Just as the infantry scrambled to rush into the Soviet line along the breach between fortifications No. 17 and No. 18, a FI-282 helicopter deftly followed a serpentine route through the sky, dodging anti-aircraft shells fired from the ground.

Looking at the tracer bullets that almost flew past the fuselage, and observing the cold sweat on his face constantly wiping his hands, this action of dancing on the tip of the knife really tested his courage.

He didn't bother to pray to God to protect himself from being hit, staring at the bursts of black smoke rising from the woods in the southeast, gritting his teeth with his observation hands, and racing against time to send the coordinate parameters to the regimental headquarters of the artillery regiment in the rear.

"Shall we go? I'm going to be overwhelmed, the Russian shells are about to catch up with us. The driver shouted.

"Let's get out of here for a while, but don't go too far." The observer shouted.

Hearing his partner's words, the pilot turned his nose around and flew westward as if he had received a pardon from the king.

In the hidden forest of the police artillery regiment under the police division, the battalion headquarters of the two artillery battalions received a call from the regimental headquarters one after another, and the heralds rushed out to convey the order to the gun commanders of each artillery group.

Twenty-four Wasp 105-mm self-propelled howitzers turned in place and turned the nose of the vehicle directly to the southeast of the battlefield.

At the shouts of the gunner, the gunners readjusted the elevation angle of the barrel until it was at the right angle.

Soon, the roar of the artillery salvo was heard again in the forest, and the whole forest seemed to tremble in the air emitted by the cannon salvo.

After going around in circles, trembling and returning to the hummingbird helicopter of the Soviet anti-aircraft fire network, the observer clearly saw that in the western woodland suspected of being a Soviet artillery position, black smoke suddenly burst out, and broken branches rose to the sky.

However, on the Soviet artillery position, the smoke from the muzzle of the gun still swirled over the position.

"It's close. Wait a few minutes and I'll have to recalibrate the distance. The observer shouted.

The pilot, drenched in sweat, was engrossed in controlling the plane and wandering in the rain of bullets.

Soon, on the bulletproof glass of the nose, the cracks from the shrapnel of the anti-aircraft gun extended like a spider web. Almost all glass is covered.

There was a slight clanging sound around the fuselage, which was the sound of shrapnel hitting the fuselage, and each sound made the pilot's heart beat faster by a minute.

It was as if a century had passed before the driver finally heard the excited shouts of his companions.

"It's hit, they're finished, let's withdraw, retreat quickly."

Behind the helicopter as it rushes out of the battlefield at high speed like a hummingbird. The artillery positions of the Soviet troops were already in disarray.

Large and small craters are littered with broken camouflage nets and broken wooden stakes.

The cannons lay on the ground next to the bullet casings and shells scattered on the ground, and the bloody corpses of the gunners were dotted among them, and the Soviet gods of war lost their former glory.

Without the greatest threat posed by Soviet artillery, the infantry of the 1st Police Regiment regained control of the battlefield.

The heralds rushed across the battlefield, conveying orders to the company commanders and platoon commanders at the front, and countless figures in camouflage uniforms flocked to the southeast corner of the battlefield along the trenches and communication trenches snatched from the Soviet troops. Rush along the dirt slope between fortifications Nos. 17 and 18 into the rear of the Soviet lines.

The 3rd Police Regiment, which was the reserve of the division, immediately joined the battlefield and launched an attack on the Soviet positions that had not been captured. Divert the attention of the Soviet troops.

At the top of fortification No. 18, two sappers and four infantrymen jumped over the corpses of Soviet infantry and galloped to the top opening, only to find that the square top cover at the opening had been closed.

A sapper tugged at the steel handle of the top cover and pulled it outwards hard, but the top cover did not move. It is clear that the top cover was held in place by Soviet military latches.

A sapper pulled out the explosives from his marching bag, skillfully connected the wires, fastened them to the steel top cover, turned around and ran to the side of the shelter. Fall down beside your comrades.

White smoke swirled around the roof, and in the thicker and thicker white smoke, the fuse split into ashes, and an explosion rang out.

The blasting was successful, and when the German soldiers returned to the opening, all they saw was distorted and unrecognizable scrap steel plates.

Tear off the definite steel plate and throw it aside. Several SS soldiers gathered around the opening, cautiously peering into the seemingly bottomless interior of the fortifications.

