Under the bombardment of the Imperial Division artillery, the Soviet army's original surging offensive instantly disappeared, and countless corpses of Soviet infantry lying on the ground. Fortunately, the soldiers who survived the shelling were suppressed by the fierce artillery fire and could not move.

The Soviet tank troops suffered relatively minor losses in artillery fire. Only a few four tanks were injured by shells and were paralyzed in their original location.

The other tanks still rushed towards the German positions in a fierce manner, but did not find that the infantry had lost their followers behind them.

The No. 3 assault gun hidden behind the corners of the house and bushes was not polite to the target that was delivered to the door, and used the precise artillery technique to kill the Soviet tanks one by one.

The Soviet tanks that escaped the ambush of the No. 3 assault cannon by luck and rushed to the paratrooper position also turned into a pile of scrap steel under the siege of iron fists and tank killer rockets.

When the Imperial Division's artillery stopped firing, the ground battlefield quickly returned to silence, with only sporadic gunfire, and more of the wailings of the wounded.

Corporal Kurt glanced at the tank on the left side of the foxglove, with three bodies lying beside the tank.

These three Soviet tankers wanted to abandon their car and escape after the tank was destroyed, but were targeted by Kurt and then shot at him and fell to the battlefield.

Sitting in the trench with his gun and comrades in his arms, Corporal Kurt was smoking while waiting for the start of the next battle. They knew clearly that the next battle would not end so easily.

Bored, the two looked up and watched the battle in the sky.

At some point, the battle in the sky had changed, and the Soviet Air Force no longer sang a solo show alone.

Fighters with iron cross logos under the wings soared in the sky and strangled into a group of Soviet fighters.

As a veteran, Kurt could recognize the model of the plane in the sky with almost a glance.

The one who is always used to flying over his head at the height of scraping the ground is definitely the Il-2. The one who launches dive bombing from time to time is the Pe-2 bomber. Needless to say, the Me-109 must be the one who hunts down these Russian bombers, which is the number one star among all fighter jets of the Luftwaffe.

The air battle was in full swing. Kurt suddenly heard his comrades shouting. Looking in the direction pointed out by his comrades, another group of aircraft flew from the east.

Kurt roughly counted the size of the first aircraft fleet, with at least fifty aircraft.

"The Russians are coming again, cheer up."

Kurt said as he leaned out his head quietly. Looking at the forest east, you could vaguely see people shaking on the edge of the forest.

After quietly looking at the movements of the forest, Kurt's ears once again made a thrilling sound of a large number of shells flying across the sky.

The moment he retracted his head, Corporal Kurt saw several big guys with square heads rushing out of the forest.

kv-1? or kv-2? They finally appeared.

Another Universe cigarette was lit, and Corporal Kurt was waiting for the beginning of the war while sucking the clouds and spitting out mist.

The red light of the cigarette butt flashed. Just halfway through the cigarette, Corporal Kurt suddenly raised his eyes and his eyes flew out of the foxglove. His comrades also looked out of the foxglove.

In less than a cigarette, the Russians' shelling was instantly sluggish. Whether it was the density of the explosion sound or the amplitude of the ground shaking, it was greatly attenuating.

He took a few sips of cigarettes and threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the fox pit. Corporal Kurt boldly looked out of the fox pit.

The Russian artillery bombardment had stopped because, shortly after the shelling began, five me-109 combat reconnaissance fighter jets rushed to the east, looking for Soviet artillery positions.

The threat from the sky curbed the performance of Soviet artillery. Soon, behind each Me-109, a "swearing follower" appeared, some were MiG-3s and some were Lag-3 fighters.

Kurt knew nothing about the battle situation in the distant sky. He only knew that there were green figures in charge everywhere in front of him. The square ones were KV tanks, the smaller ones were infantry, and the infantry cluster was mixed with some small BT series tanks, which may be BT-5 or BT-7.

Kurt's eyes were full of solemnity. Judging from the driving route of the Soviet tanks ahead, at least one kv-1 tank would run over his foxhole, and two would pass within twenty meters of the foxhole, provided that these three tanks could survive to the remaining distance.

The Soviet infantry was divided into countless squads, following one after another, approaching the paratroopers' positions step by step.

On the KV-1 tank facing Corporal Kurt, the muzzle of the first machine gun spurted out of flames, and bullets fell on the paratroopers' positions like water.

