When the third time I replaced the hot and smoke-filled barrel, Yarman Gober's heart was completely controlled by the subconscious bloodthirsty instinct. His piety to doctrine and respect for life were all abandoned. The fear and repentance arising from killing were also gone. As a "post-30s", the Germanic man who had just turned 17 only joined the German Freedom Group five months ago. With his healthy body and sensitive reaction, he became a front-line combatant, and then followed his companions to the Soviets in the mountains and forests in southwestern Germany.

After working for more than two months, he participated in several battles, and became a machine gunner for a while, but it was the first time to kill people like today. In this Austrian village called Camot, sixty freedom fighters repelled the fierce attacks of hundreds of Soviet paratroopers with preset fortifications. At this time, dozens of remains of the dead were lying in the snow on both sides of the southwest of the village. The blood of these professional soldiers was solidifying on the cold and strange frozen soil - the most tragic and heroic thing in the world is this.

With his hands and feet changed the barrel quickly, Yarman pulled the bolt back and stared at the right speed. In just a blink of an eye, the Soviet paratroopers who were continuing to attack the village one after another gave up their attempt to directly attack the village. The white figures that were originally coming were slowly retreating back to the river bank. Two Teggalev turntable machine guns were still providing fire cover three hundred meters away. Yarman adjusted the muzzle slightly, aimed at one of the flames and opened fire, and the flames disappeared.

The firepower of the attacking side gradually subsided, and the defense side did not need the non-commissioned officers to shout orders. The soldiers consciously ceased to stop fire. Yarman let go of his hand holding the gun handle in a daze and let out a long sigh. The first truly fierce battle in his life passed like this. Not to mention the good or bad personal performance, his side did not fail and he did not have a lottery. Isn’t this the “good luck” mentioned by the veterans?

It is obviously unwise to draw conclusions about his luck before the battle ends. The roar from above his head suddenly increased. With the shouts of "Enemy Aircraft Air Raid", every cell in Yarman's body regained its movement energy again. He and his friends who were at the same place quickly left the room and retreated to the deep trench dug in the open air unless unfortunately hit directly by a bomb, hiding here during the air raid was much more likely to survive than staying in a private house.

Without worrying about interception by enemy fighters, the black crow-like Soviet attack aircraft dived unscrupulously on the east side of the valley, dropping bombs and strafing. The pilots seemed to have received feedback from the paratroopers on the ground. They attacked Austrian villages near the valley over and over again. Houses continued to collapse and destroy under the huge impact of aviation bombs. The black mud mixed with ice and snow splashed high, and the scene was full of shock.

Yarman curled up at the bottom of the air defense trench, silently recited the Bible passages with his eyes closed, praying devoutly that God could forgive him the sins committed by a secular man. The power of faith helped him survive the difficult air strike stage. When the blurred hearing became clear again, he opened his eyes and followed his companions to leave the air defense trench and return to the combat position without hesitation!

Bang!

The lonely gunshot made every slightly relaxed nerve tense up again. Experienced soldiers said that cold guns on the battlefield are often more deadly than ferocious artillery fire. Once those elusive snipers open fire, there will always be casualties on one side of the positions on both sides. Yarman, who had just left the air defense trench, fell to the ground. Fortunately, the physiological senses quickly made the judgment that "it was not shot", but not everyone can be favored by fate. Looking around, Yarman saw several corpses facing the sky. They belong to the Free Corps, a group of strong will but not invincible soldiers.

"Don't stay here as a target, hurry up and go to the machine gun position!"

The voice of the non-commissioned officer woke Yarman up in a daze. He climbed up without hesitation and rushed to the stone-structured house. His machine gun and ammunition were left in the room facing the river. It was rather to throw weapons without losing people. This was one of the most important principles of the Free Corps' combat.

Another cold gun sounded, and Yarman had left the dangerous area that placed himself on the verge of death. While setting up the machine gun, he vaguely saw the smoke that was so faint that it was almost indistinguishable in front of several Soviet corpses. Suddenly, a series of bullets rushed straight from the village with a crisp giggle. The area where Yarman stared at was white, black, and red, and splashed...

Earlier, Yarman was frustrated that he was not selected as a sniper. However, when he witnessed this scene, he suddenly felt glad that he still had a position to rely on, although this dependence seemed extremely childish to the veterans.

In the next quarter of an hour, the Soviet paratroopers retreating to the river bank did not attack the village again, but the fierce gunfire around showed that they did not give up the fight for initiative in the battlefield. Yarman carefully smoked a cigarette, and the non-commissioned officer who had just used a reminder to help him get out of danger appeared again. He had no name, only a code name for "Kase Hunter". These guys who did not reveal their real names have always been the objects of curiosity among the members of the Free Regiment, such as Yarman. They had excellent combat qualities, and at the right time, they were very curious about Yarman.

