"Look down." Morcharin shouted and rushed to the ground, but it was too late.

The shot that killed Anton was just a signal, a signal to open the door to kill.

Amid the dense gunfire, countless bullets flew from the side, drilling countless bullet holes in the trunk of the birch tree, and also piercing countless blood holes in the flesh and blood of the Morcharinban soldiers.

As countless bushes and branches were splashed into the sky, Soviet soldiers were wailed and knocked to the ground one by one. After the gunshots stopped, only the sound of severely injured people dying in the woods were left.

Captain Winter took a platoon's subordinates to form a half-moon formation, carefully walked to the place where Morcharinban was corpsed and counted one by one.

"There are nine people here, plus that one." Captain Winter pointed to the body of Anton in the distance and said, "There are ten people in total. Why are there ten people? One Russian class should be eleven. Is anyone running away?"

"There are only ten people, I counted them, no one missed the net, they are all here," Friedrich said.

Looking down at Morcharin, who was twitching on the ground, a look of anger flashed across Captain Winter's face.

Although these enemies were easily killed, the gunshots in the woods could not be concealed. The infiltration mission of himself and his subordinates might have been exposed to the Russians outside the woods by the gunshots just now.

When Captain Winter and his subordinates first discovered Morcharinban, he hesitated for a while to whether to shoot.

The gun will be exposed. If the gun is not fired, the Soviet army's team will walk along the riverside. Soon you will find the German army crossing the river.

It was not until he saw the Soviet patrol discovering the Germans crossing the river that a Soviet soldier turned and ran backwards that Captain Winter gave up his concerns and fired the first shot decisively.

If exposed, he had to change from sneak attack to strong attack, and confront the Russians head-on, and Captain Winter made up his mind.

"This guy is actually laughing. Is it my illusion?" Victor said, pointing to Morcharin lying on his back.

"You must have read it wrong. He is about to die. How could he be really laughing?" Friedrich said in surprise.

Captain Winter walked to Morcharin and saw three bullet holes in his chest, blood was gushing out. The grass-green military uniform was dyed red.

This person was the one who gave the order just now. His injuries were very serious and he obviously couldn't survive, but the corners of his mouth were curled up with a very obvious curve. His eyes were full of smiles. As long as he was not blind, he could see that he was smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" Captain Winter asked in confusion.

Morcharin didn't say a word, but just smiled until his brown eyes lost his eternal spirit.

"The Russians may look different from ours. This is the first time I have seen someone who keeps laughing before dying." Victor shook his head in confusion and said to Friedrich.

"I think he is saying that the gunfire we had just exposed our position, and the enemy's large forces soon came back to encircle us. Kill us one by one, avenge him and his men." Friedrich said.

Captain Winter glanced at his younger brother coldly and continued, "Confirm that all the Russians are dead. Don't pretend to be dead, remember to take away their weapons."

When Captain Winter's troops set out again, their subordinates had an additional Teggalev light machine gun, two submachine guns, four SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles and three Mosinnagan rifles.

"The Russians' weapons are so messy that they are equipped with four guns in a class," said Friedrich.

"Russia cannot use common sense to reason." Victor rarely expressed a deep emotion.

"Everyone is cheered up. Don't be distracted. We have been exposed. Maybe there are Russians lying in front of us. If you don't want what happened to the Russians just now to happen to us, don't be careless." Captain Winter growled.

Seeing Captain Winter get angry, the two hurriedly stopped chatting and followed the army with concentration to continue marching. However, their eyes were more cautious than before the gunshots rang out.

Squatting under the thick birch tree, Andrevic held the "important document" in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand. He squatted in an unprecedented comfort. In five minutes, he completely expelled all the "out of time" in his stomach.

Andrevich took the cigarette in his mouth and took a few sips, pressing the cigarette butt on the ground to extinguish it.

Rubbing his refreshing abdomen, he picked up important documents and carefully cleaned his hips.

