In the sky, a flare, with outstanding dedication, burned itself and lit up the night sky.

Unleashing all the energy it carried, the flare fulfilled its historic mission and disappeared forever into the night sky, returning to darkness in his jurisdiction.

At this very moment, Captain Nietzsche rushed out of the woods with a brisk stride, and in the spotlight of Captain Nobel and others, he bent down and rushed across a section of the river bank to reach his destination, the broken bridge deck.

Falling to the ground, Captain Nietzsche used his elbows and knees to crawl swiftly to the break in the bridge.

This fracture is a memorial left by Captain Nobel after he detonated two Goliath remote-controlled tanks.

Following the slope of the bank at the breach, Captain Nietzsche slipped down the river and ran across the water behind the piers.

Seeing Captain Nietzsche clinging to the edge of the bridge pier and watching the movement on the other side of the river, Captain Nobel's hanging heart was half relieved, as long as he could successfully reach the bridge pier, the smuggling operation would be half successful.

Sure enough, he saw Captain Nietzsche hiding in the darkness behind the piers, patiently observing the movement on the opposite bank for a while, and then a fierce man plunged into the waist-deep water.

About thirty seconds later, on the other side of the Agron River, a figure emerged from the water, clinging to the steep bank of the river, and seemed to be waving its fist in the direction of Captain Nobel.

Captain Nobel excitedly punched Captain Nietzsche, regardless of whether he could see it or not.

Captain Nietzsche swung his fist into the darkness behind him, then grabbed a handful of dirt on the bank and wiped it on his face, his face washed by the river once again hidden in the darkness.

Walking along the river bank towards the lower reaches of the Agron River about fifteen meters away, Captain Nietzsche quietly climbed up the river bank with both hands and feet.

This is the place he has carefully selected to land, and there are seven or eight willow trees growing side by side along the embankment, and there are waist-high shrubs between the willow trees, and behind the bushes is a river embankment road more than five meters wide. Across the road is a small residential area.

Crouching behind the bushes, Captain Nietzsche squinted and watched carefully for two minutes.

At this time, there were already eight more figures around him, eight soldiers who had just crossed the river.

After nine men watched silently for a while, Captain Nietzsche was still in the lead. The first one slipped through the bushes, then across the embankment, and rolled to the edge of a two-story building closest to the embankment.

Leaning against the wall, Captain Nietzsche caressed his heart, clearly feeling the pounding of his heart, and his palms were full of sticky sweat.

Among all the smuggling operations, the action just now was the most crucial step, and after going through this step, the smuggling operation was 90 percent successful. The following actions should increase the success rate of the smuggling operation to 99 percent, and as for the remaining 1 percent, it is not something that can be grasped by manpower, but can only be decided by Lady Luck.

Two more soldiers followed the route of Captain Nietzsche's advance to the wall.

Captain Nietzsche looked up, looked at the two windows on the second floor, and after a moment's thought, chose the one on the left.

After making a few gestures to the two soldiers, Captain Nietzsche took off his leather boots. Tie the laces from your two leather boots together and hang them around your neck. Then he stepped on the palms of the two soldiers, and under the support of the two soldiers, he pressed to the side to the window on the second floor.

Pricking up his ears and holding his breath, Captain Nietzsche listened carefully to the movement in the window for a while, and then turned around resolutely. Grab the windowsill and climb into the house.

After flipping into the room, Captain Nietzsche took a closer look and saw that the room was a study.

Stepping barefoot on the floor, Captain Nietzsche dodged against the wall by the door like a feline walking in the dark.

Affixed to the door panel. Captain Nietzsche listened to the movement outside the door, then returned to the window, took out a flashlight, removed the seal, and shook it across the river.

Soon, mortar fire rang out on the other side of the Agron River, and four mortar shells landed on a house to the north one after another, and soon Captain Nietzsche heard the crisp firing of PAK40s.

The adjacent houses on the north side were instantly reduced to rubble under heavy artillery fire, and gunsmoke and smoke filled the air.

The Soviet counterattack was fast, bursting into flames from the depths of the riverbank, and shells flew over the Agron River one after another, falling into German positions.

The Soviet counterattack caused more German artillery fire, especially mortars.

