Chapter 534 The Furnace (Update 2681)

Chapter 534 The Furnace (update 26/81)

Look at Zaitsev and the others getting ready for battle.

Nellie decided to look for something that would allow her to continue to use her shooting skills.

She has not received grenade throwing training and cannot guarantee the accuracy of throwing incendiary bombs and cluster grenades onto the tank.

She had just walked a few steps along the trench when she heard the machine gun fire suddenly stop firing.

Nellie looked towards the direction of the firepower point, just in time to see the enemy's high-explosive bomb blasting out a cloud of sand nearly two people high.

After thinking for a while, Nelly picked up the rifle in the trench and checked the barrel. When she loaded the bullet, the Prosen skirmisher line suppressed by the machine gun appeared again - without machine gun fire, the crawling enemy stood up again.

This time the enemy was closer, Nelly chose the target calmly and knocked him down with one shot.

But killing the noncommissioned officer did not stop the Prosins from advancing. They even started to jog and passed the 100-meter target.

Sharif shouted: "Hit!"

Then dense waves of shooting sounded, and bullets fell on the enemy's skirmish line.

Nelly continued to fire, and with each shot a Sergeant Prossen fell holding his chest.

Suddenly, an enemy tank blocked Nelly's view.

The tank crew didn't even see her in the trench, and just pushed her towards the trench.

Nelly lowered her head, got out from under the tracks, touched an incendiary bomb on the fallen naval infantry, pulled the string with unfamiliar movements, and threw it to the back of the tank body.

At first, the tank seemed not to feel the incendiary bomb at all, and continued to drive forward for many meters before the engine made an abnormal noise and a large plume of smoke as black as ink was emitted from the exhaust port.

The tracks finally stopped rolling, and the entire vehicle slid forward for a second before stopping.

The commander was the first to open the turret hatch and get out, holding the MP40 in his hand.

Nelly shot him in the waist, causing him to fall off the tank.

Then four tank crews got out of the tank, and everyone was holding an MP40 - this crew brought a lot of weapons!

Zaitsev suddenly appeared, carrying Bobosha and shooting together, knocking down all the tankers who were trying to surround Neli.

"Are you okay? The general's maid?" Zaitsev asked loudly while reloading.

Nelly stood up: "It's okay."

Zaitsev: "Sharif asked us to restore the firepower of the machine gun. The partner assigned to me just died. Come with me!"

Nellie said simply: "Let's go."

Zaitsev loaded the magazine and picked up a handful of Bobosha from the ground and handed it to Neli: "This is better for hand-to-hand combat. I think you can handle it."

Neli hesitated for a moment, then dropped Mosin Nagant and took Bobosha: "I haven't used it before."

"Just pull the trigger, and then switch to another one. Look, there are so many ownerless Bobosas in the trenches." Zaitsev's voice suddenly became deeper, "There are so many ownerless Bobosas, damn it. Let's go. Bar!"

He held down his helmet and ran along the trench with his body bent, Nellie following close behind.

The shooting trench was dug into a standard W shape. After the two men turned a few turns one after another, they met three Plosen soldiers head-on.

The Prosin held his rifle, raised his hand and fired a shot that missed Zaitsev, and then Bobosha rang.

Three Prosens fell, and Zaitsev shouted excitedly: "Did you see that I knocked down three?"

Nellie: "Go forward quickly. If we don't restore the machine gun fire, more Prossens will enter the trenches!"

"Okay!" Zaitsev then continued to move forward. When he turned the next corner, he saw only three naval infantry shooting. The bodies of four Prosin soldiers were already lying in the trench.

The corporal leading the team turned around and said, "Zaitsev? Help us block the enemy!"

"I'm going to restore the machine gun!" Zaitsev replied.

"Why send you a private? Where's Maloof?"

"Sacrificed." Zaitsev said as he walked forward.

The corporal who asked the question cursed: "Sukabu!"

He stretched out his upper body and fired towards the outside of the trench, as if venting the endless anger in his heart.

Turning another corner, the machine gun bunker was right in front. You could clearly see that a corner of the bunker made of sandbags had been blown open. The machine gun was still in its original position, but there was no shooter left.

Zaitsev: "Come on, you shoot, and I will be the assistant shooter and hold the ammunition belt for you!"

At this time, a fire net of green tracer bullets swept over, and the bullets made a chirping sound as they hit the edge of the trench.

Zaitsev got down in time to avoid the wave of shots.

But Nellie was not hit at all because she was too short.

"Damn it," Zaitsev cursed, "the enemy tanks are targeting us, the machine guns won't fire, and we can't concentrate on attacking the tanks when the enemy infantry comes up!"

As he spoke, he was about to run towards the nearby machine gun position, and a grenade was thrown into the trench.

The grenade had obviously been pinched in his hand, and it exploded the moment it fell in.

Most of Neli's body was blocked by Zaitsev, with only the side of her face exposed. A shrapnel hit her above the right eye, and blood immediately obscured half of her vision.

Zaitsev fell to the left, leaning against the trench wall with his shoulder.

