Chapter 16 The war rekindled ()

Each army has a relatively fixed combat mode, and the Soviet army is no exception. After the bombing, the Soviet artillery shells came in the air with a similar roar. The village and surrounding positions naturally became areas that were subject to concentrated attacks. The village was basically intact before the bombing. Under the fierce bombing and continuous artillery attacks of the Soviet army, the German battle flag originally floating on the flagpole also disappeared in the artillery fire. The village and a large area around were filled with explosion light and thick smoke, and no one could be seen again!

The artillery lasted for nearly half an hour before the end. With such resolute artillery fire delivery, the Soviet command obviously wanted to avenge the revenge of its own T-34 and the combatants being dismissed. Following the Soviet attack habits, as soon as the cannon sounded, the slogans of officers sounded in the positions surrounding the village. With a "butcher" beside him, Lin En did not need to worry about his combat role and position, and the retreated soldiers were considered non-staff members of this defense zone. After waiting for a while, a young lieutenant officer

Running along the trench, judging from the badges and signs on the uniform, he was also a member of the SS's "Northern" Division. Seeing Lin N's four dirty guys, the lieutenant stopped temporarily and identified that the "butcher" was the highest rank. He explained a few hurriedly and loudly, and pointed his right hand at the woods outside the trench. The "butcher" nodded twice without hesitation, and finally said in a calm tone. The lieutenant pointed his left hand at the direction he had just arrived and hurriedly left.

The "butcher" waved his head at his only three soldiers: "Fuwolou-mi!" (German: Come with me)

Because the pronunciation is only one sound of "followme" in English, Lynn rarely understood another sentence. He quickly followed the "butcher" and walked north along the trenches for a while. He saw a difficult word. A non-commissioned officer wearing a cloth military cap stood there to distribute ammunition to the passing soldiers. Seeing that the soldiers were carrying rifles or submachine guns, he would take out bullets wrapped in kraft paper from two different boxes, but not packed one by one, but distribute some after they were opened. Behind him there was another wooden box containing the German iconic long-handled grenades. Submachine gunmen sent two, and some of them were not given one by one.

When he got closer, Lin En noticed that the quarantine officer was standing on a wooden ammunition box, and his true height might be less than 1.6 meters tall.

The "butcher" walked forward alone. The quarantine officer had just grabbed a bullet and was about to give it to him, but the "butcher" said something to him. The short sergeant stared at him for three or four seconds. Then he reluctantly grabbed three slightly larger and two slightly smaller kraft paper bags from the two boxes beside him, and "dumped" them in his arms that he had put together with his hands. Then he took four grenades from the box behind him. The tall soldier with Lin En hurriedly reached out with a smile on his face. The quarantine officer gave the grenade to him unhappily.

Although he didn't say anything in front of him, when he turned around and left, the "butcher" looked very bad. Another companion who was in the same place quickly picked out three slightly larger kraft paper bags from his arms. The "butcher" took the opportunity to stuff the two left in his hands into his pockets, took a grenade from his companion and inserted it on his belt, muttered, and then walked forward with a cold face.

The two companions did not speak, and they evenly divided the remaining three packs of bullets and three grenades. This was the first time that Lin En had touched the grenade, but in this case there was no intention to fiddle with it, and learned to insert it directly on the belt. The whole pack of bullets in his hand had a heavy texture. In fact, Lin En had seen such kraft paper bags on the first day, and each pack should have fifty rifle bullets or submachine gun bullets. On the front line, he had not distributed more than thirty rounds at a time, and he didn't know what the "butcher" said to the guy who looked like a quarantine officer. However, the fifty rounds did not make Lin En feel like he was a "nova". After all, I don't know when the next time I get ammunition supplies!

After getting the ammunition, the "butcher" walked back with his head in his arms. He almost did not have the bombing and shelling position before. He found a relatively narrow place in the trench, put his hands on the edge of the trench, stepped on the two walls of the trench in turn, and climbed up easily, without any effect of the left hand injury. Lynn and the others followed suit, but each carried Mauser rifle and "Poposha", so the movements of climbing the trench seemed a little clumsy.

After leaving the trenches, the four people soon arrived at the edge of the grove that the lieutenant referred to. Five or six large-eared steel helmets were hiding their four-unit machine guns with fresh branches. The woods faced the village with a gentle slope the size of a badminton court. The top of the slope was about two meters above the ground. When you walked up the top of the slope, you would find that the forest was actually "smaller" than you imagined. There were less than a hundred high and low pine trees and fir trees, and the entire forest occupied such a small hill. Several shells fell here during the Soviet bombardment, and several fir trees and some pine trees were blown up. Due to the wet environment, the artillery fire did not ignite other trees, and the charred craters left behind could barely be used as foxgloves.

