On the outer wall of a small train station, a German soldier cautiously poked his head out, and he saw that the Soviet soldier on the other side was also cautiously looking in his direction, and the distance between the two men was not too far, so they retracted their heads almost at the same time.

Observing the situation of the enemy on the battlefield is a very fatal thing, so everyone is very cautious. Just behind the German soldier who retracted his head, a machine gun team of two German gunners had mounted the MG42 machine gun in their hands on an overturned carriage. With straw and a collapsed wall, you can have a good angle for shooting.

Farther away, a dozen German soldiers had pointed their Mauser 98K rifles at their enemies, relying on the weeds and rubble scattered here and there as cover, and their movements seemed to attract little attention from the enemy. The infantry was almost ready, and the battle could break out at any moment.

"What do you see?" said the platoon commander, who was helping the machine gun team carry the ammunition box, as he put the ammunition box at his feet, and asked the soldier who had just been in charge of the reconnaissance. He needs to understand the situation on the other side, so that he can make the right judgment as much as possible in the chaotic situation for a while.

The soldier pointed to a certain part of the outer wall and replied: "They were in this direction, and there were bunkers with sandbags in this direction, and I saw a Maxim heavy machine gun, and then I was discovered, so I had to retract." ”

"It's crossfire, and the focus of their defense is on the north ......" The platoon commander nodded, and from this little bit of information, he analyzed the basic defense situation of the Soviets.

It was impossible for them to focus their defense on the west, since on the Baku Plain, the approach of German armored forces from the north had already been confirmed. Therefore, this Soviet defense force, even if it had heavier firepower, should be placed in the northward direction.

Of course, the war has reached this point, and if the Soviets had not learned to arrange machine-gun cover on the flanks of their positions, they would have died on the battlefield in front of them. Therefore, the platoon commander easily judged that this machine-gun position was a flank line covering the frontal defense line, and was not the main position of the Soviets in the entire small station.

"There are at least 100 people, and now it's a problem, we only have 75 unlucky people on our side. The platoon commander smiled wryly, and then hastily sketched out the location of the Soviets' position on a blank piece of paper. Then he handed the paper to the soldier who had just been in charge of the reconnaissance, and said softly: "Send this paper to the company headquarters, and the others will prepare to attack." ”

The battlefield has the rules of the battlefield, and every time the person in charge of reconnaissance is assigned some relatively safe communication tasks after the war, which is the basic means of leading troops of grassroots commanders: distribute tasks as fairly as possible. Then the next time it's a different person, and so on and so on.

Of course, most commanders like to let the recruits perform some dangerous tasks when they are recruited, which is a kind of preferential treatment for veterans, and it is an unspoken rule on the battlefield - this is another reason for the high casualty rate of recruits, after all, veterans are more valuable in a sense.

"Prepare for the attack! Everyone get their ammunition in order!" The platoon commander assigned the covering group and the attacking troops for a while, and began to check the ammunition for their weapons.

In appearance, this German unit was basically indistinguishable from the beggars on the streets of Berlin, some of them wore camouflage smocks with holes in them, others wore Wehrmacht autumn coats with worn cuffs, most of them wore tactical vests, and a few wore primitive belts.

Just now the company gave the order to attack, because not far away, the German tank units had already begun a frontal offensive. They wanted to disrupt the Soviet position from the flank, so as to reduce the pressure on the armored forces. Most of these soldiers were still recruits who didn't know anything when the Crimea went into battle, but after a few months of fighting, they are now considered qualified battlefield elites.

The gunfire on the frontal battlefield had already sounded, and on the Soviet position, a concealed self-propelled anti-tank gun opened fire suddenly, and the huge explosion made the German soldiers behind the outer wall all involuntarily lower their bodies. Everything they knew was in front of them again, and all the chaos and destruction here was a rhythm they were familiar with.

"3, 2, 1 attack!" the platoon commander shouted the slogan of attack, and the MG42 machine gun over there began to spray tongues of fire. Bullets swept through the weeds in the rubble, knocking the leaves of the grass into the air. Tracer bullets flew out of the grass to the other side of several railroad tracks, hitting the piles of sandbags with a popping sound.

