As soon as the troops rushed out of the forest, they were discovered by the Germans at the entrance of the village. After a brief panic, the well-trained German soldiers reacted, and the soldiers with rifles immediately lay down on the snow, and the soldiers with submachine guns half-crouched and fired fiercely at the charging troops.

Originally, in recent battles, the soldiers used squads to attack, and when one squad charged, the other squad was lying on the ground to provide them with fire cover. However, because the speed of the charge on the knee-deep snow was too slow, the soldiers were used as live targets, and in just one or two minutes, under the fire of the Germans, twenty or thirty people fell.

Seeing their comrades falling down beside him, the living soldiers were red-eyed, and they didn't care about the tactics of alternate attacks under fire cover, they all rushed forward with their weapons.

I rushed forward with a submachine gun for a few dozen meters, then stopped and opened fire. Perhaps because the distance was too far and the accuracy of the shot was not enough, not a single person hit. Before I could finish firing a shuttle of bullets, the gun actually jammed, and just as I was immersed in the search, suddenly Grissa's voice came from behind: "Be careful! "Then I was thrown from behind.

Although he fell heavily to the ground, he did not feel any pain due to the thick snow. Hearing the screech of bullets whizzing overhead, I realized that Grissa had saved my life just now.

"Comrade division commander, you are fine, are you?" Grissa cried out in my ear.

"It's okay!" I replied loudly, and then I threw the jammed submachine gun aside and lay on the snow and looked left and right to see if there were any weapons that could be used.

Grissa lay beside me, holding a rifle that he had picked up from nowhere, closed one eye and aimed at it, then pulled the trigger without hesitation. As the gun rang out, a German soldier who was shooting in a half-crouch fell to the ground.

"Good marksmanship!" I couldn't help but shout hello when I saw this shot he fired, and at the same time remembered that he had been General Leviakin's personal guard before I was my driver, so it was not surprising that he had such marksmanship.

I caught a glimpse of a fallen warrior not far to the right, lying on his back in the snow, his rifle still in his hand. I rolled on the ground and rolled to his side, grabbed my rifle, and fired at a German soldier who was lying on the ground shooting. After the gunshots rang out, I saw a bright line quickly drilling through the forehead of the German soldier, dragging blood foam diagonally out from the back of the head, and the German soldier who was shot threw his head back, and then his body was tilted to the side.

The charging troops had approached the entrance of the village, and a soldier who was at the forefront was only a dozen meters away from the German soldier who was shooting, and he could rush in front of the enemy with a little more strength. A bullet from an unknown place struck him, and the warrior staggered, stood still, and fell limply on the snow.

The German soldiers who were originally in the village heard the gunshots at the entrance of the village, and they also rushed out of the village with their weapons and shot at us together with the German soldiers who were staying at the entrance of the village. Under the dense fire of the enemy, the charging fighters fell one after another.

At that moment, a mortar shell whistled towards the entrance of the village. Perhaps the gunners fired in such a hurry that they didn't even adjust the angle, but they fired, and instead of concentrating the Germans, the shells fell on the corpses of the villagers and exploded. After a loud bang, flesh flew wildly, and the fragments of limbs and blood splattered the surrounding German soldiers.

The artillery fired the next few shells, and the accuracy of the hit was much higher, almost all of them landed accurately in the middle of the German troops, and the wave of explosion pulled one German soldier after another from the ground, threw it high into the air, and fell down heavily.

I don't know if it was because of our artillery fire or because they ran out of bullets, the German soldiers who had gathered at the entrance of the village turned around and ran towards the village, and our soldiers took the opportunity to catch up.

I shot again and knocked down a German officer who was running towards the village, and then I stood up unhurriedly, slung my rifle over my shoulder, and walked towards the entrance of the village with Grissa.

The battle ended ten minutes later, and the villagers, who had been imprisoned in the church by the Germans, were rescued by Yushchenko and his fighters.

When the two siblings, Marina and Anton, who led us the way, saw the villagers we had rescued and suddenly ran to one of the middle-aged women wearing a headscarf and a large shawl. Looking at the scene of the middle-aged woman holding her two children, hugging her head and crying together, I knew that this must be the mother of two children.

I walked up to them and silently looked at the family of three who had survived the catastrophe, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. Suddenly, an old lady with a headscarf pounced on me, hugged me, and thanked me with words. Under her demonstration, the rescued villagers also gathered around me to express their gratitude to me. Immediately after that, some of the old ladies wept bitterly and demanded that I make the decision for them and execute all the German robbers.

I looked around and saw that almost all of them were middle-aged and elderly women, and there were no young adults, and they probably all went to the front. In the distance, there were a few young girls wrapped in ill-fitting military coats, who were probably the ones who were driven to the entrance of the village by the Germans and were about to be shot. If it weren't for our army's timely attack, it is estimated that they would have suffered from accidents at this time.

Yushchenko walked up to me and reported loudly: "Report to Comrade Division Commander, we captured seventeen German soldiers, among whom was an officer. Was it arranged to send them to the prisoner camps in the rear? ”

"I want to see your Supreme Commander...... I want to see your Supreme Commander......" a man shouted loudly in broken Russian in the distance.

"Who is that?" I asked Yushchenko, who was standing in front of me, lightly.

Yushchenko looked in the direction from which the voice came and replied: "It's the captured officer." He said that it was the SS who killed the villagers, and that they were the Wehrmacht. I hope you will give him the treatment he deserves as a prisoner of war. You see, what to do with them? ”

The villagers who heard our conversation fell silent and watched me silently, waiting for me to make the final decision.

I had seen the scene with my own eyes, and it was unrealistic for me to forgive these German soldiers who had committed public outrage. So I replied coldly: "Let every soldier go to the entrance of the village to see the villagers who have been slaughtered by the fascist bandits, and these innocent villagers, especially the girls they have ruined, have begged the executioners for mercy before they are shot, but they have been mercilessly slaughtered." We must not spare these executioners, whose hands are stained with the blood of the villagers. ”

"But ......," Yushchenko said, somewhat bewildered, "it's not good to shoot a prisoner who has laid down his weapon." ”

"We don't need prisoners," I said firmly, "according to the regulations, the commander's orders need not be discussed. Captain Yushchenko, not a single one will be left, all of them will be shot, hurry up and carry out the order! ”

"Yes!" Yushchenko agreed, turned and left amid the cheers of the villagers to carry out the orders I had given.