At this moment, Horner, who was unlucky enough to fall out of the car, was lying on the ground covered in night and pretending to be a corpse.

"," he muttered as he tried to look like a dead hapless bastard, staring at the armored vehicle in the distance, "you might as well stop and wait for me." ”

Gradually, the sound of armored vehicles died away, and the barrage of tracer bullets fired from the town subsided, and the night returned to its proper tranquility - except for the heavy smell of blood in the air.

James cautiously raised his head, looking for the location of the Russian cavalry, and then found that there seemed to be no moving targets on the field, but the fire in the village could still illuminate part of the field. So James began to crawl cautiously forward—he could get out of danger by crawling into the woods to the west before dawn—in fact, he could crawl away from where the village fire could find.

After crawling for a while, James's nails were full of dirt, and the exhaustion accumulated from the previous battle all day came up, making James feel terrible.

"Two bastards, they left me like this, and when I go back safely, you must look good."

**

On the other side, after retreating into the woods, Hans ordered the number of people to be counted, only to find that after a while, he found that his comic comrade was gone.

"If I had known, I would have asked him where his family lived." Wolf shook his head lightly with a regretful expression on his face, "Now I can't do it if I want to take advantage of my vacation to visit his family." ”

"He may not be dead, don't kill anyone." Hans took out a cigarette that had been in his trouser pocket for a long time and was completely out of shape, put it in his mouth, struck a match, lit it, took a hard breath, and spat out a slowly rising smoke ring in the sky, he looked at the smoke ring, and whispered, "The headquarters should know where his house is, let's go and see it next time we leave." ”

Wolf reached out and patted Hans on the shoulder.

The two men were silent for a moment, then Hans snuffed out his cigarette butt and turned to the combat engineer behind him, who was checking the condition of the armored repair vehicle, and said, "What kind of fortifications can we dig up before dawn now?" ”

The sapper immediately took out his sapper shovel, dug it into the ground, checked the soil, and then stood up and said to Hans: "If this is the kind of soil along the forest line, we should use the bulldozer shovel to dig out the approximate configuration, and then manually strengthen it into a trench as deep as the legs, and there will be a temporary breastwall made of earth on the enemy side." ”

"Sounds great, let's do it now! In addition, the machine-gun ammunition of each vehicle was counted. ”

"We can also cut down some bushes to strengthen the breastwork." The sapper pointed to the woods behind Hanszimmer, "By the way, a little more camouflage." ”

"Very good, good, now let's do it."

After saying this, Hans suddenly remembered something, so he turned to the armored hunters who were also gathered in the woods and shouted, "Is there anyone with a higher rank than the sergeant?" ”

No one spoke, so Hans pouted: "It seems that I am the boss, everyone counts the weapons and ammunition, and when they are done, they will come to help the sappers repair the fortifications, and if they want to survive this fierce battle tomorrow, they will honestly build the fortifications strong enough." Alright, let's get started. ”

After Hans finished speaking, everyone took action, and Wolf came to Hans's side and whispered, "Do you really want to fight here?" There are so many Russians, don't we think it's too much for us to rely on? I see ......"

"If we're lucky, we'll get reinforcements before dawn, and if we abandon here, the defense line will be pierced, and you can see the situation of the division headquarters, what can a guard company do?"

"Yes, the division headquarters is only a guard company, we can't get any reinforcements, right?"

Hans shrugged.

"Who knows, but at this moment, the headquarters of the group army group must be desperately transferring troops to the front line, and Lord Lin in the rear must be working all night urging the railway department to transport the troops to the front line faster, and I must believe in the efforts of the high-level masters."

"Why do I think Mr. Lin must be a big wave girl in ****?" Wolf muttered, bent down to lift his machine gun from the ground, turned to a bush and sat down, and began to check the bolt of the machine gun.

The construction of the fortifications proceeded quickly, and the combat sappers lowered the digging shovel in front of the armored vehicle to the lowest and arched the earth at full speed, so that the rudiments of a knee-deep pit with a breastwork appeared in the background. Then the German soldiers beat all the dirt with sapper shovels, and a simple line of defense was formed.

While rushing to build the defensive line, Hans made contact with the division headquarters by radio, and the division headquarters told them that reinforcements would arrive tomorrow morning, and Hans told the others the news, and everyone was very excited.

Sure enough, early the next morning, the genius was bright, and the "reinforcements" arrived.

Hans couldn't help frowning as he looked at the cooks, tailors, drivers, barbers, mechanics, and other miscellaneous people in the camp.

"We're still trained to use weapons." A burly cook patted the assault rifle that looked like a pocket-sized toy gun in its hand, "And, Daddy said, there's not enough to give you, enough ammo." We've brought you three cartloads of ammunition. ”

Hans looked at the full truckload and bit his lip - this ammunition is indeed enough, but if it can't withstand it, isn't it equivalent to sending meat to the Russian army?

