Chapter 29 Ants bite the elephant

From its appearance to its disappearance, the two German fighters remained in Linn's sight for only five or six minutes. The sudden change not only overwhelmed him, but also caught the Soviet armored troops on the road off guard. Two aviation bombs with ordinary size and power fell on the road. They directly overturned a T-34 and injured several Soviet tanks around. There is no doubt that the top was also the weakest part of the Soviet tank armor. The machine guns on the German planes fired along the road for a while, causing damage to at least seven or eight Soviet tanks. For a time, thick smoke was everywhere on the road, and the Soviet tank columns blocked in the road even began to retreat slowly.

A smallest air strike had an immeasurable impact on the German infantry's battle to block Soviet tanks - how to maximize the impact into combat results, Lin Neng was still thinking about how to maximize the impact, and Lieutenant Huzha had already given the answer with a straight posture and a loud slogan!

Hearing the order to attack, the "butcher" was indeed the first to get up and rush down the hillside. Except for the duo operating machine guns, the German infantry all threw themselves into the attack without hesitation. Such decisive momentum made Lin En feel very moved. Just because of a moment of hesitation, he fell behind again, followed the scattered line with a rifle, but slipped on the hillside. An inexplicable annoyance rushed into his chest, but wasn't it a pleasure to encounter similar situations in the past?

The attacking team did not see the figure of Lieutenant Husaw. Lin Neng got up and ran forward, but also "take the time" to look back. It turned out that Lieutenant Husaw had already run to the anti-tank combat team, and directly commanded them to fight with his mouth and land. Seeing this scene, Lin Neng immediately felt that as a battlefield commander, he should grasp the key points like this when he could not take into account all aspects of his clone!

After the adjustment of Lieutenant Wuzha, the two groups of German infantry, using "Iron Fist" and "Tank Killer", respectively, rushed through the woods to attack the first Soviet tank, while the remaining three anti-tank combat teams went in the opposite direction to support their companions who were in the attack.

Since he had already started the attack, Lin Neng did not dare to be too distracted and ran hard on the snow. With less than 200 infantrymen using ordinary guns to attack an armored unit with dozens of tanks, self-propelled artillery and combat infantry, this seems to be like hitting a stone with an egg, but many examples of fighting against the strong in history have revealed to future generations that the difference between strength and weakness is relative. As long as the best fighter is grasped, the weak can reverse and win.

The woods are often an ideal place to hide the truth. The German infantry shouted and threw themselves into the attack. From outside the woods, it seemed that countless enemies rushed towards them. The Soviet soldiers were psychologically defeated first. At a very close distance, the artillery of the Soviet tanks was no longer able to exert their power, and the machine gun firepower was greatly weakened by the trees in the forest. The German soldiers decisively dropped several grenades before they were about to rush out of the woods. Their explosions had no power to the Soviet tanks at all.

The threat greatly hindered the sight of the Soviet tankers and the accompanying infantry, causing their already panic and nervous mentality to be hit harder. With the past as a prelude, the German infantry bravely rushed to the highway, and in a moment they used rifles and submachine guns to kill the Soviet infantry who were fighting and trying to retreat. In this case, the Soviet tanks that could only move in a small range became turtles in the jar. Several tried to withdraw, but in return they were only "intimate" collisions with their companions.

Killing turtles seems easy, but if you hold only a needle in your hand, it is really a problem to kill turtles whose heads and limbs are retracted into your shell. Fortunately, there is no shortage of veterans with rich combat experience among the German infantry. They have experienced the cruelest attack and defense of the war, sharpened their tenacious will, and obtained corresponding combat skills. In their hands, a bottle of gasoline can make the T-34 fall into bed, and a grenade has the opportunity to clean the tank internally. In addition, there are also "not a solution" for blowing up tracks, blocking air outlets, and attacking observation holes. In short, as long as there is enough time and space, they have a way to kill the Soviet tanks in front of them one by one!

