The first stop is the decisive battle. Nahm intends to take advantage of the enemy's unstable foothold and weak troops to rush into the enemy's formation. If Nahm is really allowed to implement this tactic, the entire "Storm Commando" army will have to be wiped out.

Nahm's ideas and tactical arrangements are indeed good, but Otto and the others relied on oil wells for defense. Behind the oil wells was a steel oil well frame. Could it be that the cavalry rushed in and hit the steel frame, so Nahm's strategy was of no use to the "Storm Troopers".

, it can be said that Nahm's offensive strategy is not consistent with the actual situation at all. If the "Storm Troopers" deploy defenses in a wide area, then Nahm's tactics will be successful.

It was getting closer, getting closer. Under the dim moonlight, Nahm could already see the cold light of the bayonet on the gun. What made Nahm extremely strange was that the helmets of these Germans did not reflect light at all under the moonlight. This made Nahm very strange.

Doubts suddenly arose in his heart. Nahm had dealt with the Germans before, and Nahm personally wore their German-style helmets. German-style helmets must be reflective. Although Nahm was full of doubts, he still

Still did not order his troops to stop.

Under the moonlight, thousands of cavalrymen held lances in their hands and long sabers on their waists. They lined up in a queue three to four hundred meters wide and rushed towards the easternmost oil well of the "Storm Commando" because attacking this oil well would not be blocked.

The defensive forces of other oil wells were attacking. The location of this oil well was very prominent, and the distance from other oil wells was more than 1,500 meters. Nam's choice of attack point was still very correct.

Nam, who was riding on his war horse, had an arrow on the string and had to fire.

"Brothers, for Poland, for the hometown that gave birth to me and raised me. Drive the Germans out of Poland. Kill..."

"Kill...ah!!!"

The Polish troops shouted. Their horses galloped, like raging waves, against the rocks on the shore. Their overwhelming posture seemed to sweep away the German troops in front of them like fallen leaves.

Namu's blood was also boiling, and he pulled out the bright saber from his waist. Under the pale moonlight, the bright saber emitted a breathtaking cold light. Namu's whole body was pressed against the horse's back, and he held the horse's wrist tightly with one hand.

The reins, as if the white war horse understood its owner's passionate fighting will, let go of its hooves even more, charging with lightning speed, and Nam felt an inexplicable pleasure.

This is the feeling that soldiers like. This is why Nahm uses a knife instead of a gun. He prefers to chop off the enemy's head with a knife, and then watch the enemy's body fall down with blood spurting out.

"Ta da...bump...boom...ahhh!!...hiss"

The Germans in front began to shoot. The bullets fired from the imitation Type 56 submachine guns and light machine guns drew countless "fire whips" of death in the air. As long as they were hit by the "fire whips", they would either die or be injured. If they fell off the horse, they would probably die.

He was trampled to death by other war horses on his side.

Nam felt that the firepower of the Germans was so fierce that every one of them was firing like a machine gun. The continuous barrage was like a violent storm, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of the brothers who were hit by the Germans.

The screams all tore Namu's heart. Whether it was a war horse or a brother, everything was trained by Namu's painstaking efforts. In just over ten seconds, their lives were like those in the autumn wind.

Like fallen leaves, they passed away suddenly.

Nahm, whose heart was bleeding, clamped his legs together, and the spurs on his riding boots stung the horse under his crotch. He galloped even faster, like lightning flashing across the dark night.

The German army in the distance began to use mortars to support the German army here. Countless mortar shells were like big raindrops, and they fell down. The screams of death would take away their own lives in an instant. Several subordinates.

Nahm didn't know what the sacrifices on his side were, but he felt that his forwards couldn't rush forward two to three hundred meters in front of the German army. It seemed that they were within the range of 400 to 200 meters away from Germany. It is a vortex of death. No matter how many people fill it, it will have no effect.

Nahm certainly didn't know that the range of Germany's imitation Type 56 submachine gun was 400 meters. As long as war horses or people entered within this distance, there would be absolutely no survivors. At the same time, this range would have the most mortar shells falling. In this case Next, it would be difficult for the Polish army to break through Benson's defense line.

At this time, Nahm had rushed to about 800 meters away from the German position. Nahm, who was known for his flexible command, quickly shouted:

"The troops are divided into three groups, the troops are divided into three groups..."

"Click...bump...boom...tick-tock..."

"The troops are divided into three groups, the troops are divided into three groups..."

Of course, the soldiers around Namu could hear Namu's orders, but there was absolutely no way to hear them from a distance, so they also shouted. This was the ancient way of delivering orders to the cavalry. Such a roaring battlefield also The only way to convey information is by everyone shouting in unison.

Nahm's cavalry regiment showed the effect of their hard work at this time. Almost instantly, the troops behind divided into three groups and charged towards Benson's oil well.

"Kill... da da bump bump... boom boom... dong dong..."

