Eight Hundred and Fifteenth Fish in Troubled Waters

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"No problem! As long as you don't let me idle." Marcus's voice echoed in the earphones: "I really want to know why we do this kind of **** mission every time."

"I don't know too well, maybe it's really what General Guderian said, because we are the best." The crew of the No. 114 tank said with a smile.

"Because we have lived longer than others, we are being complained about! Okay, Mr. Marcus." Ren said helplessly while pressing the communicator in his throat.

His words made Marcus temporarily quiet, but it didn't take long for the No. 114 tank in the lead to send a nerve-wracking message: "Company commander! I think you should take a look! We may be in trouble It's..."

"Stop and rest! Pay attention!" After Ren gave this order, he took off his earphones, jumped out of the tank with his weapon in hand, and rushed towards the No. 114 tank hundreds of meters ahead.

When he arrived at the No. 114 tank, he realized that a few kilometers in front of the road, there were a lot of flames. It is impossible to have friendly forces in this kind of place. Probably the Soviets retreating or attacking backwards.

"It's difficult for us to judge at this distance. Let me go and investigate." Ren jumped on the No. 114 tank, and then used the radio on the No. 114 tank to explain the task: "All the tanks gather and leave the road. Set up defenses in the low places by the side of the road. Everything will be discussed when I return."

Holding his assault rifle, he carefully approached his target along the road. After all, it was not a wise choice to cross the wilderness at this time, because deadly landmines might be buried somewhere. Even though he was walking on the edge of the road, he was still cautious, trying not to touch those dangerous places that looked suspicious.

When he stretched out his hand and slowly pushed aside the dead branches of a bush, a Soviet army camp was already in sight. By the light of the fire, he saw that the Soviets were gathering around a bonfire, holding their weapons to keep warm. Farther away, many tents have been set up. It seems that this army has at least 300 people. They also just drove in here and then settled down.

These soldiers were very tired. Ren saw many people yawning frequently. It seemed that they had come all the way here from a long distance. They finally stopped here because of exhaustion. They planned to take a rest here before continuing to the Goal forward.

They are going to the railway bridge too! This road has only one destination. Ren narrowed his eyes and thought in his heart that the Soviets must have learned about the German occupation of the railway bridge, so they could mobilize troops and plan to attack the German defenders near the bridge back and forth.

Since everyone's goal is the same,

And it is destined to fight, Renn doesn't mind coming to such an early encounter. He gently let go of the bushes and branches that were pressing in his hands, then moved his body, backing away from the dangerous range.

When he returned to the place where he started, he found his company in the field beside the road. Several car captains gathered together, waiting for the news from Renn when he came back.

"About 300 infantry, they lack heavy weapons, and their destination should be the same as ours, but they may have been ordered to take back the bridge." As soon as Ren came back, he briefly explained the current situation, and then pointed to the local Map, and said to several comrades around him: "There are two options, one is to make a frontal breakthrough, kill these Soviets and move on, the disadvantage is that the time is not good for us now, it is too dark, and the effect of night battles is definitely not very good. "

He paused here, and then continued to introduce: "The second plan is simpler. We will drive the tank directly across the road, disguised as the Soviets' own tanks, and drive there swaggeringly."

"I think the second option is feasible. Even if they find us, they won't send people to chase us. We don't waste time, just pass them and directly support the bridgehead." Marcus nodded, agreeing with Rennes Second set of options.

Ren glanced at Marcus, then nodded, motioned for everyone to start their tanks, and then turned around and walked towards his No. 13 Tiger tank. Marcus turned his head suddenly, looked at Ren and asked, "Didn't you kill a few Soviets?"

After hearing this question, Ren was taken aback for a moment, then he turned around, looked at Marcus, and explained: "I didn't do anything, because I was afraid of scaring the snake, not for any other reason."

Marcus chuckled, then walked towards his own No. 112 tank without saying anything. Ren no longer struggled, and also climbed into his tank, and the remaining 5 tanks of the 1st company started up again, and began to continue running along the road.

