Chapter 13 Ruthless Chasing ()

For only thirty or forty soldiers, they had to use their only mg42 and a few rifles and submachine guns to resist more than ten Soviet tanks, which sounded like a fantasy. Crawling on the wet soil, Lin En looked at the "bobosha" in his hand. The maximum value on its watch ruler was 200m. When those t-34s were pushed within 200 meters, would he and his companions still have their lives to survive?

Thinking of this, he removed the Mauser rifle with only the last four rounds from his back, and at the same time he tied the "Bobosha" gun cross-body between his left shoulder and right waist. The effective range of the Mauser rifle is more than twice as far as the Soviet submachine gun, but it still cannot pose any deterrence to the rumbling Soviet tanks. At this time, a German non-commissioned officer took out a glass wine bottle from his backpack, which contained a light yellow-green liquid. He quickly unscrewed the metal at the mouth of the bottle.

The lid was sprinkled with some liquid on a piece of rag strip, and then the rag strip was stuffed into the bottle mouth most of it, and the matches were lit with the cloth strip left outside the bottle mouth. The Soviet tank was still more than a thousand meters away. Even the person with the strongest arm strength in the world could not throw an ordinary bottle so far, but the non-commissioned officer still struggled to throw the bottle forward - with the little horizontal height of the hill, it flew out nearly fifty meters, and it broke when it hit the ground, and a ball of flame instantly rose!

After a moment, another big-eared steel helmet threw out a similar mobilizer. Two balls of fire were burning on the ground, and although the fire was fierce, people with a little common sense knew that it would not take long to burn with gasoline. Lynn also realized at this time that the German soldiers were trying to deter the other party: Don't think we can't do anything to you, look, these Molotov cocktails are enough for you to drink a pot.

Ancient war elephants were most afraid of fire. Although Soviet tanks could be fearlessly crushed through these two burning grounds, they had to be wary of the flaming bottles that were ready to be fired at any time in the hands of German soldiers. The tanks at the vanguard did not slow down significantly, but several cars stopped behind them, aimed carefully and bombarded the German soldiers' locations with tank guns. The flames suddenly flashed on the small hills and shrapnel flew everywhere.

The high-explosion bomb that landed nearby made a loud noise when it exploded. Even though Lin Neng, wearing a steel helmet, opened his mouth wide, he could only slightly reduce the vibration of his eardrums. The bar was already stimulating enough to hear rock and roll, and the sound wave impact here was probably more than ten times stronger! The ground was also shaking with the explosion. Lin Neng seemed to be lying on a bed of bullets. Every time someone bounced or fell on the other side, there would be a continuous bounce under his body. Moreover, the momentum was so fierce that his internal organs rolled and his joints were numb and painful.

Although the mound that temporarily acted as a position was condescending and could slightly withstand the direct shot of bullets, it did not have any effect on the shells falling nearby. In a short while, several soldiers were directly blown away, and the number of injured people was difficult to determine for a while, but if this continues, it will take less than ten minutes for these people to die without any remaining ground!

When they arrived at the beginning of the uphill, the Soviet tanks at the forefront finally slowed down and bombarded targets less than a thousand meters away. The barrels on their turrets were almost pressed down, and the car-mounted machine guns also began to shoot. The series of bullets suddenly hit snowflakes on the hills and mud chips splashed. In this case, the sergeant who had previously ordered the defense on the spot finally shouted a new order. Lin En couldn't understand it - he couldn't hear it clearly, and was waiting to die in a daze. Suddenly, the gun belt on his back was grabbed by someone, and it turned out to be a "butcher" again! Under his wave, several other soldiers from the same combat squad also stood up and ran back.

Just after running a few steps, a shell roared. The huge impact made Lin Neng feel like he was hit by a strong rugby player. He suddenly lost his balance and fell one meter away. Fortunately, another big-eared steel helmet from behind helped him, and then he barely followed the pace of his comrades. He ran for dozens of meters with awkward posture of bowing his head and bent over. He hurriedly turned around, and most of the soldiers had retreated, leaving only the last few soldiers stagnating the Soviet tanks with weak firepower. This was a mantis arm to chariot, a moth to the flames, and a manifestation of the fearless fighting spirit!

At this moment, Lin En was filled with sadness: the best team may not win the championship, and the same is true on the battlefield.

With the normal off-road speed of t-34, even if you climb a gentle slope, you can drive over a distance of one thousand meters at most for two minutes. However, after Lin En and his team left the hill, they ran for four or five minutes before the shells chased and fell down again. Turning back, they saw that the hill already belonged to the Soviet tank.

