However, now only two assault guns are left as their entire belongings.

They joined Heisenberg's mixed troops a few weeks ago.

However, it is obvious that Lutherford believed that this unit should be commanded by the armored major who was born in the ace force, rather than the SS veteran Heisenberg. Assault guns are very similar to tanks, but there is no turret that can be rotated. The main gun is fixed on the wide body of the car, facing the direction the enemy is about to come. The armored soldiers piled up bulletproof sand bags around the assault guns, and turned the two iron guys into two bunkers. The bridge is on the left and right, and one on one side. The armored soldiers are the elite of the army. As the elite SS armored soldiers among the elite, they have an arrogant sense of superiority and unconcealed arrogance, not to mention that Lutherford and his subordinates are from the ace division. This makes Lutherford's arrogance the best portrayal of this characteristic.

When Heisenberg and Zoff arrived at the bridgehead, Ruthef and his men tried to fix the two portraits of the half-man-tall Baron Hitler and Alexander on the roof of an assault gun. They faced the huge portrait in the direction the enemy was about to arrive, as if they did so, the Russians were doomed to fail.

"Good idea - a wonderful idea!" Heisenberg applauded half-jokingly and half-sarcastically: "It seems that our crusaders are ready to go to the battlefield with faith as weapons?"

Rutherford was a handsome young man with a beautiful Knight's Iron Cross hanging on his collar. When he turned around to look at Heisenberg, the medal was swaying around his neck, which was even more eye-catching.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, who is coming!" Lutherfer said sarcastically unwilling to be outdone: "Col. Heisenberg! The superior commander of our brothers!"

Lutherford, who also acted as the SS, certainly knew that Heisenberg's rank was colonel, but he sincerely called Heisenberg by the rank of the National Defense Force, showing his contempt for all other "lower" services in the Army.

Zoff snorted, took out his cigarette, and threw it to Rutheffer, who was standing on the assault cannon.

"Okay, you can call me anything-you can call me Heisenberg, as long as you agree to take out the ammunition from your small warehouse for my people to use." Heisenberg pretended to be relaxed and spread his chips.

Seven armored soldiers appeared in front of the Heisenbergs, some standing on their chariots and looking at each other, waiting for their commander's reply.

Rutherfer took a sip of the cigarette with malicious intentions and sneered, as if Heisenberg's proposal was ridiculous to him.

"Why?" he said coldly.

"Okay - Rutherford and the armored soldiers, the situation was more difficult than we expected - I got news this morning that the Russians had sent scouts yesterday and had fought with our men in the pigpen. What does this mean? It means they are going to attack today or tomorrow." Heisenberg showed his watch and waved at the armored soldiers: "Maybe in another one or two more hours, the Russian shelling will come! But our Model assault guns and MG62s are only a few

What a pity - how do you let us fight this battle? Will the Wehrmacht soldiers and SS brothers die in vain? Your armored soldiers must have the ammunition of the Model assault gun, and everyone knows this. And there is no need for your two MG62s to be placed neatly here - a shell can send you all to heaven! For God's sake - Ruthever! Give us some of your excess ammunition! Our soldiers in churches and cemeteries need these!"

The armored soldier major pretended to be slow and took a sip of cigarette and looked disapproving: "The National Defense Forces were going to die - as for your SS, I can consider it..."

"Hey-Boy, listen to me!" Zoff threw down his cigarette in annoyed manner and took a step: "This is not a fucking Defence Force, the SS business- this is a battle, the enemy we face is damn Ivan- they don't care whether it's SS or the National Defense Force! I fucking tell you, Ruthever, if all the people who defend the church and the cemetery die, you can't stop both tanks!"

"Hmph--enough." Lutherford threw down his cigarette butt absent-mindedly: "I won't give anyone my face. I'll show you tonight - how our armed SS armored soldiers relied on two tanks to turn the situation around!"

Zoff was angry. The man threw down his rifle and jumped onto Ruthever's tank in one step, swung his fist and hit him. The armored soldiers also came over with their hands. Heisenberg hurriedly grabbed Zoff.

While shouting to Ruthever, "Bastard--you will regret what you say now tonight!"

Suddenly, everyone stopped, and the sound of the attack planes came from far away - it was already very clear. When they looked over, they only saw the enemy planes rushing straight towards them like a cigar in the air.

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Everything was over, they were dead - this damn quarrel took their own life.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot came from behind. Then there was a sound of eggshell falling to the ground. The enemy's attack plane suddenly shook for a moment, and still flew steadily towards them but did not fire. Everyone standing on the assault gun shouted and jumped off the tank. The enemy plane almost flew over at the top of Hitler's portrait, and then plunged straight into the river under the bridge behind him.

The plane did not explode, it just plunged straight into the mud, like a suffocating bird.

