The German troops who besieged the hospital had taken over the second and third floors one after another, and the remaining commanders and fighters of the first battalion retreated to the fourth floor.
When Guchakov saw Seryosha again, he found that he had been injured in many places, and his head and arms were wrapped in thick bandages. He grabbed the other person's arm and asked with concern: "Captain Seryosha, is your injury okay?"
"It doesn't matter." Seryosha shook his head and replied: "They were all injured by grenade shrapnel, nothing serious."
"How many people are left in your unit?"
"Including me, there are still 26 people who can still breathe."
"Only 26 people left?!" Hearing the number Seryosha said, the corners of Guchakov's mouth twitched violently. You know, when Sokov handed over the guard company to him, it was a close man. The reinforced company of two hundred people, who knew that only this little force was left now: "How many people are there in the basement?"
The reason why Guchakov asked about the basement was because more than a hundred wounded German soldiers were moved to the basement. If no one was sent to take care of them, who knew whether they would take advantage of the German attack and make some small moves behind them.
"I sent a squad of soldiers to look after the German wounded in the basement." Seryosha said about the soldiers sent to the basement, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become gloomy. Since the Germans had successively occupied the first to third floors, They are still attacking the fourth floor, and there are no eggs in the overturned nest. The squad left in the basement is probably wiped out long ago.
In order not to dwell on this sad question, Seryosha promptly changed the subject: "Where is Captain Yegor?"
"An enemy climbed to the roof along the fire stairs. The second company commander is commanding the troops on the roof to resist the German attack."
"How many more people does he have?"
"Not many." Guchakov replied with a wry smile: "No more than 30 people."
Seryosha looked at the soldiers standing near the stairs, and couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Even if he included his own soldiers, the total number was not fifty. With such a small force, how long can it last under the full attack of the German army?
"Major Guchakov," Seryosha breathed softly and said to Guchakov: "It seems that we will all die in this hospital today."
Major Bunch, the tank battalion commander, was unfortunately shot in the leg while evacuating from the third floor to the fourth floor. After he waited for the hospital nurse to bandage him, he limped over and said to Seryosha: "Comrade Captain, even if we are destined to die here, we must recruit a few more Germans before we can." be made a scapegoat."
"Major Bunch, you have a wound on your leg, please sit down first." After Guchakov asked the other party to sit down on a bench against the wall, he said to him: "You are right, even if we all sacrifice , and the Germans will also have to pay a heavier price."
"Major Guchakov, are we too kind to our enemies?"
Guchakov didn't understand why Major Bunch asked this, so he asked curiously: "Comrade Major, what do you mean by this?"
"When we just retreated to the fourth floor, I saw some of our officers and men lying injured on the ground. When the Germans passed by them, they would shoot them or stab them with a bayonet." Major Bunch gritted his teeth with a sad look on his face. He said: "Before I die, I will definitely kill as many Germans as possible and avenge my fallen comrades."
After saying these words, he looked up at Guchakov and said: "Comrade Major, I want to ask you a favor."
"Major Bunch, we are all comrades in the same trench. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"If I am unable to move because of my injuries when the enemy rushes to the fourth floor, please give me a break." Major Bunch said in a pleading tone: "I would rather die in your hands than become a German." The target of refilling the gun.”
Regarding Major Bunch's request, Guchakov was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly and said: "Don't worry, Major Bunch, I will not leave you to the Germans. But if I am seriously injured before you , you must also give me a happy time."
Hearing the two majors explaining each other's affairs in such a pessimistic way, Seryosha could not hold his breath anymore: "Comrade majors, let me just say that our troops are a little short, but if the enemy wants to charge up, it will be impossible." It can be done in a short while. Maybe during the time we hold on, reinforcements will arrive at Kazachiya Compass Town."
"Comrade Captain, you are so optimistic." Regarding Seryosha's optimistic attitude, Major Bunch tried his best to put on a smile on his face: "If there were reinforcements, they would have arrived long ago, and they wouldn't be there until now. Saw a figure."
While the three of them were talking, the soldiers standing at the top of the stairs began to shoot at the stairs. It seemed that the enemy was preparing to rush up. Just after a few shots were fired, a grenade was thrown up from downstairs and rolled on the ground. Seryosha had quick eyesight, grabbed the grenade and threw it downstairs.
Soon, there was a loud bang below. Immediately, Seryozha heard the groans of the wounded and the screams and wails of the dying soldiers. Hearing these sounds, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he had reacted slower and thrown the grenade a second or two later, he would have been the one lying on the ground groaning and wailing at this moment.
