An hour later, Hans, James, and Wolf sat in the field tow of the repair company and returned to the village where their battalion was stationed.

Driving near the forest line, they met the men of the battalion fire detachment.

Hans told the team to stop, poked his head out and said to the sergeant, who was sitting under a tree on the side of the road, smoking, "What about your boss?" ”

"I just want it." The sergeant stood up, walked over to the armored car, looked up at Hans, and silently smoked his cigarette butt, which had only a filter left.

Hans looked at the muddy and blood-stained soldiers in the woods behind the sergeant, and at the corpses of the Russian soldiers scattered in the fields outside the woods, and what happened was self-explanatory.

"Hey guys," Wolf said, raising his voice to all the German soldiers in the woods, "let's go show the Russians a little bit of power." ”

No one responded to Wolfe's words, and they all looked at the sergeant who was "promoted to the line of fire" to become the commander. The sergeant also looked back at the people who had just become his subordinates, and was silent for several seconds before turning back and shrugging his shoulders at the people in the armored car: "Why not." Alright guys, get in the car! Check your weapons! ”

At the sergeant's order, the surviving German soldiers all moved.

**

It may be that the battle in the village is not over yet, the Russian army did not set up an observation post on the periphery of the village at all, and the repair vehicles of the armored repair company all rushed to a hundred meters away from the village in formation, and the Russian army hurriedly opened fire on them.

"Go straight ahead!" Hans lay behind the winch on the roof of the towing car and ordered loudly with the microphone connected to the car, "There is no concrete in the earthen wall outside the village, you can push it away with your bulldozer!" Most of the houses in the village are made of brick and wood, and if you don't touch the two-story houses, the other houses can be knocked open with a bulldozer! ”

The commander, who was showing his head in front of the repair car, turned around and gave Hans a thumbs up, signaling that he knew.

In this way, six strange-shaped repair vehicles rushed towards the village, firing ferociously at the buildings held by the Russian army with their machine guns.

The Russian Maxine made a clanging sound on the inclined armor in front of the hull, but it was useless.

The survivors of the fire detachment and the sappers of the repair company mixed together, followed behind the armored vehicles, lowered their bodies and cautiously advanced.

The distance of a hundred meters was rapidly shortening, and suddenly Hans saw the Russians trotting a door between the two houses in the village.

"Artillery! 12 o'clock direction! Machine guns cover them! ”

Wolf mounted the machine gun on top of the winch, stood on the engine cooling cover behind the winch, and fired at the gun with all his might.

The Russian artillery huddled behind a small shield and aimed its guns at the armored tow vehicle in the middle of the queue, the one in which Hans and Wolf were riding.

The moment the flash of the cannon was lit up, Wolf was already rolling under the car with his machine gun in his arms, but Hans craned his neck.

The shell hit the front of the towed vehicle, sending out dazzling sparks.

But the towed vehicle was still advancing, and the machine-gun fire did not stop at all.

"Where did they go?" Hans couldn't help but ask into the microphone.

The commander poked his head out a little and made a digging gesture to Hans.

It looks like it hit the bulldozer.

The Russians fired another shot, but this one was directly crooked, landing on the ground next to Hans's car, and the armor-piercing shell bounced off the ground and flew into the woods behind, breaking a beech.

At this time, the towing vehicle had already rushed to the front of the earthen wall at the edge of the village, and the Russians saw this, pulling the towing mechanism of the artillery, dragging the artillery and withdrawing to the village.

"Don't even think about it!" Hans stood up and fired at the Russian gunners with his assault rifle, and although he had a condescending advantage to bypass the gun shield, the tow car hit the earthen wall just as he fired, and the strong shaking caused all the bullets fired by Hans to fly.

The tow truck overwhelmed the earthen wall, ran over it, and crashed straight into the side wall of the low bungalow.

The engine, which had been specially strengthened to tow the chariot, roared and drove the hull into the wall, causing the entire bungalow to fall backwards, and the iron-clad roof rolled up with a metallic twisting sound that gave Hans goosebumps.

After running over the unstable house of the Poles, Hans gave the commander the order: "Our troops are in the church on the left, drive that way, and be careful not to hit the church!" ”

At this time, the infantry, who had been following behind the towed car, rushed up and slaughtered into the village.

The Russians occupied some of the houses and resisted stubbornly, so the flamethrowers equipped by the combat engineers of the repair company began to show their might. Standing on the armored tow vehicle, Hans watched as the combat sappers sprayed flames at a house that was shooting outward, and the flames poured into the room through the windows, and soon the Russian soldiers, covered in fire, rushed out of the door, rolling on the ground and howling bitterly.

Wolf climbed into the armored car again and smiled at Hans: "I killed all the artillery crews that just hit us. ”

"I see it." Hans only answered, when a dense burst of gunfire came from the direction of the church.

"It's the sound of our shooting." James, who had been mixing in the infantry, suddenly appeared, "He must have responded to us when he knew we were attacking." ”

Hans nodded, then straightened up and shouted to the infantry, "Go in the direction of the church and join our army!" ”

A technical sergeant nodded to Hans, turned around and led the maintenance men towards the church, where Hans's armored tow began to turn.

"If I were to go over the wall in front of you, drive between the two houses, and then over the fence and up the main road of the village." Hans said into the microphone, "Then we can form a crossfire with the buddy at the church window." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the tow car stopped steering, and after a brief pause, the engine roared again, and a large puff of black smoke came out of the exhaust port. The body of the towed car slammed forward for thirty centimeters, and then drove towards the earthen wall that Hans had just spoken of at a relatively steady speed.

Five minutes later, the tow car drove up the main road of the village, the same one that Hans had used to drive through the village when they fled.

As soon as he drove onto the main road, Wolf's machine gun fired, and the fan of tracer bullets swept over a pair of Russian soldiers who were running outside the village, and two of them were overturned at once.

Wolf chased the rest of the Russian army with a barrage, and then his machine gun jammed.

"Damn!" Wolf hurriedly rolled out of the car, hid in the shadow of the armored car, turned on the bolt and fiddled with his machine gun, shouting as he went, "Don't reverse!" Don't reverse! ”

Hans ignored him, crouching on the engine cover of the tow car, observing the streets on either side.

Another armored crane had already driven to the side of the church, and the German soldiers defending the church were coming out of the sieve-sized door of the church one by one to launch a counterattack against the Russians.

At this time, someone shouted: "The Russians have retreated!" ”

As if to echo this shout, Hans saw a group of Russians in the distance running quickly across the main road, climbing over the wall and disappearing into the courtyard on the other side.

At this time, more voices began to shout: "The Russians are retreating!" ”

"Don't let them run, hit them!"

It seems that the Russians have really retreated, and probably they have also reached the limit in today's battle, so when their small army rushed up, it became the last straw that crushed the battle.

Hans sat down on the still hot bonnet, leaned back to the winch, let out a long sigh of relief, and then he burst out laughing.

If you survive this war, you will have one more material to brag about to your children and grandchildren. Retaking the town with a couple of armored repair vehicles with only hull machine guns or something, it's......