Chapter 39 Refusing to be reckless

When Lin Neng's eyes turned to the battlefield again, the Soviet army's attack was like a wave hitting a breakwater. Even though it was violent, fierce and arrogant, it would either be crushed to pieces or retreat in disgrace when it tried its best but could not do anything to the other party.

After more than twenty minutes of fierce fighting, there were no less than 30 Soviet tank wreckage on the riverbed and the north and south banks, and the infantry killed by German guns formed a tragic phenomenon of "corpses everywhere". Since the surviving T-34s were obviously not enough to shake the German defense line, simple infantry attacks would only increase casualties in front of the enemy's machine guns. With the acquiesce of the officers, the Soviet soldiers who rushed to the south bank no longer jumped off the riverbed. They wanted to shoot against the Germans near the riverbank, but the German soldiers who had set up defenses in advance did not give them any chance. Mortars deployed behind the trenches opened fire, and the mg-42 using tripods also roared and ejected a deadly "metal storm". After only two or three minutes, under the cover of the last few tanks, the Soviet infantry finally retreated.

Despite the heavy casualties, the Soviets' retreat was still slow and orderly. As the distance between the two sides widened, the Soviet soldiers killed by the German firepower rapidly decreased. When the gunfire finally subsided, a silence occurred on the German positions for several seconds. Immediately afterwards, cheers and shouts spread rapidly from the front of the trenches.

War is like a football game. Strength does not represent victory, but maintaining as high morale as possible can still have a positive impact on the final result.

The awake brain can still see the essence through the surface, but Lin Neng's limbs seemed to be on the hard floor that had been sleeping for a week, his joints felt sour and numb, and his whole body seemed to be inexplicably drained. He leaned against the wall of the fox pit, leaned on the other side, unbuttoned the buckle under the helmet with his right hand, took out the cigarette with a trembling hand, and shook it, but two cigarettes fell out. He had to stuff one of them back, then held the other in his mouth, groping in his pocket for a matchbox, suddenly heard a "chic" sound, and before the person could react, the helmet was "descending" and then he threw it back.

This sudden cold gun shocked Lin En very much. He curled up in a conditioned manner and hid at the bottom of the fox pit. He didn't know the cigarette in his mouth even though he had fallen. What hurt him even more was that the moment the steel helmet was hit by a bullet, his panic and desperate mood almost made him incontinent. As a person with strong self-esteem, if that happens, Lin En feels that he definitely doesn't have the courage to survive.

At this time, a bang came from above, and the rapidly accumulated battlefield experience made Lin Neng judge that it was a gunshot coming from a closer distance. He suddenly thought of the German sniper on the roof. With professional disguise and professional optical scope, he had the conditions to snipe enemy gunmen on the battlefield.

Regardless of whether the Soviet army's ordinary infantry or professional snipers who had just killed him, Lin En, who had been huddled on the cold mud, first reflected on his own reasons: Although the enemy retreated, the lying corpses may not be dead bodies. A half-pull-shot rookie like him can shoot the target on his lying down at a distance of about 300 meters. Of course, the Soviet army soldiers can shoot himself in the head. After all, this fox pit is shallower than an ordinary trench. It is indeed very comfortable to sit like that, but it just exposed the top of his head. If he didn't wear a steel helmet, he might have been white and red all over the floor!

After the gunshot, no one shot on the rooftop. Lin En couldn't ask himself whether the cunning Soviet gunman of the sniper had been killed. Even if he could be sure, he could not speak loudly to avoid exposing his position. What's more, it was not easy to confirm whether a target was really dead on the battlefield.

After a moment, the voice of "butcher" came from the trench in front. Although Lin Neng couldn't understand the question after "Hey, Lynn", it was roughly possible to guess that the other party was asking about his own condition. Lin Neng quickly took out the dictionary from the bag to check the corresponding German language, and then responded to "butcher" according to the transliteration above. If someone in the villa saw Lin Neng's behavior, I wonder what he would feel.

Due to the cold guns before, the German soldiers did not dare to walk out of the bunker rashly during this battle. The people in the trenches could also walk around to transport the wounded and add ammunition, but "straight soldiers" like Lynn had no choice. While the sky was not completely dark, Lynn took out the "Daily German Session" and said parrotically: "Sergeant, how are you?"

"I'm fine too!" "Butcher" replied, but Lin Neng couldn't understand the sentence that followed him. Without any German foundation, seeking a dictionary based on the syllables issued by the other party was like finding a needle in the seabed. Lin Neng gave up this attempt and quickly stuffed two "divine books" back into his bag. He estimated that the new round of attacks by the Soviet army might begin soon, so he carefully checked his rifle, filled the magazine with five bullets, and took out the shell gun that almost caused him to be beaten. He felt that the recklessness in his character must be restrained and corrected.

In order to avoid losing the chain at critical moments, Lynn pulled the bolt of the wrench gun, and then he found that the chamber and the gun magazine were empty. He thought for a while: When the "butcher" dismantled the wrench gun into parts and handed it to the "old blacksmith", there were absolutely no bullets in the gun chamber. When the "old blacksmith" repaired the hammer and handed the assembled gun back to himself, not only was the safety open, but there were bullets in the gun chamber - was it not to make sure the hammer could work normally, he had already tested the gun in advance and unconsciously put it in a state of waiting for release?

Although he was suspected of taking the blame, he was not subject to actual punishment after all, and Lin En was not so urgent to find the truth. Moreover, he had seen it before that the town was also bombarded by the Soviet army. The technicians responsible for repairing firearms and equipment might have retreated to the relatively safer rear in advance. No one can guarantee whether the vast crowd can meet again.

Fortunately, the "butcher" gave many bullets earlier. Lin Neng took out six rounds from his pocket and filled them into the magazine. After loading the bullet, he carefully kept the insurance. He opened the insurance and pulled the trigger. The order of pulling the trigger was firmly in his mind. Everything was ready. He groped and picked up the semi-wet cigarette from the ground. His head was close to the south-facing foxhole wall, and took out matches from his pocket to burn. As soon as he lit the cigarette, the enemy's shells roared again...

"I'm so good, can you take a breath!"

Lin En angrily said two standard Chinese sentences, and the continuous explosions completely covered his roar. Even if other German soldiers heard it, they would probably only think that this guy was venting hysterically. As for what language he was speaking and what he was speaking, who would still have the heart to pay attention to?

After throwing off his helmet, Lin Neng could only hold his head tightly with his hands and curled up in the corner of the fox pit. This time the cigarette in his mouth was still in the mouth. After taking a few seconds, the tormented pain actually relieved a little. Even the eardrums, which were always shocked, barely persevered. After smoking a cigarette, the Soviet bombardment was not over yet. Lin Neng simply took out one from his pocket. At this time, it was no less difficult to light a match with a match than sitting behind a motorcycle to cut his nails - at least Lin Neng himself was so much. Fortunately, the two matches finally lit the cigarette. At this time, the smoke of gunpowder was filled with gunpowder, and neither side would notice the light smoke rising from this small fox pit.
Chapter completed!