Chapter 53: Tragic

Squeak...

With the harsh sound of the brakes, the truck suddenly stopped. Driven by inertia, Lin En didn't have time to reach out to support her, and slammed her upper body to the left on the hard carriage board. As a result, the pain of the sprained left foot was not gone, and the left elbow and left shoulder were numb again. But at this time, he was more worried about the fate of the commando team rather than his own. The truck was located very close to the Soviet tank assembly area. Although parking could allow more soldiers to evacuate, it also became a living target for enemy guns and cannons. Any Soviet tank could kill the people in one shot, and a string of machine gun bullets could shoot through the tarpaulin and baffle like a sickle mowing grass to take his life. Such an extremely risky move should not be the rational act of a battlefield commander!

After the car stopped, several more soldiers climbed into the carriage in just a few seconds. They were all walking into the carriage. Only Lin En moved against the edge of the carriage. He picked up the submachine gun again and glanced out with a cold gaze, preparing to shoot as soon as he saw the Soviet soldiers approaching. However, what he saw was a scene that he would never forget for life: two "dark night warriors" who did not carry square boxes spontaneously blocked the palace with several "miscellaneous soldiers". One of the "dark night warriors" was shot in the middle. He roared and asked his companions to evacuate first. He stubbornly raised his head and neck, and held the assault rifle in a nearly full position. The two miscellaneous soldiers pulled him forward one left and one right, but a shuttle of bullets came over and they instantly threw them down, but the "dark night warrior" was still shooting stubbornly...

Before they could bring everyone with them, the two trucks accelerated again and finally rushed out of the village. They were moving along the highway. The village left behind them shot up to the sky, and the smoke was everywhere. The sparse gunfire and sporadic explosions were still clearly heard. Sitting near the rear of the car, Lin Neng's mind was blank. Apart from being heroic, he really couldn't find any better words to describe the scene just now.

Looking back, there were still twelve or three people in the truck's carriage, and two of the four "Night Warriors" were carrying square boxes. If the other truck was about the same situation, and if they were sitting in the cab, the loss rate of the German side, who fought less and had more, was only about 40%. Under the current war trend, what the fifty German infantry did far exceeded their abilities - except for the 15 "Night Warriors", the rest were ordinary soldiers with no special combat experience, and they were probably selected by officers in the trenches like Lynn. Just look at the battle loss ratio, what else can people complain about?

After sitting in dismay for a while, Lin En finally remembered the cigarette in his pocket and took out one. Although the soldiers next to him did not look at him, Lin En still consciously shared the only half of the cigarette with his partner who had lived and died together.

The cigarette bag was not sent back to Lynn in the end, which made him feel a little better. He closed his eyes silently. If the battle was like in the movie, Lynn would rather have returned to the cold and muddy trenches when he opened his eyes again, but the reality is reality after all. A cigarette was not yet halfway through the flares blooming in the sky and the instantly lit vision reminded these German soldiers that he was far from escaping!

The shells shot from the village then roared and fell. Although the first few shots were not threatening, it at least showed that the Soviet army had begun to fight back strongly. After the battle in the village, Linn was still unable to determine how many Soviet tanks and self-propelled artillery were stopped there, only to know that he had destroyed one. Based on the explosions with similar momentum, it is speculated that the German assault troops may have destroyed more than 20 tanks and a small number of self-propelled artillery - even if they were all severely damaged or directly damaged, there were still many armored combat vehicles that the Soviets could use.

Although the flares guided the Soviet artillery fire, they also illuminated the originally dark roads, and the two trucks that were driving with lights were able to speed up. The oncoming airflow shaking violently the tarpaulin of the car, and the dark road retreated quickly under the wheels. With his lack of rich experience in riding, Lynn estimated that the truck's speed had reached 70 yards per hour, and it was even possible that it was even higher. This was contrary to the military transport vehicles that were always moving forward at a flat speed or even slower during World War II. However, considering that there was no heavy load on the car at this time, and Dodge and General Trucks were both producing civilian vehicles before the war, it was not surprising that the speed of the car was running out of the car.

The Soviet gunners quickly found the correct head. The shells sometimes passed two trucks and landed on the side of the road ahead, and sometimes roared into the nearby fields. Occasionally, one or two shrapnels made a "cry" sound, which immediately made the soldiers in the car anxious, and the loud explosions followed one after another made a shaking pain in the eardrum. After a while, the shells were probably landing on the road ahead, and the truck turned suddenly. Under the powerful inertia, the tilted body almost

After rolling over, the soldiers in the carriage almost rolled into a pile. After finally over, the violent bumps and subsequent turn made them feel like they had fallen into the meat grinder. After a while, the two trucks finally made a big turn. Seeing the corners of the woods appear behind the truck, and the village that burned fire disappeared from their sight, Lynn knew that the truck had passed the previous pine forest and entered the wilderness that took nearly an hour to walk.

Once the Soviet army bypassed the woods, it was difficult for the direct-firing artillery around the village to play a role. Such a simple truth is well known. However, before going to bed, the Soviets with unprecedented confidence were attacked by dozens of German soldiers. How could the Soviets who had unprecedented confidence give up? The revenge artillery fire stopped rear-end, and the shells flying at high curved angles began to fall across the woods. There was no real-time correction of the shooting, and there was no battlefield data link transmission that did not belong to this era. Such shooting was like hitting flies from the beginning. However, the flares could always accurately find their location, and always circled the two trucks running on the highway in a bright area.

Sitting in the back of the truck, Lynn was able to witness the spectacular scene of shells falling into the fields one after another. The bright yellow flames showed a hideous look from the gap between the black smoke and mud, and splashed the mud and mortar that was scattered again and again reminded him of the mischief of hitting rice fields with stones when he was a child. Such artillery fire looked fierce. As long as the shells did not fall within ten meters, they would not pose a fatal threat to the truck - but the battlefield could never be "should" and "should not".

Measurement. Lynn was looking out of the car in a daze. There was a sudden messy movement in the car. He quickly turned his head and saw two "dark night warriors" wearing brown-gray m42 and dark pea camouflage combat uniforms that had already placed a convulsed "miscellaneous soldiers" facing down. The guy was injured on the back. Judging from the position he was sitting just now, it was very likely that the shrapnel that penetrated the car board. Once such a low-probability incident occurs, the person who was shot can only admit that he was unlucky.

Although they didn't know each other before and had little communication along the way, the two "dark night warriors" still treated this ordinary SS soldier very seriously. The one on the left shouted and waved his hand to signal the person sitting at the rear of the car to pull the tarp tightly, and the one on the right took out the flashlight from his pocket. The moment the flashlight lit up, Lin Neng saw that the back of the SS soldier was blurred, and the torn wound was just at the position of the spine, which means that even if he could save his life, he might have to spend the second half of his life in a wheelchair.
Chapter completed!