A group of German soldiers cautiously approached a quiet village, and as they climbed over a fence wall, two soldiers mounted their MG42 machine guns on the low head of the courtyard wall at the edge of the fence wall, and they stepped on some jars and broken bricks scattered along the low wall, vigilantly watching for any slight movement ahead.

The soldiers on the other side bent their waists, very carefully clinging to the edge of the road, little by little approaching the buildings in the village, carrying their weapons, keeping their bodies as low as they could, alternating with each other, and passing through the open area as fast as they could.

Farther away, a German captain leaned against his car, holding a telescope to observe the quiet village, while several battalion artillerymen were assembling their 60-millimeter mortars as fast as they could.

"Let the roundabout 2 go around to the left side of the village. Clean up the Soviet soldiers who could have from there. Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the battalion commander ordered the radio operator beside him: "Urge the 1st Company attacking frontally, let them approach as soon as possible, if there are Soviets in the village, they will suffer heavy losses because of the slow pace of advance." ”

Just as the Germans were closing the siege and approaching the small village, a dazzling tongue of fire suddenly erupted from the window of a building in the village, and the bullets rained down into the German attacking team, and in an instant, two soldiers were knocked to the ground, and the remaining soldiers rolled and crawled, falling off the roadbed to avoid the flying bullets.

Sure enough, there were Soviet soldiers in ambush in the village, and they seemed to be very elite. These soldiers calmly let the Germans get close enough distance before they began to frantically return fire, bullets flying everywhere, and in just a few tens of seconds, seven or eight soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, letting out screams or even screams.

"Medic, someone shot, someone shot!" German soldiers shouted frantically in the trench on the side of the road, bullets flying over their heads and making a clattering sound in the cold, hard earth. A soldier was shot in the neck, and the blood had stained his dirty white camouflage uniform, but luckily it didn't hit the artery, so he still deserves to be rescued.

"Machine gun, cover, fire, bastard!" a German veteran stuck his G43 semi-automatic rifle out of the trench, scrambled out of his gun in the direction the bullets were flying, and then retracted and cursed loudly as he reloaded his weapon with new magazines.

The village, which was quiet and tranquil just now, has completely turned into a bloody hell at this moment. The German machine guns mounted at the head of the village also fired fiercely at this moment, and the tracer bullets were conspicuous enough in the daytime, and they rushed in a straight line to the window of the Soviet machine guns.

The bullet hit the window, and immediately sent a cloud of white smoke to the masonry, and the bullet shattered the stone, leaving a clearly visible bullet hole in it, and the glass was shattered into pieces, crackling and falling to the ground with a cracking sound. Then the entire window frame was shattered and turned into sawdust and scattered strips of wood, which fell along with the glass.

"Oh my God! The 1st Company is suppressed! There is a machine gun on the front, and the attacking troops of the 1st Company are suppressed!" a battalion officer, who was watching the battlefield from a distance, frowned and said loudly to the battalion commander beside him.

The battalion commander of the German infantry was also frowning at this moment, of course he understood that this situation was not a good thing, if the 1st Company on the front was suppressed by ferocious fire, then the 2nd Company of the detour attack would have to face the situation in the village alone at this time, and the encounter would not be much stronger than the 1st Company.

Sure enough, the news came on the radio that the 2nd Company was asking for reinforcements, and they were compressed around a few houses by the other side, and they could only shrink into a small corner and persist in fighting, but it was not realistic to expand the results for the time being.

The battalion commander looked again at the frontal battlefield that he could see, where on the ground, a wounded German soldier who had just struggled was lying in the middle of the road, no longer moving, and not far from this corpse, next to another German corpse, the Germans were desperately setting up a second machine gun.

Some German veterans had begun to lie on the edge of the roadbed, firing frantically with their MP-44 assault rifles and G43s in an attempt to suppress the second Soviet heavy machine gun that had just appeared. The machine gun was deployed in a more concealed position, and it only suddenly opened fire after the machine gun, which was hidden in the window, was suppressed by the Germans.

This machine gun caused a lot of trouble for the Germans, because of the angle problem, many German soldiers hiding behind the roadbed were exposed to the fire of this machine gun, more than a dozen soldiers were hit, and the attacking 1st company was almost routed because the opponent's crossfire was too well arranged.

