The 19th Section Chief fights on the front line

  Li De looked at Rania, and Rania scolded the Kalmyk: "The leader asked you to report on your combat experience. Who told you to mention that hospital business?"

  "Is this your heroic deed? Isn't it good enough to tell the Khan?" The words of Kalmuk people have a hidden meaning.

  Li De walked with his hands behind his back: "A government that disguises itself as an enemy and takes action against its own people, no matter what the purpose is, is bloody."

  In a clatter of metallic sounds, Imperial General Bittrich said with hatred: "What makes me even angrier is that they are disguised as SS troops."

  Bao Man glanced at Yuan Shou and fell into deep thought: "Hey, I wonder why all these bad guys like to disguise themselves as SS?"

  "Yes, why wouldn't they wear the military uniform of the national defense army"

  "Shimontov had just taken over, the Imperial Army commander, Bitrich, glared at him and snorted: 'Don't put garlic in a pig's nose - pretending to be an elephant. Just because you've been a deputy officer for a few days, you're already looking down on the SS with disdain. Do you really think you're the Führer's deputy? In the end, aren't you just a errand boy? You're really a date pit trying to pass itself off as a wooden board - taking yourself too seriously.'"

  Everyone burst out laughing - except for the three deputy officers. Schmunt's face turned red and white, standing or sitting was not possible, Renya really couldn't bear it, gave him a ladder to step down - falsely claiming that there was a phone call, letting him leave.

  Unconsciously night falls, looking at Rania's tired face, Li De's heart is filled with longing, insisting on returning to the 45th Division headquarters.

  The Reich Chancellor sincerely invited him, but Li De declined on the grounds that he had not brought toiletries. In order not to embarrass the host family, he proactively suggested letting Bao Man go instead. Bao Man, who had always followed the leader, rarely got to be the "king of the monkeys" and gladly agreed.

  Li De lay in bed, he had long been accustomed to Bowman's thunderous snoring, but the quiet next door was not used to it, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

  The door opened quietly, and from the silhouette, it should be Miss Adelheid. She closed the door, also quietly undressed and got into bed, slipping under the covers.

  Li Dehui remembered Rania, but she had already reached the bedside. Never mind, after a busy day, enjoying the vibrating service was also good.

  An hour later, the two lay apart in bed, drenched with sweat. Miss Alithea thanked him.

  "Thank me?" The emperor was perplexed.

  "It's because you didn't ask me why Rania didn't come," Miss Adelheid explained.

  Li De passionately kissed her and once again wrapped his arms around her slender body.

  Miss Adelheid murmured under him: "Now she has a new love - don't worry, it's not a man, she's enjoying Lyda, you know?"

  The girl in front of him, although plain-looking with a few freckles on her face, was always so considerate and thoughtful, pouring tea and asking about his well-being. If Ai Wa was the quasi-wife, Rania was a magnificent outer garment, then Adelaida Miss was a warm and intimate little vest.

  The head of state compared the women around him, savored for a while, and hugged his little vest into sleep.

  ……

  At 4:40 on the second morning, before the expected Soviet attack, the German artillery preparation fire began. The cannonade suddenly broke the silence. A few minutes later, the Soviet suppressive artillery fire lit up the eastern sky, instantly making the German artillery fire look ridiculous. The Soviet army concentrated 200 medium- and long-range artillery pieces on the 45th division's ten-kilometer front line, followed by the Soviet attacking troops, which were disrupted but not destroyed by the German artillery fire, rushing towards the Upa River.

  For many days, the German rear guard troops covering the retreat had been retreating step by step like holding a wolf's ears with both hands. However, now a pack of wolves suddenly appeared in front of the 478th Regiment, and the reconnaissance company that was covering them was instantly swallowed up, eaten to the bone. By 9 o'clock in the morning, the Soviet vanguard arrived at the Upa River.

  The Soviet offensive was so swift that Lee Teuk rushed to the regimental headquarters south of Cherepeti, where a gun sight was set up in an underground bunker, and the position of the 2nd company could be seen clearly several kilometers away.

