Chapter 7 The collapsed line of defense ()

The brutal battle was staged as scheduled, anti-tank guns, rocket launchers, cluster grenades, explosive packs and molten bottles. All weapons that could be used were thrown into the blocking battle against the Soviet tank cluster by the German soldiers. However, the strength of the two sides was huge. With the sacrifice of front-line soldiers, the defenders still could not stop the Soviet tanks from breaking through their first and second trenches. The Soviet infantry that followed also effectively covered the tank troops' side. Seeing that the Soviet army had rushed in front of them, many German soldiers simply inserted bayonets, climbed out of the trenches, and fought with their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's attack.

Twenty bullets shot out in a row, and Lin En's blood surged up, and he pulled out the bayonet from the scabbard without knowing how to do it, and clumsyly inserted it into the muzzle. When he inserted the bayonet, his companions around him had already climbed out of the trenches and threw themselves into the hand-to-hand combat. When Lin En was about to climb up with a rifle, a guy in a mortar military uniform suddenly jumped off from above with a "ah" and his knees were pressed against his shoulders, almost fainting from the pain.

The two fell to the bottom of the trench together, their bodies almost stuck together. Despite the severe pain, Lynn was still very clear at this time. He pulled up and rolled to the side and pulled out the wrench gun from his belt. He did not need to aim at the distance of less than one and a half meters. As soon as the other party had an attacking posture, the wrench gun's muzzle was aimed at his forehead.

When face-to-face battles on the battlefield, you either die or I die. Lynn does not allow himself to be weak in front of the enemy. But facing the black gun, the Soviet soldier was stunned.

Click!

Lynn pulled the trigger, but what he responded to was not the crisp gunshot that he had expected. He was shocked. The insurance was clearly opened, was it the bullet stuck? He quickly pulled the trigger again, but what he heard was still a click, and his heart was completely disappointed.

"ah……"

The Soviet soldier was furious and he stabbed Lin En in the chest with a bayonet. At this moment of life-related moment, the desire for survival stimulated every nerve in Lin En's body. He pushed the ground with his left foot, and swung his upper body with the strength of his waist and abdomen. The instant movement was not large, but it was enough to avoid the fatal blow. The opponent's bayonet happened to be inserted into his armpit. Lin En threw out the shell gun like a dart in his right hand, and it smashed it firmly.

On the face of the Soviet soldier, blood suddenly burst out from his high nose, and he took a step back with a "wow". Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin En quickly grabbed his rifle from the ground and wanted to kill the opponent in one breath. But the opponent was a trained soldier after all, and he did not lose his weapon when he was hit hard on the face. Realizing that his hands covering his nose were covered with blood, he glared at Lin En, like a bear entering a violent state.

Each of them had their own guns, and the seemingly fair fighting was Lynn's nightmare. Although he inherited a pretty good adult male body, his consciousness had no fighting skills and skills at all, and the physical instinctive reaction was difficult to play a role in such a battle.

After confronting each other for two seconds, the Soviet soldier with blood on his face thrust his gun and thrust his gun. Lin En quickly fired his gun to block it. Unexpectedly, the other party just had a fake blow. The cold bayonet shining immediately shrank back, and the blade was no longer blocked in Lin En's chest. At this moment, Lin En had only one thought in his head: I'm dead!

When his life was hanging on a thread, the sound of life-saving gunshots actually rang. A shuttle of bullets came in place, and blood splattered in the chest of the Soviet soldier! Lin En inevitably touched his face, and the star foam fell on his lips, feeling extremely nauseous and fishy. Seeing the Soviet soldier widened his eyes and fell down unwillingly, Lin En looked back almost instinctively. The "butcher" had stains on his face, and he jumped down from the trench with a submachine gun, yelling something. Although Lin En's hearing has basically recovered, he still can't understand a word, but looking at the other party's gesture, he should be calling himself to transfer to the reserve position behind.

He picked up the wreck gun that he had just thrown out as a dart, but he was so lucky that he kept it like a treasure. It couldn't be fired at the critical moment, but Lin Neng thought again: No wonder it was put in that box. It was probably because others used it and sent it to repair it directly.

Without time to think about it, Lynn inserted the wrench gun into his belt, carried the Mauser rifle and ran to the place where the horizontal trench and vertical traffic trench were connected to the right. Under the greeting and driving of the "butcher", several other large-eared steel helmets also joined in. In order to prevent direct shell shooting and machine gun shooting, the traffic trench leading to the rear was also dug in a winding manner, and many single or double shooting positions were built along the way. At the beginning, the "butcher" would turn around and shoot a shuttle after running for a distance, and some would provide cover for the riflemen and machine guns who were defenders, so he would no longer have to run and stop.

Lin En lowered his head, bowed his waist, and followed the soldier in front of him to the west. He turned around by chance, and the hand-to-hand battle on the position was approaching. He could only vaguely see a few big earrings fighting bravely. He was so tragic, and he felt infinitely melancholy.

The front-line positions built on the hills were three trenches and several anti-tank gun positions, and the reserve positions were located about two thousand meters behind the hills. When walking along the traffic trenches through the open area behind the hills, Lin En saw an almost empty air defense position under the bombardment of Soviet aircraft and artillery fire. The famous 88mm gun indeed had a tall gun stand, but the broken gun body parts, scattered camouflage nets, and the remains of the dead gunners who had no time to transport them away all made people feel the desolation and sorrow of the war defeat.

The Soviet tanks that had previously broken through the position were not completely destroyed by the German infantry like the night battle last night. Except for seven or eight that were blown up or destroyed, the rest were still moving. Since the accompanying infantry were still entangled in the German positions, they did not dare to go deep alone. Some rushed down the hill and turned back to support the infantry, while others deviated to encircle the German positions in the north that had not yet been broken through.

The long traffic trenches were mostly areas where Soviet artillery shells and bombs were bombed. Lin En and the others didn't care about that, and crawled over with their hands and feet. After stumbled and ran for more than ten minutes, the group finally arrived at the reserve position in the rear. Since the reserve team had already reinforced the front line, the soldiers guarding the reserve position were also soldiers who had just retreated from the front, and they looked sparse and all were in a mess. Apart from a few small and medium-caliber anti-tank guns arranged in open-air bunkers, there was no decent heavy weapons at all. On the artillery positions behind the trenches, the howitzers originally used to provide support for the defense line were completely useless at this time. Some soldiers were busy pulling them away with armored vehicles and trucks.

Can such a preparatory defense line withstand the Soviet army's tide of attack?

Lynn felt that unless there were powerful reinforcements coming from the rear in time, sticking to it was just an unrealistic luxury.

Seeing the "butcher" stop, Lin En stopped. The food he had eaten in the past two days was about a normal lunch. He was half-hungry and half-hungry, and he felt even more exhausted after a break. He looked ahead. Dozens of Soviet tanks and thousands of infantry were ruthlessly crushing and trampling on his position that he had been holding for two days. The gunshots and explosions gradually weakened. It seemed that the Soviets were already clearing the battlefield. Looking northeast, the castle that had perhaps been standing for hundreds of years finally turned into a pile of ruins. The flashing flames and the smoke of gunpowder mean that fighting was still going on around it, but the Soviet tanks and infantry were surrounding the flanks. Looking southeast, the Soviet infantry had rushed into the woods, and the German positions there were probably also broken.
Chapter completed!