The German army deployed about a platoon of troops at the east entrance of Soviet Avenue. When we saw us rushing towards them, the German soldiers hiding behind the sandbag fortifications on the street side two or three hundred meters away, they took up the light in their hands. The machine guns and rifles fired at us without hesitation, seemingly trying to block our way forward with intensive firepower.

Facing the intensive firepower of the enemy, soldiers from the guard battalion and I jumped into the crater beside us. Basmanov and I jumped into the same crater, turned to look at the mortar company that was far behind, and said anxiously: "Master, you stay, and I will bring the soldiers of the guard company to rush up. ."

Without waiting for me to speak, he stood upright in the crater, looked around for a moment, and shouted loudly: "Leave the protection division commander in one row, and follow me in the second and third rows!" After speaking, he jumped out and waved. The submachine gun in his hand rushed forward quickly, and the commanders in the second and third rows also yelled out of the crater and followed Basmanov to rush forward.

When rushing to the enemy's position only less than 100 meters away, Basmanov and his soldiers were suppressed by the enemy's intensive firepower and were unable to move in the crater. The bullet swished over their heads, and anyone who had a head would be knocked down by the flying bullets.

I lay in the crater, carefully observing the enemy's position. There is a sandbag fortification on each side of the entrance of the street, and five or six enemies are shooting desperately behind each fortification. On the roadside are two three-story buildings. The building on the left has been destroyed by enemy shells or bombs. The building on the right is facing us. There are three windows on each floor on the wall. In front of the window, he unscrupulously suppressed Basmanov and the second and third rows of commanders with firepower.

I hurriedly rushed to the row of commanders in the left and right crater and shouted loudly: "Everyone, listen to my command, suppress the enemy's firepower, cover Captain Basmanov and the others assault." My voice just fell. Bean-like gunshots sounded around him. When the first round of shooting ended, five or six German soldiers hiding behind the sandbags fell to the ground, and the enemy's firepower just weakened. The commanders hiding in the bullet crater flew up and rushed up with their weapons. However, before they were close to the sandbag fortification, a few German soldiers rushed out of the nearby building and ran to the sandbag fortification quickly to replace the German soldiers who were killed. Under the intensive firepower of the enemy, the troops just rushed forward and had to retreat into the crater again. Although their reaction was very quick, more than a dozen soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Saw the troop's offensive frustrated. I couldn't help feeling very anxious. At this moment, Morozov jumped into the crater where I was, crouched and reported to me: "Commander, the mortar battery is coming. Where should we fight? Please instruct!"

I pointed to the condescending Germans and said loudly, "Did you see the German soldiers in those buildings? First knock them all out with artillery fire, and then kill the enemies behind the sandbag bunker."

Morozov agreed and got up to leave. I quickly stopped him. At the same time stretched out his hand to him, and said displeased: "Comrade Major, you are the artillery commander. What do you do with your rifle? Leave the gun to me, and then go to command your troops."

Hearing what I said, Morozov gave a wry smile and said nothing. He took off the rifle he was carrying and gave it to me, then turned and crawled out of the crater and walked to his men.

I opened the barrel and checked the bullet, then set the gun on the edge of the crater. After a short search, I locked the target on the German soldier who was shooting with a submachine gun in a window on the third floor, and took aim slightly. I pulled the trigger decisively. At a distance of two hundred meters, the bullet flew in an instant. Seeing the German soldier leaned back, the shooting from that window stopped.

Seen easily killed a German soldier. I quickly started searching for the second target. Before I decided on my new target, I unexpectedly discovered that the German soldier who had just been hit by me was not dead. His left hand was drooping, his shoulder was still bleeding, and his right hand held the submachine gun with one hand and continued to fire downstairs.

Seeing that the German soldier was still alive, I felt strange. Just now, I clearly aimed at the German soldier's head. How could I miss it? Could it be that the front sight of the gun was missed? Thinking of this, I locked the German soldier again. This time I deliberately aimed at the upper left of his head. After confirming that the target was locked by me, I decisively pulled the trigger again. This time, the gun shot down. I waited for a while, but the German soldier did not appear at the window again.

