The post office has a window with a wide view but hidden view. Zoff shot like a machine inside, switching between the bazooka and the machine gun, and firing wildly at all targets he could see. In the dim post office, the ground was filled with empty shells and launchers of the bazooka.

For a moment, Heisenberg stood at the end of the trench and watched him fighting alone in the room. His face was covered with charred blood, and his hair had long been burned by the flames when the rocket was fired... Apart from shouting and fighting, there was no one like a person...

"Hey-Zoff." Heisenberg called my brother's name in my biggest voice: "Okay. Let's go... promised... let's go together!"

Zoff stopped shooting. He heard the voice of his best friend, "Heisenberg..." He turned his head and looked at Heisenberg, and the gleam of joy in his eyes almost turned into liquid.

He understood what the other person meant—just as Heisenberg understood what he meant.

However, at this moment, the Russian tanks on the square finally fired a deadly shot towards the small post office on the corner of the street. A high-explosive bomb flew out of the cannon chamber, passing the charge of Russian infantry, passing the wreckage of tanks on the front line, the corpses of flesh and mud, passing through all struggles and hopes, and finally steadily drilled into the small window of the post office...

Suddenly, the entire wall was torn apart, and a violent explosion flew into every space with stones and drilled into every gap. In front of Heisenberg, Zoff's body was completely torn apart by this sudden blow... His limbs bounced between the walls of the post office like those stones, and his face melted by the high temperature. His head flew out and stuck to the wall behind him like a piece of chewing gum... The broken body was like flesh and blood scattered all over the floor. He couldn't recognize his original appearance.

Heisenberg was completely deafened by the explosion. He had nothing in his ears, only a continuous and monotonous "buzzing" sound. The huge wave of air pushed him out again, and he got up tenaciously again and returned to the door of the post office again. He had a headache and blood flowed out of his nose... He burst out all his strength, climbed up from the trenches onto the floor of the post office, and on the bloody corpse of his comrades. There was something he had to take away- he had to take away, and that was their agreement.

Heisenberg climbed through his flesh and blood and flipped his body. Finally, on his headless neck, he touched the iron cross... He pulled the cross and held it tightly in my right hand. When he crawled out of the post office, the Russian infantry had already begun to jump into the trenches to fight the remaining grenades. A grenade turned the grenade into a hand-to-hand weapon. He stood there firmly, preparing to knock the enemy's head with the grenades.

Heisenberg fired a few random shots, but a bullet hit the ribs - Damn! The broken ribs pierced into his lungs - his body softened... He opened his mouth wide, seeking instinctive shouting, but he couldn't make any sound...

He tilted his head and two horses appeared in his blurred vision, which they found before the war began. And a few hours ago, Heisenberg and Zoff left them behind the cemetery defense line. In the continuous rain of bullets, they were still alive. The two horses were crowded together in horror. The bullets hit the wall beside them, but they couldn't run away... The reins tied the two horses to a dead tree.

He grabbed Heisenberg in horror with his hands. He tried to look up. It was Hasen. The young man said something excitedly to him, and he couldn't hear it. His gaze was completely blurred.

"Bridge...bridge..." Heisenberg tried his best to make a sound.

His body rubbed and moved on the ground... He felt... He thought... the faithful Hasson must have risked his life to pull me away in the direction of the bridge. He struggled, trying to take a look at the two horses again. When he raised his head, he saw a violent flash and explosion of a Russian heavy tank... As it drove through the trenches, it was overturned by explosives. The last mg62 on the cemetery defense line rang, and it was arranged behind the entire line of defense to be used as an instrument at the end of the entire movement. It rang, and the light column of the bullet swept across the entire line of defense, and the Russian and German soldiers disappeared in the fire together... The body that was close at hand was covered with the ground like a smashed pumpkin. However, soon, the last machine gun became quiet... More, more Ivan appeared in the trenches and stepped on all obstacles.

A sticky blood flowed out of his mouth, pulling out a long piece like a snot... Heisenberg tilted his head and saw the hotel where he and Zoff first saw Hasen appear beside me this morning... He grabbed it with his right hand hard, trying to make sure Zoff's iron cross is still in his hand.

I am very pleased.

When Hassen returned to the bridgehead of the armored soldiers with Heisenberg, Heisenberg remembered the appearance of the armored soldiers when they saw him. They looked at him with incredible eyes, and tried their best to imagine what kind of baptism I had experienced in front of them...