At the moment when the cannon on the river bank sounded, Captain Nietzsche rushed to the door of the study, gently turned the handle and opened the door a small gap, first peeking for a few seconds, and then flashing out of the door.

Beyond the two empty rooms, Captain Nietzsche came to the door of the room facing the riverbank.

Two Soviet soldiers were clinging to the window wall, sticking their heads out to look at the house to the north covered in gunsmoke and smoke, and their mouths were still discussing something.

If Captain Nietzsche could understand Russian, he would have heard what the two Soviet soldiers were saying: "It must be Victor who accidentally exposed them, and with such heavy artillery fire, Victor and his squad must have been finished." ”

"Damn the Germans, we also have to be careful not to expose them in advance."

As the two soldiers were talking, the tall soldier seemed to sense something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly turned his head to look at the door.

"Vitaliye, is that you?"

A cold light answered him, and a bayonet spun and flew towards him, nailed to his throat.

Covering his neck, the tall Soviet soldier wanted to shout, but only a jumble of notes came out.

His body went soft, and he saw a second cold light.

His comrades-in-arms also enjoyed the same treatment as him.

Striding forward, Captain Nietzsche grabbed the short soldier and pulled his dead body, which had almost flipped out of the window, back into the window.

Gently lowering the body of the short soldier to the floor, Captain Nietzsche grabbed the handle of the bayonet and spun it violently ninety degrees.

Rubbing the blood from the bayonet on the corpse, Captain Nietzsche withdrew his two bayonets, which still smelled of blood.

Dragged the two bodies to the corner of the room, kicked a Dzegalev light machine gun on the ground, and Captain Nietzsche wiped the sweat from his head.

Touching the sweat on his head, Captain Nietzsche's face changed, and he dodged to the wall at the door.

I heard a shouting outside.

Doesn't know Russian, and the shouting outside is nothing more than a jumble of notes to Captain Nietzsche.

All he knew was that someone was approaching.

Pressed against the wall next to the door, Captain Nietzsche quietly calculated the distance of the enemy.

The moment the figure burst into the room, a large hand went around his neck from behind. Cover his mouth fiercely.

Before the Soviet soldier could figure out what was going on, the cold bayonet had already cut through his throat, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain.

It wasn't until the soldier stopped convulsing that Captain Nietzsche held on to his corpse and slowly lowered him to the floor, with the other two corpses in company.

It was determined that the enemy on the second floor had been cleared. Captain Nietzsche, with a bayonet in his right hand and a pistol in his left, quietly walked up the stairs to the first floor,

The ground floor was quiet, no talking, no snoring, there should be no one.

Confirming that there were only three Soviet soldiers in the building, Captain Nietzsche put on his leather boots and walked to the window on the first floor. Signals are sent through glassless windows.

Soon, two figures climbed into the window, and soon after, there were six more people in the room.

Captain Nietzsche quickly set his sights on the house to the north.

The house, which had just been baptized by Captain Nobel with artillery fire as a target to attract the attention of the Soviet army, had already been turned into a dangerous building, and there should be no Soviet soldiers stationed there.

Return to the embankment road and use the shrubs on the embankment road as cover. Captain Nietzsche and two soldiers crawled forward and approached the house.

After suffering from the poisonous hands of the sabotage expert Captain Nobel. Three-quarters of the roof of the building had been torn off, a wall on the second floor facing the river bank had almost disappeared, and a hole in the wall on the first floor had been added to the wall with a diameter of nearly two meters, and broken masonry was piled up on the ground.

Stepping on broken masonry, Captain Nietzsche crept into the dangerous building, which seemed to be about to collapse at any moment, and sure enough, he found no one.

Just as I expected. The building had already been abandoned by the Soviet troops, and the wounded and dead should have been taken away.

After occupying the second stronghold, Captain Nietzsche looked at the sky, and at this time the cold artillery movement on both sides of the Agron River was still going on.

Almost every second. Figures emerged from the water and clinged to the Soviet-controlled riverbank.

The bushes along the embankment were already full of heavily armed German soldiers, nearly a hundred of them.

After a flashlight signal, Captain Nobel, who was responsible for providing fire support behind him, found a new target for destruction, the house on the south side of the first occupied building.

Under the continuous fire of artillery, the house was unrecognizable, and the side facing the river bank almost completely collapsed.

