Rokossovsky was a little helpless about the fact that 50 heavy mines detonated by radio and 350 ordinary mines had eliminated less than half of the German army, after all, the ambush had been deployed too hastily.

"Pick me up Lieutenant Colonel Kavilin," Rokossovsky turned his head and shouted at the signal man in the room, and after a while, he grabbed the microphone, and after hearing Kavelin's hoarse voice, he ordered loudly: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, order all light and heavy machine guns to fire at once, do not think about saving ammunition, and destroy all this German force as soon as possible." Did you hear that? ”

"Understood, Comrade Commander!" "I will order the soldiers to close the road with fire, so that none of them can escape." ”

"Now that you understand," Rokossovsky interrupted him, "then act quickly!" If it's too late, all the remaining enemies will be gone. ”

Moments later, the panicked procession in the distance was still enveloped in smoke rising from the explosion, but their nightmare followed. As Kaverin's order was given, the machine guns in the mountainside positions roared, and more than fifty light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time on a wide frontage of two kilometers.

The rain of bullets that fell from the slope of the hill was like a large handful of spilled sand from the German officers and soldiers who had not yet woken up and were swept away. The machine gun spewed out projectiles one after another, splashing them over and over again. In the suffocating smoke, the dark red whip drawn by the bullet stretched forward like a plow, and the chirp of the trajectory drawn into the dirt and the snort of the flesh came and went, splashing a large canopy of blood mist and minced flesh in the crowd. The officers and soldiers who were alive under the rain of bullets were knocked down and swept over, and even the corpses of the dead soldiers were constantly bouncing and moving by the dense bullets.

The military qualities displayed by the German officers and men who were attacked were indeed commendable. Under the intensive machine-gun fire of the Soviet army, there were still three or four hundred German officers and men, relying on the technical and tactical level they had cultivated in the perennial war, successfully escaped from the fire network woven by the Soviet machine guns, ran to the open area on the west side, and hid themselves with the help of natural ravines and sparse trees.

Seeing hundreds of German officers and soldiers gathered in places where bullets could not easily reach, Rokossovsky couldn't help but worry that if the Germans launched a counteroffensive, Kavilin's regiment, which had a large number of recruits who had never seen the battle, would pay a lot of casualties.

But the more you worry about something, the more you come. Although the major commander of the German advance detachment was blown to nothing in the explosion, the surviving company platoon commanders under his command brandished pistols and drove the soldiers out of hiding places and charged up the hillside in the rain of bullets.

Rokossovsky saw through the binoculars that the German soldiers in gray-green uniforms used all the cover they could use, such as ravines, tree trunks, and even dead bodies, to roll over and roll into the dead end of the Soviet army's shooting. In the subsequent alternating fire, in which the fire became more and more accurate, Rokossovsky saw the machine gun shooters in the trenches fall one by one under the enemy's guns, and the originally dense machine gun fire became thin again. After suppressing the fire of the hillside position, the German soldiers got up at the officer's command, spread out in formation as they ran, and accelerated their speed towards the hillside.

"Lieutenant Colonel Kavilin, why haven't your artillerymen opened fire yet?!" Rokossovsky grabbed the phone and asked viciously: "Are you going to leave mortar shells in the cubs?" ”

The Soviet mortars hidden on the top of the hillside opened fire, and the shells screeched through the sky and smashed on the way of the German charge, flying one figure after another, and the shrenchnel flying everywhere made a sharp whistle, tearing up more blood in the sky.

The distance to the mountainside position is getting closer and closer, the bullets from the trenches are more dense, the flames of machine guns and rifles are as dense as a torrential rain, the smell of blood on the battlefield is already thick and almost dripping out, mixed with the diffuse smoke of gunpowder and forming a disgusting mist, which irritates the eyes and throat with burning pain. The ground beneath his feet had been soaked in blood and mud, and his feet were soft as if he were stepping on a thick carpet, and there were scattered and piled up here and there, and the fragmented corpses that had just been blown up by the mines were piled up on top of each other, and the broken guns and human internal organs were floating on it, and the intestines of dead snakes were dripping everywhere.

The German officers and men were charging and running in this hell, lying down in the pile of dead men and shooting, stumbling forward, shaking in the rain of bullets, torn apart, torn apart, and then thrown around by rows of shells and crumbling debris on the ground, shredded into dregs, and chopped into pieces.

In the position of the Kaverin regiment, the soldiers were already red-eyed, and the bullets were poured out like a rain, they used their fastest speed to pull the bolt and pull the trigger, the light machine gun had been changed to a continuous long burst fire, the heavy machine gunners desperately pulled the trigger, the water-cooled Makqin had already opened the pot, a strip of canvas cartridge belts were sent in, and the bullet casings that popped out were spread layer after layer, and the crossfire composed of dozens of light and heavy machine guns staggered up and down formed a dense barrage, and the fire network composed of dark red fire whips shook left and right, Sweep over rows of enemy troops like wheat, and even tear off the waist of the charging enemy troops.

The officers who led the charge fell one after another, the momentum of the German charge was stopped, forty or fifty meters away from the position became a line of life and death, few people could cross it, the soldiers were suppressed on the ground by the rain of bullets, just raised their heads to fight back, and the bullets that continued to sweep were hit in front of them and chirped into the soil, and were splashed with sand and collapsed in their faces, and the steel helmets were so loud that they couldn't raise their heads, the guns in their hands stretched forward, buried their heads and raised their wrists slightly to pull the trigger by feeling, and shot in vain to the opposite side, It is more accurate to fight back than to fight back.

The few remaining officers were also pressed to the ground, and as soon as they raised their heads and tried to tell the soldiers to continue to rush upward, they were hit by oncoming bullets at the same time, missing half of their faces and the shattered Heavenly Spirit Cover like cheese residue that had been knocked over and splashed on the faces and heads of the people next to them. As officers continued to be killed, the attacking forces began to lose effective command.

The soldiers who had lost the officer's command also lost the courage to continue the charge, and soon some of the soldiers who could not support themselves had a nervous breakdown, turned around and ran down the hillside, and the chain reaction of their escape was that the rest of the soldiers who were terrified to the extreme jumped up in unison, dragged their guns and swarmed over their fallen or knocked down comrades, and fled back faster than when they rushed in. The bullet bit the back of the buttocks, and they were knocked down by a litter, and the original corpses were covered with layers of gray-green, but this only accelerated their escape, and who didn't care about the lives of others, as long as they didn't lie down.

Seeing the rout of the German army, if Kaverin did not know how to command the troops to attack, then he was not a qualified commander. When he saw the commander of the Soviet army holding his weapon, jumped out of the trench, shouted Ulla and rushed down the hill, Rokossovsky put down his binoculars, took off his military hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said to Vashukin, who was flushed with excitement next to him: "Comrade Military Commissar, we have won this battle!" ”