An old voice stood up from Heisenberg: "129 souls... Oh, baby, look at you... You have indeed become a more powerful weapon! I know... I know you can do it..." The legendary old sniper Bolorsky stroked his rifle intoxicatedly and rubbed his exaggerated beard with love over the wood grain on the gun.

An armored soldier ran back from the river and shouted, "Pilot's Footballs were broken, and the glass of the aircraft was covered with blood."

"Just one bullet!" Ruthefer opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe what he heard.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on the bearded sniper. The mature Bolorsky calmly strung his beard and smiled happily: "Grandpa is back home! Children!"

Major Bolorsky's appearance successfully resolved the conflict between the infantry and the armored soldiers. The old sniper was a respected soldier. The various medals, medals, and crosses he wore were all made into undisputed truths. After a while, Hassen brought three commanders from the front-line defensive positions that Heisenberg asked him to find to Ruthever's bridgehead. Finally, with the support of the sniper major, Ruthever agreed to let the Heisenberg use their inventory of Model assault shells, and the armored soldiers even volunteered.

The MG62 and its ammunition on the assault gun were removed and given to the National Defense Army soldiers on the front line. In order to express his apology for his arrogance, Major Lutherford unexpectedly drove two cars from the warehouse to Heisenberg for giving. He said that this was the spoils of the armored soldiers during the raid a few days ago, and it might be more useful in Heisenberg's hands. However, in exchange, the Model assault gun in Heisenberg's hands had to be handed over to the command of the two armored soldiers sent by Rusenberg. Although Zoff strongly opposed it, after weighing the trade-off, everyone finally agreed.

However, the emergence of Major Bolorsky also brought new problems.

"What! You're saying it!" Hasson shook his head, unable to believe what he heard.

"Yes, kid." The old sniper took a sip of his cup of coffee and sighed softly: "They have gathered heavy troops in the north of the city."

Heisenberg had just sent away the soldiers who came to carry the shells. "What's the matter?" Heisenberg came among them, and several lower-level commanders were sitting around the old sniper.

"Major Juncker said that he discovered during his routine hunt this morning that the Russians had already assembled in the north of the city, captain." The young Hasson looked at Heisenberg seriously and brought him a cup of coffee.

"How many people are there?"

"Well... how many thousand people are there?" The old sniper stroked his exaggerated two big beards meaningfully: "And I even discovered unexpectedly! Children!" He mysteriously swept everyone with his eyes.

"What? What did you find again... Are all the Russians coming here female soldiers?" Zov said with a wry smile.

"Ah-If you are still alive in the future, don't imitate what I will tell you. You are still too young."

Bolorsky said with a gaze: "That's right, in the early morning this morning, your bearded grandfather was ambushed in the ditch on the north road of the city." The sniper pointed at the stinky mud on his camouflage coat: "In front of me, the temporary command post for the Russians assembled troops, which was a small slaughterhouse workshop. Children... I slowly approached this slaughterhouse workshop. On the road beside me, I was all right. The Ivans who were absent, some smoked, some drank and some sharpened their knives, some were intimate with the female soldiers in the woods. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"You were discovered?!" the young Hasson shouted.

"No! No. Your bearded grandfather wouldn't be discovered so easily!"

Bolorsky stroked his beard proudly: "They walked towards me, but stopped on the road above me. Then they untied the rope....................................................................................!"

Speaking of this, everyone began to notice the undry wet marks on the old sniper's hood. Everyone's heads that were already close together all took a step back. But Bolorsky burst into laughter, as if this was a compliment from Heisenberg for his legendary camouflage technology.

"And what did you hear?"

"The two guys said: They are not sure about the situation of the enemy in Levto. But crossing the river before tomorrow morning should not be a problem. They also said that they don't know if their troops can get reinforcements from the 9th Tank Division in tonight's offense. That's all." The old guy was the only one who could understand Russian among these people.

"so?"

"So, kids... I think Ivan's attack time will be tonight, not tomorrow morning. And, it is likely to be several hours earlier than we expected. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Hason, what time is it now?" Zoff looked at the young man seriously.

"Ah... 4:30, sir."

"In other words, we are optimistic that there are still two hours before the enemy attacks." The sniper swept everyone's eyes: "Okay - you talk first, kids... Grandpa, I have to hurry up and sleep for a while!" The old man picked up the coffee and stood up calmly: "Let's go, baby, go to sleep with me for a while... I promise to tell you another story..." Bolorsky stroked his sniper rifle and spoke, leaving everyone.

"Time always goes against us." Rutherford came from behind. He had been listening to the major's story just now.

“So we have no time to waste.

Come on, gentlemen.” Heisenberg put down his coffee cup and walked to the middle of everyone to spread the map.

After half an hour of discussion, they pointed and determined the city's defense plan on Levto.

