Shrouded in fog, Quetzal launched a new attack, and nearly four thousand soldiers once again set foot on the battlefield.

The soldiers were physically exhausted and even more nervous. From the very beginning of the operation, they lined up in a long and deep line of skirmishers, hoping that this arrangement would minimize casualties as much as possible when charging.

The Soviet sentry spotted the figures swaying in the fog, too close to each other, and the sentry simply stood up from his hiding place, holding a submachine gun in his arms and firing at the approximate position.

The actions of the Soviet sentries did not kill or injure a single enemy, but the sound of gunfire alerted all the dormant Soviet soldiers.

"Hell, how did I hear the gunshot?" Balzen rubbed his ears, but the suspected gunfire did not go out again.

Soon, the communication soldier with the radio on his back hurriedly came, "Report, it's an urgent telegram from the first regiment." ”

"The first regiment?" Balzen put on his headphones and immediately heard Lavrienj's questioning.

"Balzen, just now our sentry heard a string of gunshots, did your people misfire?"

"Nope! My people were very quiet. ”

"That's weird. Could it be that the enemy has made a move? ”

"Regardless of whether the enemy moves or not, we should be vigilant at this point in time. When the fog clears, we're going to attack. Please prepare your troops for battle! ”

Then, Balzen began to make contact with the various units one after another, so as to ensure that they could cooperate with each other while the battle was going on.

Balzen's line, all the fighters were ordered not to nap. The gunshots were almost certain to have been caused by one of your sentinels, perhaps an exchange of fire with an enemy scout?

The vast number of machine gunners set up their machine guns with fierce eyes, staring vigilantly into the thick fog. Suddenly, several dark shadows appeared, startling them and almost firing.

After detecting the enemy's situation, the five sentries ran all the way for three kilometers, and the whole process took only ten minutes. Not knowing that they had almost been shot by their own troops as enemies, they panted into their positions and could not wait to shout: "Brothers! It's fascist! Get ready for battle! ”

The sentry's words caused the officers and soldiers of the defense line to explode instantly, and everyone was explaining the grim enemy situation to the surrounding soldiers.

The sentry also ran along the low communication trench to the regimental headquarters of Balzen and shouted: "Report to the regimental commander! The enemy has attacked! ”

Balzen's mind buzzed for a moment, "Oops, they're attacking at this juncture!" It's insane! Lose your marbles! ”

He originally wrote a document before the battle to record the preparations of the troops before the war for post-war reporting.

The group of Germans who fled all the way bravely continued to attack at this juncture?!

Balzen angrily broke off a pencil and immediately gave orders to the communicator: "Misha, send me an urgent telegram to all troops!" The enemy began the third offensive, prepare for advance action! ”

In this way, Quetzal also led his army to the south as quietly as possible. Undoubtedly, the string of gunshots made him worried, the military order had been issued, which was like an arrow off the string, and he and his four thousand subordinates had no reason to retreat.

And the Soviet troops who participated in the decisive battle, everyone was very surprised and admired by the actions of the German army. Sure enough, they used the cover of the fog to attack.

Balzen, Lavrenty, and Roshakov immediately urgently arranged a new battle plan.

That is, the blocking mission was first carried out by Balzen's subordinates, and the saturation strike of all weapons was used to thwart the enemy's attack. Once it was determined that the enemy was retreating, the troops in ambush in the forest began to attack, driving the enemy as far north as possible. In order to facilitate the complete victory of the paratrooper brigade and cavalry battalion in this decisive battle.

The machine gunners checked the bolts of their weapons, the secondary shooters opened the cartridge boxes full of chains in advance, and the spare barrels were placed on the ground. The Germans must not have new tanks to cover, and in the event of a blocking war, the Soviet machine-gun fire will become a magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

Quetzal was not yet aware of the firepower he was about to face, and he felt that in yesterday's second round of attack, the enemy had already demonstrated all their firepower.

Quetzal felt that there was still a chance, and when the police regiment had consumed a large amount of enemy ammunition, the Germans would be able to break through the enemy's lines in one fell swoop.

The depth of the 4,000 soldiers was a kilometer, and the puppet officers and soldiers of the police regiment in the front row finally found the ground blackened by artillery fire, and there were more and more corpses.

