Chapter 15: Gasp ()

When entering this unknown village, Lin En became a "clay man" who performed performance art. Nothing was clean from head to toe. Even the hair was covered with slabs of mud. Whenever he jumped, he saw mud shavings falling down.

On the cruel battlefield, the appearance has retreated to a very secondary position. Look at the officers and soldiers who have retreated from the front positions, their bodies are covered with mud, oil and even blood stains. For them, being able to survive is more important than anything else!

With fatigue and soreness, Lin En followed the "butcher" to sit on the ground outside a wooden and stone-structured steep house. After a while, a soldier with a clean and tidy military uniform came with a half-large basket in his left hand and a wooden barrel in his right hand. The basket contained many fist-sized bread, which contained vegetable soup - except for a few leaves and sporadic oil. Although it was less than noon, for those who were always half-hungry and half-full on the front line, and had walked a long way in the morning and were on the verge of death several times, eating a piece of bread soaked in hot soup was a great gift from God.

Without saying a word, the "butcher" untied the lunch box with one hand, served the soup and took another piece of bread, as if losing a few fingers on his left hand had no effect on him at all. But looking at his companion's actions, Lin En was so sad that he almost shed tears. He endured the huge sadness that had risen in his heart, took out the lunch box that had been deformed, silently served the soup and took the bread, imitating the "butcher" to put the lunch box on his knees, tore the bread into small pieces and soaked it in the soup, and then calmly swept them all into his stomach as if he was enjoying a big meal.

After eating and drinking, Lin En looked up at the small village with only about twenty houses. Due to the arrival of hundreds of defeated soldiers, the village where some soldiers were already stationed seemed a little crowded, but there were no few people walking around casually on the only two crossroads. The officers and soldiers with a embarrassed face were sitting or lying, mostly closing their eyes to rest. After experiencing a turbulent morning, a moment of breathing seemed precious.

After resting for ten minutes, Lynn then removed his bobosha and bullet bulge from his back, put it next to him, and pulled out the ingenious Mauser military pistol from his belt. The "butcher" saw the gun, so he took it from Lynn and took a look. Because the lost finger on his left hand could no longer help, he clamped the barrel of the Mauser pistol with his left elbow, first withdrew a bullet from the barrel, and then pressed the bullet head against the gun.

The magazine clamping bamboo shoots were pulled back, and the bracket plate and the spring were removed. Then the hammer was adjusted, and while pushing up and pulling out the hammer backwards, the entire pistol was broken into parts. The "butcher" picked up the hammer part of the metal lighter and looked carefully, lifting it and said a few words to Lin Lililolo. Although Lin Ren couldn't understand the specific content, he knew where the problem with the gun was.

Even with one-handed operation, the speed of the "butcher" spearing the gun still made Lynn amazed. After reinstalling the Mauser pistol, he handed it to Lynn and said another sentence - poor Lynn had to nod his head as though he had understood it, and inserted the wreck gun into his belt again, which he regarded as a treasure.

"Hey, the pig slaughter!"

A familiar voice came, and Lin En and the "butcher" looked at each other, and saw two big earrings carrying "bobosha" walking over quickly. They were both subordinates of the "butcher". After experiencing that terrible "road to death", there were still 9 people in the combat squad this morning, and I'm afraid there were only 4 of them left!

Seeing that the "butcher" was bandaged with a handkerchief, one of the soldiers immediately took out the first aid kit to help him deal with it. During the whole process, the "butcher" still said nothing, and when he saw the broken root of his finger again, Lin En felt depressed and uncomfortable.

After the wound was treated, the two soldiers talked to the "butcher" for a moment, then sat down and rested against the wall. If they could just bask in the sun until dusk, this might become the most beautiful time that Lin En had spent in the past three days. However, less than half an hour later, a shrill anti-aircraft alarm sounded. The officer with relatively neat uniforms used voices and gestures to guide the soldiers around the village at the intersection. Lin En originally wanted to help the "butcher", but was

He shook his hand away, and the guy stood up stubbornly, grabbed the submachine gun he had never changed before and ran forward. Lynn grabbed his weapon and followed him closely with the other two soldiers. After about 400 meters, they arrived at the trench north of the village - it did not dig more than two meters deep like the frontier positions that Lynn had stayed before, and the trench walls were not reinforced with wooden strips, and there were some mud and water that could not exceed the foot at the bottom of the trench.

