The moment the cannon rang out, James' shoulders shook.

He hurried to look over to the German position and saw that the shells had landed next to an armored car, apparently the Russian gunners had not yet entered the state.

He turned his gaze to the gun, which had been advanced to a position three hundred meters away from the German position, and saw that the Russian loader was filling the chamber with a shell.

For a moment, James wanted to pick up his assault rifle and give the Russians a hard blow, but the thought of hundreds of Russian troops lying not far in front of her finally gave her a disillusionment.

The Russians hit the armored car directly with the second gun, but the armored car continued to fire, and it seems that this gun failed to penetrate the frontal armor of the armored car.

The Russians were not discouraged, and the officer's command even reached James' ears through the dense gunfire.

James saw one loader swept down by the machine gun, but the other still finished loading, and the next moment the flash and smoke of the shot almost completely obscured the gun, and the brass-colored shells withdrew from the breech, James noticed that the armored vehicle being targeted was dumb.

He looked at the armored car, and from his position he could not see any damage to the car, nor could he see the flames, nor did he know whether the occupants of the car were stunned or destroyed.

James always felt that it was his fault, and that if he had been braver just now, he might have been able to save the people in the car - but he himself would have died.

As soon as the self-blame was generated, it immediately fermented rapidly, and James's heart was immediately shrouded in strong guilt. He suddenly realized that at the juncture of his partners' bloody battle, he was simply stealing his life by pretending to be a corpse on the ground.

His heart was beating violently, and his breathing became rapid.

His brain was tormented, and the desire to survive and the guilt of his partner tormented his nerves.

Finally, he made up his mind and reached out to grip his assault rifle.

At this moment, the other armored vehicles in the woods were activated, and they rushed out of the woods and rushed towards the Russian front.

The sudden onslaught caught the Russian gunner, who had just turned the muzzle, by surprise, and the shell hit directly high and flew past against the top of his new target.

The armored vehicles were strafing and rushing towards the Russians lying on the field.

The artillery of the Russian army in the rear opened fire, but the shells fell on the ground in front of the armored vehicles, and in a hurry, the Russian gunners fired grenades, and the explosions raised the mud blocks and smashed the Russian troops near the landing point.

The Germans began to charge, they followed behind the armored vehicles as they did during the exercises, using the armored vehicles as cover, and firing at the Russians from the left and right sides of the armored vehicles as they advanced.

At this time, the Russian army also shouted Ulla, got up from the ground, and rushed towards the attacking Germans like hungry tigers.

But the Germans, who used automatic weapons, clearly had an advantage in this kind of stake firing of less than 100 meters, and with the hull machine guns of the armored vehicles, the Russians were knocked down in pieces.

James found that the Russian artillery was putting away the open ammunition boxes and seemed to be preparing to retreat.

He knew his chance had come.

He jumped up violently, but the movement was too violent and he was anemic for a while, and he almost fainted directly. After forcibly stabilizing himself, James took a few sharp steps forward, then half-knelt on the ground and opened fire on the Russian gunner.

I don't know why, this time his shooting feel was unusually good, and after a few rounds of three rounds of three shots, three shots and five divisions of two, four or five Russian soldiers were put down, and the rest of the Russian troops only found him at this time, threw down the artillery that was being dragged, and picked up his rifle to aim at James.

James lunged forward, dodging the Russian fire, and then pulled out the magazine with only a few rounds left and replaced it with a full one.

Then he propped up his upper body slightly and finished a magazine in a standard lying position.

The Russians all fell to the ground.

James quickly swapped the last magazine, observed for a moment, then stood up and ran towards the cannon.

If this cannon had been dragged back to the German line, then the Russians would have to face artillery fire back when they fired at close range in the same way.

Thinking like this, James sped up, and suddenly, a Russian soldier who had fallen not far from him jumped up violently, roared and stabbed at him with a rifle loaded with a bayonet.

James didn't even think about it, so he just pressed the trigger and swept at the Russian.

