Because of the ammunition pipe, the German troops fortified on the forest line frantically poured fire on the Russian army.

The Russian units were brought down in pieces, and soon the first round of attacks was repulsed.

The moment Hans saw the Russian army turn around and flee, he stood up and shouted: "Stop shooting!" Stop shooting! Save the bullets! ”

After all the shooting stopped, Wolf asked with some dissatisfaction: "Why stop, we still have bullets, and we can continue to kill and injure the retreating Russian troops." ”

"We still have a lot of bullets, but maybe we have to stay here for a day today, and we won't be able to survive the night if we continue to fight." Hans looked worried, "Judging from the scale of the impact of the Russian army, they have more troops than when we were attacked yesterday, what the hell is going on, we have obviously killed and wounded so many Russian troops yesterday." ”

"I don't know." Wolf shrugged.

At this time, the Russian position opened fire, and the two people immediately reflexively lay on the chest wall, only to find that the Russian army's firepower was directed towards the Russian soldiers who were running backwards, and it was estimated that the machine gun ruler was set at a position of 300 meters, and it could not hit the German defense line at all.

Wolfe, who relaxed, poked his head out and watched the Russians take down their compatriots in rows.

"Good boy, this is terrible, doesn't it mean that the Overseer won't shoot when the whole line collapses?"

To Wolff's question, Hans just shrugged.

**

Lying in the middle of the battlefield, James watched the masterpiece of the Russian Warlord more closely.

"Oh my God." James felt that his three views had been completely refreshed, he had heard the old men who participated in the last war say that the Russian army on the Eastern Front often wasted troops in a very luxurious way, and his impression of this "luxury" at that time was just to ignore casualties and the like, and now he finally realized what the old people meant by "luxury".

It is no wonder that the Eastern Front battlefield had only been fought for half a year, and the Eastern Front Corps of Hindenburg and Ludendorff had already wiped out more than 3 million Russian troops, and I don't know how many of them were done by the Russians themselves.

James turned his face away, and couldn't bear to look at this unjustified slaughter again.

After a few moments, the gunfire behind him stopped, and then the gunfire rang out again. James looked at the forest line in front of him, watching the shells explode one after another at the edge of the woods, he was suddenly a little glad that he had been left behind, at least he was lying in this position relatively safely - the attention of the attacking Russian troops was on the German defense line in front, and they had no time to pay attention to his "dead body".

James estimated that the shelling had been going on for another twenty minutes, and as the sound of the artillery had thinned out, he saw the Russian skirmishers set off again.

This time, the second line of skirmishers was made up of the second line of skirmishers, the Russians in black fur hats, who walked with firm steps, without shouting or singing, towards the German line, with a standard-bearer walking in the middle of their straggler, holding aloft a flag marked by a double-headed eagle.

James stared at the flag, almost forgetting to play dead.

Just like the last time, the Russians unwittingly passed James and strode towards the German fire.

James closed his eyes, he felt that he had seen enough of such killings, and that this almost out-of-the-way position now allowed him to look at the qiē that was happening in a completely different way than he had done before—and the brutal nature of war became clearer when the thrill of killing and the tension of dancing with death had faded.

"Go to Nima's War." James muttered quietly.

At this time, the jagged sound of Ula made him can't help but open his eyes, and then sure enough, he saw the German machine guns slaughtering the Russian skirmishers.

However, James immediately noticed that the German machine gun fire was much more restrained than just now, and although it sounded like the number of machine guns firing had not decreased, the fire was much less fierce than before.

James wondered about the mystery behind this, but then he suddenly found that the Russians in black fur hats were advancing under machine gun fire.

They didn't lie down, they didn't stop, they just let the machine guns sweep them down one by one.

After advancing almost a hundred meters from the German position, the black fur hats finally lay down, and then James heard Mosin Nagant's platoon of gunfire, and a moment later Maxine's fire rang out - James quickly found the Maxine, which was less than a hundred and fifty meters from the German position.

", how did it get up?" James muttered, quietly raising his head a little, observing the machine gun that was not too far away from him, and saw that it was a Maxine with wheels and guards, which were just enough to block the shooter and the secondary shooter.

Did the Russians drag that thing along with the skirmishers to get here?

James looked down at the dirt beneath him, rejecting the idea, for it was too difficult to drag Maxine with a guard and a water-cooled bucket on the soft and damp soil of the Polish plains at the beginning of spring.

So the situation developed into a confrontation between the German army and the Russian army, but the German army, which had fortifications and better weapons, was obviously superior, and James could feel that the Russian firepower was weakening.

But that Maxine kept shooting.

At the same time, James found out that the next wave of the Russians had already set off.