"Why didn't you go to the cemetery? Why didn't your tank go to the cemetery? Why did you run over your own body? Why... what are the reinforcements you mentioned? Where are the reinforcements of the armored forces? Where! Where! Liar! Bastard! All are bastards-you fucking liars!" Hessenberg shouted at Ruthever at hissing, but more blood was flowing out.

Hasson finally left him on the bridge.

"Scammer...scammer..."

Heisenberg breathed hard, staring blankly at the sky above his head. The steel clouds were a little thin, and the dawn that was covered by it was exposed.

It's almost dawn.

Rutherford and his armored soldiers raised their hands together for the last collective salute to Baron Alexander and Hitler. Then the young SS major jumped onto his own chariot. Two three-type assault guns drove away from the bridgehead with their huge weapons. They shouted the slogans of fighting and drove towards the city center filled with flames and smoke...

Heisenberg flipped over and climbed hard toward the edge of the bridge. The sticky black blood flowed down his hands to the ground.

Major Bolorsky was still lying on the top floor of the hotel. He saved Heisenberg and Zoff's lives tonight. He had killed countless enemies and his results had risen to nearly 200. However, when he pulled the trigger again, the bullet did not fly out of the barrel. It turned out that the last shot was the last...

In the hotel downstairs, there were Russian shouts.

The old sniper smiled miserably, and for the last time he stroked his beloved rifle with his beard...

Heisenberg finally climbed to the bridge, and below was the gurgling Taiber River. He could even hear their clear sounds. The river started from the ice sheets of the Alps, flowed through the entire Eastern Europe, and finally merged into the ocean in the Baltic Sea... The water of the Baltic Sea will be muddy with the water of the North Sea and flowed into the Atlantic Ocean... The free and boundless Atlantic Ocean...

The wounded dragged their broken bodies and left the refuge one after another, fighting against the Russians with all the weapons they could find. They did not transfer according to the orders. All chose to stay, believing that they could block the Russians - just as they defeated the pain of their limbs with their will.

They were greeted by heavy tanks of the Russians. They made a harsh metal sound, and the engine roared, directly over the German wounded who were blocking it with grenades... Their bodies were set on the cobblestone ground of the main road by tank tracks. The tanks drove across the main road and eventually collapsed the second-story building where the wounded took refuge...

Hasen stood at the bridge with a bayonet. A Russian shouted and charged. Hasen shouted in a tender voice and stabbed into his body. But the enemy used his butt to hit Hasen's face with a violent blow before his death. The young man fell to the ground in a mess, groping like a blind man. The next Russian rushed up snatched the rifle from Hasen's hand, then turned around, and stabbed into his heart with the bayonet... The young soldier was not dead. He struggled hard on the ground, trying to stand up again. The Russian kicked him in the head, and then cursed. He took off Hasen's helmet, chopped Hasen's head with boots and heels...

The wail gradually turned into a shattering sound...

Heisenberg touched the Iron Cross on his neck.

The last time I shouted. Pull it off the collar...I don't have much strength anymore.

He grabbed his iron cross and Zov's iron cross with his right hand, and then prepared to throw them down the bridge. But the Russian bayonet went first. The cold weapon ruthlessly penetrated Heisenberg's body. The chest cavity, which had already been covered in blood, burst open, and the huge pressure filled the blood everywhere... But the Russians were not satisfied. While rotating the bayonet and twisting Heisenberg's body, he chopped his neck with blood-stained boots...

In a trance... Heisenberg climbed through the battlefield with difficulty, climbed through the warriors, climbed through all escapes, struggles, pain, fragility... Responsibility has dissolved in the blur of flesh and blood; courage has disintegrated in the destruction of the soul... touched! Finally touched! He tried hard to open his eyes, blood blurred his vision... but he knew that he had touched them... Horses, Heisenberg and Zoff's horses were groping him with their noses, testing their master's intentions. When he untied the reins that tied them, the two horses ran away.

Yes, he could hear...the sound of their hooves away, and they gasped in excitement.

When his hands were hanging weakly, the two iron crosses finally broke free from their shackles and fell into the river under the bridge. The river was gentle and quiet. The gentle current would carry these two iron crosses through the battlefield, through the village, through the farmland, and finally into the sea...

The sea water is salty. It will corrode away in one year, or ten years, melt away their medals, their oaths... By that time, Zov, they become powder-they can freely float to anywhere in the sea with the current.