In the gray night, Captain Nietzsche clearly saw two figures rushing out of the ruins and frantically fleeing to the rear in the first occupied building.

Captain Nobel's artillery fire led to a larger Soviet counterattack, and on both sides of the Agron River, the flames of artillery fire shone all the time.

After the Soviet soldiers returned to the ruins and took away the wounded and corpses in the ruins, a squad of German troops took advantage of the situation to occupy only half of the remaining building, and the assault team successfully took the third stronghold.

Hiding in the first building, Captain Nietzsche's sweat stained his military uniform, and in the faint light he looked at his watch.

Twelve twenty-seven o'clock.

Where is the next goal?

It was to continue the offensive in depth and seize the buildings until they were discovered by the Soviets.

Or will you continue to move along the banks and expand the area occupied by them?

The second hand of the watch ticked and ticked, and when the time pointed to twelve thirty, an accident occurred, driving away Captain Nietzsche's hesitation.

・・・・・・

Deep on the banks of the Agron River, three or four hundred meters from the river, in the corners of buildings, in the bushes, in all kinds of buildings, there were Soviet infantrymen everywhere.

The infantrymen were armed with submachine guns, rifles, and light and heavy machine guns, and the artillerymen crouched beside various infantry guns, cannons, and mortars, all quietly waiting for the battle to begin.

Farther behind the infantry, in the woods, there was a regular sound of vibrations, the chirping of hundreds of engines of various light and heavy tanks.

The commanders were half exposed outside the turret, looking around, but more often looking up at the sky, waiting for the agreed signal.

In the infantry group in the streets, Captain Wasky crouched in the middle of the four heralds with his beloved Bobosha submachine gun, smoking a cigarette while looking at the night sky in the west.

With a cigarette in his mouth and a telescope in his hand, Captain Waski's eyes wandered around the night sky, and soon he found his target, two tadpole-shaped planes.

The light of the night limited the use of warplanes from both sides, especially the fighters, but gave the Germans the opportunity to show up in the tadpole-shaped planes that hovered in the sky.

Without the threat of Soviet fighter jets, these tadpole-shaped planes roamed over German complexes, closely monitoring Soviet-controlled urban areas with the help of flares.

It was in order to avoid the surveillance of these two reconnaissance planes that Vaski and his comrades were forced to hide here, otherwise, in his opinion, he should have stayed in a building or bush on the bank of the river, not here.

Putting down the binoculars and taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Captain Waski pressed the cigarette to the ground and said softly, "One minute left." ”

The second hand of the watch spun around quickly, and the moment the time pointed to 12:30, two dazzling red flares rose in the far east, in the lush forest.

In an instant, a continuous flash of light tore through the dark earth, and all kinds of large-caliber artillery spewed tongues of fire, which were suppressed by the Luftwaffe for a whole day, and the gods of war finally let out an angry roar.

Tracer bullets streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderous whistling, and like a road roller, it ran over the heads of the Soviet tanks and infantrymen, falling into the German positions in the excited anticipation of the infantry and tankers.

In a matter of more than ten seconds, the west bank of the Agron River controlled by the German drama has turned into a sea of fire, and the gunpowder smoke and smoke rising into the sky have turned into dark clouds, obscuring the starlight in the sky.

With the rumbling sound of cannons, the roar of monsters suddenly came out from the unfathomable forest, as if there was a riot of beasts.

Inside the hundreds of tanks that were on standby, the roar of the engines increased by an order of magnitude at the same time.

With the cacophony of metal grinding, the steel behemoths burst out of the forest, down the streets, or crushing through the bushes that stood in the way, and sprinted toward the riverbank.

Next to the buildings on either side of every street, the Soviet infantry did not have the laziness they had before, but instead were excited, restless and eager to try.

Letting go of the tanks coming from the street behind them, armed with their weapons, the Soviet infantry lined up in two formations, followed closely behind the tanks, and rushed to the river bank together.

Captain Waski was in the middle of the infantry ranks, urging his men to speed up and not fall behind.

In less than five minutes, through the streets of the city, Captain Waski finally saw his destination, the small river that was only twenty meters wide.

As long as the river is crossed, the Germans are finished.

I hope that the comrades of the artillery will leave a few living Germans for themselves, especially the Polish governor-general. (To be continued.) )