Looking around, there are many such hills and groves within three kilometers of the village (East Prussia is mainly hilly terrain). Faced with modern weapons with great power, such hills and groves have no terrain advantages. As long as the Soviets are willing to spend some time, they can use T-34 or heavy tanks to crush the trees and climb up the top of the hill!

Under the leadership of the "butcher", Lin En and his friends found a bullet crater to guard, which was very close to each other. Put down their guns and backpacks, the "butcher" took out the shovel to strengthen their new position - he held the shovel handle with his right hand, and his injured left hand pressed the shovel handle at the base of his palm. When digging the soil, his feet stepped on the upper part of the shovel surface to exert force. His tenacious and serious mentality led to three "lazy eggs" who had planned to do this. Knowing that the "butcher" was stubborn, the three of them did not go up to help, but each tried to wave the shovel to dig the crater deep and build a short retaining wall on the east side. Before they could complete this small project, the Soviet artillery shells attacked again. Although the first few shots were heading straight to the front position of the village, the four of them quickly hid their heads and bodies in the crater, and only occasionally poked their eyes to observe the changes in the situation on the battlefield.

The Soviet army's subsequent artillery attacks seemed to be just to distract the defenders. The intensity and density of artillery fire were much weaker than before, but the shells were relatively concentrated, and the village and the trench area on the front were once again shrouded in the smoke of artillery fire.

Gradually getting used to the scene of "lightning and thunder" on the battlefield, and summed up the different sounds made by shells flying far and near the landing point. Lin Neng was able to face such artillery more calmly. The hill 3 kilometers ahead was where he almost died, and it was also the only way to come to this village from the east. In addition to staring at it, Lin Neng also took the time to look around the village. As expected, as he thought, the German defensive forces were not always fixed in a certain position, foreseeing that the enemy's ground attack was about to be launched, several clusters

The "shrub" was alive - two groups of German soldiers used human power to push anti-tank guns forward from the rear of the village side and edge of the woods to obtain a more forward attack position. One group moved forward from the back of the village until it was ambushed into the ruins. In addition, several gun groups did not change their positions, but soldiers hidden in trenches or woods returned to the gun position. Among them, there were "tank can openers" with particularly tall gun mounts and thick gun barrels, and the famous German pak41/43 88mm gun!

It is known that at least seven tanks and assault guns are deployed on this front, and seeing such a number of anti-tank guns, Lin Neng felt very at ease. He felt that although the previous front line had strong defensive firepower, the one that needed defense was a front that was dozens of kilometers wide, and the terrain was relatively wide, and the defense situation was not as good as that of this small village. In addition, the battlefield maneuverability of tanks and assault guns has very positive significance for revitalizing the situation of position defense war, not to mention that two of them were the German "land warfare little bully" Tiger tanks?

Under the control of experienced German gunners, the position of the three anti-tank guns was quickly adjusted. One of them was placed behind the four-unit machine guns, which was less than 30 meters away from Lynn. At this distance, Lynn turned around and could clearly see the gunners fixed the gun stand, adjusted the muzzle, and took out long pointed shells from the square wooden ammunition box. In the late World War II, the German army equipped a wide variety of anti-tank guns, some were developed and manufactured, some were seized from the Soviet army, and some were modified French guns, but they were still divided in appearance. According to the pictures in memory and the length of the barrel and size of the gun in front of him, Lynn judged that this was a German 75mm anti-tank gun, and it was very likely to be a later model - the reason was also very reliable: most of the good weapons produced by Germany were given priority for the SS during this period.

The shelling lasted for more than ten minutes, with more than a thousand shells falling, and many of them seemed to be rockets. Just when Lynn was not paying much attention, the Soviet artillery fire obviously "takes care of" the frontier areas of the German positions, that is, the area where minefields are usually laid. When Soviet tanks rumbled in sight, the sound of artillery gradually calmed down, and the two coincided and were very tacitly connected.

This time, the Soviet tanks that first drove up the hill were still the familiar T-34 of Lynn. They lined up loosely across the line, followed by combat infantry wearing white cloaks, and then appeared on the hills with some "black faces". Their appearance is somewhat similar to the "Niuke Fairy" in the insect world. The huge body is facing a huge head, and the huge head is protruding a thick and long gun barrel that looks extremely inconsistent. With the super-large muzzle retractor, it always makes people feel that it will fall forward with its head heavy and light feet when it goes downhill.
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