USSR 1941

At eight o'clock that night, it was completely dark.

Suddenly several red flares rose into the sky, and then there was a loud gunshot, followed by mortar shells smashing hard towards the east.

"They are here, organize the defense!" Major Muller ordered loudly, commanding his subordinates to drive up the tanks one by one, and at the same time fired rows of flares forward to illuminate the surroundings in white.

Although tanks basically do not have the ability to fight at night, if flares are used continuously, and they are still used for defense... Tanks and bunkers are connected together to form a steel line of defense. Major Muller believes that no one can survive.

"Come on, you bastards!" Major Muller gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you a good look!"

Perhaps it was Kleist who gave Major Müller a chance for revenge. He put Major Müller in charge of cutting off the 333rd Soviet Regiment from the main force and organizing the defense.

This is exactly what Muller wanted, especially the latter. To organize the defense in the east is actually to encircle the Soviet army tightly. Major Mueller can't wait to see these Russians rush up and fall on the ground. The scene at the gunpoint of the German army... Major Muller vowed to wash away his shame with the blood of the enemy.

But what surprised Major Muller was that although the enemy's guns were fierce, not many people charged, and they also fired smoke bombs to interfere with their sight.

"They must be too scared to attack!" Muller looked at the tanks and bunkers next to him, and smiled smugly.

This is not surprising, even if you see this battle, you will inevitably shrink back.

However, ten minutes later, in the darkness on the other side, a group of "German troops" was advancing southward under the cover of tanks.

Guarding here is Captain Erich, who hurried from the headquarters to the front line at the moment the guns sounded... To be exact, the encirclement, they were actually already on the second line.

"Keep your eyes open!" Captain Erich ordered loudly. "Don't let the Russians get away, any of them!"

"Yes, Captain!" the German soldiers replied.

"I don't think they will attack here!" The adjutant raised his head to the east: "The fighting over there is fierce!"

"I know, Duden!" Captain Erich replied, "But we must not let our guard down, these Russians are different!"

"Yes!" The adjutant agreed: "I heard that they fled here all the way from the Brest Fortress! It's hard to imagine, Brest..."

"General Frix is ​​looking for them everywhere!" Captain Erich and the adjutant couldn't help laughing out loud.

Major General Fricks is the commander of the 45th Division. He is responsible for commanding the attack on the Brest Fortress. The successful breakthrough of this Russian army has become the laughing stock of the German army after intense fighting.

At this moment, the sound of "rumbling" motors and the tracks of tanks came faintly from the sound of guns and guns.

"What's the matter?" said Captain Erich.

It's normal for Captain Erich to feel strange, because the Soviet army surrounded inside is infantry in the fortified area. They don't have tanks, but now they hear the sound of tanks...

A few flares rose into the air, and two tanks appeared in Captain Erich's sight, to be exact, a No. 3 tank and a No. 3 assault gun, surrounded by a group of German soldiers holding submachine guns and rifles.

"These bastards!" Captain Erich scolded: "Don't they know it's dangerous to do this?"

"It may be troops rushing to the east for reinforcements!" The adjutant said, "These reckless guys have walked into our encirclement!"

"Hey!" Captain Erich called to the opposite side: "Which part are you from?"

There was no reply on the other side, probably because the sound of tank motors and guns prevented them from hearing Captain Erich's call.

"Horn, bring me my horn!" Captain Erich ordered.

Then he raised the horn and yelled again.

A man stood out in the dark, and he replied in standard but trembling German: "We are from the 3rd Armored Battalion, and we are ordered to reinforce..."

This time it was Captain Erich's turn to lose his hearing.

"Come here, you have entered our encirclement!" Captain Erich laughed, "Don't you know that you are pointing your ass at the Russians? They don't like it!"

All the nearby German officers and soldiers burst out laughing.

There was no answer from the other side, and they still followed the tank step by step.

After a while, Captain Erich felt that something was wrong, because he found that this group of "German soldiers" was disorganized... Their uniforms were either too big or too small, and everything was tattered and bloodstained .

It doesn't seem surprising that there are bloodstains. After all, this is a battlefield, and the battlefield will be injured.

The problem is, they don't look wounded at all in their bloodstained military uniforms.

"Hey, stop!" Thinking of this, Captain Erich shouted towards the opposite side.

But it was too late to wake up, and with a shout, "German soldiers" rushed up over the tank.

Captain Erich read it right, these "German soldiers" were actually disguised by the Soviet army, and Shulka was even one of them.

Shulka is actually unwilling to accept this task, because the one who rushes to the forefront is always the most dangerous.

The problem was that both Major Gavrilov and Commissar Fomin believed in Shulka's resilience.

"You can speak English, Comrade Shulka!" said Commissar Fumin. "Only you can communicate with the prisoners!"

"More importantly, you have wisdom that other people don't have." Commissar Fuming said: "You know how to deal with emergencies, which others don't have!"

Shulka knew that Major Gavrilov was putting a high hat on himself, but what Commissar Fumin said was true. They had to escort a few German prisoners to the front, so as not to show their feet.

So, Shulka and his subordinates, to be precise, Shulka's battalion... More than a hundred people all put on military uniforms stripped from the dead German soldiers.

Of course, the uniforms wouldn't fit very well, and they were full of holes and blood.

"Oh, I don't like this!" The old soldier wiped the blood on his clothes and complained, "Can't we fight them openly?"

"Of course!" said Shulka, "and we have a good chance of winning!"

"Then why?" asked the old soldier.

"The problem is that we don't have time!" Shulka explained: "We have to make a quick decision. Once we let them get entangled or spend more time, when the Germans from other directions react and rush here, all of us will have to deal with it quickly." die!"

"I understand!" The veteran nodded: "You are right, comrade squad leader!"