Hans was irritated, and Wolf put the machine gun next to the car, rolled over and climbed into the truck, and exclaimed, "Oh, that's enough, these three boxes of machine gun ammunition are mine." Why come and get it later, ammunition is life! ”

After Wolf finished speaking, the others turned to look at Hans, who pursed his lips and then waved his arm to signal everyone to go up and get what they wanted. So the soldiers hula rushed up and quickly emptied the ammunition truck.

As if pinching the timing of the Germans' empty ammunition, the Russian artillery shells pierced the sky at this time.

"Shelling! Take cover! ”

Hans shouted, and with a skillful roll to the ground, he rolled into the improvised trench.

Although the members of the baggage squad were not combatants, most of them were accustomed to shelling, and they hurriedly scattered in all directions to hide on the spot, and the crowd that had just gathered together completely dispersed in an instant, and they all lay on the ground.

Russian artillery shells fell one after another, shaking the earth and kicking up a large amount of dirt.

The tree that was blown up fell straight from the sky like a sharp sword, hitting the ammunition box that had not had time to be dismantled when the ammunition had just been distributed, and directly smashed the box to pieces, and the bullets in the box were scattered all over the ground.

A shell hit the empty ammunition truck directly, turning the truck into a flaming fireball in the blink of an eye.

Hans lay on the ground, his head in his hands, waiting for the shelling to pass.

The wait was quite long, and Hans felt that he would probably never be accustomed to shelling for the rest of his life—the feeling of surrendering his life to God was not ordinarily bad.

As soon as Hans stood up after the bombardment had finally passed, he heard someone shouting: "Medics are needed here!" ”

"We don't have medics." Hans replied loudly, "Sprinkle sulfonamides, take morphine, bandage as much as you can, and the rest will be up to creation." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone shouted: "Russian army! Russian army stragglers! Coming to us! ”

**

James Horner was awakened by the sound of cannonballs, he raised his head suspiciously, looked at the forest line two or three hundred meters away and kept falling shells, and then turned his head to look at the sky.

"Damn, I just want to lie down for a while and rest, this ****** will be dawn!"

Even James himself began to admire his own swaggering personality -- perhaps he was more adapted to war than he had imagined.

James shook his head vigorously, shook away the meaningless exclamations, and turned his attention to the current situation.

The Russian army will bombard the forest line, it must be because their comrades-in-arms have controlled the forest and established a new defensive line, which means that as long as they rush through these last two or three hundred meters, they will be able to join their own troops along the way.

But the Russian army is now shelling the forest, which means that they are about to attack-

Thinking of this, James glanced back sharply in the direction of the village, and sure enough, he saw that the Russian skirmish line had already left the village, and slowly walked in his direction—a typical infantry and artillery coordinated attack step.

James cursed.

Now that he is caught in the middle, run to the forest, maybe he will be beaten into a sieve by the Russian army, stay where he is, and give him a chance when the Russian army passes by.

James pondered for a while, then he made a statement, lay on the ground, and continued to play dead.

He lay on the ground, listening to the sound of the cannon in boredom, feeling as if his heart was being pinched by something, and every beat made his whole body vibrate.

He was not sure where the Russians had gone, so he could only wait quietly for the shelling to end.

Finally, he heard the barrage begin to move forward, indicating that the Russian army's fire preparations were nearing the end and the infantry attack was about to begin. However, James thought, there was indeed a problem with the coordination of the Russians' infantry artillery, and the artillery fire began to move forward, and the infantry was still more than two hundred meters away from the enemy's position.

As soon as he thought this, he heard the voice of Russian talking, and then the sound of footsteps.

James felt like his heart was about to pop out of his mouth, and he struggled to contain his breathing, which had become rough from nervousness.

He quietly opened a slit with his closed eyes, just in time to see a Russian boot stepping not far from him. At this moment, James was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and the magnitude of the shaking of his shoulders made James think that he was 100% noticed. But the Russians strode over, and did not notice anything unusual about the corpse lying on the ground.

James had just breathed a sigh of relief when the second line of skirmishers passed him again.

This time it was much better, at least it didn't make my shoulders shake with fright, but my heart was still pounding.

When James saw the boots of the soldiers of the third Russian straggler, the recognizable sound of MG42's shooting penetrated into James's ears.

James really wanted to see his comrades-in-arms slaughtering the Russian army, but he was worried that there was a skirmish line behind him, and he would be discovered if he moved.

So he could only continue to pretend to be a corpse until the fifth straggler line of the Russian army passed through Guò.

James couldn't help it, quietly turned his head, and lay on the ground to look in the direction of the village behind him.

He found that there was still a skirmish line on the other side of the village, but the soldiers on this straggler line did not look like they were in a hurry to attack, but just watched their comrades advancing against German fire from a distance.

James understood in an instant that it was the Warlord of the Russian army.