Chapter 3: War is inflamed ()

"Racing drivers may not be able to control t-34, but a good t-34 driver will definitely become an excellent racer!"

This was Lynn's joke when he was playing the world of tanks in his early years. He never expected that he would face such a tough steel chariot on the real battlefield one day. What's more terrible is that he neither sat on the "tiger" nor a "leopard" to control, and even the No. 4 tank became a luxury. In this bad battlefield, he was just an infantryman, holding a Mauser rifle, carrying dozens of 7.92mm pointed bullets, and there was a bayonet in the scabbard tied with the armed belt, that's all.

The cruel battle in front of us continued, the grenades hit the T-34 like raindrops, and the light and heavy firearms were also shooting desperately, but except for the two "iron fists" and several bundles of cluster grenades that played a role, the rest were like scratching the Soviet tanks through the shoe. The big guys with white paint mercilessly ran over the first trench of the German army, and the second trench less than 30 meters apart was where Linn was!

In front of the tank, an ordinary rifle is like a fire stick. Lynn stood in the battle position at a loss, without retreating, but did not continue shooting. At this moment, his mind was blank. In games and novels, he had imagined n ways to eliminate opponent tanks, but when he was in it one day, those if they all turned into clouds!

pound...

The explosion at a very close distance sounded completely different from when it was a little far away. The heat wave arrived in an instant, and the tiny debris made the exposed skin feel tingling. In a blink of an eye, a T-34 located about 20 meters in front of Linn's right turned into a fireball, and the burning flames illuminated a large area, allowing him to clearly see the real details of a Soviet tank: the proudly extending gun barrel, the integrated turret, the wide and tall body, the gear clay plate, tracks, and steel wheels.

For a murder tool, the roughness of the craft does not matter, the key is to be solid enough; the quality of manipulation does not matter, as long as you run smoothly enough, turn fast enough, and travel far enough, that's enough!

When the enemy in front of him was killed, Lin En's heart had not yet been ignited with a slight joy. Another T-34 rushed up under the rapid rotation of the track. The majestic momentum made the people standing opposite the battlefield fearful. When the machine gun on the front of the vehicle burst out with orange flames, the unlucky guy who didn't want to die like this finally lowered his head and retracted into the trenches at the first time. He had already chosen to give up in his heart: Just be captured, the battlefield is really not something that ordinary people can stand up!

Amid the deafening roar, the first Soviet tank ran over the trench less than 10 meters apart. Lin Neng leaned weakly in the trench and looked at the people who were also huddled at the bottom of the trench. Not far away, a guy held his head tightly with his hands, looking even more cowardly than himself. Some people were still motionless, not knowing whether they were killed or chose to give up like themselves.

At this moment, someone rushed past Lynn, as fast as a gust of wind. Lynn looked closely and saw that wasn't a "butcher"?

The "butcher" had no time to scold the group of soft-boys under his command. He lowered his head and bowed his waist, held a submachine gun in his left hand, and a fire-filled soju bottle in his right hand. When another Soviet tank ran over the trenches, he suddenly slowed down and stood up at the same time. The pause seemed to be weighing the best time. In a moment, he struggled to throw the bottle at the back of the Soviet tank. After completing this action, he bowed slightly and stared at the tank with his eyes.

Lynn, who was less than 5 meters apart, was like sitting in a cinema to watch a 3D blockbuster during the whole process, clearly and truly. Two or three seconds later, a fireball rose from the rear of the Soviet tank that was about to leave sight. Compared to the explosion that occurred after the shell hit, the fireball was ignited much milder. However, Lynn, who is keen on studying historical battle examples and likes to appreciate World War II blockbusters, knew that using a moor bottle to attack the radiator vent of the rear engine of the tank was a more effective infantry anti-tank method. If it was successful, it would cause the tank to be shut down. However, if it was to make the Soviet tank using diesel engines burn, the probability would usually not be too high.

