The terrifying gunshots that tore apart the tranquility rang out like raindrops and hail over the entire small village. After hearing the gunshots in my ears that were as loud as drums and bullets, I suddenly realized what I was most worried about.
When it finally happened, Lieutenant Heizenauer immediately pressed the vocalizer on his throat and spoke loudly.
"Shlane! Reinhardt! Answer me, what happened in the village!?"
Heizenauer did not let Heizenauer, who was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, wait too long. Soon, a burst of panicked words mixed with the sound of fierce exchanges of fire and four gunshots came to Heizenauer.
In your ears.
"Lieutenant Heizenauer! We encountered a Soviet ambush and suffered heavy losses! Lieutenant Schlein was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding! Ivan deployed a complete crossfire network and heavy machine guns in the village...
.We...our half-track armored vehicles can't stop their heavy machine gun armor-piercing rounds at all!"
"Damn it! Why can't these disgusting Ivans just surrender!?"
After making a vicious complaint in his heart, he quickly rolled his eyes and thought for a moment. Lieutenant Heizenauer realized that the infantry could not be wiped out no matter what, and he made a decision in an instant.
"Lieutenant Reinhardt, hold on, I will lead the armored troops into the village to support you! No matter what, we must flatten this shabby little village. This is a task that must be completed!"
He was holding the communicator next to his ear while receiving orders from Heizenauer in the Type 251 half-track armored vehicle. He looked at Shi, who was sitting sideways in the carriage with his hand covering his abdominal wound and bleeding and looking in pain.
Ryan, Reinhard, who felt the hail of bullets flying above his head, pursed his lips and finally spoke to Heizenauer on the other end of the communicator.
"Sir, Second Lieutenant Schlane is now seriously injured and bleeding! If he does not receive timely medical assistance, he will die! I beg you, can you please allow us to temporarily retreat and transport all the wounded down? There are many people
Now they are struggling on the line of life and death, waiting for medical assistance!"
"No! Lieutenant Reinhardt! It's easy to get in but hard to get out. Do you think that even if I allow you to retreat temporarily, the Soviets will let you go so easily? Once we withdraw from the village, we won't know those bastards when we attack again.
How will Ivan change the firepower configuration and ambush points? Then we will pay the same or even heavier casualties as now, do you understand!?"
While lightly pursed his dry lips, he looked at Schlaine beside him, who was gradually beginning to breathe more and less, and then looked at the driving position next to him, which had already been swept away by the armor-piercing belt of the Deshka heavy machine gun.
The pilot who had fallen into a hornet's nest realized that he could not persuade this commander who was eager for quick success and fame. Reinhard made some kind of decision in his heart in a daze, and then used the method that was mixed with a little helplessness.
and replied in a forlorn tone.
"Understood, Lieutenant Heizenauer. Please come to support us as soon as possible. I will go to command the battle now!"
After putting down the bloody communicator in his hand, he threw it back to the communication radio in the co-pilot's position. Reinhardt, whose cheek was scratched by a Soviet grenade shrapnel and was bleeding, couldn't care less at the moment.
Of these things, his friend Schlaine, who was sitting sideways in the carriage with his hands covering his wounds and still holding on, was obviously more worthy of his attention.
He stooped and came to Shlane's side and was about to speak. Feeling that his body was getting colder and it was already difficult to breathe, the latter spoke to Reinhard first.
"Reinhardt, tell me, did that guy from Heizenauer abandon us again?"
Looking at his fellow countryman in front of him who was almost the same as he was when he was dying, Reinhard thought for a moment in the silence and realized that he shouldn't act presumptuously as a commander, but he finally spoke in a relatively comforting tone.
"Don't worry, Schlein Heizenauer has promised me that he will bring armored troops and assault guns from outside the village to support me. As long as we wait for a few minutes for them to enter the village, the situation will definitely be reversed! You must
hold onto!"
"Ha, reversal? I knew it would be like this... This guy Heizenauer once abandoned a company of friendly forces in Abbeville, France a year ago. At that time, hundreds of people were killed by Gaul.
The idiot de Gaulle was taken prisoner, but Heizenauer got away with nothing in the end because he had a good father..."
He moved his body with difficulty while covering the wound torn apart by the Soviet DP28 light machine gun on his abdomen. The massive blood loss made the 26-year-old Second Lieutenant Schlain increasingly feel as if his body had fallen into an ice cave.
"Reinhardt, my brother... you have to know that cannon fodder like us who don't have a good father is incomparable to guys like Heizenauer. Don't look at his guy in the General Staff Headquarters.
The dad who posted the poster didn’t seem very happy that his only son joined the SS instead of the Wehrmacht. In fact... what about that dad who doesn’t love his precious son?”
"While we still have a lot of remaining troops, we quickly organize everyone to guard the surrounding wooden houses along both sides of the road. I'm already a dead man, so you don't have to worry about me. What's important is you.
You have to work hard to survive! We once swore allegiance and honor under the portrait of the Führer, and now it is time for us to fulfill our promises!"
Listening to these words that Shlane blurted out with almost his last strength, the few field medics who followed the team unfortunately all died within a short period of time after being ambushed.
, leaving Reinhardt unwilling to do anything but watch his former friend gradually lose his life in the endless bleeding.
"You must hold on, Schlaine! There must be other medics in Heizenauer's team, and you will be saved by then! Don't give up hope!"
The short separation without tears or sentimental words ended with him reaching out and patting his old friend on the shoulder before leaping out of the carriage and leaving.
Looking at Reinhardt's retreating figure holding an MP40 submachine gun as he commanded the battle, his vision became increasingly blurry and dark. Unknowingly, Schlaine had lost all the strength to cover the wound with his hand.
.
In a trance, the melodious and classical metal-like record player seemed to be slowly playing in Lieutenant Schlain's ears again at this moment.
"Once at the majestic barracks gate"
"She and I were both standing by the same skylight."