Finally, with the muffled sound of the Model assault gun, the Russian attack was finally completely suppressed. When the Germans arrived at the museum wing safely, Zoff finally rushed over without any danger. He almost finished the last bullet of M062. Due to the high temperature when the gun was fired, his hands were burned, and his red and swollen skin even showed a slight white smoke.

However, when Hasson screamed and pointed at Zoff's ear, everyone realized that the problem was much more serious. Zoff's lips were chapped and his right ear was torn down by bullets. Blood flowed out from there, and as his heart beat violently, it was pouring out.

"We succeeded..." Heisenberg panted on the floor tiredly, and swept his eyes over the soldiers who were as embarrassed as his fort. Heisenberg counted, and only six people survived.

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Ruben and his men came and helped them to the second floor of the museum. The Russian attack seemed to have come to an end. At this time, the chargers were gone, the shouts of killing were gone, and the sounds of fire and explosions gradually calmed down.

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Only hundreds of Russian corpses covered the battlefield quietly covered the earth. The soldiers used this rare gap to prepare the ammunition they needed. Heisenberg asked Zov for a few grenades and a rifle and handed them to him. A soldier was bandaging his wounds. When Zov saw Heisenberg, he smiled tiredly: "Get cigarettes..."

Heisenberg took out the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes, stuffed one into his mouth, and held the other one by himself: "Don't be too arrogant... You still need this battle..." Heisenberg said casually, lit the fire for him.

Zoff grinned: "Stop coming - if I don't go, you will do the same thing as hello - Humph, I won't give you that opportunity!"

Heisenberg was a little surprised that Zoff would answer, but his calm smile concealed all this: "Okay, next time you are heroic, think about the naked calendar in the hotel - if you die, you will not be able to see the butts of those girls..." Heisenberg took a sip of cigarettes.

"Col.....your nose..." The soldier who bandaged Zov pointed at Heisenberg: "Blooding."

Heisenberg hurriedly rubbed his hands with his hands. Black and red blood flowed out of his nostrils. Heisenberg knew what this meant.

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internal injury.

"It's okay." Heisenberg waved his hands at the soldier without looking at him with his eyes.

"Heisenberg." Zoff seemed to ponder for a long time: "It's not that I'm willing to fight - it's that I have to." He turned his head to the side, and seemed suddenly tired of their conversation.

Heisenberg was not saying anything, but looked at the iron cross on Zoff's neck in the ash smoke floating in front of him, and the flames of cigarettes were spotlessly reflected.

Ruben arranged his soldiers in an orderly manner. When passing by Heisenberg, he took a photo of Heisenberg: "Where is Little Paul?"

"Dead. He covered our retreat at the back door."

"Good boy!" Ruben nodded in anger, as if fantasizing that he could die like a tragic death - like a real warrior.

"Like a real warrior..." Ruben shook his head and praised: "Zov--you wait, this battle--I will get my own Iron Cross!"

"Hi!" Zov threw down the cigarette impatiently and grabbed the medal on his neck: "Xiao Lu! When I die, if you are still alive... take my iron cross away!"

Zoff looked at Ruben's surprised expression: "It's okay! I'll give it to you!"

Ruben shook her head and made a joke and walked away.

Zoff put on a pair of gloves so that his burned hands would feel better.

"Why is Heisenberg so quiet?" He seemed to have noticed something.

"Hason!" Heisenberg called the young man's name and rushed over: "Sir."

"Give you a mission: Now, drive my car back and find Ruthever and tell him that if his tank does not come to reinforce the cemetery defense line in 20 minutes, the brandy I invite tomorrow will not be his share! Go quickly!" Heisenberg slapped the young man's butt. Hassen ran out through the back door. On the second floor of the museum, behind each window was an MG62 machine gun, and behind each gunman were two anti-tank rockets. Fully armed SS soldiers filled every window of the museum up and down.

"Is it a tank, sir?" a soldier who was watching at the window asked Heisenberg.

The earth did not shake.

"Hey, don't you think there is something wrong?" Zoff threw away the cigarette butt and stood up alertly.

A sharp chirping faintly appeared in the air.

Heisenberg suddenly realized something. The strange and silent twist of the shells when they passed through the air appeared in his mind.

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"Peep down—————————————————————————————————————”

However, everything was too late. Just as Heisenberg shouted like this, a heavy shell pierced into the roof of the museum like a desolation knife, pierced the floor on the second floor, and exploded in the hall on the first floor at the Germans' feet. At that moment, all the center of gravity lost balance. The floor under his feet only raised slightly at the beginning, but instantly evolved into terrifying fragmentation and collapse! A soldier was smashed by this terrifying shell.

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The shells penetrated his body from under the mountain and hit the next floor.

This terrifying picture was imprinted in Heisenberg's mind, numbing Heisenberg's limbs.

"Quick-Quick!" Zoff shouted and retreated, and the floor under their feet shattered instantly! All the soldiers guarding this window had no chance. When the shells fell, many of them had their eardrums ruthlessly shattered.

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Heisenberg staggered and fell down, and Zoff immediately grabbed one of Heisenberg's hands. However, a huge explosion from his feet pushed both Heisenberg and Zoff out.

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Flying silently.

The world was quiet at that moment. Heisenberg could not feel anything, he only remembered that he fell down lightly and fell heavily on the floor.

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Perhaps Heisenberg could have been able to fly away from hell on earth.

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But the iron cross on his neck turned into a soldering iron at that moment, and a fireball tied up Heisenberg tightly, making him unable to go anywhere.

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Then the flames sucked his body violently. The floor under Heisenberg was broken. Heisenberg fell again, falling.

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To be continued...