The priest's report satisfied Heisenberg. Heisenberg did not regret giving him the most important part of the line.

He and his grenades were good soldiers, and they were their best at dealing with tanks. The defense line they built gave Heisenberg a reason to believe that it was impregnable: "Oh, Father, what's the problem?"

"How should we deal with the corpses, bones and coffins that were dug out of the tomb? Just throw them on the position?"

It was almost 5 o'clock. They had no capital to discuss issues that were not life-and-death. "Just put them together with the crosses on the graves, and dig a few more holes around the cross. If you are lucky, we can lie in. What do you think, Father?"

The priest nodded silently: "Amen..."

Heisenberg looked up tiredly, the sky was still hazy, and the dull dark clouds were like the torrent of steel rolling in the sky, squeezing and twisting the vague sunlight.

A gust of cold wind blew across my cheeks, as if it was going to snow.

"Okay, everyone remembers their responsibilities. When retreating from the defense line, you must avoid all fearless losses. Finally, remember that we are going to bring the Russians into the city, to the cemetery defense line, and then smash them there with Model assault guns! Major Bolorsky will fight beside everyone, and Zoff and I will also be interspersed in each defense line. God bless! If we are all alive tomorrow morning - I will invite everyone to drink brandy!"

Heisenberg made a final declaration to the commanders, and the people turned around and left after saluting. The only thing that caught Heisenberg's attention was the bitter smile that flashed across Zoff's face.

But Hasson suddenly stood up and asked in a striking voice: "Captain, what should I do about the backstreet? What if the enemy infiltrates from the backstreet?"

The back street became the tomb of Russian tanks in the previous battle. Ten new Russian tanks were ambushed by German troops. The soldiers collapsed the enemy's offensive from the second floor with grenades and incendiary bottles. In the end, the Russian army only left the tank wreckage that filled the back street. The wreckage filled the already narrow back street. Moreover, Heisenberg had arranged five soldiers to build a simple defense line there, and any attacks by the Russian army tonight would end in a mess.

Zoff threw away the canned box: "I will be there." He stood up and announced loudly.

Indeed, everyone felt at ease with a word from the big man.

"Hason." Heisenberg called the young man's name: "Stay behind and follow us."

Finally, Major Lutherford suddenly took a telegram and ran out with excitement, "Hey, good news!"

Everyone stopped and looked back at him.

"Lt. General Karenbu Rommel just sent a telegram. The Baron Guard, commanded by Marshal Ernst himself, will be able to arrive as early as tonight and at the latest early tomorrow morning to support the battle to defend Levto! Good news! Tell every soldier this news! We will be here - to wipe out the Russians tonight! Defend our oath with our lives! We can defend Germany's portal - we can turn the whole battle here! Victory - must belong to the German army! Long live Germany! Long live the baron! Long live the head of state!"

The armored major stood in the middle of the street and shouted frantically.

It's almost dark.

Heisenberg looked at all this and whispered to his comrades beside him: "This... maybe it's all hope."

"Whose?"

Heisenberg was a little surprised. The man would ask himself, "Soldiers." Heisenberg turned his head and looked at Zoff.

"Then so are you." He smiled at the Iron Cross on Heisenberg's neck and patted Heisenberg's shoulder.

When Heisenberg and Zov came out of the small warehouse of armored soldiers, the first wave of firepower of the Russian army began. With the flash of the distance, twisted black objects cut through the sky, leaving behind ripples of air waves, and eventually exploded on the ground. This wave of artillery bombing could kill everyone in the German army, but unfortunately the Russian army was not well calculated, and all the shells hit the woods on the south bank of the river. The poor trees were uprooted by the huge force of the explosion, and then pushed out by the air waves and burned into ashes in the air.

The explosion was earth-shaking, but there was no danger.

"Ivans, you're a little bit more fucked by her mother. You'll definitely be able to hit Berlin in one shot!" Heisenberg smiled bitterly.

"They didn't use rocket launchers? Look down on us!" Zoff muttered angrily while hanging grenades around his waist.

