When the last Panther tank on the battlefield was destroyed along with Shi Polu and others, everyone died together.

Those German soldiers who attacked the position had lost the last bit of fighting courage in their hearts.

You know! In order to capture the position in front of them, which was only more than 200 meters wide due to the terrain, they not only deployed a large number of troops and equipment.

After a saturation bombardment, there were 8 tanks dispatched.

During the battle, the German side temporarily increased its troops twice, bringing the total offensive strength to 500, which was at least twice the superior strength of the defenders on the position.

But even so, in that iron-clad position, the counterattack was still so fierce.

Finally, after the commander in the rear gave the order to retreat, there were still less than a hundred soldiers left, and they retreated in embarrassment...

At this moment, there was not even the slightest movement from the people on the battlefield to pursue them.

They were like mud, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I really can’t do it.

In this battle, which lasted only twenty minutes and definitely less than half an hour, the intensity was simply too high.

Even bloodline warriors like Hu Biao are exhausted due to extreme mental stress, let alone other ordinary people.

But Hu Biao was slumped on the ground, looking at the German soldiers retreating in embarrassment, while taking out a pack of Camel Brands from his pocket with trembling hands.

After lighting it, I just took a sip in my mouth.

In my ears, a crying voice came: "Lao Hu, Hu Biao, come here quickly, Tiedan is dying, and I have something to tell you at last."

At such a sentence, Hu Biao quickly ran towards the place where the sound came from.

At such a time, he discovered that during the previous shelling and fighting, they had dug trenches, and most of the trenches had been filled with sand and splashes.

Because when he ran all the way, he stepped on loose soil, so that when he moved forward, his steps were always deeper and shallower.

After running wildly for a while, Hu Biao ran to his position.

He could see an iron egg lying flat on the ground with a twisted steel pipe stuck in his belly. Every time his chest and abdomen rose and fell, blood foam was spitting out from his mouth.

As for the orthopedic surgeon, Original Sin, and Delo who was lying on the side, everyone was at a loss.

Because this twisted steel pipe is inserted too deep into the stomach; it is impossible to pull it out under the current environment. If you pull out the iron egg, you will probably die immediately. If you don't pull it out, you will probably die soon.

So Hu Biao was called here just to hear his last words.

"Brother, if you have anything to say, I, Lao Hu, will definitely help you if I can."

After lowering his head, Hu Biao put his mouth to Tiedan's ear and solemnly asked such a sentence.

"Mission, mission~" At this moment, Tiedan could no longer utter a complete sentence, and could only reluctantly repeat these two words.

And when he forcibly said these two words, blood foam with body temperature kept splashing on Hu Biao's face.

But with the word "task", Hu Biao was actually able to understand what Tiedan wanted to say.

Therefore, he promised Tiedan with an extremely certain tone:

"Don't worry, brother, we will definitely complete the mission; Uncle Sam's Plane 35, Uncle Sam will definitely fall into the water; their big black fish will definitely continue to hit the mountain."

With such a promise, Tiedan slowly closed his eyes.

The face that was originally distorted by pain gradually relaxed; with a smile on his face, he died.

But after hearing the news, the Central Continent team members who rushed over felt heavy pressure in their hearts.

For a moment, the atmosphere couldn't help but become heavy...

About 10 minutes after the battle ended, two British Hurricane fighter jets finally appeared.

Facing the end of the battle, the two Hurricane fighter jets, under the strong request of Hu Biao on the ground position, pounced on a German artillery position in the southwest.

The main reason is that there are no less than eight 150 mm caliber heavy artillery there. Frankly speaking, it puts too much pressure on the position.

If it hadn't been for their prior artillery fire, which destroyed a considerable part of the defenses on the position, so many people would never have died in the last battle.

The main weapons equipped by these two aircraft are Hurricane aircraft with four 20mm cannons, and they also carry two 113kg bombs.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others still have considerable expectations for their actions.

It's a pity that the German anti-aircraft firepower is too strong.

The two Hurricane fighter jets circled and strafed in the sky above the artillery position. After dropping their bombs, they achieved no actual results at all and could only fly away.

Even the left wing of one of the Hurricane fighter jets was damaged by ground fire during the battle. It left with a trail of black smoke, and it was not known whether it could fly back successfully.

