It's a very safe place, and there are usually no problems. Chris stood there with his weapon on his back, waiting for his commander to speak first.

"You're doing a great job...... Child...... You should have a nickname for your own group in our group......" Daddy Buck said to Chris, taking a puff on his cigarette.

Let him choose a nickname by himself, which can be said to be a statement of acceptance. This small group officially accepted Chris's joining, which also showed that they believed in Chris's fighting power and were willing to give their lives to such comrades.

In the German sniper unit, they are all first-class sniper masters, and their combat effectiveness is also very perverted guys. It is not easy to gain their trust.

Chris grinned when he heard Daddy Buck's words. His dusty face was dirty, and his bared teeth were very white.

"Give me a nickname." Chris laughed and handed over the nickname to Daddy Buck.

Daddy Buck looked at the young man in front of him, and said evilly, "Let me have a nickname? Is it called flower willow disease (sensitive words, the actual words are too explicit, replaced by civilized language, please do not pursue it)? ”

"Hahaha!" Leaning against the wall, Ciric laughed along, clutching his arms and holding his STG-44 assault rifle, smiling like a nobody.

"Forget it, bayonet, you will be called a bayonet from now on." Daddy chose a rare nickname, then patted Chris on the shoulder, turned around and swallowed the clouds.

"Bayonets? Nice name. Chris was happy with his nickname, and although he didn't kill with a bayonet, he had to admit that it wasn't a bad name.

"It's a good name." Ciric was visibly stunned for a moment when he heard the name, then nodded to Chris.

"You seem to have other opinions on the name." Chris is sensitive, and he keenly notices Ciric's wandering.

Ciric glanced at Chris and said, "Before you add in, the snipers of our group are nicknamed bayonets. ”

"He's a great guy, and we're all relieved to have him there, and there's almost never a problem with the safety of the squad." Ciric didn't mean to hide it, and told Chris about the previous allusions.

"But the Soviets have a very good sniper, who is responsible for clearing our squads, and we call him the butcher." Ciric brings up an enemy that Chris doesn't know about.

Butcher, this is a nickname for a Soviet sniper, the other side is very powerful, and took out a lot of crew members of German sniper squads.

"The bayonet didn't kill the butcher, he failed...... The butcher pierced his head and died a few meters away from me. After Ciric finished speaking, he looked at Chris: "If you don't like it, we can call you something else." ”

"Just call it this, it's good." Chris didn't mean to change his nickname, but the smile on his face retracted, as if he was thinking about something.

"By the way, we made a bet that if anyone can kill the butcher, they can be called 'Death'. It's a bet given by the instructor and you can give it a try. Ciric looked at Chris, who turned to leave, and added.

"Death? This nickname seems to sound a little better. Chris muttered something quietly, and then walked into the distance: "Call me when you go back, I'll go over there and rest." ”

"Even the temperament is so similar to a bayonet, no wonder Daddy is willing to call you a bayonet." Ciric touched the severed arm, and immediately bared his teeth and snorted, "Hiss...... Ah! ”

The battle for the capture of Smolensk was still going on, and the Germans were committing more and more troops.

Little by little, the Soviet army was compressed, but it relied on the strong resistance of the city. After all, Moscow is behind them, and behind them is their own capital.

Guderian's troops went around the city, leaving behind the infantry of the siege street battles. How fiercely the battle was fought, in fact, had nothing to do with the Guderian cluster.

The only thing he has to do now is to advance in the direction of Moscow, advance quickly, and open the passage from Smolensk to Moscow.

Just as Chris was resting with his eyes closed, on the other side of Smolensk, a new round of shelling began by German artillery.

One shell after another fell, raining down on the streets of Smolensk.

Most of the shells came from Soviet artillery shells captured halfway, and the artillery of the German troops on the front line, a large part of which came from the weapons and equipment of the captured Soviet troops.

Therefore, the Soviet army could only listen to the familiar sound of artillery fire and watch these shells that once belonged to them fall on their positions.

A new round of attacks began, and after countless tricks, the dignified frontal attack was still the main theme.

After a day of harassment by small detachments and local tactical crushing, the large-scale general offensive of regular troops also gave the Soviet troops a headache.

The various tricks and tricks used by the German special forces before were like hammers knocking the entire Soviet defense line into cracks and flaws.

Now, the general assault began, and the frontal attack of the Germans, having hit the Soviet lines, which were full of cracks and flaws, immediately achieved a devastating effect.

Within an hour, the Germans had captured a block and annihilated most of the Soviet forces stationed in the perimeter, with minimal losses of their own.

After all, the German army had the suppression of new weapons such as self-propelled anti-aircraft guns and multiple rocket launchers, and the Soviet defenders in the street battles were not much less under pressure than in the field battles.

Budyonny really wanted to cry now, and less than two-thirds of the entire Smolensk was still in his hands, but it had only been three days.

Originally, his plan was to stay here for a month or even two months, but now it seems that he can stay here for a week, which is already a super performance.

You know, when the street fighting thing is left in the last third of the city, it is in a state of defeat.

At that time, the elite troops in his hands were almost consumed, and the remaining troops were vulnerable, and the space for maneuver was relatively small.

"Every inch of land must be held! Organize a local counterattack to recapture the lost neighborhoods! Otherwise, we're all finished! Finished! Budyonny was in the dimly lit basement, growling incessantly at several of his commanders.

He's a little hysterical now, and people who are close to death will have some symptoms like this......