"Hey, Hasson, what are you hiding there and doing sneakily?" The big man found that the young soldier was hiding in a corner of the warehouse.

“I-I am writing a letter to sir.

"Hason seemed a little embarrassed. But his companions knew that the explosion of the shelling just now scared the poor child.

"Write a last word for your family? Come on - stop writing, go." Heisenberg threw a submachine gun to the young man: "What do you have to say to us on the way? Zoff and I are your parents!" Heisenberg gave a wink at the big man: "Right, dear?"

"Let's go--" The big man smiled and waved to Hasson: "Let's go, go to work with dad!"

The soldiers who operated Model assault guns along the way, the shooters of two 10mm guns, and the grenades on the cemetery defense line saluted and cheered them. They trotted all the way and came to the church to meet with the 12-man troops of Paul's little before the Russian army attacked.

Little Paul turned the entire Catholic church into a bunker. All the windows were raised with sandbags! Leave a small mouth for easy shooting. They also dug small trenches on the land at the entrance of the church and laid the only MG62 there, facing the north.

Although Paul's defense forces were well prepared, when he walked into the church, Heisenberg, he saw Jesus and the cross on the wall at the end of the hall. Suddenly, Heisenberg's heart was filled with heavy weight.

"Sir." Paul Jr. appeared in front of Heisenberg: "Are you sure we want to give up this position?"

Heisenberg looked back at the distance between the church and the left-wing museum. It was a small square about 30 meters wide. "Yes. We must give up here. When the enemy's attack eases slightly, we will retreat."

A deafening bell suddenly came from above my head. The bell was originally used to report the time at the top of the church.

"Alarm! Alarm! The enemy is approaching Central-North, Northeast!" This sound echoed in the hall of the church. The earth began to shake slightly. Heisenberg walked out of the church quickly and stood at the door to look in the direction of the museum. Ruben stood at the door and gave a thumbs up at Heisenberg. When Heisenberg turned his gaze to the cemetery, the priest was standing in the most conspicuous position of the position and nodding to Heisenberg. Finally, Heisenberg glanced at the roof of the second floor of the museum with his own eyes. Major Bolorsky had already cat-set and set up his beloved sniper rifle.

The earth was shaking and the sky was basically dark. Only a ray of pale under the dark clouds in the east barely illuminated the bushes in the north of the city. The Russian army was about to appear from here.

"Listen-they are here." Zoff turned his head and joked with Hasson.

The young man turned his ear and listened carefully.

"Ula-Ula-Ula-Ula-" The rhythmic shouts from afar before the attack of millions of Russian troops were clearly heard. "Ula-Ula-Ula-Ula-" The vibration of the earth stopped, while the bloody shouts from afar continued. Heisenberg glanced at Zoff Dahan beside him and put his rifle on his shoulders, smiling palely at Heisenberg. Heisenberg looked around, and the soldiers of the National Defense Forces stretched out their weapons out of the window, motionless, but their solemn expressions revealed the irresistible tension.

"Ula-Ula-Ula-Ula-" This sound is like a spasm in the stomach of a hungry beast. It seems that it just waits for its prey to appear and pounces on it and tear it to pieces! Suddenly, a wisp of running water came from behind. Heisenberg and Zoff slowly turned around.

Hassen pissed his pants.

"Hason, put down the gun and sit at the wall beside me for a while. Just don't fuck it when you retreat." Heisenberg pulled the young man to the corner of the wall beside Heisenberg. He held the helmet on his head and cried in shame. This kid seemed to be a recruit and had never participated in any battle.

"Beliya - Ula!!!" This time the shouting was deafening, and the sound was like an explosion. "Beliya" means charge in Russian. The earth shook violently, and experienced veterans knew very well that the Russian army was coming.

Sure enough, countless figures rushed out from the woods in the north. Bullets followed and hit the church walls. Several flags stood in the Russian charge ocean and rushed. The soldiers around them all started fire without orders. In an instant, except for the gunfires coming around, and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground, Heisenberg could not hear anything. The Russian attack was like a thick Turkish carpet - each soldier was a fiber, densely covering the earth in front of him, swallowing all obstacles in front of him.

