Wolf led his own troops into the town.

"Platoon commander, why do other officers like to use a lightweight MP44, but you like to use a machine gun?"

"Because I'm a machine gunner," Wolf looked back at the platoon commander who was following his ass, "and I can't calm down with the other weapons." And this gun accompanied me from birth to death, and has become a source of good luck for me, you know, a source of good luck! As long as I have this machine gun, I will ......"

A bullet hit Wolf's head and a centimeter lower to reach his steel helmet.

"Look!" Wolf pointed to the bullet marks, "That's it!" ”

As he spoke, the entire platoon that had been following him had dispersed and hidden, and at the same time the enemy's machine guns rang out, and a storm of bullets swept over everyone's heads.

Wolf calmly ducked into the shadows of the wall and commented, "The Heavy is a novice, and the scale is set high." ”

At this time, the other veterans had also noticed this, and began to lower their bodies and move quickly along the base of the wall.

Wolf sticks out his head and observes the machine gun positions of the Russian army. There is only one large house in this village that is two-storey, and the machine gun is set up in the window on the second floor of the large house.

At this time, the signal soldier with a high-power radio on his back shouted: "Do you want to call for fire support?" ”

Wolf glanced back at the communications corps, and the only high-powered radioman in his platoon was a recruit.

"No kidding, there are only a dozen houses in this village, and it would make me laugh at calling for air support in this kind of village." After speaking, Wolf took the walkie-talkie from the deputy platoon commander, "This is Wolf, we didn't find any anti-aircraft guns on this side of the village, you can drive in." ”

"Sounds like a machine gun, in a bitter fight?" On the walkie-talkie, there was an inquiry from the infantry of Wolf's platoon.

"If you don't come in, we'll take the village by roundabout, but it's too troublesome, you ...... come in."

As Wolf was talking, the window where the Russian machine gun was located suddenly exploded, and then the Russian machine gun was directly muted. Wolf turned his head to look for the person responsible for the explosion, and saw his second squad leader giving him a thumbs up on the roof of the bungalow across the village road from him.

"Okay, our newly equipped grenadier canister seems to be very useful, you guys come in quickly, maybe you can use the sound of your engine to scare the Russian troops stationed here into surrendering." Wolf said as he gestured to his men for them to advance cautiously and confirm room by room.

As soon as the gesture was finished, the machine gun rang out again, and this time the grenade was glued to the gunner's face after just a few shots, and this time it was clear that the grenadiers of the other squads had also found a good position, and the grenades that flew into the second floor of the big house from all angles exploded one after another.

It may have been a grenade that broke the beams of the house, and the entire wooden roof of the house collapsed in half, raising a huge amount of dust.

Wolf returned the walkie-talkie to the deputy platoon commander, picked up his favorite machine gun, and began to move along the village road with his waist bent. As far as he could see, his men were clearing houses using standard house-to-house scramble procedures.

There were no gunshots, which is strange. The machine gun shows that there are Russian troops stationed here, but no matter how you think about it, there shouldn't be only one machine gun, there should always be someone else.

The eerie silence continued, and Wolf cautiously approached the two-story house with a half-collapsed roof.

It looked like the house of the squire of the village, and although the roof had been half blown down, the masonry below had not been damaged, and Wolf led the first group that followed him close to the house.

"There must be Russian troops in this." As he spoke, he looked back at the deputy platoon commander, who immediately took out his grenade and pulled out the safety bolt. Wolf and the deputy platoon commander felt under the window of the mansion together, and then looked at each other. Wolf then scrambled to his feet and smashed the window pane with the butt of his rifle, and the deputy platoon commander threw the grenade into the house almost the moment the window glass shattered.

Sure enough, there were exclamations from the house, and gunshots, bullets shattered the remaining glass on the windows, and then the explosion occurred.

Before the sound of the explosion had died down, Wolf turned to the other side, kicked the door open, and without looking inside, he fired first with his machine gun.

While Wolf was firing, the deputy platoon commander led the other two men into the house from his side, ran two steps to the side of his firing line, quickly checked the space on both sides of the gate, and then half-knelt on the ground and aimed his weapons in the direction of the passage.

Wolf stopped firing and stepped through the door, charging straight up the stairs just across from the gate, aiming his gun at the top of the stairs. At the same time, the deputy platoon commander also raised his gun to maintain an aiming posture and trotted forward, and after passing Wolf, he occupied the corner of the living room on the side of the staircase, and the muzzle of the gun blocked the passage to the inner room.

Then the soldier guarding the door began to move, and he came to the man in the Russian military uniform who had collapsed in the living room and put his hand to his neck.

"Dead."

At the same time as the report was heard, the German soldiers rushed into the room and quickly dispersed, beginning to search house by house.

Wolf was tapped on the shoulder and began to climb to the second floor.

The second floor was covered with dust, and the crumbling roof blocked the way to the machine gun room, and Wolf led the men to search the remaining rooms, only to find only a few Russian soldiers killed by grenades.

"Looks like he's only eighteen." Wolf looked at the corpse, "The military uniform doesn't fit, and there is no Wen Jiàn on the body that can prove that it belongs, how do I think these are not Russian troops?" ”

As soon as Wolf's voice fell, the deputy platoon commander appeared in front of him: "Foot Zhan has entered the village, the other houses in the village have been searched, and a resident who understands German has been found, do you want to talk to him?" ”

"Okay." Wolf stood up, slung the machine gun over his shoulder, and followed the deputy platoon commander downstairs, out of the gate and into the courtyard attached to the mansion.

"Are the children still alive?" The Russian, who was brought into the courtyard, opened his mouth and asked.

"No, they should all be dead." Wolf blinked, "Aren't they really Russian troops?" ”

"No, the troops stationed in our village have long since run away, they only evacuated with small arms with them, and they didn't bring the machine guns because they thought they were too in the way, so a few young people in our village decided to resist your attack here......" said the Russians with a sad face, "they are just a bunch of ignorant children......

"I think it's because they're children that you, as adults, should dissuade them more." Wolf was not at all affected by the grief of the Russians, "It is not good for you to allow our army to take up arms even though they know that they are strong." ”

After saying that, Wolf waved his hand: "What about their parents?" Let me come and get the body. ”

Wolf paused, then added: "Remember to take off the uniforms of these little fools and change them into normal clothes, so that you can report to the political work department that you were killed by a grenade, and they may give the deceased's family some canned food or something." ”