Lying on the sandbag with a strange smell of mud, Lin Neng stared at the abandoned building ahead. The flak88 beside him was not infinite ammunition, and he could conduct deterrent shelling at any cost if he lost his direct target. The Soviet army only temporarily slowed down the offensive. Everyone familiar with the battlefield knew that once the smoke and dust in the abandoned building dissipated, a new battle would begin.

Whether it is the first to take action, or to remove the east and west walls, the German commander in charge of the barricade defense line has sent a small team of soldiers from the flanking positions. Some of them carry assault rifles or submachine guns to cover, while others carry explosive bags, playing the most dangerous and coolest role on the battlefield. These "big-eared steel helmets" move carefully around the porch and square cement columns, always guarding against bullets flying out of it. The tense atmosphere almost made every witness sweat for these brave companions. Finally, they put the explosives in the predetermined position, and when one of them shouted "ignite", they pulled the fuse together at about the time, and then ran back like flying.

Seeing this, Lin En stuffed his index finger into his ear hole with his hands, leaned against the chest wall made of sandbags, and reinstalled an infrared searchlight assault rifle tightly in his arms. After a while, he came and remembered the huge roar. In an instant, sand and stones flew in the huge space, as if a terrifying doomsday storm swept over. Not to mention, the thick smoke of gunpowder immediately spread out with a large amount of tiny dust. Anyone who had experienced the Soviet bombardment in the abandoned building had a painful memory of this smell.

Removed the fingers that were tightly plugged in the ear holes and took out a handkerchief to cover their mouth and nose. Lin Neng looked up slightly and saw that half of the abandoned building on this side of the porch was blown up. The bricks and cement piled up were more than one person tall, and partly formed a very irregular jagged shape. Even the powerful T-34 may not be sure to rush out, let alone the steep pile of rubble would expose their weakest chassis under the muzzle of the flak88?

The soldiers of the National Defense Army successfully completed the dangerous blast, and Lin Neng breathed a little relieved. He turned his head to look at the front of the barricade. Although the Soviet tanks did not come up, the infantry and the direct-fired artillery of the battlefield did not rest, so the attacking and defense were still firing fiercely across the street. In this broken city area where construction materials were everywhere, the German army could easily build a seemingly indestructible barricade, but under the continuous bombardment of Soviet artillery fire, most of the fortifications there were beyond recognition. So the defense line that ran across the street and extended to the ruins looked like a broken dam, which could be washed away by the surging flood at any time.

Wuxin and powerless, Lin En sat on the sandbag and lowered his head to hold a cigarette. The brothers also needed to relieve the pressure, so they dispersed one of them, and the last pack of cigarettes was left. At first, he wanted to throw one for the young gunner, but he was busy with the two gunners. The flak88 muzzle turned to the left, and the crossing position across a block had been broken by the Soviet army, but the tenacious defenders just gave up the crossing position. They retreated dozens of meters and continued to block the broken buildings and ruins. As anti-tank rocket launchers frequently fired high-quality close shots, the Soviet offensive troops were unsustainable to advance to the crossing. The destroyed T-34 almost formed a brand new "steel barricade".

Seeing a T-34 trying to bypass the street from the ruins on the side, Sergeant Helves shouted "Stop". The tall gunner responsible for turning the horizontal roulette immediately stopped in his hand. The sergeant himself shook the roulette at the vertical angle of the gun, and then stood still for two or three seconds. It seemed that he was waiting for the prey to enter the predetermined shooting position. Then he watched his right leg press down, and the heavy cannon with rough mechanical lines suddenly trembled suddenly, and the roar of the sky was enough to make the enemies several blocks away feel its powerful combat power!

Lin En narrowed his eyes and looked at the Soviet tank at the intersection of the street in the distance and was shot. A small ball of strange smoke flashed on the side of the turret. After the smoke dissipated, a black concave bullet hole was left on the flat cast turret, and its destructive power was also obvious - the roaring machine gun suddenly fell silent, and the tank stopped.

Without seeing the Soviet tanker abandoning the car in panic, Lynn saw Sergeant Helves muttering, and the loader quickly loaded the second armor-piercing bullet without receiving the corrective command. Since no new armored target appeared in his sight, Sergeant Helves only slightly adjusted the roulette and stepped on the second foot. Lynn estimated the distance, and it was at least 500 meters from the gun position to the intersection. Judging from the results of multiple bombardment of the targets in front and behind, the army's gunner's skills were quite solid. It was no problem to attack mobile targets, and there was no suspense to attack fixed targets.

Dong...boom...bang!

Three completely different roars were like someone playing the three keys of a unique piano, which were spaced the same as each other.

The first sound was the sound of a cannon, the second sound was the impact of a shell hitting a tank and penetrated the side of the body, and the third sound was the internal ammunition of the tank that exploded, but its loudness did not sound significantly more than the roar of a heavy artillery of 88 mm. The excitement of the scene was also worse than expected. The turret and the hatch of the body of the car were lifted from the inside without exception, and then thick black smoke rolled out from the cabin. In a moment, a tank hand on the body climbed out of the cockpit with difficulty. However, before the German soldiers ahead shot and killed him, he fell into the hatch.

“Beautiful job!”

Lynn yelled with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked like a soldier excited when he saw the stripper lifting up his short skirt.