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  The Soviet army poured shells into the second company's bunker, and the position was once shrouded in thick smoke. When the smoke cleared, Soviet tanks had already appeared on the opposite bank. The 76.2mm direct-fire cannonballs shot at the ice-covered slope, each time blasting off a few blocks of ice and sending up a plume of water vapor.

  Commander Buran stood with his hands behind him, turning around in a circle. Chief of Staff Kizelov sat on the table, opening his shirt and shaking the phone: "Second Company, you are facing a battalion of the First Heavy Tank Brigade, be aware of enemy tanks."

  The chief of staff suggested to the regimental commander that the two 88mm anti-aircraft guns directly under the regiment should be prepared, they were hidden in a bunker like a frog's mouth, with dry grass piled up in front. The regimental commander waved his hand to stop him, he didn't want to use this treasure of the regiment unless absolutely necessary.

  However, the battle situation changed too quickly to be grasped. The Soviet cavalry appeared, holding high their sabers and galloping forward like a turbulent wave crashing against the icy cliff, only to retreat like the tide after a brief clash, leaving behind a layer of human and horse corpses on the frozen river surface.

  Li De's eyes were dry as he commented, "This is simply suicidal." What made him indignant was that the two regimental officers ignored him, Commander Bulang inspecting the cavalry numbers, and Kizaru making an endless phone call to him.

  "No need to look it up, the enemy in front of us is the First Guards Cavalry Army." Li De said with some disdain.

  "I knew that," said Bulang impatiently, suddenly realizing the other's identity, apologetically raising his head to smile, and then seriously saying, "The enemy's heavy tanks are coming."

  To verify his conjecture, Brawley crawled underground, with his buttocks raised, and carefully placed the cup upside down on the ground to listen. Li De passed by, with his ear close to the bottom of the cup, and indeed heard a faint metallic collision sound, to be precise, the sound of tank tracks.

  Bulang muttered to himself: "I'm only worried about Erlian Lian Haoluo, he's from a military background and hasn't experienced intense battles yet."

  Li De was about to arrive at the second line of defense, and this time no one blocked him. On the contrary, the deputy officers were like fierce roosters, eager to try.

  Harold welcomed Hitler and his entourage with great enthusiasm, in stark contrast to the chilly reception by the two brigadier generals.

  Careful Harold had set up a periscope in the bunker for senior officers to observe, which was now Lid's combat post. In the periscope, on the opposite bank, the Soviet army was setting up two heavy guns, more field guns and 120mm mortars were rushing over, and Lid could even see the whiskers of the gunners.

  Harold brought the Fuehrer a steaming cup of coffee, Hitler stirred it with an elegant spoon, just as he was about to take a sip, there was a deafening crash, a shell exploded right above his head, and mud came pouring down, splashing into the cup, and scalding coffee spattered into his eye sockets.

  Smoke and fog shrouded the periscope, and the Soviet troops on the opposite bank appeared and disappeared. He put down the periscope, opened the emergency observation window, and a thick smoke rushed in. The enemy's tanks, self-propelled guns, and artillery were densely arranged on the opposite bank, with their muzzles aimed at the second company's bunker, spewing out flames. A flat-firing 105mm shell exploded very close to the observation window, and the smoke poured into the window, making Li De cough repeatedly.

  Harold ordered a counterattack, but it was too late for Li De to stop. The machine gunner hesitated before opening the firing port and sweeping the opposite bank with an MG 34 general-purpose machine gun. Before he had finished one magazine of bullets, a shell exploded in the firing port, sending the machine gunner flying like a leaf blown by a strong wind, pinning him and his gun to the wall behind, where he fell to the ground a few seconds later, reduced to a heap of flesh.

  "Close all the shooting holes, quickly!" Harold waved his pistol and shouted in a flustered tone. Thick smoke drifted into the bunker through the gaps of the shooting holes, accompanied by the sound of ice blocks falling outside with a crisp crash amidst the cannon fire.

