At this time, the German army's heavy artillery began to roar, and the four towed 203 mm caliber heavy howitzers newly produced by the Krupp Arsenal can be said to be the latest fire support weapon under the Krupp Artillery Weapons Production Group, and it is also the most advanced large-caliber howitzer produced by the German army itself.

Because of the needs of the war, and because of Krupp's repeated requirements, and finally relying on the innovation of Krupp artillery production technology, this kind of artillery barely met the technical requirements of the German army, and was allowed to produce 100 guns, which were equipped with the German Army Group A and Army Group E for observation and improvement.

Now, the German soldiers with heavy artillery were very happy, and they were greeting the Soviet Red Army with shells to see if the opponent dared to fight with them about the range and caliber of fire. Huge cannonballs exploded inside the city, and another clash of steel and fire was going on here.

The Soviets themselves knew that there was no way out, so they desperately resisted, the soldiers fired fiercely, and then leaned behind the door and attacked the Germans who were trying to advance in the corridor, these soldiers carried their Mosin Nagant, and pulled the bolt of their guns after each shot.

A Soviet soldier rushed out of the door, holding a new Bobosha submachine gun, pulled the trigger in the direction of the Germans, and the dense and continuous gunfire rang out, and the German firepower was temporarily suppressed. A German soldier charging forward with a Mauser rifle was hit by a bullet fired by Bobosha and fell to the ground screaming and dying.

The Germans around Curris were not going to sit still, two grenadiers with MP-44 assault rifles were at the front, they rushed through the corridor, covered the friendly forces behind them with a dense rain of bullets, and occupied another room as a stronghold for the advance, the Soviets fought back desperately, and some Soviet commanders even fired wildly with pistols.

The alternating shootout continued, with a German gunner with a Mauser 98K rifle poking his head out, holding his rifle and firing in the direction of the enemy, before retreating into the corner, allowing the enemy's bullets to punch a dense crater in the corner where he was outcropping.

On the opposite side of the corner, the German soldier hiding in the door of the room on the other side also opened fire, and a bullet accurately hit the Soviet soldier with a Bobosha submachine gun, and the firepower of the Soviet side was immediately reduced. A Soviet soldier tried to pick up a submachine gun that had fallen on the floor of the corridor, but was hit by a German bullet and twisted his body and fell unwillingly.

Compared with the German army, which had assault rifles and semi-automatic rifles, most of the Soviets only held a single-shot Mosin Nagant in their hands, and it was obvious that the density of firepower could not be compared. Room by room, the Germans began to purge the Soviet soldiers, and as they approached the second staircase, it was clear that the Soviets had lost their effective organization and became panicked.

"Phew!" a Soviet officer stood at the top of the staircase on the third floor, and after shooting a pistol at the bottom of the staircase, he aimed the muzzle of the gun at his head in despair, he pulled the trigger with his eyes closed, and the bullet sprayed out of the muzzle and directly through his head, blood sprayed on the wall, looking like an abstract painting.

The Germans killed the last two Soviet soldiers with spears on the stairs and rushed to the third floor, and the Soviet organized resistance collapsed completely. A number of Soviet officers committed suicide in the house, and some surrendered to the onrushing German soldiers with their hands raised, and the situation was gradually brought under control.

"Long live the great Soviet Union!" a senior Soviet officer brandished a pistol and fired wildly in the hallway, he seemed a little crazy, not at all normal shooting. Seeing that he was a high-ranking officer, the German soldiers tried to capture him at first, but eventually gave up the attempt because it was too dangerous, and shot him at the end of the corridor.

"He's the supreme commander here, the commander of a front. A captured Soviet colonel was escorted to look at the general lying on the ground, and with some regret he pointed out to the German army: "He started to go crazy yesterday, it seems that he has not completed his task, and he has some mental problems." ”

Having confirmed this unexpected gain, as well as the execution of the supreme commander of the Smolensk Front of the Soviet Red Army, and the capture of an entire high-ranking officer of the command, this offensive seemed to be a sure success.

