: Being able to afford to be injured ()

The victory of the infantry over the infantry made the originally unpredictable combat situation suddenly become clear. The remaining Soviet soldiers retreated to their own tanks in panic, trying to rely on the last two T-34s and a BT tank to block the impact of the German infantry. However, this is exactly the situation the German army hopes to see! Under the cover of their companions, German soldiers holding "iron fist" and "tank killer" quickly took their place. These two weapons can effectively attack Soviet tanks from the side and rear, but the fatal flaw is that the range is too short: the former's improved model is only 100 meters, and the latter's upgraded model is only 200 meters, both within the effective range of the machine gun. The operator is very susceptible to the killing of the enemy's accompanying infantry, so it is usually used in position defense warfare and field ambush warfare. It is the most favorable attack situation for our own infantry to suppress the opponent's combatants.

Standing next to a truck that has been paralyzed, Lynn witnessed the entire shooting process of the improved "tank killer", that is, the RP54 88mm anti-tank bazooka. Unlike in the past when watching movies or reading texts, such personal experience is quite exciting - the difference may be like watching others ride on a roller coaster and there is a qualitative difference in sensory sense!

After the rocket was launched, the wide and fat German anti-tank infantry immediately retreated to the back of the truck with a shield, and a loud bang broke out in front. The strong impact caused countless pieces of big or small, and the smoke and dust spread like fog. Another anti-tank team member carrying the ammunition box immediately took out the rocket. The two tacitly cooperated and quickly completed the reload. At this time, another explosion of considerable strength occurred in front, followed by another slightly slight.

The anti-tank team member who was responsible for loading poked his head and observed it in front, then made a gesture of four fingers to his companion. Lynn didn't know what this meant, but saw the fat soldier responsible for manipulating the "tank killer" flashing out extremely agilely, kneeling down on one knee, and the anti-tank bazooka carried it horizontally on his shoulders. He spent three or four seconds to aim and adjust, and then fired the rocket again.

boom!

The powerful explosion shook the ground. After that, Lin Neng suddenly heard someone shouting excitedly. All the Soviet tanks were killed?

At this time, the gunfire around had not stopped. Lin En did not dare to look around, but tried hard to search for the figure of the "butcher", but there was smoke and dust everywhere around him. Not to mention his face, even his figure was blurred. Lin En bent slightly, held the rifle diagonally, moved a few steps to the side with a few steps nervously, and the speed was very slow. At this time, the difference between the veteran and the rookie was reflected. At a very close distance, the bullet that had just left the barrel passed by, and Lin En suddenly felt that his left arm was hit by a "person", but he didn't see a figure here from the corner of his eyes, and the position he was "hit" immediately hurt. He couldn't help but feel shocked: I'm hanging the lottery!

The thing that was most worried about finally happened. Lin En couldn't help but think of Huangmao and other companions who were injured in the battle. Some of them died like this, and some were not seriously injured, so they stopped bleeding and bandaged the wounds by themselves or with the help of their companions. They were lucky enough to get timely treatment from medical soldiers, but more people had to wait until the battle was over before they could see the medical soldiers. At that time, they might have had too much bleeding, causing the injuries to worsen.

With a panic and panic, Lin Neng finally made the correct reaction: he quickly squatted down and looked around, and soon found that the shooter was crawling under a truck in front. Before the other party could have time to load the second rifle bullet manually, he aimed the gun at the fastest speed - pulling the trigger!

Bang!

The shoulder was squashed behind the butt, and Lin Neng instinctively unloaded the gun and pulled the bolt. In fact, if the first bullet was lost and there was no companion to rescue him in time, or if the enemy held a submachine gun instead of a rifle, he would undoubtedly die at this time. Fortunately, this if the situation did not happen. At less than 15 meters, Lin Neng shot his head, and the Soviet soldier was lying face down, with dazzling red blood seeping into the muddy ground along the steel helmet.

Since ancient times, killing people has paid for their lives, but this time Lin En killed an opponent on the battlefield, which is reasonable and has no mistakes or guilt.

The left arm was still hot and painful, but the feeling gradually became clear. Lin En knew that the shot should not hit the bone, so he mustered up the courage to turn his head and look. There was a hole on the outside of the military uniform on the left arm, and the blood had not penetrated the clothing and flowed outside. It seemed that the situation should not be too bad.

"Pig killer! Pig killer!" (German: Sergeant)

Lynn, who returned to the truck, finally called "butcher", and the soldiers called him that - Lynn guessed that this should not be his last name or name, but his military rank or commander.

