"Hey, man, if there are ordinary shells and cigarette cartridges, blast a few shots into the building!"

The words he said to the gunners were derived from his personal judgment on the battlefield situation and the Soviet army's trends. Lin En would rather treat it as an instigation than "pointing and making mistakes" that transcends the military's branches and identities.

The young Defense Forces sergeant stared at Lynn for a few seconds, as if thinking about the right or wrong of this sentence. Then, he nodded silently and swayed his gunner down while calling out to his gunner: "Recharge grenade!"

The strong loader had already picked up a quilt-piercing shell with a weird head. Hearing the sergeant's instructions, he glanced at Lin Neng in surprise, put the shell down in disappointment, turned around and moved out a normal-looking pointed shell from another long wooden box next to him, filling it into the barrel with a continuous and smooth movement. Another gunner immediately closed the bolt and called out "Reloading" in a straight voice.

The gunner silently lowered the muzzle to the appropriate position and suddenly stepped on the firing pedal. The heavy cannon, which was installed on a four-legged seat plate and capable of shooting 360 degrees, immediately let out a deafening roar. Under the powerful impact, the dust accumulated on the surrounding ground was slightly raised, making people feel its anger power.

Lin Neng held a rifle in his left hand and was pulling out an infrared searchlight and power connection line from his bag with his right hand, so he opened his mouth to reduce the impact of cannon sound on his eardrums. The artillery fire of the army sergeant was indeed amazing. The shells passed through the dilapidated porch and entered the inside of the abandoned building. The smoke and dust spreading in it had not completely dissipated, and the remaining frame also had a significant blocking effect on the external light. Therefore, the Soviet chariots passing through it were still unable to see the naked eye. However, once the smoke and dust dissipated, the Soviet army was in darkness, and the German anti-tank guns and infantry positions were in a bright light, and the "geographical" situation would be reversed instantly. The reason why the gunners were asked to shoot with ordinary shells and smoke bombs was to continue to interfere with the sight of the Soviet armored soldiers and at the same time put psychological pressure on them.

After reinserting the infrared searchlight, Lynn tried to turn it on. In broad daylight, the reflection effect of infrared rays was weakened. Fortunately, the gun position is not far from the scrap building. Even if calculated based on an effective observation range of 100 meters, it can still detect some situations in the scrap building. When the human body and bright colors different from the contour of the human body appeared in the infrared telescope, Lynn analyzed it calmly and said to the young and handsome German gunner: "Hey, man, I saw them, you fire another grenade, and I will guide you to adjust the parameters!"

I must have seen the "Vampire" infrared night vision device before, but I didn't know that this thing could work during the day. The Army Sergeant looked at Lynn in surprise, but after only a very short hesitation this time, he ordered his gunner: "Quick loading of grenades!"

The continuous work consumed a lot of physical strength. The loader refused Noah's intention to take the initiative to help. He struggled but still quickly loaded the shells. When the gunner closed the bolt and shouted "The grenade was loaded", the gunner immediately stepped on the firing pedal, and the "Roaring Heavenly Lord" roared again.

At this time, guns and cannons were still shot out in the abandoned building, and some bullets were even hit on the sandbag in front of him. Lin En stared at the infrared telescope motionlessly. The heat generated by the explosion of the shell was naturally far beyond the human body or vehicle engines. A large ball of bright colors appeared in his sight and quickly spread to the surroundings.

"As far as one hundred meters is concerned, the falling line should be shifted five meters to the left and ten meters to the distance!" Unfamiliar with the professional terms of artillery, Lin Neng had to describe his observations in language that was as easy to understand as possible.

The gunners thought about it and issued instructions to the two gunners: "Reload armor-piercing bullets! Turn the gun body left by 2 degrees!"

The loader immediately took out the shells from the previous long wooden box. The gunner in charge of the bolt had to temporarily take on the tasks that other gun team members should be responsible for - turning the roulette under the gunner to make the cannon rotate clockwise or counterclockwise. In addition, the sergeant himself was fine-tuning the muzzle up and down, and the three people were very busy serving an 88mm cannon. Due to professional limitations, soldiers such as Linn could only stare blankly.

"High level!"

"The armor-piercing projectile is loaded!"

Hearing the two gunners report operation commands one after another, the gunners stared at the cannon scope and said, "Come!"

Lin Neng knew that this was what he said to him, but before he could say "good", the heavy artillery roared, and he quickly devoted himself to the strange artillery fire, and at this time Brewer also installed an infrared sight for auxiliary observation.

In the infrared telephoto scope, the bright outlines were largely displaced due to the two grenades falling one after another. Most of them were at the maximum effective observation distance of this night vision equipment, so it was difficult to accurately judge the position and movement. The sound of the cannon disappeared, and Lin Neng only saw a small ball of light flashing in his sight, just the size of a figure, and there was no sign of diffusion at all. It lasted for several seconds and gradually darkened.

"I hit it, I should hit it!" Brewer suddenly shouted.

