“！” This time it was not the Soviet soldiers who fired, and a bullet flew over a long distance and finally flew to its destination.

Behind the 85 mm anti-aircraft gun, which was aiming at the advancing German tank, a gunner was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

"......" saw that his companion had been hit by a bullet, and another gunner, who was in charge of operating the artillery, was still standing there and did not know what was happening.

He seemed to want to step forward and help his wounded companion up, but the second bullet had already flown over.

Then, the bullet pierced his chest, causing his blood to spray on the anti-aircraft gun in front of him at once.

After the second Soviet soldier fell, the remaining loaders, as well as the soldiers carrying the shells, realized that they might have been targeted by German snipers.

"There are snipers!" The Soviet soldiers, who finally reacted, shouted loudly to warn their comrades.

The rest of the Soviet troops, after being awakened by the shouts of their companions, began to hug their heads and run around, looking for safe cover everywhere to hide.

"Damn it!" Retracting his head, the Soviet commander looked at the bodies of the two Soviet gunners lying next to the anti-aircraft guns and cursed: "Bastard! ”

This time, the Soviet anti-aircraft guns, which could have relied on a sneak attack to take out a German tank, could not play their due role.

When the German tank drove close enough, it was natural to find hidden Soviet anti-aircraft guns. When the time comes, the other side will fire first, and the positions of the Soviet troops will only collapse faster.

"Hurry up and get up! Aim at the tanks of the Germans and fire! The rest of the soldiers, find the snipers of the opposing side! Open fire to cover your comrades! The Soviet commander waved his arms and gave orders loudly.

Not far from him, a Soviet commissar stood up and ran quickly to the 85-mm anti-aircraft gun, which was half covered by camouflage nets.

"Comrades! Follow me! For the Soviets! Ulla! He ran as he shouted encouragement to his companions.

Then, several Soviet soldiers followed him to the artillery with their weapons, and the gunners and loaders who had evaded the German snipers also returned to their combat positions.

"How brave you are!" At the edge of the crater in the distance, Chris looked through his scope as he watched the Soviet soldiers running towards the anti-aircraft guns.

He muttered, but the G43 sniper rifle in his hand did not shake at all. The swarthy muzzle of the gun was aimed at the Soviet soldier who was turning the crank of the gun, and the trigger was pulled.

Although Chris is very accurate in marksmanship, he rarely attacks fast-moving targets. He prefers targets that can't be fired on, which is more accurate.

After all, if you attack a moving target, the chances of missing a shot are very high. When the time comes, it is equivalent to saying that it is a wake-up call to the other party, and it will not do you any good.

“！” His gunfire rang out, and the second bullet flew out of the muzzle. Just a second after he fired, Daddy was in another position and fired a bullet as well.

Two bullets were not wasted, and two more Soviet soldiers fell next to the artillery. At the same moment, the Soviet infantrymen, who were constantly looking for German snipers, finally saw the flashing muzzles of their guns when the German snipers fired.

"Over there! Over there in the crater! At the shout of the Soviet soldiers, a DP-28 light machine gun began to strafe, accompanied by a burst fire from some Mosin Nagant rifles.

"Chirp!" A bullet landed in front of Chris's face, and he squinted and had to step back a bit, away from where he had fired.

"Chirp!" Soviet bullets hit the edge of the crater, splashing a cloud of white dust. Chris and Daddy, who had lost the opportunity to fire, could only shrink back and wait for the Soviet firepower to stop.

"Damn it! I should have killed that commander with one shot! Chris clutched his rifle in frustration, allowing the splinters of sand from Soviet bullets to crash onto his M35 helmet.

The dad on the side didn't speak, but with a smile on his face, waiting for this storm of bullets to pass.

They killed 4 Soviet soldiers, which allowed the Soviet position to be exposed in advance, and also bought time for the German troops to outflank the two flanks.

Sure enough, as the Soviets desperately poured their own firepower on them, the German tanks fired their first shells.

The grenade exploded directly in the positions of the Soviet troops, blowing up many Soviet soldiers. The strafing Soviet firepower was stagnant, and then it became scattered.

Some were still firing in the direction where Chris was located, while others turned their guns around and fired at the Germans on both flanks.

Then, the last thing the Soviet commander wanted to see happened, and the Germans on both flanks were flanking them, and they couldn't lift their heads with heavy fire.

"Damn! Prepare to retreat! Fall back! Get out of here! The Soviet commander shouted to his men, then stood up and led everyone backwards.

Behind him, the German tanks had spotted the Soviet anti-aircraft gun, which had not been firing, and the machine guns on the turret were constantly firing at the gun.

The bullets hit the steel of the artillery, bursting with dazzling sparks. The bullets flew everywhere so that the Soviet gunners did not dare to approach the cannon at all.

After getting ready, the German tanks fired another shot, which was shelling this anti-aircraft gun, directly turning it into a part state.

The Soviet commissar who ran over to operate the artillery was hit in the shoulder by the scattered artillery parts, and died next to a box of ammunition with a scream.

Shortly after his death, German soldiers occupied this hidden position. Without glancing at the corpses at their feet, the German soldiers with their weapons crossed over and rushed towards the more central Soviet defensive positions.

"Blow up the entrance! Then retreat! The Soviet commander shouted loudly to the sappers not far away as he led the men to retreat.

Then, a bullet flew over and pierced his steel helmet. Blood splattered everywhere, and he shuddered before falling to the ground.

The soldiers standing around him watched in confusion as their commander was shot and fell to the ground, and then fled in even more panic. If they don't have a commander, they don't have a backbone.

"Don't shoot! We surrender! Eventually, the rest of the men knew they couldn't run away, so they stood there and raised their weapons.

They raised their rifles with both hands, and shouted the word surrender to the Germans, although the German language was not standard, but they had carefully learned this word for a long time.