After attacking a T-34, the "butcher" did not intend to stop. He quickly ran north along the trench, picked up a bag from a corpse with a large earring helmet with one hand, and then leaned over the trench and looked out. After a moment, he seemed to have seen the black cat of a mouse, and crawled out with extremely rapid and dexterous movements.

Lin En quickly turned his head, but could no longer see the "butcher". Although he was hit by this guy, he was a companion in a trench, and his lips were dead and his teeth were cold. At this time, he felt uneasy.

The sound of gunfire and explosions outside the trench were still extremely fierce. I don’t know if the flashes of fire were grenades, shells or incendiary bombs. After two minutes, a loud bang from the sky suddenly came from the front of the trench, which made Lin Neng’s eardrum hurt. In a moment, someone rolled into the trench with his hands and feet. When Lin Neng saw who else could be there besides the “butcher”!

Looking at the "butcher" lying on the ground and gasping, Lin En could imagine the heroic actions of this guy just now. In addition to admiration and gratitude, he was also curious about what this guy had in his head: treating his subordinates roughly, killing his opponents cruelly, and standing up at a critical moment. Is this a realistic picture of the German fighting spirit?

Just as Lin En was full of doubts, the "butcher" climbed up in quick movements, slapped the soil, turned around, and then swept his eyes fiercely, squatting or sitting at the bottom of the trench, waved his right hand angrily, and shouted:

"Ferserze-Kovac!"

Hearing the order of the battle, Lynn grabbed the gun in a reflexive manner, and did not think much about it. He directly took the gun and stood on the steps. In his sight, there were as many as 20 or 30 Soviet tanks that forced the first trench to run over, but the massacre of infantry by tanks did not take place. Molotov cocktails with fire flew out from the trenches or other corners one after another. Several tanks had already ignited fires, just like crazy bulls with tails on fire. Some of the fires were not too big, and the machine guns on the tanks were roaring, while soldiers wearing large-eared steel helmets were rushing up from the side and back regardless of their own.

The Soviet infantry, who were attacking the tanks, had already rushed to the first trench. Seeing soldiers wearing Soviet-made 1940 steel helmets still coming in a steady stream, Lin Neng seemed to be suddenly caught in a demon, not being disturbed by the bullets and shrapnel flying around him. Her shoulders were tightly pressed against the stock like a rock, and quickly pulled the bolt, fired, and fired. The figures dozens of meters away suddenly fell backwards. Five bullets were shot, and he squatted down slightly and loaded the bullets quickly. In this way, he fired five bullets, and then five more rounds...

I don't know how long it took, but Lin En seemed to wake up from his sleep. He was surprised to find that he had fired all the bullets he could find, but he didn't remember how many enemies he had hit. Looking around the front, most of the Soviet tanks rushing into the position had turned into scrap iron. Some had obviously deformed appearances and seemed to be directly exploded by anti-tank guns or anti-tank rocket launchers; some hatches were wide open, and several corpses were distributed in various strange postures next to the car body and body; some turned into burning bonfires, illuminating the residual snow on the muddy ground.

The sight moved forward, and the scene surprised Lin En even more: the first trench was covered with corpses. You should know that before the Soviet tanks rushed into the position, there were only large and small craters and mud. Under the fire, he could vaguely identify that most of these corpses were wearing Soviet helmets, in earth-brown military uniforms or white cloaks, and probably died of machine gun fire. As for the tragic close-up combat, most of the warriors were in the already silent first trench!

With both sides suffering heavy casualties, the Soviet attack continued. On the hillside in front of the first trench, twenty or thirty Soviet tanks were still rumbled forward. Their bodies exposed to flares were huge and heavy, and the long gun barrels were also equipped with huge retreat devices. The shells and bullets hit the front were not enough to stop their progress. Every anger of the cannons made a deafening roar. Under the cover of these tanks, thousands of soldiers wore the Soviet army's iconic 1940 steel helmets, light-colored cloaks, with rifles and bobosan in their hands, and Ulaola rushed forward.

This is called going one after another and looking at death!
Chapter completed!