"Heavy man! Where is the machine gunner? Hurry up and suppress the fire, they are rushing again! "In a town full of ruins, Licorice lay behind a pile of rubble formed by the collapse of houses, shouting for support.

"Medic! Someone got shot here! What about the medics? A soldier from behind another bunker shouted as he dragged a bloodied soldier.

"What do you say! You're looking for a medic? Oh, I'll look for you, he's been blown up everywhere! A bearded squad member behind the bunker said loudly.

"What? They actually killed the doctor? Damn it! Behind the bunker, a soldier who could not raise his head and was suppressed by the fire shouted angrily.

"Come on, we've killed their medics too, oh, see that, it's just cold!" The bearded squad leader pointed to a place on the side of the road, where a soldier wearing a French military uniform with a medical armband on his arm was lying motionless, and there were more than a dozen French soldiers lying around him, their blood accumulating into a small puddle there, exuding a strong smell of blood, and even the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield could not hide the pungent smell.

Licorice poked out his head and knocked over an enemy with another shot, and then glanced in the direction that the bearded man was pointing at just now, and after retracting into the bunker in the sound of bullets breaking through the air, he recalled the scene just now, a German medic braved the rain of bullets and rushed to the front line to rescue a friendly soldier who was shot and fell to the ground, and when he was stopping the soldier's bleeding, an enemy tank bombarded here, and the high-explosive shell caused a violent explosion, and a huge crater was blown out of the ground, and the medic and the wounded soldier, There are also two soldiers who crawled over to help were blown up into the sky together, their fragments were scattered with shrapnel and dust, medical soldiers are very important, this is very clear to the soldiers on both sides, because on the battlefield, injury is equal to death, only medical soldiers can treat you, reduce the mortality rate on both sides, and even the war treaty has clear provisions prohibiting soldiers on both sides from shooting medical soldiers, of course, a treaty is a treaty, and it is always people who carry it out, and on the battlefield where both sides kill red eyes, a treaty is a thing, It's too far away from the soldiers, and now that they have entered the general war, even civilians are the targets that can be attacked, not to mention the medical soldiers, although this war is about logistics, it is soldiers, and some of the soldiers saved by the medical soldiers are completely of no help to the overall situation, but for every soldier on the battlefield, every time the medical soldier saves a person, he will have to face an experienced veteran in the future, and not to mention the future, just say that now, you just killed my brother, and I finally found an opportunity to knock you down, When you live again, will I not be angry?

After the medical soldier was killed, the sharpshooter on Licorice's side also shot quickly, hitting the enemy's medical soldier with a shot, but deliberately avoided the vital point, the French medical soldier fell to the ground and lost his ability to move, and the French soldiers who deeply understood the importance of doctors ran up one by one and tried to drag them back to the bunker, and then were shot by Licorice and other sharpshooters one by one, this trick is not uncommon for snipers, and it can be said that it is a tactic that is often used.

Several sharpshooters sniped at one target at the same time, and when the enemy tanks could not come to their aid, there was no solution, until the last enemy who dared to take the lead was shot, and they gave up, and no one dared to come forward.

"A machine gun squad has been transferred from behind, but we're running out of ammunition!" A squad leader ran from the rear, quickly shuttling between various bunkers along the way, shifting, dodging bullets, and the battlefield experience was unusual.

"Suddenly~~~Suddenly~~~~Suddenly~~~" The machine gun squad that had just been transferred set up a heavy machine gun behind a bunker and began to fire back, a large number of bullets were dumped on the French position, bullets were fired on the walls and sandbags, splashing a large number of cement fragments and dust, the cement wall was punched out of holes, just now the French soldiers who came out of the bunker and kept shooting at the licorice were killed a few people and quickly shrank back, suppressed by the fierce fire of the heavy machine guns and did not dare to raise their heads, The dull sound of machine guns interrupted Licorice's memories.

"How much longer can we hold out?" Licorice asked with a tired face, the Great German Infantry Regiment has been fighting continuously for a long, long time, since the beginning of the war, it has marched all the way here, and there have been so many battles on the road, and there are street battles like meat grinders here.