This time it was all the Russians in black hats, and they were also carrying a red double-headed eagle flag. James wanted to take a closer look at the difference between the flag and the side of the group of men who had already taken root in front of the German position, but suddenly found that in the third row of stragglers, there was a Russian soldier carrying a Maxine - he did not share the weight of the machine gun and gun carriage with the secondary shooter, but carried Maxine on his shoulder alone.

James was shocked, and said that these Russians are all bears?

**

On the other side, on the German position, Wolf's hand was painted. A bullet grazed his machine gun and killed his left little thumb.

"Damn!" Wolf shouted, and the whole man retreated into the trench, grinning at his left hand.

The little finger was completely broken, and there was still a little bit of skin left, which was broken and connected to the hand. Looking at his bare bones, Wolf suddenly had a strong feeling of vomiting, he had seen many corpses beyond recognition before, but when it was his turn, he couldn't get used to it.

Strangely, he didn't feel pain. I heard from veterans that there are often cases on the battlefield where they don't feel anything abnormal when they fight, and only after the battle do they realize that they have hung up their colors -- of course, this situation is usually a minor injury that does not affect the battle. Wolf didn't quite believe it when the veterans said it, but now it seems likely to be true.

Wolf hesitated at the wound for a few seconds, then took out his dagger, gritted his teeth and cut off the last bit of skin that was still attached, then took out a small bag of sulfonamide from the medical bag he carried, tore open the paper bag with his teeth, sprinkled sulfonamide powder on the wound, and then pulled out the bandage and wrapped the wound casually.

He poked his head out again and picked up his machine gun, at which point he noticed that the number of Maxines firing at the German positions had increased to two.

The Russian Maxine could not suppress the machine guns of the armored vehicles, so all the fire fell on machine gunners like Wolf, and when Wolf was dumb fire, the other machine gunner probably took tons of fire.

Wolf admired that buddy a little, the enemy suppressed him so fiercely, he could still continue to shoot, this nerve was unusually thick.

People who have never been on the battlefield are difficult to understand how great the test of human psychological endurance is by machine gun fire suppression, even if all the bullets are more than a meter away from you, the sound of the bullets and the swishing sound of bullets piercing the air will make ordinary people frightened.

Recruits with no experience in warfare will be intimidated by a basic machine gun, especially if someone is killed next to them.

Therefore, machine gun fire has always been secondary to killing and wounding the enemy -- in fact, in terms of killing and wounding the enemy, artillery has always been better at killing and wounding the enemy, and in the first battle of the two time and space, the number of people killed and wounded by artillery far exceeded those killed and wounded by machine guns. The key to the machine gun is that it can destroy the opponent's desire to move more directly and effectively, it does not require complex observation and ballistic calculations, and the effect is very fast, even a rookie machine gunner can quickly suppress a group of veterans.

Similarly, even the machine gunner hiding in the fortifications had to undergo a severe test in the face of the enemy's machine gun fire, and the gunner's buddy actually calmly fired under the crossfire of two Maxine, which naturally made Wolf very admired.

He was ready to rejoin the fray and give the Russians a little color.

Then he realized that the bullet had not only destroyed his little thumb, but also his machine gun.

", that's unlucky." Wolf slapped the bolt hard, looking annoyed.

At this time, a fresh face next to him said: "You should be glad that it is a man, as long as it is a little off, this bullet will hit your eye socket, and you will ...... at that time."

A bullet directly interrupted the raw face, and his whole body fell backwards, leaning against the back edge of the trench, blood gushing out of the bullet hole in his face like a spring.

"Damn!" Wolf cursed, but he immediately picked up the assault rifle of the dead hapless man and began to shoot at the Russians.

Wolf thought as he opened fire, fortunately the Russians couldn't do anything with the armored car.

At this moment, he heard someone shouting: "The Russians are pushing the rifle artillery to the front!" ”

Wolf chuckled in his heart, and he hurried to find the location of the rifling, and sure enough, he saw a group of black fur hats pushing a cannon forward.

He heard Hans's order: "Machine guns are aimed at Russian rifle guns!" Gather fire and shoot! ”

The range of machine gun fire of armored vehicles is limited, and the shooter can not aim and shoot accurately, he can only roughly judge the landing point through guò tracer bullets, and it is okay to use medium and close range to deal with cluster targets and suppress the enemy, if you want to use machine guns to kill and injure an artillery group at such a long distance, then you can only let the infantry machine gunners come.

The other gunman buddy immediately turned the fire, and Wolf also set the scale of the assault rifle in his hand to the farthest and began to fire at the rifle.

The Russians immediately dispersed, leaving only a few gunners to hide behind the shields of the infantry guns and continue to push the artillery forward.

Wolf began to feel that something might not be right, and he began to wonder if the gang would be able to hold out until dark.