At that time, they were not bound and had to fight.

At that time, they fulfilled the agreement.

Together, find their...freedom...

......

The Russian smiled grimly and raised the bayonet in his hand again... When the bayonet fell this time, Heisenberg will bid farewell to this cold and ruthless world forever...

Heisenberg seemed to have seen nothing. His eyes were fixed on the tumbling river water... The Iron Cross was in the river... Heisenberg's eyes showed the fanaticism before death...

Yes, fanaticism. A fanaticism that no one except the German soldiers could understand...

When the tip of the bayonet touched Heisenberg's body, a fierce gunshot suddenly sounded... The burly Russian fell into the river without saying a word.

Heisenberg didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but in fact, there was no difference between him or her life or death... He saw with his own eyes that so many brothers died in front of him, those lively German soldiers, and those good brothers who fought bloody battles with him...

His heart was already dead...

Before he fell into a coma, he heard a voice: "Col. Heisenberg? I am here to reinforce you by Marshal Ernst..."

Heisenberg breathed a long sigh of relief... Marshal Ernst. He heard Marshal Ernst's name again... When he was in the most difficult and needed help, Marshal Ernst could always bring him the greatest miracle...

......

The sound of cannons was still there and desperately sounded. Heisenberg tried hard to open his eyes. He wanted to move, but immediately a huge pain came from his whole body.

"Don't move, Colonel Heisenberg. Your mission has been completed."

An extremely familiar voice came to the hurt ears. Then, Heisenberg saw the extremely familiar face.

He smiled, knowing that he would be able to see this face again, and again under his command, fighting for the pride and dignity of Germany:

Ernst Alexand von Breme!

"Marson, many soldiers died..." Heisenberg said weakly: "Many, many, many, they died in front of me."

"I know, colonel." Wang Weiyi said calmly: "You seized Levto and then defended here with a weak force. You have done everything you can do. They will not sacrifice in vain. Now, please give us this place."

Now, please leave this to us!

When the Skeleton Baron said this, the terrible nightmare of the Russians came. They had been so close to victory that they had even almost seen it.

But at the moment when victory came, all their dreams were shattered.

The German reinforcements arrived, and the Baron Guard arrived!

Once these wolves and tigers entered Levto, a terrible whistling broke out. They must return the suffering they suffered to these Russians ten times a hundred times!

They must let the Russians know that the majesty of Germany is not allowed to be challenged by the enemy!

So, the Russian tragedy began at this moment...

A large number of "Leopard 9" and "Destroyer 3" tanks appeared in Levto, which was the torrent of the German army. They launched an anti-attack on the Russian army that was attacking without anyone else. With their strong will and equally powerful combat power, they threw the Russians into chaos.

Wang Weiyi watched coldly at everything that happened on the battlefield. The German soldiers who were struggling to defend in Levto, both the SS and the National Wehrmacht, had done everything they had. They realized their loyalty with their blood and lives.

Blood - It always takes more blood to repay!

"Marson, we have defeated the Russian left-wing troops and are now advancing toward the city center." Karenbu came to him and said loudly.

"Very good. The battle here must be ended before dark tomorrow." Wang Weiyi said in a cold voice: "Every time we delay an extra minute here, Robbinstell's casualties will increase."

"Yes, Marshal." Karenbu hesitated: "We have captured some prisoners, some of them have surrendered, and some of them I don't know what to do with."

Wang Weiyi looked at him. Compared to his father Rommel, Karenbu's personality was less courageous: "Karrenbu, we will always catch many prisoners, and at such extraordinary moments, some extraordinary means must be used. History is always written by the winner."

"Yes, I get it." Karenbu saluted and then strode out.

Wang Weiyi looked back and found that Heisenberg on the hospital bed was looking straight at him. He walked to Heisenberg: "Do you have anything to say, Colonel?"

"Please help me kill all the Russians, Marshal." Despite my weakness, Heisenberg tried hard to say in his greatest voice: "Many and many German soldiers died here, in front of my eyes, and my good friends. I could not close my eyes, because as long as I close my eyes, I could see them. Marshal, can you understand my pain?"

"I can understand your pain and German pain." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "We have done our best to help the Russians, but they betrayed us. Any betrayal will cost them even more severely. So, Colonel Heisenberg, you can completely close your eyes and fall asleep with peace of mind."
Chapter completed!