The MG42 machine gun's unique barrel sleeve was pressed against the window of a building opposite, and the cold eyes of the German shooter were filled with endless danger and unknown fear.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German soldier pulled the trigger on the window, and the dense bullets entered the dark room, leaving a row of bullet holes in the wall of the building as the barrel moved laterally, and then into another window. White dust rises slowly and leisurely on the exterior walls of the building.

The German machine gunners and sub-shooters retreated from the firing positions, and the ubiquitous Soviet snipers left an infinite shadow on their hearts, so that the German machine gunners never dared to stay in one place for too long. The two men quickly retreated from the ruins, carrying their weapons and jumping into the trenches behind the ruins, bringing a cloud of smoke behind them.

"I don't know if it's civilians or Soviet soldiers inside, but I could vaguely see movement inside, so I opened fire. Holding on to his steel helmet, the German shooter told his commander why he was firing, and every movement here provoked a fierce shootout, because no one wanted to confirm it before firing - often only a second later, and a dense stream of bullets would fly from the opposite side.

"Leave the rest to the special forces guys! "After such a long battle, both sides seem to have entered a period of relative exhaustion, and if it had been in the past, this level of machine-gun fire would have been met with a counterattack from the Soviet defenders, but now, after the Germans had finished fighting, the Soviets did not fire back for a long time. Seeing that the other party was silent until now, the platoon commander on the German position said helplessly.

Some of the German special forces detachments showed extremely high tactical value in this kind of urban warfare, and when combined with accurate intelligence resources, these units could often make a local record that the Soviets hated, and they often hit and left, not giving the Soviets a chance to counterattack at all.

Since the German army began to set the tone of the war of attrition based on siege and supplemented by attack in the Battle of Moscow, the German army began to regard Moscow as the most realistic training base, and let its troops rotate here, using the Soviet army as a training opponent to carry out warm-up training tasks. And during the siege, it was dominated by small special forces assaults.

Since it had been decided that the offensive was not the task now, the platoon commander did not say anything more after checking his defensive position and making sure that everything was foolproof. He looked back in the distant direction behind him, and two streets behind the building was a makeshift open-air cafeteria. Soldiers from two nearby regiments can go there for a warm meal if they are not stationed at the front line, which is a very celebratory thing for every soldier who fights on the front line.

"Let the soldiers of the 1st squad go to the canteen to eat, the Soviets have not launched a counterattack for half a month. The platoon commander walked to the defensive position of the 2nd squad and said to the 2nd squad leader who was following him: "Let your men go to their positions and replace them." At dinner, they will take over from your people, and they will all go and eat something hot, which is good for the stomach. ”

So the platoon commander carried his rifle on his back and led the 7 soldiers of the 1st squad along the side of the street, slowly walking through the street behind him and walking in the direction of the canteen. He saw some German soldiers sitting against the wall under the eaves on the side of the road, the reserve of another infantry regiment, leaning against the wall at this time and doing nothing.

"Did you hear that? There was a big man in the rear, and he was wearing a different Iron Cross than the Knight's Iron Cross. A German company commander with a rifle walked up to the platoon commander, who had just come down from the front line, and asked as he handed a cigarette. It was not that the company commander was hospitable, but because the company commander and the platoon commander were neighbors, and the young company commander, who had been trained in the Wehrmacht, called the middle-aged platoon commander "uncle".

"Oh, those guys in night clothes, here you go again?" the platoon commander was not polite, took the cigarette handed by his neighbor's child, lit it, and asked rhetorically.

"Well, I heard that this time it was a lieutenant colonel who led the team, and they were all interns in the school. They all seem to be very energetic, and the cadets in that school are all elites selected from various units. The company commander said helplessly as he watched his neighbor uncle take the cigarette from his pocket as he watched his neighbor uncle.

The two men walked along the street towards the canteen, and at the dining table in the cafeteria, a young officer in a decent German colonel uniform was trying to pluck the "canned beef" on the plate with a fork.

