"Hand grenades!" Looking at the machine-gun bunker on the opposite side, which was constantly spraying tongues of fire and had already taken the lives of many German soldiers, the German officer who led the charge shouted a loud order: "Cover! Cover the bombing!"

Several German soldiers raised their weapons and pulled the trigger on the shooting hole not far away. The gunfire rang out intensively, and the hateful shooting hole was hidden in a cloud of white smoke, but with this brief burst of fire, the enemy's fire was indeed suppressed.

Several German grenadiers, who had already pulled out the safety of the grenades, threw out the grenades in their hands with great force, and the iron melons landed on the ground not far from the machine-gun pillbox after cutting a graceful arc in the sky.

With the loud sound of the explosion, the ground shook, the mountains shook violently, and the smoke rose, making everyone cover their heads and make subconscious dodge movements. The Soviet Red Army inside the pillbox was so choked with dust from rushing into the firing hole that it couldn't open its eyes, and it didn't know what terrible things the enemy was preparing on the opposite side.

Seeing the smoke from the grenades obscure the view from the pillbox's firing holes, the German sappers began to approach their target, and a German flamethrower operator with two fuel cylinders on his back aimed his own target with a launcher in his hand.

The Type 35 flamethrower he was carrying was a new type of individual flamethrower with a range of 30 meters and a weight of almost 31 kilograms. Attacking with this thing was not an easy task, and few German soldiers liked to use this bulky weapon.

However, because of the attack on the Crimean fortress group, Manstein brought in this less flexible type of troops from the various German armies, and because the Soviet defenders of the highlands to attack today had built a large number of pillboxes, Manstein deliberately strengthened his troops with this terrible close-range suppressive weapon.

Anyone who has seen the flamethrower fired will definitely be shocked by this terrible weapon. At a distance of 30 meters, this weapon can quite well be called a defensive offensive terminator, and its striking effect on the morale of the enemy is immeasurable. In the First World War, Britain and France had ordered that soldiers who caught the Germans using flamethrowers could be shot on the spot without leaving any trouble.

"Hurry up! The Germans are coming! Hurry! Hurry!" Inside the pillbox, the sergeant commander of the Soviet defenders shouted loudly, but the Soviet machine gunners in the refill of the shooting holes really didn't know where to shoot because the smoke from the grenade explosion interfered with the vision.

Eventually, the sergeant's roar made him pull the trigger, and the machine-gun bullets gushed out again, flying everywhere with tracer bullets, and he kept firing, as if trying to use this method to expel the fear in his heart. On the territory of distant Russia, there are also his children and wife, and he also does not want to die here, called a pile of minced meat that no one cares about, rotting and disappearing into this world.

The inexplicable sense of despair made him a little hysterical, and he pulled the trigger and shook the body of the machine gun back and forth, hoping to drive away the Germans on the opposite side. In fact, he had known a few hours earlier that the Germans had blocked their way of escape, and now all he had done was a dying throe.

Surrender may be the only way out, but if you raise your hands, will your comrades-in-arms behind you not hesitate to shoot yourself as a cowardly traitor? The great leader, Comrade Stalin, hates traitors the most, and it would be bad if his wife and children were sent to Siberia......

He fired as he thought about these questions as he flickered through them, while behind him, Soviet soldiers were reloading machine guns, others were busy tending to bleeding wounded, and others had begun to sort out rifles stacked in the corners. The sergeant brandished a pistol in his hand and shouted that he would fight for the motherland until the last moment.

Not far in front of the bunker, the shooter of the German flamethrower had already aimed at the approximate position of the shooting hole, and it seemed that the heavens and the earth were suddenly quiet, and he did not hesitate to press the valve device for firing, and the compressed gas in the cylinder spewed out of the firing port with fuel, and then was ignited by the burning flames, and sprayed towards the shooting hole of the pillbox more than 20 meters away.

The Soviet soldier in the bunker who was firing with a machine gun saw that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the dazzling fire broke through the smoke raised by the grenade and gushed in his direction, so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, but it seemed that it was too late. The burning sensation came from his face, and the burning pain became all his memories, until he lost all his senses, and the piercing burning sensation became the only thing he could feel.