They also noticed a detail, the corpses had obviously been turned over, the steel helmets and boots were gone, the corpses were all stretching their gray-white feet, and their faces were also iron-blue.

The horror of the dead made the attacking troops nervous, and they knew that they had almost touched the Soviet lines.

The puppet army commander looked left and right, swallowed his saliva, and finally raised his right hand: "Brothers! Charge. ”

Finally, the puppet army first began to charge more than 300 meters away from the Soviet position, and the shouts of killing resounded in the sky for a while.

Their shouts made the defenders jump, too close! It's so close.

The Soviets immediately exerted powerful blocking fire against the dense fog, and Balzen deployed more than 800 men, that is, 80 infantry squads, on the cover of the defense. Each squad was armed with machine guns, of which up to 34 MG60 were captured!

Originated from the standard weapons of the German army, it used its exaggerated firepower against the attacking enemy. Although I don't know how many people the Germans dispatched, and I don't even know whether the enemy is a puppet army or a German army, the ruthless bullets in the defense line to the north, unleashed a powerful barrage, eight-millimeter heavy machine gun bullets, and frantically harvested lives.

The powerful barrage instantly knocked down more than 100 people on the offensive front of the police regiment, and all those who were shot basically died on the spot.

Because of the dense fog, it was difficult for the attacking soldiers to observe the tragic deaths of their comrades around them, and they still attacked with a roar. They charged and shot at the same time, but their firepower was too weak to achieve any results after all, but it was this kind of frenzied charge that caused them heavy losses.

The MG34's green tracer bullets left a trail of emerald green trails in the dense fog. The barrels of many machine guns quickly turned red from strafing, and the secondary shooter quickly replaced the barrels, and the machine guns once again erupted in terrifying tongues of fire.

The reserve ammunition is constantly being sent to the front line, and the 300 rounds of ammunition per box are very luxurious and quickly consumed.

The Soviets had capital to consume, and the large amount of German ammunition captured in previous battles was now the time to deplete.

The pseudo-regimental commander himself was on the front line, he saw the "green laser" in the fog and knew that it was the enemy's machine-gun fire. He didn't look any longer, and a volley of bullets came in, leaving eight bullet holes in his chest, shattering the entire chest, and killing him instantly.

The attacking team of puppet troops was leaderless, and they gradually realized their terrible losses.

Many of the attacking puppet soldiers had vaguely seen the position of the Soviet army, and they saw the last burst of fire in front of them, that is, the last light they had seen in their lives.

For Quetzal, he had realized that the police corps had found great losses, and that these people were not defeated, which showed that he would definitely win if he continued to charge.

However, Getzal led his troops a few hundred meters forward, and he suddenly realized that there were already grenades killing and wounding his German soldiers.

"Lie down!" He roared, and a ghost fell to the ground. His instinctive actions have been emulated by many people.

The vast number of German officers and men were not clear about the situation on the front, and judging from the dense gunfire alone, the density of the enemy's firepower was really frenzied. They raised their heads, and the massive amount of green lasers in their weapons were still flashing! No one knows what this is better than the Germans - this is a tracer bullet fired by the MG34.

Getzal was lying on his stomach and looked at the "lasers" in horror, and it was obvious that the firepower of the Soviet army was increasing little by little.

"Damn! I shouldn't have attacked at this point! ”

He hammered to the ground, and it was too late to regret it, and even the retreat had to be carried out under the threat of aimless strafing fire from the enemy.

But what else can be done?

Just as he hesitated, a large number of black shadows appeared in front of him, and the nervous German officers and soldiers did not hesitate to regard the black shadows as enemies.

The Germans were actually shooting their own allies, the officers and men of the police regiments.

Oolong killings and Soviet firepower continue to slaughter this group of poor Belarusians who are on the wrong side.

Until someone yelled in German: "Don't shoot, we're a police regiment." "It's true that some German soldiers didn't design it anymore, but for the police corps, no matter how unhappy they were, most of them didn't need to complain anymore because they were dead!

With just over 300 police regiments retreating to the German positions, Quetzal realized that not only could he not prevent them from escaping, but he himself had to give the order to retreat.

Quetzal finally stood up bravely and ordered loudly: "Gentlemen, we withdraw!" ”