The ruins were trembling slightly under the tank tracks. Zhao Yingshi, who was among the rubble, saw the white figures next to the assault gun rushing towards him. He picked up the STG44 and pulled the trigger.
But the gun did not fire, and the magazine was empty.
"Who has a magazine, who has a magazine..."
Because the bullets had been emptied in the previous counterattack, Zhao Yingshi could only take out a pistol from his waist, shoot with the pistol, and call for his comrades.
"Da Da Da..."
A comrade next to him held an assault rifle on his waist and fired at the group of people on the street. At the same time, with the sparse and dull sound of rifles, the German army began to fight back, and with the roar of the assault gun, the positions of the comrades were blown up to the sky.
"Damn it..."
Seeing a comrade on the left lying in a pool of blood, Zhao Yingshi cursed, then crouched and ran over, and finally pounced on his comrade's side, took out two magazines from his tactical vest magazine bag, and just after loading the magazines, he picked up the assault rifle and fired a burst of shots.
A loud "bang" sound came from behind.
Zhao Yingshi looked back. A broken wall had turned into rubble in the explosion. Several comrades over there were either lying in a pool of blood or buried in the ruins.
"Retreat, you retreat first, I'll cover you!"
The soldier lying in the pool of blood looked at his comrades who were unwilling to evacuate and roared loudly. He even pointed his gun at the comrade next to him. At the same time, he did not forget to take out the magazine, take off his tactical vest and throw it to the comrade closest to him, because the tactical vest can save his life. It can indeed block bullets.
Then the comrades in the pool of blood held assault rifles and continued to fight. Soon, the rapid gunfire disappeared.
"Ah...!"
The roar and grenade explosions from behind made Zhao Yingshi and his comrades scream like dying beasts. Tears blurred their vision. They didn't know if they could return to Hengshan from here, but at this moment, their tears flowed down because they knew. Their comrades sacrificed for them.
On the battlefield, they were all willing to sacrifice for each other.
With tears in his eyes, Zhao Yingshi just numbly dragged his injured leg and staggered forward.
Just then a shell exploded not far from him. The huge air wave knocked him over and knocked him unconscious. I don't know how long it took for the rumbling of the artillery to wake him up again. The German artillery was still roaring.
I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yingshi shook his dizzy head. Just about to get up from the snow on the side of the road. Looking around. The comrades have left. He touched his neck and found only one of the two nameplates. Apparently, his comrades had mistaken him for dead.
Soon, he ran towards the defense line guarded by his own side. Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, he was already dead, but he had to fight for his brothers, for those brothers who were alive and dead.
Behind him, the Germans who occupied the town were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds there. The corpses on the ground and the burning assault guns and tanks inside and outside the town reminded people of how heavy a price they paid.
"One charge..."
Looking at the loss report in his hand, Bayerlein couldn't help complaining.
"One charge, we charged for four days..."
As a result, after four days of charging, there was almost no progress, and the city was still firmly in the hands of the enemy.
What's more terrible is that the losses they suffered here have almost reached the acceptable limit. If they continue to lose like this, his troops are likely to lose their assault capabilities. After all, the 901 battle group has lost thousands of troops and more than 20 tanks.
After such heavy losses, all they got were just a few inconspicuous villages.
"Damn it, how come those Chinese are more tenacious than the Russians when they fight."
Bayerlein, who had fought against the Russians on the Eastern Front, finally understood why the Japanese had fought in China for seven or eight years and had not defeated the Chinese. There was no way, those Chinese were too tenacious. Not only that, they were simply a group of fearless warriors on the battlefield.
Just a few days of fighting allowed Bayerlein to understand these soldiers from China to a certain extent.
All officers desire to have such soldiers, and fighting against such an army is definitely a nightmare for all soldiers.
But even with this understanding, Bayer Rhein had no other choice. He could only order his troops to attack again and again. After all, this city was the only way for them to enter Belgium. Even though the main force had bypassed it, it was not a problem for them to be stuck here.