The gunshots from the front of the convoy were tightened for a while, and then gradually became sparse. Just as Lin En was about to deal with the wound by himself, the "butcher" appeared. He still rolled up his sleeves high and held a submachine gun in one hand, full of murderous aura on his body. I guess many Soviet soldiers became the dead souls under his gun. Seeing Lin En's appearance, he put away the fierce look on his face, walked over with great strides, bent down and tear open the sleeves of Lin En's wounds, glared at Lin En's eyes in surprise, took out a flat metal pot from the big pocket of his shirt, and after unscrewing it, poured it down on Lin En's wounds. Suddenly stinging pain came from the wounds of his arm. Lin En held back and didn't scream, but his grinning expression was once again despised by the "butcher". He said "Mooruer" two words, and Lin En dared not respond.

After simply cleaning the wound, even bandaging it, the "butcher" got up and left. Looking at his agile posture with a submachine gun, Lin En increasingly felt that the failure of the war should be attributed to the strategic choices of the upper class rather than the army itself.

The sparse gunfire sounds subsided in a short while and the battle ended! Lin En walked out of the truck carefully and saw that the seven Soviet tanks in front turned into scrap iron piles without exception. One of the three armored vehicles was overturned by the roadside, and two were directly exploded by artillery shells or anti-tank rockets, while the trucks behind were all riddled with bullets and shrapnel. The bodies of the Soviet soldiers were everywhere, and their postures were strange when they died. About thirty or forty people raised their hands to surrender without any choice. The German soldiers were driving them to pick up a piece of the scattered weapons and firearms around them.

With the scene in front of him, Lynn stood there at a loss - without any experience or knowledge to tell him what he should do at this time. Of course, the remains of his companions were indispensable around him, but the German soldiers who won the victory had a rare relief on their faces. In general, this was a beautiful and successful ambush, but the winners had no time to celebrate. In addition to treating the injured people on their side, all they did was to select the weapons and equipment left by the Soviet soldiers and search for dry food and cans from them. The Soviet artillery towed by the truck could not be taken away. There were also some ammunition boxes in the truck's compartment, and the German soldiers moved them down and piled them around the cannons to be blown up.

"Hey, lynn!"

A thin and tall big earrings helmet held a handful of Bobosha in his hand and a handful of him on his back. He walked a few steps towards Lynn and threw the Bobosha in his hand upright. Lynn was injured in his left hand and Mauser rifle in his right hand, but with the technical reaction of an amateur goalkeeper, he quickly squatted down and just took Bobosha in his arms - the butt was so hard that it hurt to hit his left abdomen.

Lin En couldn't call out the man's name, only knowing that he was a "butcher" like him, and it was even more unknown as to how his friendship was. So after getting the gun, he just smiled at the other party. The man also grinned and threw the Soviet soldiers' bulging buns and a large piece of bread over. The former could certainly solve Lin En's worries about ammunition, but the latter was obviously what he needed most now. He held the hardness.

He wanted to fill the bread into his empty stomach immediately, but seeing that everyone was still busy, he just tore a small piece into his mouth, put the rest into his pocket, and then chewed it while carrying the Mauser rifle on his back. In theory, Bobosha is one of the sharpest individual weapons in World War II, and is much more powerful than manual rifles in the middle and close range, but Lynn has been used to using the Mauser rifle in the past two days, and in comparison, he still feels it is easier.

In any case, a continuous weapon can always work at critical moments. Lynn fiddled with this simple but not simple submachine gun. Suddenly, he heard a little noisy in front of him. When he looked up, some German soldiers were driving the Soviet prisoners of war into one place, while other German soldiers surrounded him far away, forming an irregular arc. When all prisoners of war were gathered next to a truck, some prisoners of war seemed to understand something, roared and shouted angrily, and other prisoners of war soon joined.

Come in. Lynn doesn't understand Russian, but he obviously heard the phrase "fascism". The scenes that appeared in the movie suddenly appeared in his mind - the sound of German soldiers pulling the bolts immediately confirmed his bad guess. Before he could say something or do something, the continuous and crisp gunfire sounded, and when it was dense, it was as loud as the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the tiles in a heavy rain. It lasted only four or five seconds, and when the guns stopped, the truck was covered in blood.

Lin En was stunned. The bread that had not yet swallowed was like a thorny throat. Dozens of fresh lives disappeared in such a moment. It would be fine if it was a battle on the frontal battlefield, but such simple and thorough killing caused an unprecedented shock to the vision and the soul. The German soldiers who had just shot or watched by the gun include the SS and the National Wehrmacht. They all looked indifferent at this time, which made Lin En fall into deep confusion and reflection: Is the meaning of war the ruthless massacre between people?
Chapter completed!