Five tanks galloping on the road is obviously not something that can be concealed, not to mention the 300-person Soviet camp not far away, which is only a few meters away from the road. Some Soviet things with guns on their backs saw vehicles approaching not far away, and watched them approaching curiously.

After all, this is the forte of the Soviet army. Those who dare to blatantly light a fire here to keep warm, or dare to blatantly drive on the road here, must not be the enemy's troops. Think about it, they just waited for these "friendly" tanks to approach, and then went up to say hello.

As for the German special forces that ran rampant all day during the day, bluffing and deceiving and disrupting the hateful shadow of the Soviet army, the Soviets have not yet figured out whether their own people have messed up, or someone is really maliciously spreading chaos.

Time passed by, Ren leaned on the hatch of the tank, put his hand in the turret on his assault rifle, and watched the Soviet camp that was getting closer. The turret was already pointing to the side of the tank, the machine gun bullets had been loaded into the barrel, and everyone was concentrating on waiting, waiting for the turbulent eruption after the imminent silence.

"That doesn't seem to be our tank!" A Soviet soldier frowned and looked at the German tanks approaching in the distance. He reminded his companion softly, and then squinted his eyes to carefully identify the suspicious vehicles that were approaching quickly.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Many Soviet soldiers ran out of their tents to watch the excitement, and some soldiers stood by the fire, looking blankly into the distance. Many people want to take a look at Soviet tanks. After all, it is a very courageous thing to see your own armored troops on the road. They walked to the side of the road and stood in a dense line, making noise while watching the tanks approaching.

"What a bunch of rookies! After fighting for a year, I still don't know how to live longer!" Marcus muttered in the headset, and then Ren saw the Soviet sentinel in the lead shouting , while taking off the Mosin Nagant rifle he was carrying from his body.

"Germans! It's a German tank!" The soldier picked up his gun and reminded his companion loudly. His shout immediately made the Soviet soldiers who were about to watch the excitement panic. Many people wanted to leave the side of the road. However, at this time, the No. 114 tank led by the German army had already rushed past the sentry Soviet army, followed by the second tank, the one with the number 112 painted on the turret, and rushed over quickly.

"Thuk! Thuk!" Without keeping the Soviets waiting, the German coaxial machine gun roared. The tracer bullets were bright and dazzling in the darkness of the night. A Soviet soldier turned around and tried to run, but was hit by a bullet from behind. He yelled and fell to the ground.

Ren pulled out his assault rifle from his hatch, and aimed at groups of Soviet soldiers by the light of the fire. He tapped the trigger, and the bullet flew to the target accurately, leaving a hole the size of a fist in the target. The 5 tanks didn't mean to stop at all. They just drove along the road like that, and turned a complex Soviet camp into ruins. The No. 111 tank behind them even fired two grenades, which made the entire Soviet camp worse. .

As if hitting a moving target, Renn fired two bullets at a time, accurately killing those Soviet soldiers who forgot to fight back. In Renn's eyes, these improvised Soviet peasants who had no combat experience Just like cannon fodder, they are useless on the battlefield except to waste the enemy's bullets.

Efficient and rhythmic slaughter, this is what Ren is doing now. He fired all the bullets in the magazine, then quickly unloaded his own magazine, and then pulled out another magazine full of bullets , the movement is smooth and the installation is completed, pull the trigger to get ready, and then pull the trigger to continue firing.

His gunshots are like a bright piece of music, beautiful and beautiful. It seems to be the melody of death, harvesting the life of the enemy in the beauty. With that sound followed by a short "chug", the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another.

"Boom!" After dozens of seconds of unilateral massacre, the Soviet Red Army finally fired the first shot of counterattack. Nothing but traces.

Ren didn't even dodge, he just tried to keep his body straight on the swaying tank, and killed as many soldiers as possible with the weapon in his hand. The Soviets had already collapsed, and many people fled away from the road without looking back, and some people began to fight back with weapons—it was just that these people were very few, and they really didn't play any specific role.