About two hundred meters away from Corporal Kurt's foxhole, the KV-1 tank stopped in an emergency, and the turret turned slightly, and then a ray of flame and thick smoke were sprayed out, just like the cigarette butt that Corporal Kurt had just thrown away.

The 76.2mm grenade flew straight into the first floor window of a two-story house. Smoke and dust and wood chips flew out, and the screams of the paratroopers and machine gun teams in the room were flying out.

Kill a German machine gun team that blocked the road, and the kv-1 tank continued to advance, opening straight towards the fox pit where Corporal Kurt was located.

The machine gun at the front of the car kept firing, and the bullets hit the ground around the fox pit and made a sound. Corporal Kurt and his comrades could only huddle in the fox pit and dared not show their heads.

At the critical moment, Corporal Kurt heard the sound of artillery fire again, of course it was from the friendly artillery behind him.

Compared with the first battle, the firepower of the Imperial Division artillery also decreased significantly.

Also threatened by the Soviet reconnaissance planes, the artillery battalions of the Imperial Division could only fire in turn, no longer as powerful as before, and defeated the Soviet charge by relying solely on the power of artillery bombardment.

However, for the paratroopers fighting on the front line, this is enough.

The Imperial Division's artillery fire in time curbs the advance of the Soviet infantry, forcing them to lie down on the ground to avoid shrapnel.

Corporal Kurt mustered up his courage and looked out of the trench again, and he still saw the tank that was charging.

Although he had already retracted his head quickly, Kurt still felt the local metal impact sound of the steel helmet above his head.

After taking off the helmet, Kurt was horrified to see a crack as long and thick as an index finger on the center of the top of the helmet.

Fortunately, the bullet was just brushed. Corporal Kurt was glad to put the helmet back on his head and reached out to pick up the anti-tank mine placed at his left foot.

"Simon, that guy is approaching us, see where it is?" exclaimed Corporal Kurt.

"It's less than twenty meters, safe distance." Simon took a risk and shouted at Kurt.

"Five, Four, Three..." Kurt counted a five-second countdown in his heart, and at the same time he focused on feeling the sound of metal friction from outside the foxgate.

Now, when Corporal Kurt looked up and could see the top of the turret of the kv-1 tank, he stood up straight with his anti-tank mine in his arms, and what he saw was the wide track of the kv-1 tank.

The distance is too close, and the deflection angle of the machine gun at the first car is not enough to threaten Kurt.

At the critical moment, Kurt threw the anti-tank mine in his hand under the track of the kv-1 tank.

Almost as soon as he retracted back to the trench, Corporal Kurt heard a loud thunderous sound.

A shadow fell into the trenches with a gust of wind, and was photographing Corporal Kurt's helmet.

Kurt's eyes turned black and countless Venus were flying around.

The tank tracks fell into the fox pit.

The huge power of the anti-tank mine broke the tank tracks. Driven by inertia, some of the tracks were thrown out from the front and fell into the foxglove pit. Corporal Kurt suffered a heavy blow.

After shaking his head for a long time, Corporal Kurt dispelled the Venus and the darkness in front of him. He happened to see him beside him. Simon first glanced at the right side of the fox pit, then suddenly poked out his body, and the iron fist anti-tank rocket caught in the armpit on his right flew out with a sneer, and the kv-1 tank charging in front of the right.

Before she could check the results of the battle, Simon retracted back to the fox pit and looked back at Kurt.

"Don't be dazed, the Ivans have rushed up." Simon shouted.

Shaking his dizzy head, Corporal Kurt picked up the stg42 assault rifle, stood up, and used the KV-1 tank as a cover.

His eyes passed through the gap between the tank chassis and the ground. Kurt saw a pair of legs and seven or eight figures approaching quickly in the distance.

There was someone opposite the tank. Corporal Kurt shot a point shot, and the bullet flew past the bottom of the tank. He hit the legs wearing black leather boots and green military trousers. A sound with a tank cap howled and fell to the ground.

Kurt shot the second shot, ending the pain of the tank hand.

The wreckage of the tank in front of him created a bunker made of steel for Kurt and Simon. The gap between the tank chassis and the ground was the shooting hole of the bunker.

The two took turns to fire, killing any Soviet soldiers trying to approach the tank, all over the ground until an accident happened.

A mortar shell fell from the sky and was falling behind the fox pit, with gunpowders and dust covering the fox pit.