With a crisp gunshot, Andrevich's body shook involuntarily, and his right hand was hanging without breaking the toilet paper.

Gunshots, and very close.

Andrevich turned his head and looked in the direction where the patrol disappeared, but was blocked by the trees and bushes and saw nothing.

At this moment, a series of gunfire sounded and echoed in the dark woods.

Something must have happened. Under the influence of tension, Andrevich's fair face turned red.

After rushing to clean up his personal hygiene, Andrevich threw away the toilet paper, picked up the rifle leaning against the tree trunk, stood up and ran in the direction where the gunshots were heard.

The moment he took a step, a heart-wrenching stinging pain came from the soles of his feet. Andrivic's legs became weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He leaned on a rifle in his left hand and held the birch tree trunk with his right hand, so he did not fall to the ground.

Andrevich bared his white teeth, his facial features twisted into a ball, and tears almost flowed out of his eyes.

At this critical moment, the legs were numb, and they were still two legs, and the sequelae of squatting caused by squatting.

With a rifle turned into a crutch, Andrivich limped in the direction of the gunfire, but soon fell into the bush.

The gunshot had already stopped, and the woods became quiet again. He clearly heard a slight voice from the depths of the woods.

Andrevich carefully identified it for a while and it was not Russian or Lithuanian in the distance.

Reminding the gunshots that just now rang out. Andrevich was like falling into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe.

The German devil must have crossed the river.

In horror, the young Andrevich felt the sting on his legs disappear instantly.

Squad leader Morcharin, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, drunkard Ivanov, and Scud Anton, are they all dead?

Damn Germans, the gunfire just now must be the Germans killing their comrades.

Thinking of the murder of comrades who had been with each other day and night by the Germans, Andrevich felt a burst of blood pouring on his head.

There was only one idea in his mind to avenge his comrades.

He bent his elbows. Andrevich slowly climbed to the edge of a birch tree, picked up the Mosinnagan rifle in his hand and pointed in the direction where the sound came.

Not long after, he saw a figure appearing in the distance.

There are so many Germans, at least one row.

Whenever I see a German figure, Andrevich's courage decreases by one point.

His fingers moved back and forth on the rifle's guardrail and trigger until the German figure became clearer and clearer.

For the old squad leader, for Ivanov, for Anton, and for all the sacrificed comrades, Andrevic roared a revenge in his heart and pulled the trigger fiercely.

With a "bang", the crisp gunshot made Andrevic's ears buzz.

Seeing a figure in front of him fall to the ground, Andrevich jumped up with satisfaction, turning around and running towards Lai Lu, and bypassing one big tree after another along the way.

Andrivic almost had just left the birch tree where he was hiding, and a string of bullets landed in the position where he fired.

Chasing the figure running in the S-shaped route. Captain Winter shot two shots, but none of them hit.

Seeing that figure disappear from sight, the other scouts stopped shooting and acted in a warning posture.

Friedrich knelt on one knee and pressed Victor's thigh and shouted, "Sanitation soldiers, there are wounded here."

Covering the bloody thighs, Victor gritted his teeth and said, "That bitch who was raised by a bitch actually hit me with a black gun."

The health soldier ran to Victor. He pulled his hand away, checked for a while and said, "It's great, it's a piercing injury and didn't hit the artery. You should feel glad that if Ivan's gun tilted a little to the right, you will not be a man in the future."

"You mean, I want to thank the guy who shot black guns for showing mercy?" Victor said.

The health soldier quickly bandaged Victor's wounds and then said to Captain Winter: "Victor is not suitable to stay on the battlefield and must be sent back."

Captain Winter nodded silently, took out a paper and pen and wrote a battle report and handed it to Friedrich.

"You have two tasks, one is to send Victor back to the starting point, and the other is to hand over this battle report to Major Koch, and then bring me his reply."

When Friedrich was sent away, Captain Winter shouted: "Everyone stopped moving forward and built a line of defense on the spot."