Before he could rush out of the woods, the bullet fired from a Soviet tank in front of him blocked Linn behind a big tree. The chirping sound of the bullet drilling into the trunk still made him feel nervous. Although he was no longer blindly subordinated to intuition, Linn still leaned on the back of the big tree with rapid breathing, raised his right hand high and lowered his left hand. The angle formed by the Mauser rifle and the ground was greater than 60 degrees. In the case where he felt that the threat had gone away

Next, he turned left carefully and looked at the head: the damn T-34 was slowly adjusting the direction through the movement of the track. The coaxial machine gun of the main gun sprayed a vicious flame outward, and the stud on the left side of the front of the vehicle was also hissing, and the barrel and shield were moving very clearly horizontally. The bullet that had just left the muzzle flew in sight with an orange-red light, threatening every German infantry who was put into battle.

"The Russians who should go to hell!"

While retracting his head, Lin Neng cursed viciously in his heart. Several bullets suddenly whizzed by less than 20 cm from his cheeks. Even the slightly frozen facial skin could faintly feel the stirring airflow, and there was an extremely strong sense in his mind: you can't go out rashly now, as you will be shot into a sieve by the machine gun of the Soviet tank when you go out!

Although he felt that this was due to fear, Lin Neng would rather convince himself to be cautious. He turned his head to the right and looked behind the Soviet tank column. The Soviet tanks and soldiers who were not directly attacked by German infantry would certainly not sit idly by the trapped companions, and the shells could not play a role. Some armored soldiers simply stood on the tank bodies and even turrets, holding submachine guns and accompanying infantrymen to shoot the German infantry who rushed into their armored columns. They were blocked by tanks at a distance of hundreds of meters. Their attack did not immediately achieve obvious killing effects. However, it can be foreseeable that as time goes by, the German side, whose troops are at an absolute disadvantage, will soon fall back into passiveness, and it is particularly important to seize the opportunity of attack and retreat.

Turning back to the left, Lin En saw the lieutenant hunching up here. His current ability was not enough to help the commander choose the timing accurately. Thinking of this, he lowered his head and pushed the meter to a 100-meter grid, took a deep breath, turned right 90 degrees, and took the gun to make it level with his shoulders. The sight of the sight was placed on a mortar brown figure squatting on the tank turret in the distance. He held his breath and exerted force. After one sixth of a second, the guy fell directly from the turret.

The left hand held the rifle downward, the buttress still pressed against the chest and shoulders, and the right hand quickly pulled the bolt to complete the retracting. In the process of resetting, the left hand held the rifle upward, aiming at the earth-brown figure on the side of the same tank turret again. The Soviet soldier was not disturbed by his companions' shot, and still focused on aiming at the gun and shooting. The "bobosha" in his hand trembled every two seconds, and the slightly white smoke dissipated as the bullet came out of the bore.

The guy was ruthlessly shooting his companion. With this gratitude, Lin Neng slightly raised his sight, held his breath, and exerted force, and it was still one-sixth of a second. He saw a small ball of blood splashing from the front of the Soviet-made 1940 steel helmet on the man's head. This reminded Lin Neng of the situation where the special forces on TV trained to shoot with watermelon.

After two consecutive soldiers were hit, the surrounding Soviet infantry became alert. However, it was not easy to find an enemy shooter on a battlefield with extremely complicated conditions. This time, Lin Neng finally moved a small step horizontally, used the shadow of the tree trunk to block part of his body, and completed the necessary process of firing a manual rifle again in a coherent posture. If it was the US m1 semi-automatic rifle, with these skills, it had probably fired all 8 bullets. Even if it was not guaranteed to hit the shot, Lin Neng could kill at least three or four of them at his current level.

Lynn did not complain about this at all. The manual rifle naturally had its incomparable texture and feel. More importantly, Lynn was originally a young man who loved military affairs. However, due to well-known restrictions, he had only touched the gun twice during military training in college in the twenty-one years he had spent. Whenever he saw foreign military enthusiasts squandering in the shooting range, he thought that if he could own a gun, even the oldest single-shot rifle. Now that his wish has finally come true, how could he dislike the incoherence of Mauser's 98k shooting?

The brass shell with residual heat rolled longitudinally from the height of the adult's head, falling silently on the ground covered with snow. Lynn took half a step left and raised his gun to aim. It was easy to find a life-and-death guy on the turret of another Soviet tank. He was wearing the round leather hat of the Soviet tank soldier, with only his upper body outside the hatch, holding the "bobosha" flat in his hand, and shooting without aiming.
Chapter completed!