When the last Leopard tank on the battlefield was reimbursed with Ishi Polu and others in the same way as they died together.

The German-stick soldiers who attacked the positions lost the last bit of fighting courage in their hearts.

You know! In order to capture the position in front of you that is only more than 200 meters wide due to the terrain, they not only dispatched a large amount of troops and equipment.

After a saturated shelling, there were 8 tanks alone.

During the battle, the German side temporarily increased its troops twice, making the total attacking force reach 500 people, at least twice the superior force of the defenders on the position.

But that's it. The counterattack was still so fierce that an iron-killing position.

Finally, after the commander in the rear issued the order to retreat, the remaining soldiers of less than a hundred men were still left and retreated in a mess.

At this moment, the people on the position did not even have any movement to pursue.

They were like mud, and they all collapsed to the ground.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I really can’t do it..

In this battle that lasted only twenty minutes and was definitely less than half an hour, the intensity was too high.

Even the blood-powered men like Hu Biao are exhausted because of their extreme mental tension, let alone other ordinary people.

It was only Hu Biao who was slumped on the ground, watching the German stick soldier who was retreating in embarrassment, and using his trembling hands to take out a pack of camel cards from his pocket.

After igniting it, I took a breath in my mouth.

A crying voice came from my ear: "Old Hu, Hu Biao, come here quickly, Tiedan is no longer able to do it, and finally something to tell you."

Under such a sentence, Hu Biao hurriedly ran towards the place where the sound came.

At this time, he discovered that during the previous artillery bombardment and battle, they dug out trenches, and most of them were splashed with mud and sand to fill them.

Because when he was running all the way, he stepped on floating soil, so that his steps when he moved forward were all deep and shallow.

After a while of running wildly, Hu Biao ran to the position.

He could see an iron egg lying flat on the ground with a twisted steel tube inserted into his stomach. Every time the chest and abdomen were undulating, blood foam was constantly spitting out from his mouth.

The orthopedic doctor standing next to him, Yuan Sin, and Delo lying next to him, were at a loss.

Because this twisted steel pipe is inserted too deeply in the belly; it cannot be pulled out in the current environment, and it is probably going to die soon if you pull the iron egg. If you don’t pull it, it will probably be soon.

So Hu Biao was called over to just listen to his last words.

"Brother, what do you want to say? As long as I, Lao Hu, can do it for you."

After lowering his head, Hu Biao put his mouth to Tiedan's ear and solemnly asked such a sentence in his mouth.

"Task, Task~" At this moment, Tiedan could no longer say a complete sentence in her mouth, and she could only retell these two words reluctantly.

And when he forced these two words, blood foam with body temperature kept splashing on Hu Biao's face.

But with the word "task", Hu Biao could actually understand what Tiedan wanted to say.

So, he assured Tiedan in an extremely affirmative tone:

"Don't worry, brother, we will definitely complete the task; Uncle Sam's plane No. 35 will definitely fall into the water; their big black fish will definitely continue to hit the mountain."

With such a promise, Tiedan slowly closed her eyes.

The face, which was originally twisted by pain, gradually stretched out; with a smile, the four died.

However, when hearing the news around, the members of the Zhongzhou team who rushed over felt heavy pressure in their hearts.

For a moment, the atmosphere became heavier...

About 10 minutes after the battle ended, two British hurricane fighters finally appeared.

Faced with the ending battle, these two hurricane fighters rushed towards an artillery position in the southwest of the ground position at Hu Biao's strong request.

The main reason is that there is no less than 8 150mm caliber heavy artillery there. To be honest, the pressure on the position is too great.

If they hadn't had their pre-bombing and destroyed a considerable number of fortifications on the position, so many people would have never died in the last battle.

The two main weapons are four 20mm cannon hurricane aircraft, and also carry two 113 kilogram bombs.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others still expressed considerable expectations for their actions.

Unfortunately, the air defense firepower of the German stick is too strong.

Two hurricane fighters hovered and strafed over the artillery position. After dropping bombs, they did not achieve any actual results, and they could only fly away here.

Even the left wing of one of the hurricane fighters was injured by ground fire during the battle; when they left, they carried a ray of black smoke, and I don’t know if they could successfully fly back.

Faced with such a bad result, the mad dog scolded the street for a long time.