At the same time, the intense shock caused him to lose his balance and fall directly to the right. He didn't let go of the trigger until he fell to the ground, gasping for air.

The Russian was on his knees a few meters away, and James' impatient strafing shot didn't seem to hit him a few times, but it was enough to rob him of the last shred of life in his body. He seemed to use all his strength not to be pushed backwards by the impact of the bullet, but knelt there, hunched over, looking at James, the look in his eyes gradually disappearing, and then his body slowly fell forward, and his face smashed directly on the Polish ground.

James gasped for breath, and at this time there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and he hurriedly raised his gun to pull the trigger in the direction from which the footsteps came, only to find that the bullet had been exhausted in the aimless strafing just now.

Then James found out that the man who came over spoke German.

"Don't shoot, calm down!"

James threw down the gun, he tried to get up, but this time he couldn't get on his feet.

As he sat back on the ground, a hand reached over and grabbed his arm.

"Come on, buddy. Stand up, and I'll take you back to the position. ”

"Thank you." James said and tried harder, and finally managed to get back to his feet.

At this time, the infantry artillery of the Russian front opened fire one after another, and grenades continued to fall next to the captured artillery. James' ears picked up a familiar voice: "Drag the artillery away!" Fast! Armored vehicles hit smoke grenades! ”

James, who was being helped by the strange Germans to walk towards the position, followed the prestige, and sure enough, he saw Hans crouching on the engine cover of the armored tow car giving orders.

Although the Russian artillery fire was still coming one after another at this time, James suddenly relaxed. He tried to say hello to Hans, but eventually gave up - there was still a chance to get back to his position.

After walking for a while, James finally entered the forest, where he should have been the previous night.

No sooner had he sat down in the trench than another familiar face appeared.

"Damn," Wolf threw Maxine to the ground and punched James, "You're still alive, Hans and I are thinking about going to your house next time we take a vacation." We have thought about your last words, I want to say to your wife that you love her very much, I hope she is all right, find the right person to remarry, if you don't dislike it, marry your close comrades-in-arms before your death......"

James gave Wolf a punch.

"Come on, I haven't married a wife yet. I'd love to have you help my adoptive parents. ”

"Then forget it." Wolf shrugged, then turned his head to look at the guys who were dragging the artillery into the woods in the face of German fire, "What a fierce battle, what are these black-hatted Russians coming from?" It doesn't feel like the Russians we met yesterday. ”

"I think they may be the Tsar's Guards, and their flags have the royal insignia on them, and only the Guards have the power to use the royal insignia."

"Guards...... Aren't these people in the Russian army similar to our armored hunters? It's all an elite army under the direct jurisdiction of the national leader or something......"

"You're right." As soon as James finished speaking, the armored tow car, which was covering the Germans to seize the artillery, fell backwards into the woods.

Wolf tore back his voice and shouted to Hans, who was crouching on the bonnet, "Hey, see who's back?" ”

Hans looked back, and smiled.

"Oh, why, I went to Hell and found that the food over there was bad and came back?"

James smiled and responded, "yes, the stuff over there is too unpalatable, and there are no fritters and soy milk." However, I don't know which side of hell is going on. ”

Hans looked back at the devastated battlefield and sighed, he felt in his pocket, as if looking for a cigarette, but he didn't find anything for a long time.

James raised his hand, took out a flattened box of cigarettes from his pocket, "fed" Hans, and threw the cigarette to him.

Hans lit a cigarette and sighed as he looked at the sight of corpses strewn outside the woods, "It's been a terrible day." ”

"It's not over today." Wolf said as he turned and dragged the machine gun he was still at his feet into the trench, dismantled the bolt and fiddled with it, and after a moment he cursed, "Damn, the bullets are really different from what we use, this guy is dead after a few hundred rounds." ”

Wolf sat down in the trench and stretched out his hand to Hans: "Give me one, I'll calm down." ”

Hans threw the whole box at him.

James also reached out and took a cigarette from Wolfe's hand, and the three of them lit the cigarette and looked at the tragic scenery in front of them together, silent.