Faced with such a bad result, Mad Dog scolded him for a long time.

The content is simply that if he were to fly the plane, he would definitely be able to teach these German thugs a heavy lesson.

After the two Hurricane fighter jets left in embarrassment, a messenger from the German side appeared in front of the position and requested a two-hour truce.

During this period of time, they could treat their own wounded and take away the bodies of their own dead.

Of course, they know the rules: keep weapons, ammunition and food.

Faced with such a request, Hu Biao also decisively agreed to the other party's request.

During these precious two hours, Hu Biao and the others not only urgently strengthened the fortifications, but also held a funeral for the personnel who died in the battle.

Specifically, all those who died in the battle were cremated first using firewood and gasoline.

The ashes are collected and brought back after the war.

At this moment, the mutilated corpses of the war dead were wrapped in raging fire.

A British paratrooper blew the Scottish bagpipe he carried; a sad flute sound spread far, far away with the sound of the bagpipe...

Xu was in this fierce battle at noon, which exhausted all the energy of both sides.

For the entire afternoon that followed, the German side did not launch any attack.

During such a precious period of time, Hu Biao and other defenders were like wounded beasts, silently licking their wounds.

I suppressed my nausea and ate something, took a rest and repaired the fortifications, treated the wounded, etc.

They even asked for another hundred paratroopers from the British army at the south end of the bridge, bringing the number of troops on the position to 230, including the lightly wounded.

This calm situation lasted until half past six in the evening.

Just when Hu Biao thought that today's German attack was over, suddenly the familiar sound of cannonballs piercing the sky sounded in their ears again.

"Everyone immediately enter the bombproof cave and take cover~"

After throwing away the cigarette butt in his mouth, Hu Biao's voice roared wildly on the battlefield again.

******

Time: September 19th, around 8 o'clock in the evening; tonight is another dark night without any moonlight or starlight, and you can't see your fingers.

Only when the Germans accidentally fired a flare into the sky.

That kind of pale and dazzling light illuminated such a dark night for a short while.

Location: The southern end of the Arnhem Bridge formation, on an already dilapidated position.

However, during such a rare truce, Hu Biao did not seize the time and quickly strengthened his position to resist the fierce attack of the German sticks who did not know when.

Instead, he is doing something more important, related to whether he can hold his position tomorrow:

Spend some time to hold an emergency meeting and study countermeasures, otherwise if the current situation continues to develop, the position will be in danger tomorrow.

So what! The attack launched by the German army in the evening was repelled by Hu Biao and the others without any surprise, but the casualty statistics after the war clearly made Hu Biao and the others realize something.

If we don't get rid of those 150mm heavy artillery in the artillery position southwest of Germany.

They will never survive the daytime tomorrow.

There was no way! Those emergency-reinforced artillery holes on the position were indeed carefully constructed, but they couldn't stand up to these Germans, who had to bombard them back and forth regardless of the loss of artillery shells.

At the beginning, for those bomb-proof caves that were collapsed by bombing.

Hu Biao and others dug it out as soon as possible, hoping that these people could be saved and would not be suffocated to death.

However, after digging several bomb-proof holes in succession, Hu Biao and the others discovered that as long as the bomb-proof holes were collapsed by such 150mm heavy artillery, the people inside could not be saved even if they were dug out.

Even if they look fine on the surface, their internal organs have been severely damaged and there is no way they can be saved.

So now, Hu Biao and the others have even skipped the excavation work, and let the bomb-proof cave that collapsed became the tomb of those people.

In short, in repelling the new German attack, Hu Biao and the others killed and injured about 20 people, but they lost more than 40 people in the shelling.

All in all, the number of defenders on the position suddenly dropped to 160.

And Hu Biao also knew that the troops under Major John's control were almost used to their limit, and it was estimated that not many reinforcements could be squeezed out anymore.

So tonight, we must kill those German sticks.

Otherwise, tomorrow the German troops will be able to completely flatten such a small position of more than 200 meters with just heavy artillery bombardment.

But how to get rid of it needs to be discussed carefully...

Distraught, Hu Biao entered the chimney mode again. Smoke continued to rise from his nostrils one after another. The Camel cigarettes he was wearing had long since burned out, and now he was lighting a German stick with a horse.

Shit-flavored cigarettes.
To be continued...