With the number of fighter jets invested enough to control the entire battlefield, the Soviet pilots finally distracted their attention to the small hill where Lin En was. Although the fox pits in the woods might not be directly observed from the air, the two Il-2s dived from different directions and fired with machine guns and machine guns. The unfavorable firepower directly broke the trunks of several pine trees. The branches falling from the sky fell into a special rain with snow. Lin En crawled tightly at the bottom of the crater, and did not dare to raise his head easily if all kinds of debris fell on his body. His ears were filled with the whistling of the plane, the sound of bomb explosions, the roar of machine guns, machine guns, and the roar of the "butcher"!

Lynn vaguely heard the words "Goring" and "Berlin". He guessed that the "butcher" might be cursing Gooring's incompetence. This guy transferred all the main forces of the Luftwaffe to defend Berlin, but Berlin has always been under the bombardment of the Allies.

If it weren't for Goering, Lynn thought, maybe Germany wouldn't have lost this war with such a huge regret. It was stupid, arrogant and incompetent, and sometimes I really couldn't understand why the head of state treated such a person as his right-hand man and let him do whatever he wanted. As a right-hand man at the beginning of his political career, Hess and others were far from receiving such treatment.

There are actually many such historical questions. Out of a passion for military affairs, Lynn served as the moderator of a discussion area for a World War II forum for a short time, and thus saw the complicated and complicated thoughts of netizens. The questions of the novices are always ridiculous. Some fanatical and stubborn people show their extreme stubbornness in some aspects, and most people, including Lynn, look at and explore that period of history from a purely military perspective. "What if Germany wins the war, what will happen if China ends?" Lynn has long been accustomed to laughing at such concerns and doubts. In his opinion at that time, traveling through time and space to return to the past only exists in fantasy.

Opportunities are sometimes thrown to unprepared people.

The pungent smell of gunpowder gradually dissipated. Lin En subconsciously raised his head and shook it. He suddenly felt that his movement was exactly the same as the puppy shaking and shaking water, but he did not have the calmness and calmness of the puppy at all.

However, looking at the messy position and his companions lying in pools of blood, no one could really calm down.

After all the bullets were fired in the continuous strafing, the Soviet fighter jets left. Before their figures finally disappeared from their sight, Lin Neng turned to see the two tiger tanks. They were still burning calmly, with no sign of restarting, and the tightly closed hatch did not open again...

Relying on the protection of fortifications, the casualties of the German infantry in this air strike were actually not large. Only one soldier was killed and two were injured on the hill where Lynn was located, and no one was injured in the four-person combat team led by the "butcher". However, Lynn could clearly feel the rapid decline in morale, or rather, his own morale was greatly reduced due to the continuous bombing of the enemy.

Looking at the broken line of defense, Lin En couldn't help but sigh: It's time to retreat!

Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, the order to retreat came down. After receiving the retreat command, the "butcher" who bravely got the retreat command, he slowly packed up his weapons and personal belongings. Lynn no longer had the courage to fight another defender, but he still waited silently for his immediate boss with his two companions. When the SS sergeant took a step with a submachine gun, they landed at the end of the team without surprise.

Helpless, Lin En didn't want to complain. He tried hard to lift his chest so that he could deserve the role of "first-class field shooter" and "steel guard".

At this time, the retreating team was shrouded in an invisible sorrow, but the soldiers still spontaneously maintained order. The only three cars were used to carry the wounded and tow anti-tank guns. The surviving gunners either sat on gun stands or evacuated on foot among the infantry. The wounded who could not board the car only had to carry crutches or lie on stretchers, and were taken care of by their companions to move forward slowly.

There are no complaints or frictions here. Everyone is trying their best to maintain the demeanor of a soldier, and even the injured try to resist moaning.

When passing the wreckage of two tiger tanks, the German infantry spontaneously slowed down or stopped for a moment, and many people silently took off their hats to greet each other. These two steel graves were buried with the best soldiers of the Empire. Although they failed to become the trump card of power, they made the greatest efforts for it. They were young eagles that died in the wind and ice crystals that dissipated in the sun. They used their outstanding performance to prove the value of their existence. Their fighting will and skills were comparable to any tank ace of the same era!

Even a person with a heartfelt heart will be moved by this silent scene.

On the road extending from the village to the north, a retreat team of more than a thousand German officers and soldiers was in a mighty way, and there were hundreds of soldiers retreating from the positions on both wings. They walked directly north along the edge of the woods, perhaps because of the lack of people and long roads. Gradually, these soldiers were separated by some distance from each other, so they looked sparse, like a group of scattered soldiers who didn't know each other. But in fact, these people spontaneously took on the task of protecting the flanks of the team. Every time they walked a distance, non-commissioned officers or older soldiers would climb up nearby hills to watch, until the soldiers who were familiar or unfamiliar walked past the side, and they would speed up their pace to follow.

With "Bobosha" on his back, Mauser 98k in hand, and a broken M42 helmet on his head, Lynn walked silently behind his companions. The battles he experienced in the past ten hours hovered in his mind like a lantern. From the collapse of the frontier positions, he ambushed in the forest, encountered Soviet air strikes and tank hunts, and blocked Soviet infantry twice. These were something he could not imagine before he traveled to the war era. More importantly, he not only persisted, but also firmly mastered a killing skill - he killed more enemies than he used to kill chickens and ducks in the past! However, killing did not make him feel pleasure, nor did he feel addicted. From his initial fear and ignorance to his current at vain, he was still struggling one "why" after another.

This is a war where there is no victory. The battle may be just to meet the most basic need for survival, but that's it?

The whistling shell suddenly interrupted Lin En's thoughts. He was shocked because he was unprepared. Looking back hastily, he saw smoke and dust rolling on the horizon in the distance. Needless to say, the Soviet tanks that he was afraid and hated were the ones that created these "pollutions"!

The shells were death-demanding talismans, and the "sharp killing weapons" that followed quickly plundered one after another. The German infantry traveled along the highway hurriedly dispersed, but the Soviets seemed to have never had to worry about ammunition. Their tanks and self-propelled artillery were firing violently across seven or eight kilometers, completely not caring about the waste caused by most shells deviating from their targets.

Although Lin En, who was walking on the edge of the woods, had no worries about his life for the time being, he felt no sense of gratitude. Under the leadership of the "butcher" and several other non-commissioned officers, everyone began to speed up and run. This was a race against death, but victory was not calculated by escaping from the battlefield alone. Those companions who left the road and fled to both sides were in danger. Fortunately, they were injured or had no injuries or were injured. The legs were injured and had to be carried on stretchers. They quickly fell into a panic and helpless situation in the face of Soviet artillery bombardment. So, the "butchers" and others ran to the other side regardless of the threat of Soviet artillery shells. They met their own people along the way and tried every means to help them retreat northwards. When they met those with their legs and feet, they ran together with one; when they met those with their stretchers, four were carrying one.
Chapter completed!