"The sunset reflects the red color of Robbinstell, it is so beautiful here... But I know that the time for my death is coming..."

This is the diary written by Lieutenant Colonel Hewitt, the commander of the SS Armored Reconnaissance 1 Battalion, who was stuck in Robbinstell, or to be more precise, a last word left by him:

"My brothers are dead, and the ones I love are dead. For me, all hope has been lost, and I can't even see the arrival of reinforcements. But there is no sorrow or fear in my heart, but there is only a kind of relief. I know that even when death really comes, there will be no regrets, because I died for the country I love deeply, and when the war is over, everyone will remember my name."

Hewitt was ready for death, just like every surviving German soldier here.

They are not afraid of death, the only thing they fear is that even if they die, they cannot stop Robbinstell's loss. As a soldier, this is the greatest shame in their life. ． ． ． ． ．

There are not many soldiers around him who can continue fighting, but Hewitt has no intention of giving up. As long as he is still alive and he can still raise his gun, he must fight

For your faith, for those dead brothers and your beloved girls!

At this time, Robbinstell's already sparse gunfire suddenly became even more intense. ． ． ． ． ．

"Marson, we have attacked Robbinstel, but we are the only tank." Major Raff's loud voice rang out.

Although he was very bold, at this time, the major couldn't help but worry. The major never cared about the danger he encountered. But the one sitting in this tank was the soul of Marshal Ernst, Germany!

If the marshal has any damage, even if he shoots himself a hundred times, it will be useless.

"Oh, is that right? We are the only one tank?" Wang Weiyi was indifferent to what was happening in front of him. Perhaps in his opinion, there was no difference between a tank and a hundred tanks.

Fortunately, there were no enemies nearby, but the dense gunfire came from another direction.

"Major, if our tanks can still move, I hope you will attack there." Wang Weiyi's calm voice came from his mouth.

"Ah, yes, Marshal." Major Raff accepted the order without hesitation, but could not help but mutter: "You are so brave. I have to say, I have never seen a commander like you..."

Wang Weiyi smiled faintly. ． ． ． ． ．

The tanks roared in the direction indicated by Marshal Ernst. What was the scene that appeared in front of them soon?

An "SS6" is constantly suppressing a broken building with a machine gun, and more than a dozen Russian soldiers are constantly throwing grenades.

And in that small building, although it was completely suppressed by the Russians, the gunshots of counterattack were still ringing tenaciously.

The Russians were completely attracted by the battle ahead, and coupled with the constant sound of cannons and explosions, they did not notice a German "leopard"-shaped appearance behind them.

"Major, do you know what you should do?" Wang Weiyi said coldly.

"Of course, Marshal." Major Raff was stimulated by the battle in front of him, and he shouted loudly in his voice again: "Hey, I said Sergeant Gad, what are you waiting for?"

"Don't always speak so loudly, your voice is almost as loud as the cannon." Sergeant Gad muttered in dissatisfaction, and then he slowly aimed the gun at the Russians.

"What a spectacular scene..." Wang Weiyi whispered.

In his sigh, the cannon handled by Sergeant Gad himself roared. The shells landed accurately on the "SS6", and then the explosion sounded, the Russian tank was completely scrapped!

When the Russians had not reacted at all, the machine guns on the "Leopard" type were venting their heart's content.

Wang Weiyi is the one who is in charge of the machine gun. He likes this feeling. He likes to feel the machine gun jumping and likes to see the enemy die under his machine gun.

More than a dozen Russian soldiers fell into pools of blood without responding at all. They didn't even know how they died.

After a moment, the gunshots stopped.

The "Leopard" style is still patrolling slowly. The tank numbered "001" stands arrogantly on the battlefield like an invincible beast.

Then, the tank's command tower was opened and Wang Weiyi jumped out of the tank.

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There was no gunshot in the small building. Obviously, the German soldiers who were standing there didn't know what was going on.

Major Raf quickly emerged from the tank and protected Marshal Ernst. If there were Russian snipers nearby at this time, everything would be done.

"Hey, is it German inside?" Major Raff shouted.