"Hey?" Lin Neng was very puzzled. Why did this guy determine that the armor-piercing projectile hit the target? You should know how low the probability of a guide gunner hitting the target with his own amateur level!

"It's hit!" Brewer repeated with certainty.

At this time, Lin Neng didn't ask much, and calculated according to the bright outline of the abandoned building, "The shell landing point is 2 meters left and 5 meters back! Approximately the number!"

It seemed that the gunner did not care about the "approximate numbers" that Lin Neng carefully added. He quickly adjusted the gun shooting parameters according to this correction. After the three of them were busy, they heard Brewer shouting anxiously: "Let's fire quickly, that guy wants to run!"

Because it was daytime, the interference of natural light made the images in the infrared telescope not look as clear as at night. In addition, the battery consumption caused the voltage to decrease. Lynn was not as delicate as Brewer. At this time, he carefully identified and realized that the bright color was indeed moving to the right unnaturally.

With little ammunition left, the Defense Forces Sergeant in charge of this 88mm gun obviously gave Linn and his men considerable trust. He did not hesitate to step on the shooting pedal again. Flak 88 still roared violently. Linn had already stared at the scope very hard, and then the images fed back to the sight were still not enough to make an accurate judgment. He simply turned his head and asked, "Brewer, how about it?"

Brewer did not answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment: "I hit it, I hit it! It stopped and didn't leave!"

The Defense Force Sergeant sitting in the artillery position suddenly whistled loudly. Under his guidance, the two gunners finally gave a slight cheer, and encouraged the surrounding defense forces and SS combat infantry who were evacuating from the abandoned building.

"They seem to be retreating..." Brewer shouted, which immediately made Lynn curious: Could this guy's night vision equipment be more advanced than his?

When the third infrared night vision device Brucker brought was also added to the observation, the confirmed result was finally obtained - the enemy retreated backward, but it is unknown whether it completely withdraws from the abandoned building.

The battlefield situation was slightly alleviated, but the young soldiers who gathered together during the war still had no time to greet, load and alert, and the gunners tirelessly turned the steel wheels to turn the muzzle of the 88mm gun back to the front of the barricade. Considering that the side of the abandoned building was blocked, the Soviet tanks were likely to change their original route. They either crossed the road to the front of the barricade, or bypassed the completely collapsed building from the other side of the abandoned building, and walked through the streets and alleys at the manhole cover entrance of Linn early in the morning, and the Germans set up a warning position there. Although ordinary machine guns are not enough to resist the attack of a group of Soviet tanks, they can at least remind their anti-tank gunners in advance.

The abandoned building position had an accident, and it was plagiarized by the Soviet army after being barricaded. Now the position has been barely defended, but it is still under heavy pressure from the Soviet army. I don’t know whether it was dispatched by the commander of the defense line or arrived at this time, a group of reinforcements of about 200 people rushed from the city center. However, when Lin En saw their faces clearly, the hope in his heart disappeared and even became heavier in turn. Because these were not energetic National Defense Forces or SS soldiers, but a group of people composed of elderly people and children

The troops, also known as the "National Assault Battalion". These people were wearing rough gray uniforms, many of them did not even have steel helmets, and they carried a variety of weapons. As Linn observed, traditional manual rifles accounted for the majority, and some simple weapons that were not specific models. The only ones that could be used were the few "Iron Fist" anti-tank rocket launchers. They were basically disposable weapons, and they were well controlled by a group of professionally trained soldiers. But now they were controlled by a group of boys of fifteen or sixteen years old...

Looking at these old and weak soldiers of the National Assault Battalion, and then looking at Tchimeer, Lynn was a little lucky: Fortunately, when he formed the night battle team and the night battle task force, his superiors did not assign him such a quality soldiers. If that were the case, he would not be able to train them into a powerful force.

A considerable number of reserve troops came up, and the defense commander quickly withdrew a group of exhausted National Defense Army soldiers from the barricade positions. Many of them were slightly injured, but they could not retreat to the rear, but instead strengthened the positions on the flanks. The three National Defense Army soldiers who finally withdrew from the abandoned building were quickly summoned to other positions, but Lynn's squad seemed to have been deliberately forgotten, and neither received instructions nor paid attention to them. Just when Lynn felt a little depressed, the young gunner stretched out his right hand to himself for the second time and said with a friendly and kind expression:

"Hey man, my name is Louis Helvich, thank you for your help!"

Lynn shook hands with the other party solemnly: "Lynn Galgo, SS Sergeant, thank you for your help this morning!"

"Oh ho?" The Sergeant's memory might have been filled with the battle scenes all day, and he didn't even remember it for a while.

Lynn raised his right hand and snapped his fingers as he did in the morning.

"Oh..." The sergeant suddenly realized, "Aren't you the strong man who captured the Soviet colonel?"

"Strong man?" For the first time, Lynn laughed and laughed happily when he heard someone describe him in German.
Chapter completed!