Just as I was locking on a new target and preparing to shoot, a series of guns popped up behind me. I quickly turned my head and saw that the mortars lined up seven or eight meters behind me, starting to attack the enemy. The positions were bombarded. Eight mortar shells roared and made a beautiful arc in the air. They landed exactly on the third floor and exploded. Smoke billowed from the explosion. The bricks on the wall fell down, and the shooting on the third floor was abrupt. Stop. Before the enemy came back to his senses, another batch of shells fell accurately on the middle area between the first floor and the second floor. Two rounds of shelling destroyed several firepower points of the German army in the building.

Before the smoke cleared, a new batch of artillery shells came out of the chamber again and accurately landed in the enemy's sandbag fortifications, exploding the unprepared German soldiers. The dust flying all over the sky has not yet fallen, yet another batch of shells fell on the street behind the sandbag fortifications, blowing up the enemies who were trying to escape and rushing out of the building for reinforcements, and they fell into chaos.

The fortifications blocking the advancement of our army collapsed after a burst of shelling by the mortar company. Having been suppressed, Basmanov took the opportunity to rush out of the trenches and led his soldiers quickly into the street. Seeing that the German shooting stopped, a row of soldiers were still lying in the crater waiting for orders. I couldn't help getting a little angry, waving the rifle in my hand, and shouting at them: "Warriors in a row, you are still lying down. What are you doing here? Didn’t you see the soldiers in the second and third rows rushing up?"

I just finished the fire, and a young sergeant stood up in a crater not far from me. He raised his weapon high above his head and shouted loudly: "Comrades, since your belly is about to be worn out When Cocoon is here, what are you still lying in the crater for? Come with me, go forward! Go forward!" After shouting, he waved the weapon in his hand just like Basmanov just now, and took the lead to rush into the street. go with.

Morozov walked to my side again. Ask me: "Comrade commander, the mortar company has destroyed the enemy's position. What is our next task?"

I looked at the company of guards rushing into the Soviet Street. After seeing them entering the street, they quickly broke into pieces. Take the squad as a unit, rush into the buildings on both sides of the street, and start a battle with the enemies in the building. Looking back at the mortar company behind, I saw that they had packed up and were ready to go. Then he told Morozov: "Major, take your mortar company, and follow me to Soviet Street. Maybe the brothers in the guard camp will need your help later."

I was under the protection of Morozov and several artillery soldiers with submachine guns. Cautiously entered the Soviet Street, which was still in fierce fighting. The more I walked in, the more corpses I saw on the ground, both German and ours. Judging from their clothing, very few belong to the guard battalion, almost all of them are troops collected by Rodimtsev, and there are even quite a few sailors in them.

I carefully walked past the corpses on the street, but as I walked, the corpses in front were stacked on top of each other, and there was no place to go. See this scenario. I couldn't help sighing.

Hearing my sigh, Morozov couldn't help but curiously asked: "Comrade Master, what are you sighing?"

I pointed to the corpses all over the floor and said to him: "Yesterday the combined forces of the 1st Regiment and 1st Regiment of the Second Regiment and the First Regiment of the Third Regiment. The street was retaken from the enemy's hands. At that time, the fighting was fierce, but the casualties were obviously not as good as they are now. It's terrible. Look, the corpses of our army on the ground are nearly twice as many as the enemy. I really don't know how the 42nd Guards Regiment fought in this battle?"

Morozov did not express his opinion after hearing this, but smirked twice. Suddenly he pointed to the place where the battle was still in the distance and said to me: "Master, look at it, the enemy is from the'January 9th' square. Attacking the building. But our fighters seem to be fighting pretty well. There are several tanks burning downstairs."

I looked in the direction of his fingers. Seeing that what he said was not elsewhere, it was the famous "Pavlov Building" during the Battle of Stalingrad. The north side of the building at the moment. Three German tanks were burning, and thirty or forty corpses were lying on the ground. A large group of German soldiers hid behind two armored vehicles that had not been destroyed, rushing through the windows upstairs and shooting.