However, the Germans had now stabilized their position, and they set up a makeshift machine-gun emplacement next to the corpse and showed their second machine gun. MG42 deserves to be a solid foundation of firepower for the German army, and as soon as it fired, it fought evenly with the opponent's heavy machine guns, suppressing the opponent's ferocious firepower.

"We can't wait to die here, we rush to the road in pairs, approach the courtyard wall over there, organize a new forward position there, and cover the other soldiers to continue forward! Stay here and wait to be killed by the other side! Move quickly! You, follow me!" A German veteran poked his head out, took a cursory look at the terrain, and then loudly encouraged his companions to continue the attack.

He pulled up a recruit, and the two men ventured onto the road, holding on to their steel helmets and running to their chosen positions. At their feet, the white smoke from the bullets was only a few centimeters away from their shoes, and the Soviets also discovered the German attempt and fired frantically at the two of them.

The German veteran ran resolutely to his chosen position, and the German soldier who was barely following was so frightened by the bullets whizzing by him that he finally gave up following and suddenly turned to return to the place from which he had started. Unfortunately, his luck was not good, and the bullet that followed them ended up hitting him in the lower leg, and the German recruit immediately fell to the ground.

Before he could shout, several bullets from all directions pierced his body at the same time because of his hesitation, and the German soldier lay on the ground twisted, his body trembling from the bullets.

In the other direction, the German veteran took a sliding shovel a few steps away from the low wall, hiding behind the low wall he had chosen, and Soviet bullets followed his glide and hit the low wall, breaking the snow that had condensed into ice and splashing everywhere.

Lying on the ground panting, the cold air made his breath white mist. He cautiously glanced at the recruit lying on the road, and it took only a few tenths of a second to look away. A soldier who cannot survive the battlefield is not worth being sentimental at all.

The veteran picked up his MP-44 assault rifle, leaned out of the low wall and fired a dozen rounds in the direction of the enemy, before moving to another place, quickly poking his head out, aiming at a Soviet soldier with a rifle, and firing fiercely.

His attack knocked the Soviet soldier into a sieve, and he knocked a Soviet soldier to the ground who tried to come out of the door and throw a grenade. His cover relieved the Germans, and several Germans took advantage of his suppression to quickly rush across the road and jump behind the low wall.

At this time, the cross-fire point of the Soviet army finally showed a flaw, and the German army was no longer a lamb huddled together to be slaughtered, but became a target attacking from several different directions at the same time. This forced the firepower of the Soviet army to begin to disperse, and the shortcomings of their firepower density, which largely relied on machine guns, began to be exposed.

Several German infantrymen began to fire heavily in the direction of the low wall, killing some of the Soviet soldiers who had rushed out of the buildings on the road in the village, and helping to suppress the Soviet machine-gun positions that were firing from the flank.

"Boom!" A mortar shell finally landed in the village, and the artillery of the German battalion headquarters finally put together their weapons and began the first round of bombardment, but this round of shelling was obviously not accurate, and most of the shells landed in the open space and inside the village.

Although this round of mortar shelling did not play a substantial role, it did make the Soviet Red Army feel the pressure. Some of the opposing soldiers began to be forced to move, which immediately relieved the pressure on the Germans, after all, the Soviet Mosin Nagant rifles were bolt rifles, and they needed to be outnumbered to maintain a dense fire.

Relieving the pressure, the Germans began to frantically return fire, and their superiority in firepower was immediately apparent, and some Germans gradually approached the village under the cover of friendly forces, seizing some of the outlying buildings. As a result, the Soviet line of defense was completely disrupted, and a scuffle began throughout the village.

The 2nd Company, which had a roundabout flank, also began to expand its defensive positions because of the reduced pressure, and the places controlled by the Soviet troops in the villages were rapidly decreasing. The accuracy of the second round of mortar shells of the German army was much higher, and a few shells blew up the house where the Soviet heavy machine gun position was located, and the Soviet troops immediately lost the heavy fire support they relied on.

With an order, the Germans began their final attack, and the Soviets were squeezed out of the village and fled into the distance, but the clearing between the village and the trees in the distance was almost a kilometer long, and the Soviets did not run halfway before they were pierced by bullets flying from behind them.

The battle for a village came to an end, and a German infantry battalion suffered 41 casualties before taking it – they were already within easy reach of Orsha.