Soon, two M24 grenades emitting white smoke flew into the fortifications, and a dull explosion and gray-white smoke came from the opening, which seemed to be mixed with screams.

Not only on the top of the fortifications, but directly behind the fortifications, outside the main entrance to and from the fortifications, seven or eight SS soldiers with weapons hid in the shelters they were looking for, looking at the detonators glued to the steel gates.

When the explosions and smoke cleared, the steel gate fell to the ground, and two soldiers jumped to their feet, rushed to the gate, and threw grenades.

Flames and smoke erupted from the fortifications, followed by three Soviet infantrymen.

Before the Soviet infantry could react, bullets from all directions had already penetrated their bodies, and three Soviet infantry fell to the ground in convulsions, red blood staining the steel gate on the ground.

A combat sapper was quickly recruited to the entrance to the fortification, and flamethrowers spewed flames into the fortifications, mercilessly reaping the lives of Soviet soldiers.

Heart-rending screams rang out of the fortifications, stirring the nerves of every SS soldier.

In the sea of fire, a Soviet soldier wrapped in flames suddenly rushed out of the main gate of the fortification and rushed to the combat engineer who was observing the results of the battle.

"Ah・・・・・・h

Seeing a burning man howling and rushing towards him, the combat engineer did not react for a moment, and stood straight in place, watching the other party pounce on him.

At the last moment, a vigorous figure suddenly appeared next to the combat engineer, the figure waved the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, turned the butt, and smashed it into the burning man's face, smashing the bridge of the burning man's nose into his nasal cavity, and the sound of broken bones sounded.

The figure lifted his long legs in leather boots, kicked the burning man out with a kick in the chest, then turned the muzzle of the gun, and together with his comrades, he smashed the burning man into a honeycomb.

"If you don't want to die, don't be in a daze on the battlefield anymore."

After coldly throwing down a sentence, the figure was the first to rush into the fortifications. The other infantry soon followed, and the crisp sound of gunfire and the dull sound of grenades exploding quickly could be heard in the fortifications.

As more and more SS soldiers poured into Soviet positions, gunfire rang out from the fortifications Nos. 17 and 18, and then the battle extended to nearby fortifications No. 15 and 16.

The battle lasted until nine o'clock in the evening of the same day, with six fortifications to the southeast of the front. Four have already been completely conquered by the 1st SS Police Regiment.

In the other two fortifications, a small number of Soviet troops still resisted stubbornly with the difficult terrain in the fortifications.

A SDKFZ251 armored vehicle rushed through the corpse-strewn battlefield between fortifications seventeen and eighteen.

Colonel Dietrich jumped out of the armored car, walked up the dirt slope with a few men, and followed the two leading soldiers to the top of fortification No. 20 in the far south.

Picking up the binoculars, Colonel Dietrich looked due east.

The vast Sheberi Lake, like a mirror, sparkles in the starlight.

It is seven kilometers long from north to south in the south. It is three kilometers wide from east to west and is located directly south of the city of Sheberi.

After breaking through the southeastern corner of the Stalinist Line, the tasks of the 1st Police Regiment were almost completed, and the task of seizing the remaining fortifications was entrusted to the 3rd Police Regiment.

In accordance with the original plan of attack, the 1st Police Regiment, led by Colonel Dietrich, shifted its target to Lake Shebezh, south of the city of Shebezh.

At the Braunschweig Military Academy, run by the SS headquarters, Colonel Dietrich once attended a lecture by a guest lecturer, General Rommel.

He clearly remembered what General Rommel once said.

"Of all the battle plans, choose the one that is the more daring."

"In all offensive battles. It is necessary to use psychological factors to create panic among the enemy. ”

Dietrich seriously put himself in the shoes of the Russians and thought about the various solutions that the Russians would make.

If you are the commander of the Russians. All attention will certainly be focused on the Stalinist lines, on those fortifications and defensive positions that have not yet been overcome.

If reinforcements were available, the Russians would also have priority to support fortifications and areas that were being attacked by the Germans.

Even if the Stalinist line to the west of the city of Sheberzh were all broken through by the Germans, with normal thinking, the Russians would definitely focus their subsequent defense on the city of Sheberzh and would try to take advantage of the city's terrain. Hold back the German offensive.

