Chapter 255

As soon as the troops rushed out of the forest, they were found by the Germans at the entrance of the village. After a short period of panic, the well-trained German soldiers responded. The soldiers with rifles immediately fell down on the snow, and the soldiers with submachine guns half squatted, firing fiercely at the charging troops.

Originally, in recent battles, the soldiers used to attack by class. When one class was charging, the other class would surely lie on the ground to provide fire cover for them. But because the speed of charging on the knee deep snow was too slow, the soldiers were taken as living targets. In just one or two minutes, under the German shooting, 20 or 30 people fell.

Watching his comrades in arms falling down beside him, the living soldiers were all red eyed, and they didn't care about the tactics of alternate attack with firepower cover. They all rushed forward with weapons.

I rushed forward with my submachine gun, then stopped to shoot. Maybe it's because the distance is too far, the shooting accuracy is not enough, no one hit. Before I finished a bullet, the gun jammed. Just as I was looking at it, grissa's voice came from behind: "be careful!" Then I was knocked down from behind.

Although he fell heavily on the ground, he didn't feel any pain because of the thick snow. Hearing the whistling of bullets flying overhead, I knew grissa had saved my life just now.

"Are you all right, sir?" Grissa cried in my ear.

"Nothing!" I answered in a loud voice, and then I threw the jammed submachine gun aside, lying on the snow and looking left and right to see if there were any weapons I could use.

Grissa lay beside me, holding a rifle he didn't know where he had picked it up, closed one eye, took a look, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. With the sound of the gun, a German soldier who was half squatting and shooting fell to the ground.

"Good shot!" When I saw his shot, I couldn't help shouting "yes". At the same time, I remembered that before he was my driver, he had been the close guard of general leviagin. It's not surprising that he had such a shot.

I caught a glimpse of a soldier who had died not far to the right, lying on his back in the snow, with his rifle still in his hand. I rolled to his side, grabbed my rifle, aimed at a German soldier lying on the ground and fired. After the gunshot, a bright line was seen flying through the forehead of the German soldier, pulling blood foam from the back of his head and slanting out. The shot German soldier's head tilted back and then his body tilted to one side.

The charging troops are close to the entrance of the village. A soldier who rushes in the front is only ten meters away from the German soldier who is shooting. With a little more effort, he can rush in front of the enemy. A bullet from somewhere hit him. The soldier stood in the same place and fell on the snow.

The German soldiers who had been in the village heard the gunfire at the entrance of the village and rushed out from the village with weapons. They shot at us together with the German soldiers who stayed at the entrance of the village. Under the enemy's dense fire, the charging soldiers fell down one after another.

Just then, a mortar shell roared to the entrance of the village. Perhaps the Gunners fired too hastily and did not adjust the angle properly, but they fired. As a result, the shells did not concentrate on the German soldiers, but fell on the corpses of the villagers and exploded. After a loud noise, the flesh and blood flew around, and the fragments and blood splashed around the German soldiers.

The next few artillery shells hit with much higher accuracy. Almost all of them landed in the middle of the German army accurately. The blast pulled one German soldier after another from the ground, threw them high into the air, and then fell heavily.

I don't know whether it was because of our artillery or because we ran out of bullets. The German soldiers who had gathered at the entrance of the village turned around and ran to the village. Our soldiers took the opportunity to catch up.

I shot down a German officer who was running wildly in the village again. Then I stood up, put my rifle on my shoulder, and took grissa to the village.

The battle ended ten minutes later, and the villagers who were shut up in the church by the German army were rescued by Yushchenko and his soldiers.

Marina and Anton, who led the way, saw the villagers we rescued and ran to one of them, a middle-aged woman with a scarf and a big shawl. Looking at the scene of middle-aged women holding two children and crying together, I know it must be the mother of two children.

I walked up to them and silently looked at the three members of the family who survived the disaster. I couldn't help feeling a lot. Suddenly, an old lady with a bandage came over and hugged me, saying thanks to me. Under her demonstration, the rescued villagers also gathered around to express their gratitude to me. Then several old ladies cried bitterly and asked me to make the decision for them and execute all the German robbers.

I look around and see that almost all of them are middle-aged and old women, and there are no young adults. I think they have gone to the front line. In the distance, there were several young girls wrapped in unsuitable military coats, which should be the ones who were driven to the village by the German army and were ready to be shot. If our army had not launched an attack in time, they would have suffered a lot at this time.

Yushchenko came up to me and said in a loud voice, "report, comrade division commander, we have captured 17 German soldiers, one of whom is an officer. Will they be sent to the rear camp? "

"I want to see your supreme commander... I want to see your supreme commander..." someone in the distance was shouting in poor Russian“ Who is that? " I asked Yushchenko standing in front of me. Yushchenko looked in the direction of the voice and replied, "it's the captured officer. He said it was the Ss who slaughtered the villagers, and they were the IDF. I hope you can give him the treatment as a prisoner of war. You see, what should we do with them? " The villagers who heard our conversation all quieted down and looked at me silently, waiting for me to make the final decision. I saw the scene with my own eyes just now. It is unrealistic for me to forgive these German soldiers who have committed public anger. So I coldly replied: "let every soldier go to the village to see the villagers who were slaughtered by the bandits. These innocent villagers, especially the girls who were ruined by them, begged for mercy from these executioners before they were shot, but they were mercilessly slaughtered. We must not let go of these executioners whose hands are covered with the blood of the villagers. "“ But... "Yushchenko was a little at a loss and said," it's not good to shoot the prisoners who have laid down their weapons. "“ We don't need prisoners, "I said firmly." according to the regulations, the commander's orders are not to be discussed. Captain Yushchenko, no one left, all shot, now carry out the order“ Yes Yushchenko agreed, turned around and left in the cheers of the villagers to carry out my orders.