large wound, and he knew that it might just be a broken wound from earlier.

Turning his head to the left with difficulty, the "butcher" and the wounded comrades were still moving, and then turning to the right, those T-34s were the size of toys in the line of sight, and more than a dozen vehicles were advancing in this direction, and the front and rear of the vehicles flashed with machine gun flames, and the slightly raised muzzles of the guns sometimes spewed out a cloud of black smoke, and the shells were instantly slicing into the air, and landed closer to the village.

Lynn's face up was so blue and the clouds were so white that he hadn't been stained by the flames of war at all. The spirit of his comrades-in-arms who never gave up in a desperate situation was like a ray of sunshine falling through the dark clouds, allowing him to end this unexpected war journey with some relief. Suddenly, he remembered a great saying from the Israelites of his time:

Even if the world has abandoned us, we will never abandon our own people!