I quickly patted Morozov on the shoulder, pointed at the enemy on the square, and said loudly to him: "Major, I order you to immediately establish an artillery position on the street, shell the enemies on the square, and lighten the defenders in the building. Even if they can’t be wiped out, they must at least be driven away.” Morozov turned around and walked towards the artillery with mortars and ammunition boxes behind him, to convey my order to them.

Seeing Morozov's departure, I worried that I would stay in the middle of the street and might become the target of the German soldiers who slipped through the net. So I said to the soldiers surrounding me: "Comrades, Major Morozov immediately It’s time to establish an artillery position here. It’s not appropriate for us to stay here. Go and follow me to the building.” After that, I took the lead and walked towards the nearest corridor door.

When I walked to the entrance of the corridor, I was about to go inside, but was pulled by a soldier. He reminded me in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, we haven't checked this place yet. Maybe there will be enemies hiding here. You are now Wait a moment here, I will go in first to search, and after ensuring that it is safe, I will call you in again."

Regarding the soldier's concern for me, I smiled and nodded gratefully at him, and agreed to his proposal. The soldier with my permission walked carefully into the building with a submachine gun. Just not two steps later, two gunshots suddenly sounded inside, and then the soldier leaned back and fell to the ground.

"There is an enemy in the building," a soldier roared, rushed to the door, swept inward with a submachine gun, and then he flashed his body aside, took out a grenade and pulled the string, and held it in his hand. After burning for a few seconds, he threw it into the corridor. After a loud noise, a few muffled hums came from inside. The soldier changed his magazine and rushed in first. I bent down and grabbed the submachine gun in the arms of the sacrificed soldier, and then rushed in.

The smoke from the grenade explosion had not dissipated, and the visibility in the room was not high. To prevent accidental injury, I rushed to the soldier's side, picked up the submachine gun, and fired at the human-like object inside. After the gunfire sounded, a dark shadow fell to the ground.

I quickly stopped shooting and was considering whether to continue rushing forward or seize the time to withdraw. The soldier beside me shouted again, "Don't come in behind to avoid being injured by mistake." Then I lowered my voice and urged me, " Commander, you should hide first, maybe the enemy will rush out in a while."

As soon as his words fell, five or six black shadows rushed down the stairs from the upper floor, shouting in lame Russian: "Russian, surrender!" The soldier said nothing, holding the submachine gun in his hand. Fire at the person rushing down. At this juncture of life and death, I didn't dare to neglect, and I shot all the bullets in the submachine gun at those dark shadows.

The black shadows rolled down the stairs, and one rolled to a place not far from me. I bent over and ran over, fumbled and picked up the submachine gun in his hand, and took out two magazines from the armed belt on his chest.

I was carrying the submachine gun and was about to greet the soldier to quit with me. I didn't expect that he took out two more grenades, pulled the strings, and threw them up the stairs to the second floor. "Boom, boom!" After two loud noises, the soldier raised the gun above his head, and after violently shooting upstairs, the cat rushed up the stairs.

I was stunned for a moment~lightnovelpub.net~ and then rushed to the door and shouted loudly: "Hey, the enemy is on the second floor, follow me!" After shouting, I rushed towards the second floor with my waist. When I rushed to the second floor, the soldier happened to knock down two German soldiers who were about to rush down the stairs. Seeing the enemy in front of him fell to the ground, he rushed towards the nearest room with his gun, "Wait a minute!" I shouted almost instinctively, because I didn't know how many enemies there were in the room, wouldn't I rush in to die? ? But before the soldier could react, a few bullets flew down the stairs leading to the third floor and hit him in the back. He leaned back, paused in place for a while, and fell to the ground. .

"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, squatted down quickly, stretched out my gun, and fired violently at the top of the stairs. Several screams came, and then the body of a German soldier rolled down the stairs.

When I was hesitating whether to continue rushing upwards, two soldiers ran up the stairs, squatted beside me, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what's the situation?"

I first pointed at the soldier who fell on the ground and said, "He was about to rush into the room and was killed by the enemy upstairs." Then I pointed up and continued: "Upstairs should be paid back. There are quite a few enemies." (to be continued)

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