"Yes, we are SS'Kolfi, the battle group, where are you?" A German word came from the small building.

"Baron Guard, SS Bodmel's first-level assault team, I'm Major Raff. Listen, you slowly come out of it, how many of you still have?"

"Three!" When the voice settled, three German soldiers came out.!

They were ragged and they were all wounded. But judging by their appearance, they could enter the battle anytime, anywhere if needed.

They saw Raff in the major uniform, and the man behind Raff, who was only wearing the black SS uniform, but not any sign that could indicate his identity.

"I am Rocco, Private. They are Ulem and Philip." The leading soldier saluted: "Thank you for your help, Major, or we will all die here."

Although Major Raf praised their courage in his heart, he still said coldly: "It was not me who helped you, but your courage that saved you."

Then, he asked Marshal Ernst for his consent with his eyes and said to the three surviving soldiers: "Now, please stand at attention, soldier Rocco, soldier Ulem, and soldier Philip. Please salute Marshal Ernst Blem!"

"Who?" The three soldiers almost doubted whether their hearing was damaged by shells.

"Marrior Ernst Alexand von Breme, Grand Marshal of the Army, Navy and Air Force of the German Empire."

"Boom" and the three German soldiers' heads were about to explode. They could not imagine that the person who saved them was Marshal Ernst.

God, is there anything more magical than this?

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The three soldiers quickly stood upright and raised their right arm straight: "Hey - Ernst!"

"Okay, soldiers." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "Tell me, are there survivors like you nearby? Where is your commander, Lieutenant Colonel Hewitt?"

"There are probably scattered soldiers nearby who are continuing to fight." Rocco replied hurriedly: "As for Lieutenant Colonel Hewitt, we met him last evening, and the mental state of the Lieutenant Colonel looked very furious. But then we encountered a group of Russians, and we were broken up, and we don't know where the Lieutenant Colonel is now."

Wang Weiyi nodded slowly: "So, can you continue to fight?"

"Of course, Marshal." Rocco and his companions unconsciously grabbed the weapons in their hands: "We can devote ourselves to a new battle at any time."

"Very good, Major Raf, go back to your tank and clear the obstacles ahead for us." Wang Weiyi possessed himself and picked up a Russian submachine gun: "The four of us will serve as cover for the tanks. As for the destination, I will go wherever there is a battle."

Major Raf had long been used to it and soon returned to his tank, but Rocco and his companions were once again frightened.

The marshal actually wants to fight like an ordinary soldier?

But before they could react, Marshal Ernst had already walked forward with the roar of the tank. Rocco, Ulem and Philip did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly followed the Marshal.

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When the new battle broke out, Rocco still couldn't believe that he was actually fighting side by side with the Marshal. He fired a shuttle and said while changing to a new magazine: "Marrior, I ask you to withdraw from the battle, just leave it to us."

"Why, First Class Private Roco?" Wang Weiyi smiled and shot an enemy to death: "Is it just because I am a marshal? Child, when I was fighting on the battlefield, you were not born yet. There is not much power we can be used to fight. Everyone must make their contribution here, even if Head of Adolf comes...."

"Ah, I understand, Marshal." Rocco cheered up. Since even the Marshal himself was so fearless, what else could he be afraid of?

The "leopard" type is obviously a trustworthy war machine. With its help, another group of Russian soldiers was eliminated, and this time Wang Weiyi successfully rescued seven German soldiers.

Two of them were seriously injured and could not continue to fight. When Wang Weiyi was about to arrange someone to take care of them, the two wounded suddenly said, "Marson, can you leave us two grenades? You need any soldier around you who can continue to fight, not because of any burden."

Wang Weiyi looked at them silently, then nodded silently.

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What a cute soldier. With such a soldier, what else can he worry about?

The two soldiers were named Carter and Walter. After the Robbinstell battle, Wang Weiyi did not forget them. He sent people to find their whereabouts.

When the search team found them, Carter and Walter were dead. But beside them were the bodies of several Russians.

They pulled the grenades in the moment before they were captured, and they never let down the glory of a soldier.

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To be continued...