A wall of fire divided the city of Mozyr. The Germans were still pouring gasoline into the river, making the wall of fire grow longer and longer as the river flowed.

"The bridge has exploded and a wall of fire has formed. Russians, how dare you cross the river? What are you using to cross the river? Burn them all to death!" Faced with his masterpiece, division commander Borisman actually laughed at the wall of fire and shouted from time to time.

The arrogance of the comrades was clearly demonstrated, and it was clear that the performance of the 74th Division just now could be described as collapse at the first touch.

Hunter cursed: "You can only survive under the protection of the collapsed bridge and the wall of fire."

In the end, the Soviet offensive momentum was successfully contained, unless these Russians thought that they could successfully pass through the burning river before being burned to death. The pilot took a deep breath, and both himself and the train station settled down, even though the air was filled with burning gasoline.

Why should I care about the stench?

Likewise, the battle also gave Kovpak a huge shock.

He never thought that he could successfully enter a city with only 6,000 men at hand. He was not an arrogant person. After blowing up the bridge, the troops would digest the results obtained in a surprise attack, and the mission would be completed.

Unexpectedly, the enemy actually blew up the bridge himself and created a wall of fire.

Kovpak also let out a sigh of relief: "It's good that you are so cowardly, at least I don't have to worry about you breaking through the fire wall and launching a sneak attack on our troops who are searching for loot!"

In a sense, the actions of the German army gave both sides a win-win situation. The wall of fire was like a referee, forcing the two sides to declare a truce. Then after the Soviet Union and Germany suspended the fighting, their respective actions would definitely determine their respective orders.

Originally, Kovpak had an indescribable taboo against siege warfare. Even though he completely occupied the city of Mozyri in Henan (it was only 9:30 in the morning when the wall of fire burned), he had no intention of defending the city, and he did not even want to

Stay here a little longer.

Kovpak met with Balzen, who seemed to have emerged from the ground: "We have achieved the purpose of the operation, and our army should withdraw from the city. You have made contributions to our army's operation. What do you think of my decision?"

"Evacuate the city? This..." Balzen hesitated, "Don't you want to seize some loot, such as some firearms and ammunition that can be seen everywhere, and then evacuate?"

"Of course! Of course we have to search, not just for weapons and ammunition. I found that this area of ​​the city has obviously become the enemy's dormitory. I have arranged for people to start the search. I think you should also order your subordinates to join the search and do everything possible.

Take what daily necessities you can!”

Balzen nodded: "I will. We should also report this victory to our superiors. You should understand that our final task is to try to induce the main force of the German army besieging Lechica to return to Mozyr. Whether this tactical goal is achieved,

I don't know.

We must ask the Army Group for instructions on whether and when to withdraw, and we must obey General Berekov's orders."

Kovpak nodded: "I will obey the order."

A large-scale search in the southern city of Mozyri began. The entire operation was carried out under the backdrop of a wall of fire and endless smoke. All soldiers participating in the search were extremely vigilant. After all, who could guarantee the search?

, there will be no exchange of fire with dying or hiding enemies?

The heroic sniper Natasha, so far in the battle, her confirmed record is an increase of thirty-one people, and Igor's statistics have made it a real record.

The ability to annihilate this number of enemies in one battle was only possible because of the German machine gunners who kept firing desperately.

So far, Natasha's record has reached 397. Although this record is much worse than that of the White God of Death, Simon Haye. But she is still a child. An underage Soviet girl has accomplished such a feat.

As a result, her name has been recorded in history.

It can be said that every time she goes into battle, she will be able to significantly refresh her record. Now she is only short of the goal of annihilating 400 enemies with the last three results.

Thinking of this, Natasha, who was searching the battlefield, suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"My dear, don't be too utilitarian. The battle is suspended now, so be extremely careful when searching the battlefield. Don't let your competitiveness sway you, but be careful of the enemy's black guns!"

Natasha nodded: "Uncle Igor, thank you for your advice. I'm just a little sorry."

"My statistics are very accurate, but don't forget that since Comrade Comrade Commissioner landed, he ordered to delete hundreds of your annihilation results that lacked evidence. If you add that, you have already eliminated 500 enemies.

.In this way you have avenged the death of five hundred compatriots!"

"Well, the superiors need evidence of annihilating the enemy. I can understand that." Natasha shook her little blond head, "Forget it, if I find that an enemy is stubbornly resisting, I will shoot him directly. This will increase my results.

Already."

"Hey! My dear, don't be blinded by the killing, be careful at all times. Remember, even if you are a wounded soldier, he can kill you by pulling a grenade."

"Then I have to be careful!" The girl quickly put the gun behind her back and pulled out the Tokarev pistol gifted by Yang Mingzhi from her waist.

Igor also held the cartridge of the Popod submachine gun tightly, and the two soldiers, one large and one small, began a tense and exciting battlefield search.

Soldiers inspected every house to obtain important clothing, leather boots, sheets, and even iron spoons and forks.

Their actions are more like a dangerous treasure hunt. They want to find good things, but also find the enemy's wounded and directly hit them.