  The cannon fire outside grew more intense, Harold paced back and forth in the bunker like a bear in a cage, panting heavily as he repeated one phrase over and over: "Don't panic, hold on; don't panic, hold on"

  It's better to say that it's a discouragement rather than an encouragement, because his voice was trembling so badly that it could only arouse people's desire to escape.

  Lee Teuk shouted loudly: "Stop dawdling, it's making people dizzy." After all, it was the first time experiencing such an intense battle, and Harold, who came from a background of engineering troops, naturally felt a bit timid. The artillery fire extended to the rear, and the observer shouted that the enemy had charged. Harold ordered preparations for battle again, but was stopped by the commander-in-chief.

  Li De calmly told everyone: "The enemy may shell again, let's wait a little longer."

  As expected, the Soviet artillery fire came back again, this time with long-range howitzer shells, one by one pounding on top of the bunker, the soil on top of the bunker kept falling down, along with Harold's dwindling authority.

  The cannon fire was more fierce than ever before, the mud fell like rain, the dust flew in the air inside the bunker, the smoke filled the air, and the soldiers crouched at their posts with dusty faces, like the clay statues in an abandoned Chinese temple.

  "Get ready to fight." Li De personally picked up a Czech machine gun and stood up vigorously, the mud figures immediately came back to life, clinking and clattering as they adjusted their firearms and extended the machine guns out of the shooting holes. The shooting holes were opened just in time, as the enemy had already charged onto the ice and reached the middle of the river.

  Two German machine guns and a Maxim gun formed a dense network of fire, the Soviet troops rushing forward fell down like wheat in harvest, those who saw the situation was not good, quickly lay down on the ice, using the bodies of their companions as cover, pushing the bodies forward.

  The Soviet machine gun provided cover, pouring a hail of bullets around the German bunker's shooting holes. The Maxim gun was hit: its thick cylindrical barrel was riddled with holes, dripping with water; the young and handsome face of the machine gunner was shot into a sieve, spouting blood.

  Just as they were in a state of tension, one general-purpose machine gun jammed, and the other held on for a while before needing to change barrels. The Soviet troops took advantage of this opportunity to jump up from behind the corpses and rush to the bunker at a speed of 100 meters per second.

  Li De took up the Czech light machine gun and fired three, two rounds of short bursts, while others used submachine guns and rifles to shoot outwards, putting hand grenades into the shooting holes. His deputies were not idle either: The naval deputy loaded bullets into the magazine, the air force deputy picked up a camera and took an unforgettable shot of the leader personally operating the machine gun, and the army deputy waited for Bello to finish taking pictures before snatching the machine gun from the leader's hands.

  However, the brave and fearless Red Army soldiers continued to advance, trampling over the bodies of their comrades, advancing in waves, bravely charging forward. The Czech-style magazine only held twenty rounds, requiring constant reloading, the submachine gun had a short range and small firepower, some Soviet troops charged across the firing line, rushing to the bottom of the bunker.

  Army Deputy Officer Schmiedt shouted while fighting: "Second Lieutenant, hand grenade."

  Harold called up a dozen soldiers, each carrying two boxes of hand grenades, and rushed to the exit behind the bunker. They crawled up the reverse slope of the bunker. With a single command, the hand grenades flew over the top of the bunker, drawing an arc, and fell like rain on the heads of the Soviet troops below. Poor soldiers, who had managed to charge through the hail of bullets and reach the bottom of the bunker, were struggling in the piles of ice blocks falling from the bunker above, when hundreds of hand grenades came down from the sky, either flattening their heads with shrapnel or burying them under the ice.

  The battle is over, Harrold became the busiest person, he quickly sorted out a battle report and reported to Li De: "Report to the leader, under your personal command, the enemy army in front has been repelled, the second company has 9 deaths, 4 serious injuries, 26 minor injuries, no missing... Preliminary statistics, about 150 enemy soldiers were killed..."