"It was so unpalatable, and every time I thought about it when I was on the front line, I was still looking forward to eating this kind of thing, and I felt that I was really good at that time. The young lieutenant colonel complained as he struggled to deal with something resembling a piece of flesh.

On his side, a female officer with short hair laughed, causing some of the front-line infantry around him to raise their heads and look at a group of fresh faces eating here: "Hahahaha." I said Lieutenant Colonel Wren, if you really find this thing unpalatable, you should write a report to your superiors instead of complaining here. ”

Wren touched his nose helplessly, he and Alice had done well in the takeover of Italy, but they were rejected for promotion because they were too young, and in the end they got a valuable bonus and a house on the outskirts of Berlin.

This time, they were ordered to bring two detachments of German special forces cadets to Moscow to adapt to the training of urban street fighting. Although they are two new cadet detachments, under the training and training of Rennes, the combat effectiveness of these two detachments is not ordinarily strong. Each of these so-called new trainees is a veteran who has killed people on the battlefield, and in the process of learning, each of them must master a professional skill of cooperative combat.

"I heard that some departments are calling up volunteers to go to the Far East...... I think the Führer is very interested in Japan. I heard that an engineering unit was maintaining the Trans-Siberian Railway, and the Intelligence Section was also actively building a Far Eastern intelligence subdivision. Wren finally gave up on the whole piece of uncooked tendon and stuffed it all into his mouth, chewing it all indiscriminately.

"Yes, the paratroopers and the special forces Viper Brigade have entered a state of combat readiness, and it seems that there is no way to avoid the operation against Japan...... I heard that the Air Force has already started fighting, and it has won good results...... "Alice has also heard a lot of things, these arrangements for the Far East are not a secret in the German high-level, and even a large number of logistics departments are preparing for reinforcements in the Far East, and the advertisements for recruiting volunteers have almost been distributed to the front-line combat units.

Wren nodded and looked at Alice with a hint of appreciation: "Captain Alice, I heard that the officer went to the Far East to provide a car and a 20-month allowance, are you interested in signing up?"

"Forget it, Lieutenant Colonel ......" The commander of the special forces detachment who was eating at the same table, a stout lieutenant looked at Wren while swallowing something and smiled evilly: "If you want to go, Captain Alice won't let you go on an adventure;

The captain of the other detachment nodded: "Lieutenant colonel, your war is over, and the rest will be left to us newcomers." Hahahaha. ”

The middle-aged strong man with a pimple on his face laughed twice and then continued: "But if the Führer wants to end the war sooner, then just stuff the lieutenant colonel into the plane and throw it on the edge of the Japanese Emperor's palace, as for weapons, a knife, a gun, or even a rope will do......"

"It seems that the amount of training is still less. Wren swallowed the tendons in his mouth, looked at the two captains he brought, and said with a smile. His words caused screams from the special forces members sitting at several tables around him, and everyone wailed and expressed their dissatisfaction that their captain had nothing to do to make trouble for him.

"Yes, each squad, tonight's operation, capture at least 30 prisoners!Kill 30 enemy soldiers!" Alice took out a small notebook, took a pencil notebook and recorded the training plan she had just drawn up: "If you can't complete the plan, tie it up with a rope and throw it next to the palace of the Emperor of Japan." Well...... That's a good idea. ”

Wren laughed out loud, his laughter made the company commander and platoon commander of the front-line infantry who had just come over look at this side, and the two of them were obviously frightened by Wren's age and rank on his shoulder, and hurriedly stood up and saluted a few steps away.

When they had finished saluting, they saw the diamond sword and oak leaf knight's Iron Cross on Wren's neckline, which shimmered with jewels. Of course, at the same time, they also saw the female captain sitting next to Wren who seemed to be shinier than a medal.

"Don't be inhibited. Wren waved his hand at the two men, motioning for them to be casual: "Are you all officers in the neighborhood, would you like to tell us about the situation at the front? We may have to go on some mission in the evening, and we need your valuable information." Anything can be ...... The number of enemies, the shape of the position, the time of the changing of the guard, the number of nights...... You can...... Oh, by the way, you can go get something to eat first!"

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