The Soviet Army's "Infantry Drill Code" clearly states that the killing of prisoners of war is prohibited. For Kovpak, he does not have to implement this pamphlet, especially when it comes to the treatment of prisoners of war. When he led his troops to fight in Ukraine, the prisoners captured were never

They were all shot or hanged after interrogation. Yes, as a guerrilla, why should we use the discipline of the regular army to restrain ourselves?

As a result, sporadic gunfire continued to echo in the city, and the soldiers began to eliminate the dying enemy casualties, and after completing the replenishment, they took away the military boots of the dead bodies.

On the streets full of rubble, dead German soldiers could be seen everywhere. As for the victims of the Soviet army, they were pulled out of the city by their comrades and buried on the spot outside the city. Because there were always comrades happily climbing out of the half-collapsed buildings.

He took out some trophies, which greatly stimulated Natasha's possessiveness.

She even felt a hint of hunting. If she entered the building with a gun, she might encounter enemy remnants, but wouldn't she also be able to find a large amount of daily necessities?

As a woman, Natasha did need a lot of daily necessities, especially close-fitting clothing. She guessed that there were only men in Mozyr. Due to the despicable habits of the German army, there must be some women who provided special services for them.

Natasha was not ashamed of this kind of behavior, but if those women escaped, it would be very important to her to take the clothes left behind and use them for her own use.

"This is it! Let's go in and investigate." Natasha said.

"Here? That's fine. Load the pistol and keep your eyes open."

The girl nodded, and then pulled out the dagger from her waist.

She held the dagger tightly in her left hand, and her right hand holding the gun rested on her left wrist. Igor glanced at her with relief: "Haha, you really look like a veteran. Be careful, the recoil is very serious when shooting with one hand."

"It doesn't matter. If you can't kill the remaining enemy with one shot, I will pierce his neck immediately with my dagger."

Igor shrugged. He really didn't like Natasha's powerful declaration just now. After all, this child is not even seventeen years old. How can she still fight the enemy at close range?

Igor made a conscious decision, cautiously holding a submachine gun, and entered the dim building first.

What the two people entered was actually a department store. When the German army occupied the place, the department store still performed the same function, but the store owner became a civilian who immigrated from Germany, and the sales targets became German soldiers. In this case, the two people

People know nothing at all.

It wasn't until the two of them explored deeply that they not only discovered that this was a small store, but also found that there were some scattered goods on the counter.

"Haha! There are actually cigarettes!" Igor was overjoyed, "This is really a good thing."

"Cigarettes excite men, I don't like them at all."

"Of course." As he said that, Igor quickly stuffed the more than ten packs of cigarettes he found into his pocket, picked up two more packs from the dusty ground, and stuffed them into Natasha's backpack.

"Uncle, I told you, I don't need this thing."

"Of course you don't need it, but someone does."

"who is it?"

"Of course it's Belekov. You treat him like a second father. You gave him cigarettes as a gift..."

"Ah!" The girl's excitement was clearly written on her face. After being awakened, her whole body suddenly became greedy. At least Igor felt that she was indeed greedy.

"Uncle, how about you give me some of the cigarettes you found? I also want to..."

"no!"

"Why?! Aren't you afraid that I will complain to the commander?"

Natasha thought this would scare Igor, but he slapped her down: "My dear, I will tell the commander that you insist on entering the building to search, putting yourself in danger. Do you want me to shut up? Then don't mention it again.

About the cigarettes. Let me tell you, as a man, these things naturally belong to me. My dear, please consider me."

"Okay." Natasha quickly changed the topic, "There are still some pieces of bread here. Although they are stained with dust, it is perfectly fine to wipe them and eat them."

Things became a little funny. Just now, the two of them were discussing the dangers of entering the building to search. Now, in this small store, because they found a lot of supplies that each of them needed, the two of them did not proceed cautiously.

Search instead of taking the time to stuff things into your backpack.

Bread, cans, and even two sets of razors were found by Igor.

"Haha! This thing is better than cigarettes!"

"Huh? What is that?" Natasha, who was half-kneeling on the ground just picking up cans, asked curiously.

Igor didn't say anything. He opened the aluminum box, took out the folding knife inside, looked at the small mirror on the back of the aluminum box, and actually shaved his face full of stubble.

This surprised Natasha: "I have seen the commander shave with a dagger. I still remember that he once asked me to get a lancet to use as a razor."

The girl said that the listener was interested. Igor smiled and immediately threw an aluminum box over: "The commander saved your life. Since he is short of razors, you should also give him this set. As for me now

It’s for my use, it’s my personal belongings.”

They were writhing in the dark room, making quite a lot of noise. Suddenly, there seemed to be a strange noise coming from another room.

Natasha did relax her vigilance, but fortunately she was not too nervous. The unusual noise frightened her so much that she immediately threw a deflated can, holding a dagger in one hand and a gun in the other, and prepared to fight in a half-kneeling posture.

"Oops! Looks like there's something going on!" Igor regretted that he was so busy looking for trophies just now that he exposed his undefended back to potential enemies.

He held the submachine gun and flicked his neck: "It seems it came from that room."

"Would you like to throw a grenade?" Natasha asked, "I have two more."

"No need, let's go quietly!"

The two of them hunched their backs against the wall and moved to the ajar wooden door of the room. Igor slowly pushed the wooden door open with the muzzle of his gun, leaning over to peek with one eye.
To be continued...