A Prosen soldier appeared on the right side of the trench, holding up the rifle in his hand. The moment he saw Nellie, the soldier was stunned.

Nelly pulled the trigger, and the Prossen fell backwards.

Then Nellie stood up on tiptoes, poked the muzzle of the gun out of the trench, and fired at the outside.

Zaitsev: "Nurse... I'm a little cold."

He seemed to mistake Nellie for a nurse.

Neli took one look at Zaitsev's wound and immediately decided not to waste time on first aid. Instead, she took out the bloody letter from his pocket and pulled him into it, then pulled him up and let him lie down on the trench on the right. , head stuck out.

Then Nellie picked up a handful of popsha and put it into Zaitsev's hand: "Cover me!"

Zaitsev could not raise his upper body. He was almost lying on the gun. He could only use his last strength to grab the gun and pull the trigger with his finger.

Bobosha opened fire, even though he was not aiming, still able to intimidate the enemy near the trench.

Neli patted Zaitsev on the shoulder and ran towards the machine gun bunker.

Zaitsev leaned on the gun and continued shooting. He even remembered to fire in short bursts to make the firepower last longer.

Blood poured from his nose and mouth, dripping onto the gun and sliding down the steel.

The drum drum was finally empty, and Zaitsev still pressed the trigger mechanically.

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Nellie came to the machine gun bunker and quickly checked the Maxim machine gun and found that this antique designed decades ago was still working well.

So she opened the pressure plate, took away the empty ammunition belt, kicked open the lid of the ammunition box, took out a new ammunition belt and stuffed it into the gun chamber.

After the loading was completed, Nelly held the ammunition belt in one hand and the handle of the machine gun in the other, and began to fire.

The enemy is right under your nose. There is no need to worry about the ruler or aiming. As long as you spread the firepower, the enemy will fall.

While the enemy was suppressed, naval infantry rushed out of the trenches and threw various anti-tank weapons at the tanks.

At this time, the enemy who had invaded the position was at the end of its strength, and the entire position was full of burning Prosen tanks.

At this moment, a whistling sound came from the sky.

Support artillery fire from the other side arrived.

Katyusha rockets fell one after another in the enemy's attack formation, blowing up the infantry accompanying the tanks.

In just an instant, the enemy's attack front was completely covered by artillery fire.

Finally, Nellie saw the Prosin infantry stand up and run backwards.

At the same time, the surviving enemy tanks also began to reverse.

Nelly continued to shoot, reaping the lives of the retreating enemies.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Nellie's shoulder: "That's enough! Little girl! You should get bandaged and then cross the river with the next ferry!"

Nelly finally released the firing button of the machine gun and looked at the person who persuaded her.

It was a lieutenant commander in the navy, and he scolded: "St. Andrew, you look as old as my daughter. Come across the river, little girl, you have behaved well enough."

Neli shook her head: "No, I have to be here. I represent General Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov and Lyudmila Vasilyevna Rokosovna. Ladies here, I will be with you.”

The Marine Lieutenant Commander hesitated for a moment and finally gave in: "Well, there is no reason to refuse a brave and capable female soldier to represent the general and fight side by side with everyone. But you have to explode. The wound on the eye is prone to suppuration. If not treated in time, the eye may be damaged." It’s gone.”

Only then did Nellie realize that half of her vision was blurred. She raised her hand and touched the sticky blood.

"Go and bandage it," said the major.

Nelly: "Wait a minute, the anti-tank firepower is gone. How can we block the enemy's next attack?"

The major pointed to the Valdaichu River: "The warship is here. Although it is just a river gunboat modified with a tank turret, it is still no problem to hit tanks. New anti-tank artillery units should be transported tonight."

Nellie glanced at the ships on the river before moving away from the machine gun.

Major: "Do you know where the field ambulance is?"

"Yes." Nelly nodded, picked up her Mosin Nagant, and walked along the trench.

The navy lieutenant colonel greeted loudly: "Here are two people who can operate machine guns. It's time to change the position of the machine guns. Move more quickly. The enemy may attack again at any time."

At this time, a roaring sound came from the sky.

"Hidden!" shouted the major.

The enemy's artillery fire fell again, as if venting their dissatisfaction at being repulsed.

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On the evening of October 28, on the east bank of the Valdaichu River.

Captain Alexander Nikolayev directed the soldiers to push his ZIS3 anti-tank gun onto the boat.

On the ferry next to him, countless cannon-equipped boats were lined up, waiting for dark to set off.

The sun was setting near the horizon, and night was coming soon.

Captain Alexander Nikolayev took a deep breath, when his loader nudged his waist with his elbow: "Look!"

Captain Alexander Nikolayev turned around and saw long silver hair dancing in the sunset next to the divine arrow launcher.

"Did I see an angel?" he murmured.

"It is said that she is General Rokossov's wife," the loader whispered.

"Really? The general's wife actually serves as a praying hand in such a dangerous place." Alexander Nikolaev sighed, "It seems that we are going to win this time."

"Of course, the general is the star of victory."