The scorching fuel poured into the shooting hole, and then with a powerful spreading ability, it gushed out of the door behind the bunker, filling all the spaces inside the bunker in an instant, igniting everyone's clothes and scorching the skin of everyone inside.

A Soviet soldier surrounded by flames stumbled out of the back door of the pillbox, twisting his body, enduring great pain, struggling to escape in the distance at the door, but after only two steps, he fell to the ground from pain and exhaustion, his muscles were scorched and contracted by the fire, his whole body was huddled together, and the screams were clearly heard by the German soldiers in the distance.

The second Soviet soldier who climbed out of the bunker only sent his upper body out of the bunker gates, and when he was alive, he seemed to want to get away from this hell on earth, but in the end he was unable to do so. Soon the corpse turned into a pile of charcoal, and only a black lump in the shape of a human figure could be faintly discerned.

Faced with a machine-gun bunker that had become a living hell, the German grenadiers had no need to remain reserved and cautious, they jumped from the ground, carried their weapons, and rushed towards the once insurmountable target, shouting the slogan of victory in German as they charged: "Long live victory!"

In the trench at the top of the hill, a Soviet soldier poked his head out and watched not far away, the awkward and impregnable bunker being captured by the Germans, and he watched the flaming Soviet soldier struggle to the ground and die. Holding his rifle, the Soviet soldier swallowed a mouthful of spit and, along with his comrades, pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

"We've been ordered to reinforce the pillboxes on the mountainside!!" asked an officer running down the trench with a gun. Behind him, a dozen soldiers followed, and two others carried light machine guns. Several soldiers carried boxes of machine gun ammunition, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

The Soviet officer in charge of the trench smiled bitterly and pointed to the flaming bunker on the mountainside, where flames were spewing from the back door, and asked, "Are you sure you were ordered to support that bunker?"

"I think, yes!" Looking at the back door of the bunker not far away, the Soviet officer who had rushed to reinforce the pillbox turned pale, and the soldiers behind him were all pulling their necks to look at the tragic situation on the lost position in the distance, and they were speechless with fright.

Losing the cover of the pillbox, the Soviet soldiers in several surrounding trenches began to collapse, some of them climbed out of the trenches, and before they ran two steps up the hill, they were shot by the Germans from behind, and their faces fell to the ground, and some of them fired back in the trenches, and before they fired two shots, they were hit in the head by bullets, spurting out large patches of blood, and died in a tragic state.

Needless to say, everyone knew that the positions on the hillside had changed hands, for they had seen the German grenadiers cautiously leaping into the trenches and beginning to drive laterally the Soviet Red Army, which had been driven out of their positions and knocked down one by one by the Germans like targets on the way back.

"Boom!" Before the Soviet soldiers on the top of the hill could see enough of the tragedy in front of them, the unfortunate thing was their turn. A round of German mortar shells fell, smashing densely in the vicinity of their soldiers. Shrapnel flew everywhere, followed by screams and wails. The poor soldier lost his life before he could figure out what was going on.

The Soviet Red Army on the top of the hill began to fire at the German soldiers on the mountainside with their own weapons, but their position was obviously not as against the sky as the machine gun pillbox, and soon a round of German heavy artillery shells hit the positions of the Soviet Red Army on the top of these hills, and with the black smoke from the explosion of the shells, the German soldiers rushed to the top of the mountain, and white-knuckle battles broke out in some places, but there were continuous gunfire in more places.

In front of a huge turret on the top of the mountain, two Soviet 210 mm caliber cannons are firing fiercely at the depth of the German positions in the distance, because of the lack of observation means, the threat of these two cannons to the German army is not very great, although it once caused a lot of trouble to the German attacking troops, but after the German army attacked the Soviet position, these two cannons lost their due role.

So these two cannons used the little time to pour out the ammunition reserves, and the Soviet defenders on the top of the hill could not hold out for long, and they had to inflict as many casualties as possible on the Germans - the so-called dying struggle, and that's it.

It didn't take long for a swastika flag to be erected on the top of this height, and the cheers of the German victory resounded in the sky, Manstein stood on the edge of the battlement of the temporary headquarters, looked at the swastika flag fluttering in the wind, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Victory is ultimately mine, Voroshirov, now it's time for you to make a move, let me see the marshal of the Soviet Union, what is he capable of!"