Qinghe Fort.

In a modest dwelling, Karl looked slightly haggard, leaning against the battle-scorched dark walls.

It's the fourth day of street fighting!

He and his men were basically at their limit.

Ammunition is running out, food is scarce, medicine is scarce, and a series of other ills surround the desperate Karl and his men.

"Captain, as of today, we have only 76 fighters (including the Stalingrad Chargers)!"

It was a dark-looking eagle-eyed sentry who spoke.

Days of high-intensity fighting have wiped out the light in the eyes of every Eagle Eye sentry.

"Keep it up!"

"Reinforcements will arrive!"

With his back against the wall, Carl repeated words that were not new.

Hearing this, the eagle-eyed sentry guard looked bitter, and said dryly: "Yes!" ”

At the beginning of the street fighting, Karl told them that reinforcements would arrive soon, but now four days later, they didn't even see the hair of the reinforcements.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

While the two were talking, a deafening roar of artillery fire rang out outside the house.

The pungent smell of sulfur seeped through the gaps in the room, into the nostrils of every warrior.

Karl, who heard the sound of artillery fire, stood up from the ground at once, and his originally haggard face was already full of energy in a blink of an eye.

He looked around the room and said, "Prepare for battle, the enemy is touching again!" ”

Before each attack, Ye Hao would plow the attacking area with artillery fire to reduce the battle damage as much as possible.

"Yes!"

The 76 soldiers who could still move in the room, although their bodies and minds were close to the limit, at the moment the order was given, they still quickly got up, checked their equipment, and then prepared to plunge into the next battle.

The body will get tired, but loyalty will not!

………………

At the same time, outside the Qinghe Fort.

A large number of Yongding soldiers with nervous expressions and vigilant eyes cautiously and slowly entered Qinghe Fort.

Within four days, this small fortress, which had not been known until then, devoured nearly five hundred of their comrades.

"Tread, tread, stride!"

After stepping into the main street of the fort, the Yongding soldiers became more and more vigilant, and their eyes kept scanning the low houses around the street.

In their eyes, the low, dilapidated houses are more terrible than the ferocious tigers.

"Click!"

By the window of a civilian house, a Stalingrad stormtrooper unhooked his machine gun and aimed it at Sergeant Yongding, who was located on the main street.

"Die!"

With the stormtrooper's frenzied roar, the silence was shattered!

The Yongding soldier, who was always nervous, quickly turned around to search for the direction from which the voice came from.

"Da, da, da!"

At this moment, a dense barrage of bullets swooped down on them.

"Poof, poof, poof!"

For a moment, blood flashed and bullets whistled.

Caught off guard, dozens of Yongding soldiers were swept down on the spot, and then they would sleep forever in this small fort.

"He's there!"

It was only at this time that the Yongding soldiers woke up from a dream, some of them pointed in the direction from which the guns came and shouted, some of them lay down nearby and chose to take cover, and some raised their guns and fired indiscriminately around.

The scene was chaotic to the extreme!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The hut where the Charger had taken refuge had been almost turned into a hornet's nest, and a few of the bullets were just a few bullets away from sending the Charger back home.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

The stormtrooper who pressed his head under the window frame panted with great excitement.

I'm alive again!

"Poof!"

But at this moment, a round thing shot in from outside the house.

The white smoke swirled over the burning lead, and at that moment the stormtrooper's brain exploded, and his hair exploded.

"God!"

As he spoke, a thud rang out from beside him.

The room was shaken by the impact contained in the grenade, and as for the stormtrooper, he was directly torn apart by the sharp fragments in the grenade.

The last vestiges of time are a ruined machine gun and a corpse covered in blood.

Similar to what happened just now, it was constantly staged in Qinghe Fort.

This is street fighting, which is more brutal than positional fighting.

For the attacking side, every room in this fortress may be a beast that will burst out at any time and hurt people, and the psychological pressure it will have to endure can be imagined.

For the side guarding, once the shot is exposed, it is basically equivalent to death.

Street fighting is a catastrophe for both the offensive and defensive sides.

More than an hour later, night fell.

But the war does not choose to rest because of the visit at night!

In this little or so hour, the Yongding soldiers managed to control nearly four-fifths of the land in the fort, at the cost of nearly 300 corpses they had left behind along the way.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are stepping on the corpses of their own companions.

Inside the original Qinghe Fort Mansion.

Carl is ready for his fateful day.

If nothing else, he would have died here today, resting forever in this ruined fortress, just like his comrades who had died a few days before.

Karl looked calm, his hands clenching the cold firearm.

At this moment, there were 36 warriors standing beside him, all of whom looked tired and had chapped lips.

The Karl department has a full strength of 132 people, and there are less than 40 people so far, and more than two-thirds of the number of personnel has been reduced.

At this moment, outside the castle lord's mansion.

Ye Hao, who was shouldering the lieutenant colonel's epaulettes, looked at the last nail with a gloomy expression.

Before the war, he could never have imagined that a mere hundred people could force him to this point.

To be honest, Ye Hao is now afraid of fighting in the streets.

"Lieutenant Colonel, the heavy artillery company is already in place, whether to attack or not!"

The speaker was a staff officer in the army, in charge of the heavy artillery company of the 2nd Regiment.

The reason why there is a staff officer in charge of the heavy artillery company is entirely because in the street battle a few days ago, the chief and deputy company commanders of the heavy artillery company were served in a pot.

"me!"

"Lao Tzu can't do it today, I must let this group of outlaws die without a corpse!"

Ye Hao's expression was gloomy, and his tone was fierce.

The fierce street fighting drained his good temper and patience.

"Yes!"

The staff officer in charge of the heavy artillery company nodded heavily, and was about to go to the heavy artillery position to convey Ye Hao's order, when a deafening sound of artillery bombardment suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The cannon roared and the dust rolled.

"What's going on?"

"Who told them to fire?"

Ye Hao's face was not good, and his tone was cold.

Dare to open fire without an order, this is to go to a court-martial!