The content of it is nothing more than just a matter of him flying the plane, which will definitely teach these German sticks a lot of lessons.

After the two hurricane fighters left in a mess, the messenger from the German stick appeared in front of the position and requested a two-hour ceasefire time.

During such a period of time, they can treat the wounded on their side and take away the bodies of the dead on their side.

Of course, they understand the rules: weapons, ammunition and food.

Faced with such a request, Hu Biao also decisively agreed to the other party's request.

During these two precious hours, Hu Biao and his friends not only urgently strengthened the fortifications, but also held a funeral for the people who died in battle on their side.

Specifically, firewood and gasoline were used to cremate all the dead in battle first.

The ashes were collected and brought back after the war.

At this moment when the broken bodies of the dead of battle were wrapped in a raging fire.

A British paratrooper was blowing the Scottish bagpipe he carried; a sad flute sound was transmitted far away with the sound of the bagpipe...

Perhaps it was in this fierce battle at noon that exhausted all the strength of both sides.

For the next whole afternoon, neither German club launched any attack.

During such a precious period of time, Hu Biao and other defenders silently licked the wounds on their bodies like wounded beasts.

I endured my nausea and ate a little bit, rested fortifications, treated the wounded, etc.

Even from the British army at the south end of the bridge, another 100 paratroopers were asked to come, and after the light wounded were included in the position, the troops reached 230.

All this calm situation continued until 6:30 in the evening.

Just when Hu Biao thought that the attack of Deshang was over today, the familiar sound of the shells cutting through the sky suddenly rang in their ears again.

"Everyone immediately enters the anti-aircraft hole and hides it~"

After throwing away the cigarette butt from his mouth, Hu Biao's voice roared on the position again.

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Time: September 19th, it was past 8 o'clock in the evening; tonight was another dark night without any moonlight and starlight, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Only when the Despoon side occasionally hits a flare into the sky.

That pale and dazzling light illuminates such a dark night for a short time.

Location: The southern end of the Arnhem Bridge Fortification is already on a dilapidated position.

However, in such a rare truce, Hu Biao did not seize the time to strengthen the position quickly to resist the Despoon, and would launch a fierce attack at any time.

Instead, we are doing something more important, which is related to whether we can hold our position tomorrow:

Spend some time to hold an emergency meeting and study countermeasures, otherwise the position will be in danger tomorrow if it develops according to the current situation.

That's right! The attack launched by Debang in the evening was repelled by Hu Biao and the others without any surprise, but the post-war casualties statistics made Hu Biao and the others realize something.

If the artillery positions in the southwest direction of the Despoon are not removed, the 150mm heavy artillery will be eliminated.

They will definitely not be able to survive tomorrow's daytime.

There is no way! The emergency reinforced anti-aircraft holes on the position were indeed carefully constructed; but they could not withstand these German sticks, and they would bomb back and forth regardless of the loss of shells.

At the beginning, for those anti-aircraft holes that were blown up.

Hu Biao and others dug out the first time, hoping that these people could be saved and not be suffocated to death.

However, after digging several anti-aircraft holes that had been blown up, Hu Biao and the others found that even if the anti-aircraft holes that were blown up by such 150mm heavy artillery, the people inside would be helpless even if they were dug out.

Even though they looked okay on the surface, their internal organs were seriously injured and there was no help at all.

So now, Hu Biao and the others have even saved the excavation, and the bombing hole that was blown up has become the tomb of those people.

In short, in the attack of Deshang Xin, Hu Biao and the others died or injured about 20 people, but more than 40 people died in the shelling.

In short, the number of defenders on the position landed to 160 people.

Hu Biao also knew that the troops controlled by Major John had almost been used to the end, and he probably could not squeeze out many reinforcements.

So tonight, you must kill those important points of virtue.

Otherwise, tomorrow's Desan could completely slap such a small position of more than 200 meters by just bombing with heavy artillery.

But how to kill it, we need to discuss this issue carefully...

In a state of distraction, Hu Biao entered chimney mode again, one by one, and his nostrils kept smoking; the camel brand cigarettes on his body had long been burned out, and now he was lit with the kind of horse shit-smell cigarettes.

Doesn’t he know that smoking is not good for health?
To be continued...