Iron Cross Fire

A group of people from Vasalai were running, and behind them was a blazing fire that could devour everything. Countless screams came from this.

But they didn't care. They had heard the Slavs' screams too many times, and they were always the same. This time it was the same, with no appeal.

But they still have to stay away from the fire, otherwise they will be no different from the Slavs in the fire.

After running a certain distance, their pace slowed down and they became cautious and observed their surroundings.

The intensive gunfire on the battlefield attracted them, tempting them towards the endless abyss.

But the pure Germanic blood in their blood continues to inspire them, giving them endless blood and the courage to fight.

They transform into lone wolves, sneaking into the shadows of the harbor and fighting their enemies in the darkness.

Vasalai led his men to a wall in small steps and leaned on it to move forward at night.

The further they advanced, the louder and more intensive the gunfire sounded, and he was already sure that they were not far from the battlefield.

However, when he was about to quicken his pace, a group of people suddenly ran up the street, scaring him so much that he quickly fell down.

Hiding in the grass and looking closely, the clothes of this group of people were very strange. They were neither the bandits of the revolutionary troops nor the green military coats of the Tsarist Russian regular army.

Perhaps they were the "people without clothes" in the Tsarist Russian army, but Vassar clearly saw that each of them had a gun on their shoulders.

Since they all have guns, their status must be high. They may be so-called internal agents. The clothes they wear are just to distinguish them from the Tsarist Russian army.

But Vasalai didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, they were just fooling around. If they hadn't held the torch, they might have been killed directly.

Vasa came and let this group of troops he didn't recognize go. When he saw that no one was coming on the street, he jumped up and ran away with the people.

But he seemed lost. The complicated port made it difficult for him to recognize where the exit was.

Even though his eyes tried their best to imprint the scenery he saw in his mind, and his brain was overloaded to recall the marks on the map, even if he combined what he saw and thought, he couldn't come up with an answer.

After following the sign for nearly ten minutes, I realized that they had been running in circles.

Vasalai was very angry and kicked down the fence in front of him. After seeing clearly, he became even more angry.

There was a road beyond the fence, and it seemed possible to walk out.

Vassar led the people through carefully, while secretly cursing Russia's poor infrastructure.

In fact, the Russians can't be blamed for this, because the sign was crooked, but Vassar didn't notice it.

Following this path, I walked out as expected, and my field of vision finally became wider, but it was still pitch black.

But the sometimes scattered and sometimes intensive gunfire briefly illuminated a small area, and the accompanying murmur could also guide them on the way, so that they no longer ran around like headless flies.

Vasalai led the crowd to run out and approach the nearest Russian stronghold without stopping.

When he could clearly see the building and the people underneath, he waved his hand to let his men stop and rest, while he quietly walked over alone.

After climbing about twenty meters, I felt that the firepower of the battle was getting more and more intensive. Stray bullets bounced around and hit the ground. One of them was nailed around Vasalai, almost hitting his body.

Vasalai was so shocked that he became very cold. He no longer dared to take a step forward. Instead, he crawled on the ground, rolled over and hid in a mud pit to observe.

Taking advantage of the moment when the fire broke out, he successfully captured one piece of information after another.

In front of him was his enemy, the Tsarist Russian government troops, and further away were the revolutionary troops.

It seemed that this unfortunate Tsarist Russian army was about to be attacked from both sides.

Vasalai waved his hand, and then several soldiers climbed up quickly.

However, they also encountered the same problem as Vasalai: overwhelming stray bullets blocked their path forward, and they had to rely on bunkers to crawl over one by one.

This is time-consuming and extremely risky once you leave the bunker.

So Vassar changed the direction of his attack and decided to launch an assault from the southwest of this stronghold.

There is a wall in the southwest that can withstand most flying bullets, and a few people are relatively safe there.

After everyone gathered around the pit, they started taking action.

Vasalai first crawled out of the pit, and then crawled westward. Countless bullets whizzed past his head. It was not until he crawled under a tree with sweat on his face that he felt a little bit safe.

After taking a few breaths, Vasalai suddenly rolled over and continued to crawl to the west.

And a man in the pit saw him leaving the first tree, so he climbed out of the pit and climbed towards that tree.

After repeating this process for nearly ten minutes, Vasalai and the other six people were already in place.

Satisfied that there were no injuries, Vasalai jumped out of a fence.

Everyone else also ran out of their bunkers and approached Vasalai. Several people formed a wedge formation and approached the wall.

Even though the sound of gunshots did not diminish at all, not a single bullet hit them, so they continued to slowly and cautiously reach the outside of the wall.

After searching the surrounding area to ensure that there were no enemies, they climbed in through the gap one by one.

After entering, he still didn't see an enemy, and the sound of gunfire also weakened somewhat, which made Vasalai become restless.

However, his good qualities told him not to be careless and to be as cautious as before.

They bypassed a closed building and headed towards the area where the gunfire was intensive.

Soon, they saw a group of Russians hiding behind the bricklayers and exchanging fire with others.

Although some of them looked back, Vasala and his black uniforms were completely integrated into the darkness, and they could not be found without careful observation.

Vasala wanted to find some cover before opening fire, but the road blocked by the building and the wall was very narrow, and there was nothing on the narrow road that could withstand full-power bullets.

He stopped thinking, asked his men to maintain their formation, and then picked up his submachine gun to shoot at the enemies he could see.

The Austrians behind him also opened fire, and the flaming muzzles sprayed countless bullets, flying straight into the eyes of the Russians.

The sudden dense firepower from behind caught everyone off guard, but when the revolutionary troops felt that the bullets against them were getting fewer, they immediately reacted and launched a more rapid attack.

Vasala quickly killed all the Russians he could see, and then retreated to avoid being trapped in a narrow area.

As soon as they withdrew, a group of angry Russians ran into the narrow road with guns in hand. However, what awaited them was not revenge, but more oncoming bullets.

Vasala and others lay outside and shot inside. In an instant, most of the Russians in the queue fell to the ground and died. The rest of them were too late to react and were shot to death on the ground.

The entire narrow street was full of corpses, blood was still flowing all over the ground, and there were so many bullet holes in the wall that it was scary.

Endless disasters are countless. This may be what war brings.

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