Iron Cross Fire

The gunfire nearby gradually weakened, until there were occasional sporadic sounds of fighting, Vasala dared to lead his men into the stronghold.

"It's you! Mr. Fangovi, thank you so much for your help."

When Vidno saw him coming out of the shadows, he shouted, then ran over excitedly and held his hands tightly to show his sincerity.

Fighting side by side with the enemy's people on the enemy's territory, and it seemed that the relationship was not bad, Vasala didn't know what to say, just smiled awkwardly.

Fortunately, Vidno was very tactful, and when he saw that he was a little embarrassed, he let go of his hand, and both of them stepped back a few steps before saluting.

After tidying up his clothes, Vidno made another invitation:

"We will rest for two minutes, and then we will meet Lieutenant Yevgeny. Are you willing?"

Vasala nodded silently, found a place to sit down, and his men followed suit, lying on the ground or sitting with their backs against the wall.

Widno laughed out loud. These Austrians were so well-trained when they rested, and they closed their eyes without saying a word. On the other hand, his soldiers were entertaining themselves during the rest time. The gap was immediately opened.

Two minutes passed quickly. Widno blew a whistle, and the revolutionary troops quickly assembled and stood in front of Widno in neat rows, looking energetic.

Vasala also understood the meaning of the whistle and stood up slowly. His men were as lazy as him, and reluctantly crawled into the queue like zombies, seemingly dissatisfied with the short rest.

But it was none of Widno's business. Anyway, they were not his soldiers, and those old-timers could do whatever they wanted.

However, he still waited politely for a while, and when Vasala's soldiers recovered, he led the army to set off.

Vasala carefully counted on the way. There were about 80 people in this revolutionary army, and there were 200 to 600 people in the previous plan. Excluding a rough number of casualties, there should be at least 100 people on Yevgeny's side.

Hiding his conjecture in his heart, Vasala followed the troops closely.

The gunfire suddenly became dense, and Widno ordered the whole army to be on alert. However, the revolutionary troops were not well trained and failed at the critical moment.

They were shattered by the bullets whizzing past their ears. Many people fell directly to the ground and buried their heads deeply in the soil. They would rather continue to be in a passive situation than pick up the guns beside them to fight back.

More people squatted or stood in place, not knowing what to do on the battlefield full of gunfire. If the enemy had not discovered them at all, they might have become a pile of corpses in the next second.

Although their firm beliefs and lofty ideals did not allow them to retreat, it was still quite unfavorable to form such a situation.

Only Vasala's troops had been on the battlefield for a long time and could remain calm in this situation. So as Germanic people, they carried the sustenance of the Slavs and rushed forward to kill another group of Slavs.

They did these things a lot, and it was easy to take the position. The six people went in and out of the Tsarist Russian position, and when they retreated, they would kill a surprise attack from time to time. This repeated process soon consumed almost all the Russians inside.

Vidno, who was behind, was ecstatic when he saw it, and he held his breath and blew it into his whistle.

In the ruthless and cold battlefield full of bullets, the sharp and loud whistle seemed extremely special in the open land, like the death god demanding his life, and there was no hindrance.

The revolutionary army, which was originally stunned and unresponsive, had no choice after hearing the whistle, and had to rush up to die! This is for the great cause of Marxism!

"Long live! Ah~!"

Before the whistle died down, a more shocking roar came! This was a roar from dozens of people who were not afraid of death, a roar of dissatisfaction with the current situation in Russia!

Their eyes were full of ruthlessness, which was a madness very different from the decadent Tsarist Russian army.

Simply insert a bayonet in front of the barrel, and then rush up the hillside without hesitation.

Even Vasala couldn't believe that the Slavs who feared death could have such a big change. A trace of admiration gradually appeared in his astonished eyes.

When the Tsarist Russian army heard the extremely creepy roar behind them, they wanted to retreat without observation, but they took a step back and the people in front of them took a step forward.

Vidno realized that Yevgeny was in front of him, and immediately ordered the soldiers to charge more frantically.

The Tsarist Russian army was attacked from both sides. In a hurry, they pulled out a machine gun from the front and set it up on the back to suppress the attack of Vidno's troops.

Vasala, who had just touched the position, saw a machine gun suddenly coming, and without any nonsense, he swept a round of ammunition and killed the people around the machine gun.

While changing the bullets, he also called on the revolutionary troops behind him to rush in through the gap.

A revolutionary member not far from him gave him a grateful look, then roared and rushed into the position with his bayonet raised high.

Vasala was frightened by the sudden and terrifying charge, and quickly stood up to observe.

The soldier successfully stabbed a man to death, but before he could pull out the bayonet, a Tsarist soldier nearby chopped at him with a knife.

Vasala was about to shoot, but after pulling the trigger, he realized that he had no ammunition. While regretting, he ordered his men to shoot quickly.

But his five men had already used up their ammunition, and they couldn't even get a bullet out of their six submachine guns, so they could only watch the soldier being hacked to death.

The soldier's right arm was chopped off, and his whole body lost balance and fell to the ground. The anger of the Tsarist Russian soldier seemed to have not disappeared, and he raised the strange-looking machete in his hand again.

Just as he was about to chop it down, a pain from his back made the knife slip from his hand. He looked down unwillingly and saw a bloody bayonet fixed on his chest.

This was when the reinforcements of the revolutionary army arrived. More and more people rushed in and fought the enemy at close range with bayonets.

The unity of the revolutionary army moved Vasarai. He stood up and raised his saber high, and the five Austrians behind him also took out their machetes.

But he couldn't utter a word no matter what when he opened his mouth - several familiar voices came from a distance.

This is... their rocket launcher!

Vasarai tried his best, and his cracked lips made a deafening sound:

"Get down!"

However, he spoke in German, and only the five people around him quickly dispersed and lay down in the pit. The rest of the Slavs who were still fighting didn't feel anything about it, and the battle continued.

To them, it was just the sound of ordinary artillery fire.

Vasara looked at the red flames that hit him, his heart filled with despair.

Suddenly, hundreds of rocket shells touched the ground, and the huge flames generated with the impact point as the center instantly engulfed the entire Tsaritsyn.

The soldiers who were fighting hand-to-hand instantly turned into a pile of minced meat, the shouts on the battlefield at this moment were like the cry of a baby, and those revolutionary troops with firm beliefs were also annihilated in an instant.

More shells followed closely, and the city was saturated for half an hour.

Countless buildings collapsed, broken tiles and rusty steel filled Tsaritsyn, the most important urban area in southern Russia has been razed to the ground.

There were roars from the port, that was a group of Austrians landing on the Volga River.

"Fangovi, I saved you, is this how you repay us!"

Vasara's remaining consciousness could still feel a person barely standing up, and after that person said that sentence, a series of gunshots filled his ears again.

Vasala tried to stand up with his hands, but his body was weak and he soon fell down again, falling into a coma with the sound of falling into the water.

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