The battlefield ability to make appropriate judgments is even more surprising. The voice and temperament show all the extraordinary experiences they have. However, no matter how happy they are or when drinking and relaxing in a safe situation, they are unwilling to disclose all information about their true identities. Even so, after being mixed with these guys with only code names, the combat effectiveness of the Free Regiment troops has made a qualitative leap, and these people have won the trust and respect of their companions around them with their meticulous attitude and full confidence.

"Yalman, Fett, bring me machine gun ammunition!" "Keshunter" calmly sent out a call.

Yarman quickly put on the security, opened the bolt, and removed the bullet link that was originally waiting to be fired. His partner quickly stuffed the bullet link back into the iron bullet box and picked up another spare bullet box from the side. The two hurriedly chased KD's figure and left the position, leaving two assault riflesmen to continue to stick to this defensive position built on thick walls.

Turning around the corner, Yarman heard a roar. Two jeeps, a wheeled steel plate combat vehicle and dozens of infantry soldiers had just entered the village from the north. Nearly half of the troops defending the village had joined it. A small-scale tactical counterattack had become a prototype. These heavy jeeps equipped with recoil-free cannons are commonplace. They have excellent maneuver power and can provide certain fire support. They can also be used to deal with enemy tanks at critical moments. The steel plate combat vehicle is a "earth armored vehicle" modified by the Free Corps using captured Soviet vehicles. It has ugly appearance and is awkward and simple defense structure is not enough to withstand direct fire of any caliber artillery. It is hard to imagine that such weapons and equipment will appear on the battlefield in 1qkn years. However, when they need to face not Soviet tanks but Soviet paratroopers with only light weapons, the opportunity to become heroes is vividly revealed!

Taking advantage of the gap between the Soviet air raid, only code-named non-commissioned officers were busy counting personnel and conveying orders. The "Keshunter" with a stubborn face also reminded the machine gunners and riflesmen to whom they belonged: "After the large army, you should hide quickly when encountering air raids, but don't fall asleep, follow the large army!"

The pace of the battle here was far beyond Yarman's expectations. He had not had time to carefully digest the commander's instructions, and the counterattack troops with heavy jeeps and steel plate chariots as the core set off. The troops were almost limited to the maximum speed of steel plate chariots, and soon broke into the riverside area from the right side of the village. At the appropriate position and at the right time, they happened to divide the Soviet paratroopers who were trying to avoid the village and advance to the north. The rear route of the advance troops with more than 200 people was intercepted. About the same number of follow-up officers and soldiers and more Soviet paratroopers who were gathering were blocked in the upper area of ​​the river bank. The fierce battle broke out immediately!

The bullets that flew over forced Lyudmira to fall to the ground in a hungry wolf's posture. After adjusting his condition quickly, he pulled the trigger continuously, and the sks made a squeaking sound in the semi-automatic step. However, the cunning enemy did not stand and be beaten. In addition to the ugly iron car moving abruptly in the snow, the enemy soldiers participating in the battle chose a steady combat posture. They used the terrain to set up the damn m042 machine gun. This automatic weapon that uses ammunition chains to supply ammunition is still unparalleled in terms of fire sustainability. Two jeeps equipped with recoil-free cannons stayed outside the range of the machine gun and fired frequently, and unknown numbers of mortars were throwing ammunition in hidden positions...

"Stay fighting and never retreat!"

The battles on the battlefield are often a collision of will. The officers' shouts and the roar of the light machine gun of the Geggalev were tirelessly, but as time went by, the situation of the Soviet paratroopers was deteriorating. According to the scheduled plan, the second batch of paratroopers would arrive at as early as two hours, and the enemy in front of them was so difficult. Lyudmira looked around and could not tell how many of the companions had been killed and injured. At this moment, a muffled "bang" sound came from behind the snow hills, and a mortar shell roared down and landed accurately at the combat position of the Soviet paratroopers. The close-range explosion made Lyudmira's ears roar. When she looked up, the iron chariot approached dozens of meters. Because the effective range of the Soviet anti-tank rocket launcher was too short, it was able to spit out the deadly flames without fear.

A few seconds later, the second mortar shell fell into the bushes and exploded violently. Lyudmira, whose ears were confused, could no longer judge the situation by sound. The hesitation in the blink of an eye almost killed him: a string of machine gun bullets swept past his side, and the position of the shoulder bone was suddenly in ache!

"Retreat! Retreat! Damn! Retreat!"

Some people shouted like crazy, and this scene once again proved to people that even experienced soldiers may still lose their minds in extreme situations!

Chasing machine gun bullets, Lyudmira had to follow her companions to retreat south. They passed by a glider. Although the main body was intact and the wings were alive, they could no longer provide any assistance to the airborne soldiers after taking out the ammunition.

"A failed airborne!" Lyudmira lamented in her heart.
Chapter completed!