The sounds of killing, submachine guns, machine guns, lances, explosions, and horse hooves intertwined into a bloody battlefield under the pale moonlight. It can be said that Nahm's cavalry regiment was lost in just a few minutes. A quarter of the troops, but this did not make the already completely fanatical Polish troops in Nahm retreat. Instead, they rushed forward even more fearlessly.

At this time, Nahm had already rushed to the front, and all the people in front of him were dead. Nahm could clearly see the German's head emerging from the manhole, and the muzzle of the gun that spewed flames. These hateful Germans were shooting their comrades wantonly, which Nahm couldn't stand.

"Kill... for Poland... ah!!!"

As soon as Namu shouted a word, he was hit by a bullet in the right chest. The huge force took Namu away from the horse and flew backwards. Namu's white horse was very conspicuous. Others held guns, but he held a knife. It was even more "storm" "Commando"'s key targets.

Nahm, who was hit, was still 300 meters away from Benson's defense line. Although Nahm was hit, his men did not stop charging, but just avoided the route a little to avoid trampling on them. commander.

Benson's defense line began to be in crisis. The Polish cavalry regiment of more than 2,000 people rushed forward. Speaking of which, the Polish cavalry also had lances, and the "Storm Commandos" were elite, and their heads could not withstand bullets, so Benson Mori's casualties also reached one-third.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters.

Kill one, and two Polish troops will come from above. Kill one pair, and two pairs of Polish troops will come from above.

One hundred meters.

Suddenly gunshots rang out from the flank of the Polish army, and the bullets on this side were even denser. The bullets were so densely packed that they were tilted towards the side of the Polish cavalry like a violent storm.

"Ta-da...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

It was the sound of Otto's gunfire, the screams of the Polish troops who were hit, and the screams of war horses.

After Namu was knocked off his horse, he flew backwards and fell to the ground with a "bump", "Ah!!!", the pain was like gouging out the heart, and a strong man like Namu still screamed in pain.

Nahm's right chest was hit by a submachine gun bullet, leaving a small eye in the front and a large hole in the back. Blood gushed out like spring water.

Life was rapidly passing from Namu's body, and the bone-chilling cold hit Namu mercilessly as he lay on the ground. Namu tried to wrap his clothes tightly with trembling hands, but he still felt the cold that penetrated his heart and lungs.

Nahm's body began to tremble involuntarily.

In order to relieve his coldness, Nahm subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes stained with blood from his pocket. His hands were shaking badly, and it took a lot of effort to take out another box of matches.

"Chichi..."

Namu felt that his hand was starting to lose control. He used all his strength to strike several times but failed to light the match. But Namu did not intend to give up. He was a relatively determined person and the coldness of his body required it.

He took a drag on his cigarette to defend himself.

"Chichi...chichi"

Nam's trembling hand finally struck a match, and he shivered and trembled as he lit the cigarette with his own blood in his mouth.

Nahm quickly took a deep breath and said, "Ahem..." Instead, he was greeted by a weak cough, and blood with bubbles continued to pour out of his violently cracked and heaving chest.

"call……"

A puff of smoke erupted from Namu's mouth, spreading in the air and gradually enlarging. The smoke was like a dream under the moonlight. Namu suddenly saw his mother from the smoke, and he was preparing a sumptuous dinner.

There are exquisite foods on the table. The elderly mother's face is full of wrinkles and her back is slightly bent, but this does not affect her kindness. While she is preparing the food, she is still nagging, "Nah."

Mmm!!! Mom made you your favorite roast chicken."

Namu felt like he was standing on the roof, looking at the things on the table and his kind mother. Namu couldn't help but shed tears. Namu wanted to call his mother loudly, but Namu couldn't help but feel that he was standing on the roof.

No matter how much she shouted, her mother still didn't respond at all, which made Naam feel extremely painful.

Suddenly, the mother in front of him disappeared, disappearing into the dreamlike smoke, and the smoke in front of Namu also drifted away with the wind. A chill invaded the depths of Namu's bones, and he couldn't help it.

After a spasm, Nam quickly used his trembling hands to hit the cigarette to his mouth, and then took a deep breath, "Cough... Huh...".

The smoke that Namu sprayed filled the air and rolled, and the pale and desolate moonlight shone on the smoke in front of Namu, reflecting a dreamlike light.

Nam saw his beautiful and virtuous wife washing clothes by the river. Her fair hands were a little red from the cold. Nam felt like she was standing on the top of a tree, looking at his hardworking and virtuous wife from a distance. His wife's beautiful face

There was a hopeful smile on her face. She must be longing for Namu to return to him as soon as possible. Namu tried hard to call his beloved wife's name, but Namu's wife didn't seem to hear his shout. Namu began to

He shouted his wife's name heartbreakingly, but there was still no response, which made Nahm extremely sad.

Suddenly Namu's beautiful wife disappeared in the wind, just like a stone was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!