"I'm afraid we won't last long, and when I just went back to ask for help, there were voices asking for help everywhere! The armored regiment of the 10th Panzer Division here has been scrapped! The squad leader who had just arrived hid behind the bunker and covered the steel helmet above his head and said loudly, they were not afraid of being heard by the enemy on the opposite side, because this information had no value at all.

"Hey! The 8th Panzer Regiment of the 10th Panzer Division, I followed them in the early hours of the morning and witnessed with my own eyes that the tank of their regiment commander was sent to God with a shell, and they were the first to die in the battle. Licorice spoke out loud what she had seen in the morning.

"No wonder our tanks have been suppressed, it turns out that their commander was killed just after the start of the battle, what a sad story." The bearded squad leader said with a look of sudden realization, but no, the armored forces are not powerful, and the unlucky ones are all infantry, and the feeling of being suppressed by the tank throughout the whole process is really worse than death.

Not far away, another tank drove out of the enemy position, and with the roar of the engine, it gradually approached the position that Licorice was holding onto.

"I think it's time for us to withdraw, they're coming to tank support again, we don't have support behind us!" The squad leader who had just arrived to support said.

"Retreat!" The bearded squad leader shouted.

The soldiers of the German Große Infantry Regiment, under the cover of heavy machine guns, began to return fire and retreat, all the way to the center of the town, and began to build a defensive line again.

"Heavy fire suppression! Anti-tank guns aim at those B1 tanks and fire! Lieutenant Colonel Adrian Schroeder's face was covered with dust and sweat, and his originally clean and neat military uniform was covered with dust and dirt, and he was hoarsely commanding the field.

The French attacked fiercely, and they made up their minds to retake this strategic location, with large numbers of infantry advancing with tanks, and the exhausted Germans retreating.

In a bomb crater, licorice is lying on the charred ground tightly, the bunker that has just been hidden was destroyed by the tank with the main gun, and can only find a nearby bunker to hide, the charred soil makes the military uniform of the Gan grass already full of sweat and dirt even dirtier, and there is a strong smell of gunpowder, licorice lying in the crater, holding a gun in one hand, rummaging in the pocket of the military uniform with the other hand that has been pitch black, In the end, only six 7.92 bullets were found, plus the two remaining rounds in the gun, there were only eight bullets in total, this battle can really be said to be to the point of running out of ammunition, although ammunition supplies can be found everywhere on the corpses of friendly soldiers outside, but in this battlefield where bullets are flying in the sky, you don't need to take the initiative to look for it, and soon there will be bullets to find you.

Put the remaining bullet back in his pocket, turned over, lay on his side on the ground, took out the kettle and gently unscrewed the lid and took a sip, but only a few drops of water flowed into his mouth along the spout of the kettle, moistening his already dry throat a little, licorice sipped his chapped lips dissatisfiedly, there was no water.

"Boom~~~" As the position of another machine gun squad was hit by a shell and exploded into the sky, the deputy machine gunner who was lucky to survive covered the pupils of his right arm that was blown off, and his face was pale and crying in pain, and he was in shock and fell into a coma in the rescue of other team members.

"Retreat!" With orders from their superiors, the exhausted soldiers gradually withdrew from the town, which had become hell. After such a fierce battle, the time from the first time the Germans began to attack the town to the current exit from the town, it was only eight hours.

When the soldiers all withdrew from the town, the retaliatory bombardment began, first calling in Stuka dive bombers to carry out an air raid on the town, followed by a continuous heavy artillery bombardment, this time much more powerful than the bombardment before the early morning attack, and the whole town was completely unable to find any intact buildings.

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(PS: I added a fairly large author group the night before yesterday.,As a result, someone asked me to go to another website to publish a book.,I thought about it for a while and refused.,I think it's pointless for a newcomer to think so much.,It's enough at the starting point.,As a result, I was kicked out of the group by the administrator.,Tragedy,Isn't that the starting point group?) The other people inside seem to be very enthusiastic.,I chatted with them for a few words and then changed the group business card when I found that I couldn't change it.,It's useless to change it several times in a row.,I'm going to send a message to ask.,At this time, I found out that I was kicked.。 ）