Heisenberg took out his pencil and gestured on the map, reiterating that with their existing forces, he would defend Levto's - impossible - if the Russian army used their armored forces.!

"Fortunately - we are not in the area where the main Russian army attacked. We will only suffer some sporadic shellings. What will attack us will be just some marginal forces - the recruits transferred from Siberia. Remember, we cannot fight them head-on. We must bring them all into the front street, and then defeat them with 10mm cannons and Model assault guns on the cemetery defense line. Do you understand?" Heisenberg swept across everyone with a sharp look, especially the priest Captain who was responsible for defending the cemetery defense line.

"But can't they get reinforcements from the armored forces!" A small captain stood up.

"Little Paul." Heisenberg called the little man's name: "Don't worry about the Russian tanks. Ivans always let infantry attack in front. So where you are responsible for the defense - the church line closest to the north will first encounter Russian infantry."

"The Ivans have always used the sea of ​​people to weaken our defense line first - they are not as serious as human lives." Zov added, opening a canned beef and pinching the meat with his hands, chewing it in big mouthfuls.

Captain Paul Little is a serious man. He rarely jokes, but he is a dedicated commander. "If the enemy comes from the north, I will arrange for personal expectations in the bell tower above the church. But Colonel, if we will be the first to encounter the enemy's infantry, I hope you can configure more MG62s for the Heisenbergs and get support from the Model assault guns."

“How many people are there in the church’s defense?”

"12. Sir."

"I can only give you a MG62."

"But, sir - why? Just because I have all the soldiers of the National Defense Army?"

"No, little Paul." Heisenberg pointed to the great man Ruben who was responsible for defending the museum's defense line and stood up. He was taller than Zov, like a giant: "Listen to Paul, we have too few people to withstand any sacrifice. So I want you to give up the church after you stop the enemy's first wave of attacks and take everyone to join the Ruben troops on your left wing. We will give up the church."

"Give up the church?" Paul little girl looked at Heisenberg with distress: "But this is an excellent defensive position, easy to defend but difficult to attack."

Ruben answered Paul's question in vain for Heisenberg: "Yes, small man. It is because it is easy to defend and difficult to attack that we have to give it to the Russian pigs. Then when they fill the church... Humph......" The man sneered and turned his eyes to the armored soldiers Major Ruthefer: "The major can use the Model assault gun to level the entire church."

"Paul." Rutheffer interjected: "You go and get a few mines and bury them in the church-I want to see more sparks when the fireworks are set off."

"Captain Ruben." Heisenberg looked up at the big man: "The museum is a two-story marble building, and we should be able to hold on there for a while. I'll give you the MG62 and you'll have 60 grenades in the armored warehouse. Is it enough?"

"Enough!" The man stood attentively and saluted Heisenberg exaggeratedly.

"But Ruben, don't you and your people die in the museum - listen to the fact that when the people waiting for you are half dead, you will withdraw and take you and Paul's people to the cemetery behind you to join the priest. Do you understand?"

"Don't the armored soldiers' assault guns intend to support us? Sir!" The big man stared at Lutherford as he said this.

"We will act according to the situation at that time." Major of the SS Armored Soldier said indifferently: "Their main task is to protect the bridge - this is our purpose of defending the entire city."

"Yes." The big man smiled with his mouth open and showed his canine teeth: "Sir."

Zoff looked at Ruben's expression, nodded and smiled.

"Father." Heisenberg turned his eyes to Heisenberg's most trusted commander.

"Captain." A medium-sized inconspicuous SS captain closed the Bible and stood up: "What's the matter with me, Captain?" A SS grenade, a devout Protestant, a pre-war clergyman, and a tenacious and loyal commander. All this contradiction focused on the middle-aged man who was nicknamed "Captain of the Father" by the Germans.

"Captain, you have to know that I will entrust you with the most important task this time." Heisenberg took out the cigarette box and knocked out a cigarette from it to him.

"Thank you, captain. I don't smoke."

Heisenberg took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. The priest was the first and only man Heisenberg had ever seen in the army for many years and still maintained the habit of not smoking.

"Captain. We have turned the cemetery into a fortress. The soldiers dug for two days and two nights, and there were two main trenches in front and back, connected by corridors in the middle. In addition, we made hundreds of sandbags to build two 10mm gun positions and a large number of bunkers. Anti-tank mines have been buried on the main road behind our position as your order, and other mines have been placed in the city square between the church and the post office. Three searchlights that can cover the square have been prepared. 24 anti-tank rockets have been allocated. All 4 MG62s have been installed. If Ruben and Paul can bring their machine guns alive, we have 7 - that will be a steel line of defense. The soldiers have been determined to fight the Russians in our cemetery to the death and never take a step back. The flamethrower has been prepared.

Ammunition supply has been prepared. Just.
To be continued...