In the village of Vasd, Colonel Fedorov heard the telegram after listening to the communications consultant, he snorted coldly and said, "The Germans really couldn't help but send people to smuggle through the Neman River. Everything was as expected. He ordered the Fifth Motorized Infantry Regiment to send a battalion to let the escaped private lead the way to kill the German army smuggled across the river."

The communications officer turned around and was about to leave, Fedorov suddenly called him.

After careful consideration, Fedorov suddenly picked up the phone on the table and dialed the headquarters of the Fifth Motorized Infantry Regiment.

After briefly speaking, after the German army smuggled across the river, Fedorov said in an unquestionable tone: "From the private escape back, to the telegram I received, and then to your troops entering the forest. During this period, I think the enemy will have two reactions, one is to escape back to the other side, and the other is that during this period, more German soldiers crossed the river and had already built positions in the forest. For insurance, I order you to lead the entire regiment and take the private to encircle and suppress the Germans in the forest. All the Germans who smuggled across the river must be eliminated."

In the forest, Captain Winter and his superior Major Koch chose the second reaction Fedorov called it.

Seeing the escaped Russian "black gun" soldier, Captain Winter knew that his troops had been completely exposed.

After receiving the report from Captain Winter, Major Koch's first reaction was to speed up the troops' speed of crossing the river, and to send as many troops as possible to the other side of the river before the Soviet army counterattack.

When he learned that Captain Winter's Second Company had established a bridgehead on the other side of the river, the main force of the 37th Reconnaissance Battalion and the infantry from the 1st Battalion of the Sixth Motorized Infantry Regiment rushed to the river, put down the rubber boats, and rowed wildly to the other side of the river.

The Fifth Motorized Infantry Regiment was not slow either, and a convoy of hundreds of Gas Trucks drove onto the highway in the east of the forest.

Amid the roars of the officers, the Soviet infantry quickly jumped out of the truck compartment, gathered on the road, and then rushed into the forest with the officers.

In the south of the forest, Andrevich walked in the front, following at least one battalion troops, searching along the river bank to search and advance along the site of the battle.

Although more than an hour has passed, the hatred of the Germans has made Andrevich clearly remember every detail of the patrol.

Stopped under a birch tree with a bowl of mouth, Andrevich sniffed and choked to the major beside him, "It's here that I broke up with my comrades in my class, but I didn't expect it to be a farewell forever."

The major patted his shoulder and comforted softly: "We will avenge the sacrificed comrades, and the Germans must pay the price for the evil deeds they have done."

"Tell me, we are not far from the Germans, and ask them to search carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, the major heard a strange hissing sound, as if the oil cloth was torn apart.

Two Soviet soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

The two were swept into four sections by the deadly bullets. A corporal shot was not dead. His upper body was lying on the ground and spasmed, trembling, and his eyes were staring at the major.

Without caring about pity for the corporal with tenacious vitality, the major fell to the ground and looked in the direction where the gunshots sounded.

The gunshots in the forest were already ringing, and they were suddenly ambushed. Soviet soldiers were swept to the ground one after another, and the surviving soldiers also fell to the ground in panic.

Under the trunks, in the bushes, and behind the earth slopes, there are German firepower points everywhere.

After carefully observing the situation on the battlefield, the major crawled forward, climbed behind a slope, looked at the opposite side again, but only saw countless tree trunks and shrubs, as well as the smoke rising from time to time in the bushes.

The major was very experienced and carefully identified the gunshot density on the opposite side and made an amazing judgment that the German army on the opposite side had at least two to three companies.

A messenger was sent to the rear to transmit military information, and the major quickly climbed to his subordinate company commander and asked him to lead the team to attack.

The company commander had no choice but to jump out of the hidden bushes and shouted: "Comrades, attack and kill those German devils, Ula."

After saying that, he used tree trunks as cover to take the lead in rushing towards the German positions.
Chapter completed!