The enemy advanced fearlessly. Although rows of German fire were swept down, they still stepped on each other's bodies. The Ivans were very flexible. They would roll in and load dead while running, avoid bullets fired at them. The MG62 machine gun kept screaming wildly, spinning and tearing every enemy in front of it. The body hit by its bullets would be dismembered and broken into blood during the run. Zov's rifle did not stop for a moment. The man fired mechanically, pulling the bolt and loading the bullets.

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The submachine gun in Heisenberg's hand had a limited range, but Heisenberg repeatedly saw the Russian soldiers who were holding flags to guide the charge and were accurately knocked down by bullets from Zov again and again. However, the flag was still raised by Soviet soldiers again and again, and the charge continued without a moment of rest.

"My God!" Heisenberg heard a soldier roaring wildly.

Just as Heisenberg was about to focus on his mind, a soldier beside him suddenly staggered back. He threw down the gun in his hand and grew up as if he had woken up from a dream. Except Heisenberg, everyone was shooting wildly, and no one paid attention to him. However, the strange soldier slowly turned to Heisenberg.

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Heisenberg remembered that his left eyebrow bone was broken and his eyeball was about to fall out. He opened his mouth wide in fear and kept stuffing his eyeballs into it with his hands. However, to no avail, his eyeballs rolled down and fell to the ground.

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Heisenberg tried hard to block Hasen with his body, hoping that the young man would not see all this. "Stay - Stay!" Heisenberg ignored him, but just issued an order, not wanting to see anyone's spirit collapse at this time.

At one point, a small offensive from the northeast attracted Heisenberg's attention. Several enemy soldiers rushed to a close distance from the back door of the church after the cover of a row of old houses. Heisenberg called Little Paul's name and asked him to deal with these close threats with him. Little Paul cat-wrapped with Heisenberg to the back door of the church, which was on a small porch behind the large cross nailed to Jesus. Little Paul quickly changed into a new magazine, and at the same time he took out a grenade with his other hand.

When the porch of the back door was moved, the German army stopped. Heisenberg looked at his eyes and signaled that he would throw the grenade out as soon as he opened the door. At the same time, Heisenberg also took out his pistol and held it in his other hand. But at this time, the back door of the church was exploded by a sudden explosion! This was completely beyond Heisenberg's expectations, and there was a white light in front of him. The explosion shock wave directly threw Heisenberg onto the wall behind. Heisenberg instinctively shot at the exploded door, but he could not see anything, and his ears were filled with buzzing noise.

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The smoke of the explosion had just dissipated, and Heisenberg had heard several Russians talking outside the door. Heisenberg felt that they were about to come in, so he barely got up and was ready to pull the trigger at any time. But as soon as he picked up the gun, he heard Paul shouting loudly: "Let's go down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a grenade was thrown out of the door and landed outside the door that was close to him. The violent explosion exploded again in his ears. White replaced everything in the rotating world. Heisenberg felt a wet and hot liquid hitting his face like raindrops, and a wooden strip penetrated straight and stabbed into Heisenberg's shoulder. Heisenberg roared and pulled out the wooden strips from his body and crawled towards Paul in a mess. The smoke filled the smoke with the fishy smell of minced meat.

"Fuck-Sir-Don't, don't worry about me!" Little Paul grabbed Heisenberg in the smoke of gunpowder: "You are right-we can't defend it-giving the church, they will attack sooner or later. Hurry, retreat!" Heisenberg opened his eyes and looked at the little captain's face full of shrapnel and blood flowing everywhere.

"Let's go—get with me!" Heisenberg pulled him, but he pushed him away: "My legs... are gone... it's over. Go, fuck you, take your brothers... go... go..."

Heisenberg touched it with his hand, and only a bloody and bloody piece of minced meat was left on his left leg, and the bones were poked out blankly.

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The explosion just now killed the Russian outside the door, but was too close to him.

"Hurry... Go quickly!" He pushed Heisenberg away.
To be continued...