Chapter 508: Rush to the Rescue

On the unnamed high ground.

A third charge of the Prossens was repulsed.

Ilyich walked along the trench, picking at the bandage on his left shoulder as he walked - he felt as if there was a beetle crawling under the bandage, so it was unbearably itchy.

His fingernails were filled with burnt dirt and blood from picking at the bandage.

On the position, whether it was the soldiers who were guarding here from the beginning or the reinforcements who came up from behind, almost all of them were injured. Ilyich passed nurse Maria and saw that she was bandaging Stepan. The bandage was dirty and the original white color could not be seen at all.

Ilyich: "Stepan, finally lost?"

Stepan shook his head: "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter. I told the nurse that if you use this bandage to bandage me, it may cause the wound to become infected, and in the end you have to cut off the entire arm. It's better to just leave it like this and do it." Order some wine and sprinkle it on so I can keep one arm."

Ilyich smiled and said: "You are already thinking about saving your arm. We don't know whether we can survive this damn battle. The Prossens attacked three times, and we are the only ones left on the position, the old and the weak." I’m so disabled, if I do it again..."

At this time, someone in the distance shouted: "Some people in strange clothes are here! The military uniforms don't look like the Proscenians, nor do they look like us!"

Ilyich hurriedly leaned against the trench wall, craned his neck and looked outside.

He saw a small group of men wearing berets and camouflage uniforms climbing up from the traffic ditch on the side of the position.

The leader looked like an Ant civilian, wearing a felt hat that was popular in the factory, and his clothes looked like guerrillas.

Almost all the workers have become guerrillas. Even those who work as hired workers under the Prossens, most of them are underground resisters. While earning bread for their families, they are preparing to cause sabotage and help the regular army regain their hometown.

Ilyich raised his hand: "Don't fire, it seems to be one of our own. I'll ask them."

So he rushed out of the trench and shouted to the people in the traffic ditch: "Who is it? If you don't tell us your name, we will open fire!"

The guerrillas leading the team shouted: "It's the Allied death squads! They led air strikes before and destroyed the enemy's supply system! I led them across the front line, and the troops originally accompanying us encountered the tanks of the Prossens. They were wiped out, so I can only move forward with them!”

Ilyich glanced at the kamikaze, and he could tell from their appearance that they were capable of fighting. The most important thing was that these twenty or so people, after guiding the bombing behind enemy lines, ran out and passed through most of the fighting area. No one loses!

This is a new force!

Ilyich was overjoyed and asked: "Are you here to join us? This position can no longer be defended. Look at us old, weak, sick and disabled people. If there are more fresh troops in your platoon, the enemy will definitely attack in the next wave. Can keep it!"

The leading guerrilla laughed, and so did the platoon of Allied suicide fighters behind him.

Ilyich: "Why are you laughing?"

Guerrillas: "On our way here, we blew up the ammunition depots of the artillery and the fuel depots of the tanks that were responsible for supporting you. Look over there, there is still smoke! It's just that you were fighting just now and didn't hear the explosion. ”

Ilyich turned his head in confusion, and sure enough he saw a dark column of smoke on the horizon connecting the sky and the earth.

"Suka BuLei." He cursed, "You guys blew up all these things so lightly? And then came back with all their tails intact?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer leading the team shook his head and took out two military status cards. The guerrilla explained: "Two people were sacrificed."

Ilyich's thick eyebrows twisted into knots: "Sacrifice two people to blow up such an important target?"

The guerrillas nodded: "They are very capable. Before the bomb detonated, the Prosen people didn't even realize they had sneaked in. I could only watch from the side, not knowing how they did it."

At this time, someone in the death squad said in Antese with a heavy accent: "Don't praise us too much. We succeeded mainly because the Prossens were attacking, so we neglected the rear defense."

Ilyich turned his head and looked at the horizon, then at the old, weak, sick and disabled in the trenches, and finally at the death squads, and then scratched his cheeks with his blood-stained hands: "Damn it, the Prossens killed us. It's so easy for you to beat me down on the ground...it's damning."

The kamikaze who just spoke translated Ilyich's words, and the kamikaze all laughed.

At this time, the guerrillas said: "Did you see, Priest Davarich, they will play a greater role when they return to the rear and accept the general's orders. I have to take them back. I came to your position just to borrow a car, and here... there is a car." Bar?"

Ilyich shook his head: "No, everything was damaged by the bombing. If you go in the direction of my finger, you may encounter a vehicle transporting the wounded. You can discuss it with the driver. And be careful of Stukas. Today, the Plosen Air Force Very diligent in dispatching.”

After all, the stock of ground artillery shells is insufficient, so the Stuka has become a very important means of throwing firepower.

The guerrillas waved their hands and led the death squads towards the direction pointed out by Ilyich.

Ilyich stood there and watched them go away. The light of the setting sun came from behind, coating everyone with blood.

Stepan also came out of the trench, leaning on the Mosin Nagant he picked up from nowhere, and looked at the commandos walking further and further away: "It must be exciting to fight side by side with these people."

Ilyich: "They will go on a particularly dangerous mission, Stepan."

"What does it matter? I think it's still very dangerous on the battlefield." Stepan shrugged, and then grimaced because of the pain of the arm that had just been bandaged.

Seeing him like this, Ilyich also remembered the bandage on his shoulder. It's strange to say that when he was talking to the suicide squad just now, he didn't feel that there was a beetle under the bandage, twitching its legs.

Now the beetle is active again, and it itches Ilyich's face.

When Ilyich tried to pick the bandage, someone shouted: "Look! There's a lot of smoke and dust! Maybe our people are coming!"

Stepan stared at the distance for a few seconds, then picked up the telescope on his neck and looked far away.

Ilyich followed suit.

In the billowing smoke and dust in the telescope, a vehicle that looked like a self-propelled artillery was rushing towards this side, with infantry behind it.

Ilyich got excited and shouted: "Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! And armored forces! We finally have armored forces!"

Stepan did not shout, but just leaned on the Mosin-Nagant and breathed a sigh of relief.

The "old, weak, sick and disabled" on the battlefield cheered: "Ura!"

"General Rokossov has not forgotten us!"

"Ura!"