Chapter 58: It’s not that enemies don’t get together

Sleeping on a bombarded position?

This sounds incredible, but if a person is in an excited state of combat for more than 20 hours in a row, no matter how much energy it stores, it will be consumed at one time. However, Lin En would not turn a deaf ear to the sound of cannons on the position, and fall asleep with an explosion. He wrapped a thick blanket and curled up at the bottom of the trench, with a "butcher" next to him. As long as the enemy does not attack or charge, he will close his eyes, either sleeping or waking up. After eating and drinking, his body gradually warms up, and the cold and hard ground turns into a comfortable bed. In this way, half of the morning, he finally heard gunshots and fighting slogans in his ears. With deep fatigue, Lin En got up. When the Soviet soldiers crossed the river, he fucked mp44 and shot at 20 shots. After 30 bullets came down, he also shot at at least 20 eyes.

But there was no trace of joy on his face. Before the "Night Warriors" evacuated, they left a hundred bullets for themselves. Taking advantage of the battle, Lynn squatted under the trenches and filled the bullets into the magazine, yawning while loading them. This posture did not look like a war, but a "business ape" who passed the time in the office. He filled two boxes of bullets, loaded a box on the assault rifle, stuffed a box into the cool-wind ammunition bag, and got up and returned to the edge of the trenches. The Soviet army's attack was still a big scene, with a large investment, and there were fifty or sixty tanks and self-propelled artillery, which made the German armored soldiers envious. The German defenders on the north bank rely on the riverbank terrain and limited anti-tank power to block each anti-tank gun and every anti-tank rocket launcher were used, but the moor bottle could be ignored at all costs.

Da...da...da...da...

For Lynn, who is not familiar with vocal music, the crisp gunshots made when shooting at mp44 points are simply more wonderful than any instrument in the world. On the battlefield at the end of World War II, he really couldn't find a more convenient infantry weapon - the Garland M1 of the US Army? It was a bare stick in front of it. The Soviet "Poposha" of the Soviet Army? It was a thick line playing method without connotation. The British Army's "Sden"? Well, that's also called a craft?

With one bullet, Lynn added at least ten Soviet officers and soldiers to the shooting list, and a considerable number of wounded personnel temporarily or permanently withdraw from the battle. Such amazing efficiency is not a flash in the pan. On the arduous and outstanding Eastern Front battlefield, there are many unknown German soldiers who have performed similarly. However, as ordinary members of the combat troops, their record cannot be calculated according to the sniper model, and there is no witness who can stand by and count.

In fact, no matter the final outcome of the war, they are the real mainstay on the battlefield!

The fierce positional offensive and defensive battle lasted for more than 40 minutes. The tenacious German army was almost resisting the Soviet attack with flesh and blood. The combination of will and skills finally defeated the dual advantages of quantity and firepower. Although two batches of Soviet fighter jets flew over the battlefield in the middle, they were powerless to fight the stalemate battle on the ground. After the battle, they came to bomb and strafuse again, but except for the collapse of the two and a half-story villa, they still did not help the offensive of their own ground troops.

As the battle entered a gap of uncertain time, Lin En did not sleep anymore, but turned around the trench and collected a little ammunition for himself. Then he sat in his original position and studied the two "divine books" in his hand eagerly, and pulled the "butcher" to practice without hesitation. In the eyes of the "butcher", a soldier who originally spoke very well in German suddenly buried his head in learning the most basic German. It is natural to be curious, but there are all kinds of strange things on the battlefield, and the collapse, madness, and crazy troops have appeared due to pressure and fear. In contrast, the language "deafness" is not so difficult to accept. Moreover, a group of brothers have lived together for a long time and are very familiar with each other's appearance and expression. If someone is thrown away, the "butcher" cannot be able to recognize it.

From dawn, the sound of gunfire from far and near had almost stopped. However, the Soviet army on the opposite side seemed very calm after the attack was set in the morning until lunch. Lin Neng, who was busy learning language skills, did not pay much attention to this. He just occasionally thought that the Soviet armored unit he raided last night happened to be divided to attack this place, and the support was weak, so the Soviet army's offensive was naturally affected. However, judging from the momentum, the Soviet army was still launching wave after wave of offensives in other parts of the river front. I don't know how the situation in Horgen Town and other positions were. There was also the German tank unit I saw when I was passing by the woods in a half-track armored vehicle last night. They were just a firefighting team on the front, or a reserve force used to launch a strong counterattack against the Soviet crossing forces.

The lunch was still hot soup and half a piece of bread. The treatment was obviously more generous than Lynn's previous few days. But when I thought about it, this might just show that the German army could no longer retreat, so we had to do our best to defend the defense line along the river. The command center even took out supplies at the bottom of the box to support the front.

After killing the lunch without reservation, Lynn finally felt that his people and spirit were back to life. Between rest and study, he resolutely chose the latter. To put it in a popular online term, that is, "Why sleep for a long time before death, you will fall asleep after death."

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, Lynn practiced tongue rolling with the help of the "butcher", suddenly saw a guy he didn't want to see: "Yanker". Former Bayern Munich and the German national team's double center, Lynn still has a very good impression of him. He has the traditional German face and domineering momentum, his tall and strong figure and air superiority on the court are enviable. Even if he is restricted by a slightly slow speed and relatively rough technology, he is still a very excellent attacker. The one in front of him seems to be "Yanker".

"The officer of the National Defense Forces, although he had a similar appearance and expression, was a guy who was not likable inside and outside. He only heard him roaring "assembly" in his majestic baritone voice, and the soldiers around him quickly got up and gathered in front of him. Lynn counted roughly. There were only about 40 combat companies that were temporarily organized in the square yesterday, and only a fraction of them were retained. The more than ten soldiers who were selected into the commando with Lynn last night seemed to have only three of them finally returned to their positions. Although these casualties cannot be used to consider the ability of a commander, it has added to Lynn's hatred for him.

He glanced over the soldiers' faces with his head held high and looked down. "Yanker" spoke in his inherent tone. The first few words should be to praise and encourage these hard-working soldiers, and then roughly speaking empty words such as fighting for Germany. Lynn held his ears and listened hard, for fear of being "subjected" because he missed the key content. However, a few hours of sudden learning would not have allowed him to reach the level of normal communication. There were a few words he still didn't understand. Finally, the Wehrmacht officer actually started to order people again.

"You...you...and you..."

After clicking the first three, "Yanker" slowly walked to Lynn and "butcher". He obviously would not forget these two SS soldiers who had confronted him yesterday. Lynn stood with his head held high and his chest held high, looking at the Wehrmacht officer without any hesitation. The cold eyes were like two dark brown cat eye stones, with no ordinary emotions. This time, he looked down at the injured left hand of the "butcher", and then looked at Lynn who had survived the raid last night, and then pointed at the "butcher" with his right hand wearing black leather gloves: "You..."

"No, sir, I can still fight!"

"Butcher" suddenly said loudly, and took the opportunity to hold the submachine gun with both hands. The only thumb and index finger in the left hand were able to hold the vertical magazine tightly. Just as "Jankel" showed a little surprise, "Butcher" raised his head, straightened his chest, and quickly said a few words in a slightly lower tone. Lynn was not sure at first that this was related to him. After all, "Butcher" did not mention his name, but when "Jankel" turned to look at himself from head to toe with a puzzled look, he was sure that "Butcher" changed the person he had just selected for "Jankel" to himself - was he a member of the suicide squad? No, "pig killer" would not push himself out of the fire pit, he would not!

After thinking for a moment, "Yankel" nodded, and then pointed his finger at Lynn: "You! Get out of the line!"
Chapter completed!