The Soviets had just found themselves flanked by German troops, and they had made all the preparations they could, hoping to suppress the threat from the flanks on their own. So a second after the Germans opened fire, the Soviet troops, who were ready, also began to return fire fiercely.

The Maxim heavy machine gun seems to be inferior to the MG42 machine gun equipped by Germany in terms of movement ability and instantaneous rate of fire, but it is a classic heavy machine gun after all, and it is indeed superior to the MG42 machine gun in terms of shooting stability and persistence. But compared to the density of fire from other weapons, the Soviet side did not have the slightest advantage.

Although the Bobosha submachine gun is good, it is preferentially supplied to the Moscow and Kursk fronts, and there is really no large-scale equipment on the Baku side. An occasional submachine gun could not change the balance of power between the two sides in terms of firepower. And the Mosin Nagant rifle can only be regarded as half a pound and eight taels compared to the Mauser 98K.

Unfortunately, the Germans were armed with a large number of MP-44 assault rifles and G43 semi-automatic rifles, which could not be offset by the Soviet Union's vitality and density. So although the Germans did not have an advantage in heavy machine-gun fire on fixed positions, in other respects the Germans had a very obvious advantage.

In an instant, there were significantly more bullets fired from the German positions than on the Soviet side. Several German soldiers tried to storm the train station through a gap in the outer wall, one soldier was hit and fell to the ground, but the rest succeeded. They opened a breakthrough and allowed the Germans to effectively deploy their attack formation.

"Ammunition!" shouted to the friendly troops behind him as the co-shooter unwound the last box of ammunition next to him, then pulled out the chain inside and pressed it into the body of the MG42 machine gun.

A recruit with a Mauser rifle on his back carried an ammunition box and ran quickly behind the overturned wagon to deliver the ammunition to the machine-gun cover position, which was in dire need of replenishment. Bullets are flying everywhere, and this kind of running is actually not safe, but in a place like the battlefield, the so-called safety may be the most unattainable.

"Thank you!" the co-shooter shouted to the recruit behind him before he could pull the bullet into the machine gun more smoothly with both hands on the chain.

"No thanks!" the recruit replied subconsciously, and then he was hit in the face by a flying bullet, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and before he could even struggle, there was no more sound.

The secondary shooter seemed to sense something, and when he turned around to see the recruit who had just fallen to the ground, he shrunk his neck and slowly straightened his head. There is no pity or sympathy, because this kind of thing happens every day, and if there are still people in this kind of place who are sentimental, then that is really asking for trouble.

"Company commander, why are you here?" Leaning against a ditch behind the low wall, the platoon commander, who had just run out of ammunition in the chamber and was reloading the G43 automatic rifle in his hand, saw the commander leaning over with the radio. He didn't stop what he was doing, and asked as he loaded.

"The frontal tank attack was blocked, the Soviets hid a large-caliber anti-tank gun here, possibly a self-propelled anti-tank gun, anyway one of our Leopard tanks was destroyed, and all attacks were forced to stop. The company commander held his steel helmet with one hand and his body with the other, and said: "The order from the battalion headquarters is for us to find the artillery and provide its corresponding position." ”

"Behind that building! We can't see what the equipment is, but we can hear it firing!" The platoon commander pointed to the building on the other side of the small station in the distance from the crack in the collapsed wall, and reported to his company commander, "It's loud, it's louder than the 76 mm caliber anti-tank gun." ”

"Okay, I see it. The company commander retracted his head, and he didn't want to put his head in a dangerous crevice in a low wall in such a chaotic situation. No one does not value their lives, even on the battlefield where they could die at any moment.

"Hey, I'm Arthur...... A company of Arthur! The gun was behind the red building, behind the red brick building. Yes, we can't see it here, but we can hear it from the voice, it's right behind the building!" Then the company commander grabbed the phone and loudly reported the battlefield situation that could be obtained here.

"Boom!" a shell flew from the German frontal position, and it hit the top edge of the roof of the red building, half of the roof of the building and the corners of the wall were blown down, and rubble and glass were splattered everywhere. A strong tremor could be felt from far away from the German position, and all the German soldiers squinted their eyes and held on to the steel helmets above their heads.