In theory, a powerful 88mm cannon is enough to control a large area around it, but how could the Soviet officers and soldiers from afar ignore this important opponent? The Soviet tanks blocked by the scrap building have repeatedly fired guns, but the shells were either blocked by the cement frame or flew slightly higher than the gun position. This time, the flak88 fired two shots in a row completely destroyed another Soviet tank, and the enemy's tit-for-tat attack followed.

Some Soviet infantry went through the ruins to find and determine the location of the German anti-tank gun. They summoned their own artillery fire. Although they were not heavy shells, the power of the large-caliber mortar shells was also very impressive. They saw them "chised" one by one on the cement road, and the shrapnel scattered in all directions caused considerable casualties to the German soldiers near the barricades. Even the flak88 shield was knocked out several times.

The reason why the 88mm gun can be established for a long time without being destroyed is that the deployment of this 88mm gun is indeed quite experienced. The gunners broke the cement ground and dug a deep pit of about half a meter, thus hiding the entire position of the gun seat under the ground, leaving only the upper half of the gun stand and the barrel outside, directly reducing the overall height of the gun, and then properly handling the gunner with a double-layer sandbag chest wall. In this way, direct and curved firepower are difficult to pose a fatal threat to it and the operators. However, such open-air defense also has a fatal innate defect, that is, once it is hit by artillery fire, even if it is just a small-caliber infantry shell, the gun body structure and the entire gun group may be destroyed in an instant.

Seeing the mortar shells shot from afar, Sergeant Helves became anxious. He adjusted his muzzle and blasted a grenade to the ruins at the distant street corner, but this had no effect on the Soviet mortar group hidden behind the ruins. The seventh mortar shell roared, and this time it finally landed in front of the gun position. The explosion took advantage of the situation and lifted the sandbag in the outer circle, and the shrapnel hit the thick gun shield and made a crisp sound. Lynn subconsciously lowered his head and bent over. When he turned to see Helves again, he found that he shook his mind in a blur and fell to the side...

Lin En quickly looked and stepped forward to hold the sergeant. Seeing his face a ugly blue color - although there was no additional wound, the helmet on his head suddenly became sank. This reminded Lin En of the situation when he resisted the Soviet attack in the small town of East Prussia. At that time, a bullet hit the helmet, and the strong impact caused a violent shock, and the person was stunned. Now that he had changed his shrapnel, he was quite lucky to have not been directly shot.

"Hey man! Hey, Louis!" Lynn called his name while pinching his fingers with his fingers. At this critical juncture, Wolflum shouted in surprise: "Tank, Russian tank!"

Lin En was shocked: Could it be that he had to go on fire by himself?

Helvich, who was sitting against Lynn, suddenly twitched and opened his eyes instantly. His face was still bad, and his eyes were a little dazed. In a moment, he seemed to wake up from his dream, and suddenly turned over and climbed up, trying hard to return to the cannon position, but he knelt down in a mess and vomited.

Turning around and looking at the battlefield, I saw Soviet tanks appearing on the streets in the distance and on the streets in front of me, and the sound of gunfires also climbed from the trough to a new climax in a short time. At this time, even the sound of cannons sounded in the abandoned building that had been silent for a while. Lin En's heart sank: No wonder the commander has gradually withdrawn many National Defense Army soldiers to the flanking positions during this period. It seems that he had expected that the barricade would not be able to defend.

Then why do I still act as cannon fodder here?

Lynn finally glanced at the empty ammunition box at the tail of the gun, which could still be used to resist the armor-piercing bombs left by the Soviet armored forces, so he set up a groggy Louis Helves and shouted to his subordinates and the two gunners: "Retreat!"

The five SS soldiers who had been following him for a long time did not hesitate at all. The two gunners who belonged to the National Defense Forces were looking forward. They wanted to protect the commander to retreat safely, but they could not bear to leave their companions on the barricade positions and the soldiers of the National Assault Battalion with low combat power. Moreover, the armor-piercing bombs had been filled into the barrel. The gunner, who was previously responsible for adjusting the horizontal direction of the artillery, gritted his teeth and sat in Sergeant Helvich's position. He adjusted in a hurry and opened fire at the T-34 that was turning towards this side in the distance.

Unintentionally paying attention to whether the shell hit the target, Lin Neng, with Tanze's help, walked desperately towards the ruins behind him. He knew that if he was a little later, he might not even have a chance to retreat.

"Kate, give me another armor-piercing bullet!"

When the shouts of the tall gunner came from behind, Helvich tried hard to shake off Lynn as if possessed, and staggered to return to his combat position. Without taking two steps, he finally couldn't hold on to fall.

At this time, Lin Neng could have allowed these three Wehrmacht gunners to stand on their own. He and his soldiers had no obligation or responsibility to cover their lives, and even received clear instructions from a superior officer. However, he still called Tanze to set up Helves again. When he turned back for the last time, the soldiers of the Wehrmacht and the National Assault Battalion were all evacuating the barricade in panic, and a ferocious T-34 had appeared less than 100 meters in front of the barricade, and fired violently at every enemy in sight with a machine gun - whether they were old or young, strong or weak, even if they were not worthy of ordinary soldiers, they were not at all merciless.
Chapter completed!