At the university's 1,000-meter test, Lin Neng tried his best and had to go a little more than four minutes to complete the run. He was carrying guns and equipment and was very tired. He actually ran seven or eight hundred meters in the same time. It seems that the desire to survive can indeed stimulate the potential of the human body to a large extent. However, this distance is not enough to save his life. The gunfire density of the Soviet tanks at this time decreased, but the DT machine gun (the tank type of the Teggalev series light machine gun) was still roaring behind, with 7.62mm machine gun bullets

The effective range is 800 meters. In actual combat, it can shoot group targets, which can completely kill the human body directly at this distance. So, Lin Neng's ears were swishing sounds of bullets passing by, and in front of him was the mud and water caused by bullets hitting the ground. From the corner of his eyes, he kept seeing a large-eared helmet being shot and fell down. Although the situation was completely different, Lin Neng suddenly felt that his fate was not essentially different from the Soviet prisoners of war who were shot before - the only difference was that the bullet was shot from behind at this time.

While running with all his might, Lin En was mentally prepared to be hit by a bullet at any time. Another ten seconds passed, and the figures around him continued to decrease, but the bullet did not have a name for himself. Suddenly, the soldier who was running in front and belonged to the same combat squad as him was shot in the leg. He trembled suddenly and threw himself forward in pain. Seeing this, the "butcher" who was running behind hurriedly ran over and helped him up. Between life and safety and safety of his companions, Lin En originally planned to choose the former, but the "butcher"'s movement instantly changed his mind. He changed the Mauser rifle to his left hand and helped the injured companion from the right. The two worked together, and the companion who was shot in one leg jumped with one foot. The three of them barely kept up with the retreat speed of their companions. At this time, there were less than twenty soldiers behind the palace!

After getting off the hill, the sandy path turned northwest, and there was a small village about 5 kilometers away. Lin En had been running wildly before, and there was no time to observe carefully. When helping the injured companion forward, he raised his head and looked straight ahead. He looked forward hard, and was surprised to find that there were fortifications built around the village, and a striking German military flag was still flying on a pointed house in the village! After finally seeing hope, Lin En was excited, but at this moment, the artillery fire of the Soviet tank suddenly became fierce, and it seemed that he was cruel to eliminate the remaining dozen German soldiers on the way to retreat.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Lin Neng squeezed out familiar words from his lips. Not to mention that the people around him couldn't understand, the loud bang of the shell also greatly weakened the sensitivity of people's ears. The supported soldier jumped with one leg only and the wound was not treated at all. He was overdrawn at this time. His pale face was bloodless, but his eyes were still full of the desire to survive. The "butcher" was strong, but half a head shorter than Lin Neng. At this time, the injured person's weight was mostly on his side. In this harsh cold winter, he blushed, and sweat was flowing down his hair and neck, and the big leather boots left deep footprints every step.

Lin Neng's situation was not better. Her legs were filled with lead, and she was carrying her companion's arms on her shoulders. She felt that she could not hold on for a moment. Seeing the village getting closer, she could even vaguely see people wearing big-eared steel helmets in the trenches looking at them expectantly. Lin Neng gritted her teeth and drove her arms with unprecedented willpower. Her legs moved. However, the evil shells flew over and landed less than ten meters to his left. The hot air waves hit hard. The three of them were still unable to resist. They fell in the opposite direction in an instant.

The moment he fell heavily on the ground, Lin Neng had only one thought in his mind: Is my journey to World War II over here, God?

The confused ears were only endless sounds.

Another shell came, as if it had landed closer. The world in front of Lynn was shaking violently, as if the space had been twisted. Mud pieces of large and small were like fireworks blooming in the night sky, scattering with wonderful parabolas. After a moment, his head was a little clear, and Lynn suddenly felt a torn pain in his left arm. At first, he thought it was shrapnel trauma, but the continuous feeling did not look like a big wound, so he knew that it might be just a previous wound rupture.

He turned his head to the left with difficulty. He still had movements with the "butcher" and the injured comrades. Then he turned to the right. The T-34s were as big as toys in sight. More than ten vehicles were pushing towards this side. The front of the cars with machine gun fire tongues flashed on the front. The slightly raised muzzle spewed out a ball of smoke. The shells were whistled in an instant, and they landed even closer to the village.

This bad scene made Lin En feel hopeless. He lay on his back, the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, as if he had not been stained with the fire of war at all. The spirit of his comrades in desperate situations was like a ray of sunshine falling between dark clouds, allowing him to end this unexpected war journey with some comfort. Suddenly, he remembered a bold statement from the Israelites of his time:
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