I found a location with fewer soldiers in the trenches, and the "butcher" sat down completely regardless of the mud and water on the ground.

It's not good to have wet butts in the middle of winter, but the close-fitting clothes are already sweat mixed with mud, so Lin En and the others don't care about "soaking" for a while. The wet trenches can still shine in some sunshine, which has brought some positive emotions to the German soldiers who have just experienced the test of life and death. So when groups of Soviet fighter jets flew over, everyone looked up at the sky as if nothing had happened, and could hardly see anyone's faces with fear. At this time, the seven German tanks that had previously slammed the Soviet tank troops on the positions around the village. Their white camouflage was obviously used to avoid enemy air strikes - just find a forest and use mud and sand to block the surrounding track marks. Even if the Soviet pilots opened their eyes wide, it would be difficult to find their traces!

Before the Soviet fighter jets began to drop bombs, the rumbling sound of gunfires had already sounded, and most of the black smoke groups generated by the explosion of anti-aircraft artillery shells were located in medium and low altitudes, while Soviet aircraft bombing was also very different from the picture. In the movie, the Western Allied forces in neat formations of bombs were dropped at high altitudes: dozens of fighter jets roared at a height that was only slightly higher than the treetops, attacking German ground artillery fire with small aviation bombs or air guns, and single-wing single-engine light bombers and striking aircraft then flew at basically the same height, attacking German villages and positions with ordinary aviation bombs and machine guns. After that, dozens of single-wing twin-engine medium bombers flew at a faster speed, with an altitude of approximately between two hundred and four hundred meters. Although each dropped a string of bombs, the number was much less than the Allied heavy bombers.

In just a few minutes, tons of bombs fell to the village, shaking the ground and buildings with the momentum of devouring everything. The spire house where Lin En and his friends were sitting were directly hit by a black bomb. The huge wooden and stone structure building collapsed in an instant in the violent explosion, and the stone chips on the roof and walls were thrown into the distance! Looking at this scene, it is difficult for people who are still in the village to have a way out unless they squat in the deep cellar.

When the explosion was most intense, like the German soldiers in the trenches, Lynn stuffed his ears tightly to reduce the burden on his eardrums. After enduring multiple shellings and bombings for three consecutive days, he had clearly felt that his hearing had declined severely. It is still unknown whether he could fully recover in the future, but it is basically certain that if this continues, hearing damage may become permanent.

The sound of bomb explosions overwhelmed everything, but the German air defense fire was still firing. Near the trench where Lynn and others were staying, a four-unit machine gun arranged on the edge of the woods with a large number of branches and leaves were roaring hard. Several large-eared steel helmets in gray uniforms carried and loaded ammunition for machine guns regardless of enemy planes' strafing. Apart a hundred meters, a single-tube anti-aircraft gun was also firing at the air at a speed of dozens of rounds per minute. The German soldiers responsible for the supply of ammunition were also busy. With their efforts, two Soviet aircraft were soon

They were shot down. They were both single-wing double-engine structures, and the outlines seemed to be subtle. Lynn has been studying German and American equipment in World War II, and the text and pictures and materials in this area were relatively rich. Due to various reasons, the Chinese materials of Soviet equipment in the same era were often crude, with differences and even contradictory points in different books. In addition to the differences between three-dimensional objects and plane pictures, Lynn could only roughly speculate that it was a medium-sized bomber of the Soviet army's SB or Tu series, but it could also be an I-4 or an Allied bomber to aid the Soviet Union.

From the outflow of the Soviet plane until the end of the bombing, there was no German fighter plane in the sky. It was not until the return group of Soviet bombers gradually left the attack range of German ground artillery fire. Two teams of gray-green-coated fighters appeared in the north sky. They dived from high altitude, as fast as short arrows shot from a powerful crossbow. The Soviets were not unprepared, and the fighters flying with the bombers immediately left the large formation to fight. Against the sun, Lin Neng narrowed his eyes and counted. His fighter planes were roughly at a disadvantage of one to two, hoping that the air combat result would not be completely one-sided like in the morning. Unfortunately, there was a small wood less than 20 meters east of the trench, which just blocked it.
Chapter completed!