Kurt was squatting in the trenches to replace the magazine for the assault rifle, and saw Simon's tall body leaning softly backward, sitting in the fox pit, his head tilted, and falling at his feet.

With difficulty holding Simon up and sitting in the foxglove, Kurt tried Simon's breath.

Still alive, Simon is still alive.

The excitement that Simon survived didn't have time to smile on Kurt's face, and his eyes turned toward the sky.

Three red signal flares are flying high in a swaying manner, extremely gorgeous against the background of the blue sky, but in Kurt's eyes, it is so out of place.

The three red flares were agreed upon to retreat signals. Seeing this signal, all paratroopers had to retreat to the west side of the river.

The battle between the paratroopers and the Soviet army was in a stalemate. The regiment headquarters actually issued an order to retreat at this time. Wouldn't it be that the paratroopers exposed their backs to the Soviet army?

Kurt glanced at Simon, who was seriously injured and unconscious in the trenches, and wandered around the trenches with anxiety.

After staring at Simon for three or four seconds, Kurt gritted his teeth and hung the assault rifle on his chest. He picked up Simon's G42 semi-automatic rifle, jumped out of the paratrooper pit, and stuck it to the edge of the kv-1 tank.

Using the chassis of the kv-1 tank to block the body, Kurt put the G42 semi-automatic rifle on the tank chassis and fired left and right in turn. He instantly fired ten bullets, and three Soviet infantrymen fell into a pool of blood in convulsions.

Pull out the two grenades on your waist, and Kurtra ignites the lead and throws it in the direction of densely populated nearby.

Amid the explosion of the grenade, Corporal Kurt used his hands and feet to climb up the chassis of the tank, hid behind the turret, and fired with his assault rifle left and right, opening fire at all nearby Soviet infantrymen who were trying to approach the tank until the assault rifle in his hand made a jingle of a striker hitting the air.

Corporal Kurt's crazy actions turned the foxglove into a life for the Soviet infantry.

Seeing the Soviet infantry running around and looking for a place to avoid their firepower, Corporal Kurt turned around and jumped off the tank, stood next to Simon with an assault rifle in his back, bent down to pick up Simon, who was unconscious, carried it on his shoulder, and ran to the west with his back to the KV-1 tank.

Along the way, he encountered other paratroopers in retreat, and Kurt shouted loudly: "Cover me."

All the paratroopers who saw Kurt stopped their retreat one after another, looked for hidden places to block the Soviet infantry and tanks that were chasing.

When Corporal Kurt ran and retreated to the rear with Simon, green smoke burst out from the battlefield.

A team of sixteen me-110 fighter jets descended from the sky and swept across the battlefield at a height of one or two hundred meters above the ground.

sd-2 "Devil's Egg" spread its bat-like wings, covering the heads of Russian infantry on the ground, and bursting out a ball of fire in the sky.

The sharp shrapnel rushed straight to the ground, ruthlessly piercing the bodies of the Soviet infantry on the ground.

After throwing the SD-2 "Devil's Egg", the me-110 dived again, swept the ground with an aviation machine gun and machine cannon to suppress the actions of the Soviet infantry.

Hundreds of paratroopers ran in the buildings and woods and bushes on the east bank of the Agron River and rushed towards the Agron River in a raging manner.

More than a dozen No. 3 assault guns were also mixed in the middle.

"Corporal, come here." The chariot, half of his body exposed, shouted to Kurt on a No. 3 assault gun.

After rushing to the No. 3 assault gun, Corporal Kurt raised Simon toward the commander, who dragged Simon on both shoulders and dragged Simon onto the assault gun.

"You go first, I'll break the back."

Kurt picked up the assault rifle behind his back and followed the No. 3 assault gun toward the Agron River.

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A radio wave flew out from the east of Pustoshka city and instantly penetrated into the headquarters of the Northwest Front.

One minute later, General Kuznetsov, commander of the Northwest Front, sent an additional telegram to report his victory.

"The 10th mechanized army did not disappoint me. They have broken through the German positions in the suburbs of Pustoshka and are now engaged in street fighting. It is less than five hours before they break through the German positions outside the city. According to this efficiency, we can wipe out the German troops in the Pustoshka region in a maximum of twenty-four hours." Kuznetsov said to the Chief of Staff excitedly.

"So, the Germans are going to be finished?" said the chief of staff with a smile.
Chapter completed!