At this time, Curris was leading a few people to open the skylight on the roof, he unfolded the huge German flag in his backpack, and the two assistants behind him were trying to connect the steel flagpoles in their hands, and their task was about to be completed, which was a very happy thing.

"Put it on, put this flag on!" Curris found the edge of the flag, aiming his mouth at the longer and longer flagpole. Curris and a few of his comrades fixed the flagpole to a place on the roof where the flag was supposed to be hung, and then threw away the rest of the flag. Soon a huge German swastika unfurled with the wind and turned into a slender pendant.

A Soviet soldier who was in a trench not far away was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he saw someone on the top of the house unfurling a flag, an enemy flag. That building was the place they had been defending to the death, and now it was the land of the enemy nation!

"No, it's ours, it's ours!" the Soviet soldier tugged at the bolt of his rifle, an empty cartridge casing falling to his feet, then he pushed a bullet into his chamber and pulled the trigger on his rifle towards the blurred figure at the top of the building.

On the roof of the building, Curris felt a bullet flying, he subconsciously dodged, but the bullet still hit his body from behind, he staggered, and then looked at his comrades in front of him. Sensing himself begin to fall backwards, he reached out to grab something, but it was all in vain, and finally his fingers ran across the silky satin flag, but he didn't catch anything.

He lay on his back, and then fell off the roof, and the German soldiers who watched this scene were silent, and the dark figure finally fell to the ground in the corner of the building, and the sound was pitiful in the noisy battlefield. But all the German soldiers who saw the fall felt like they had heard the sound, the "bang" that struck their chests.

The remaining German troops on the roof were hidden, they had completed the task of hanging the flag, there was no need to die in vain here, they simply looked for the direction of the enemy's fire, and when they did not find anything, they retreated into the skylight, where the flag was still hung, fluttering back and forth in the wind.

By the time the flag was hung at the highest point, the gunfire in the building had not yet subsided. Just as the Soviets held on to their shattered positions in the city, the Soviet soldiers in the building tried to hold on to their own rooms or a certain section of the hallway. From time to time, you can still hear people shouting long live the motherland, but the words are full of despair.

No one seems to mourn the death of a German soldier except the families of the fallen soldiers, and no one stops killing and fighting back just because a flag is hung on the high ground of the city. The battle continued, but the German offensive became more intense than before.

Before the Soviet soldiers who had hit Kuris could shout for cheers, the Germans retaliated as bullets rained down on the Soviets' positions, and as time went on, an assault gun smashed through a low wall made of sandbags on the side of the road, aiming its guns at the Soviets' positions.

The course machine guns on the assault guns opened fire violently, raining bullets on the Soviet positions, and several Soviet soldiers tried to escape, but they were swept to the ground by the merciless bullets, and in an instant they were beaten into bloody corpses. The Germans, under the cover of assault guns, jumped out of the trenches and began to rush towards the positions of the Soviet troops. The Soviet soldier who killed Kuris was then hit by a stray bullet and died humbly in the corner of the trench, silently as if he had never appeared.

"Look, look, our flag! There's our flag!" A German grenadier shouted excitedly to his comrades when he saw the German flag being unfurled on the building.

"Long live Greater Germany!" more people began to cheer along with this sentence, and the German flag was now fluttering on the commanding heights of Smolensk, which was the highest praise for all the German soldiers who attacked Smolensk. Farther away, the German soldiers began to sing their favorite songs, cheering higher and higher.

"Long live! Long live the Führer!" In the headquarters, through the scissor gun mirror, several staff officers and generals saw their troops attack the commanding heights of Smolensk, so in the trenches, in the bunkers, and even further away in the troop assembly areas, cheers one after another.

The cheers came one after another, and soon reached the distance. Karus looked at the cheers coming from there, and turned his head to look at Wren behind him: "See? You are not the only one who wants to do something for the Führer and for Germany. Each of us has our own persistence, so don't feel like what you're doing isn't related to what we're doing. ”

"It seems that this cheer is coming from the Smolensk side, so Smolensk is already ours?" Wren did not look at Karus, who spoke, but looked in the direction of Smolensk, and muttered: "I know what you say, I have my insistence, as if you have yours." ”