Colonel Dietrich looked again at the south of the south of Sheberi, where the night sky was also full of artillery fire, and from time to time there flashed orange-yellow fires on the ground, illuminating the night sky.

Flares flew through the sky, echoing the flames of the cannonballs on the ground.

The faint sound of gunfire. Echoed in the ears of Colonel Dietrich.

A confident smile flashed across his lips.

On the front of the 56th Panzer Corps, the night battle was so fierce that it would certainly add great pressure to the hearts of the Russian commanders, and likewise draw the attention of the opposing side in that direction.

The Russians, drawn to the south and the Stalinist line, probably did not think that they would raid Lake Sebezh and go around their rear without fully attacking the Costalin line.

After thinking about it for a long time, the more Colonel Dietrich thought about it, the more convinced he was that his judgment was right.

Crossing Lake Sebezh and going deep into the enemy's rear is very risky, and you may be discovered by the enemy during the operation of crossing the lake.

Subconsciously look up at the sky, fortunately, there is only starlight, no moonlight, and the night can provide a layer of protection for your sneak attack.

Only the bravest fighters are eligible for the Iron Cross.

After careful consideration, Colonel Dietrich decided not to take a strong order, but to select the first commandos to force their way across Lake Sebezh by means of a selection of volunteers.

Colonel Dietrich's order was quickly conveyed to every squad in the regiment, and in less than an hour Colonel Dietrich received a welcome reply, and at least 300 soldiers were willing to take part in the first wave of the lake crossing, a number that Colonel Dietrich could carry in his rubber boat.

After some screening, Colonel Dietrich carefully selected a commando team of 200 men.

Stepping on the starlight all over the ground, through the small pine forest by the lake, 200 figures divided into small groups and rushed to Sheberi Lake with rubber boats.

Soon, on the waters of Lake Sebezh, rubber boats were thrown into the water, making waves of white splashes and ripples.

The commandos jumped into rubber boats, picked up their oars, and rowed to the eastern shore of Lake Shebezh.

On the bow of the dinghy, the machine gunners are staring at the dense forest on the other side of the lake, and they will not hesitate to bring death to each other if the wind blows.

Behind them, Colonel Dietrich, with binoculars, watched with his own eyes as the commando fleet moved away from him and submerged into the black light of the lake.

Behind Colonel Dietrich, the 4th Artillery Battalion of the Police Artillery Regiment, with 12 150-mm Wild Bee self-propelled howitzers, was building new artillery positions overnight in front of fortifications Nos. 19 and 20 captured by the 1st Police Regiment.

On the shores of Lake Sheberi, the observation posts of the Fourth Artillery Battalion also set up rangefinders and scissor-type binoculars on the commanding heights to closely monitor every move on the other side of Lake Sheberi.

As long as the commandos in front called for it, they were confident that they could guide the artillery behind them to smash the shells on the Russians' heads at the first time.

On the vast lake, the commandos did not say a word, and the only sound of oars plucking the surface of the lake was the nearly thirty rubber boats of the entire fleet.

The bow of the dinghy pushed away the lake, the stern dragged a long wave, and the whole fleet flew silently across the lake like a group of sharp arrows to the eastern shore of Lake Shebezh.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the commandos, the distance of three kilometers soon turned into a kilometer, followed by five hundred meters.

Looking at the shore of the lake, which was approaching meter by meter, the expressions on the faces of the commandos became more and more excited.

200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters・・・・・・ waiting for the rubber boat to land, some anxious soldiers have already jumped out of the rubber boat and rushed to the shore in the waist-deep water.

One by one, the rubber boats rushed straight to the shore of the lake, and countless figures jumped onto the shore with agility and sank into the woods by the lake.

Only a few soldiers remained on the shore, unloading the boxes of ammunition loaded on rubber boats and carrying on their shoulders and carrying crates full of iron fist bazookas.

The members of the rebound tank team also carried the tank killer bazooka, followed by the secondary shooter, and rushed into the quiet forest.

Half an hour had passed, and there was no sound of fighting on the other side, and Colonel Dietrich's hands were shaking with excitement.

If the final victory of this battle can be achieved, this operation of smuggling across Lake Sheberi will certainly be recorded in the annals of military history.

In the excitement, another fifteen minutes flashed by.

Colonel Dietrich's adjutant suddenly pointed to the lake and said, "Colonel, they're back." (To be continued.) )