On the roof of the building, the second company commander Yegor was holding an assault rifle, gritting his teeth and firing one shot after another, knocking down every German soldier who appeared in his field of vision. The bullets fired by the German army pounced around him, splashing countless smoke, dust and gravel, but he lay behind the low wall and never changed his shooting position.
Around him and at his feet were dead or injured Soviet soldiers everywhere. The soldiers who were still alive, whether they had sound limbs or were injured, as long as they still had breath, were just like him, shooting at the German soldiers who climbed to the top of the building.
Although the commanders and fighters of the first battalion set out with two bases of ammunition, after such a long battle, the soldiers' ammunition was exhausted. In particular, assault rifles use improved short-barreled bullets. Unless they are supplied from behind, they will shoot one less bullet. Today, the surviving soldiers of the Second Company all use weapons picked up from the corpses of German soldiers.
"Comrade company commander," one of Yegor's platoon commanders shouted to him, "we are running out of ammunition!"
"When the ammunition is gone, use the bayonet to fight hand-to-hand with the enemy." After Yegor shot and knocked down another enemy, he said solemnly: "When the bayonet is broken, use your fists to deal with the enemy."
The enemies who climbed to the top of the building were suppressed by Yegor's firepower and were unable to move forward. The area they occupied was only more than 100 square meters. Seeing that the gunfire from the Soviet army on the opposite side became sparse at this moment, the German commander couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted to his men: "Soldiers, the Russians are out of bullets, charge me!"
Hearing the commander's shout, the German soldiers let out a burst of cheers, and then they came out of their hiding place, holding their weapons and approaching the place where Yegor and the others were holding on.
Yegor finished the last bullet in his assault rifle and reached for his pistol, but there was only an empty holster on the belt around his waist. Only then did Yegor remember that he had fired all the bullets in his pistol and then put on an assault rifle. He grinned bitterly, held an assault rifle with a bayonet, stood up straight, and shouted to the soldiers lying on the left and right: "Brothers, let the Germans see our hand-to-hand combat! Charge!"
Yegor took the lead in crossing the short wall with an assault rifle, rushed towards the German soldiers who were cautiously approaching, and shot a German soldier in the chest. The German soldier didn't expect that someone would suddenly jump out from behind the short wall on the opposite side. Before he even had time to shoot, he threw away the weapon in his hand, grabbed Yegor's gun barrel tightly, and widened his eyes. to the ground.
After stabbing the enemy, Yegor kicked the opponent hard, pulled out the bayonet of the assault rifle from the opponent's chest, and rushed towards another enemy.
The German troops who besieged the hospital had taken over the second and third floors one after another, and the remaining commanders and fighters of the first battalion retreated to the fourth floor.
When Guchakov saw Seryosha again, he found that he had been injured in many places, and his head and arms were wrapped in thick bandages. He grabbed the other person's arm and asked with concern: "Captain Seryosha, is your injury okay?"
"It doesn't matter." Seryosha shook his head and replied: "They were all injured by grenade shrapnel, nothing serious."
"How many more men do you have in your unit?"
"Including me, there are still 26 people who can still breathe."
"Only 26 people left?!" Hearing the number Seryosha said, the corners of Guchakov's mouth twitched violently. You know, when Sokov handed over the guard company to him, it was a close man. The reinforced company of two hundred people, who knew that only this little force was left now: "How many people are there in the basement?"
The reason why Guchakov asked about the basement was because more than a hundred wounded German soldiers were moved to the basement. If no one was sent to take care of them, who knew whether they would take advantage of the German attack and make some small moves behind them.
"I sent a squad of soldiers to look after the German wounded in the basement." Seryosha said about the soldiers sent to the basement, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become gloomy. Since the Germans had successively occupied the first to third floors, They are still attacking the fourth floor, and there are no eggs in the overturned nest. The squad left in the basement is probably wiped out long ago.
In order not to dwell on this sad question, Seryosha promptly changed the subject: "Where is Captain Yegor?"
"An enemy climbed to the roof along the fire stairs. The second company commander is commanding the troops on the roof to resist the German attack."
"How many more people does he have?"
"Not many." Guchakov replied with a wry smile: "No more than 30 people."
Seryosha looked at the soldiers standing near the stairs, and couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Even if he included his own soldiers, the total number was not fifty. With such a small force, how long can it last under the full attack of the German army?
"Major Guchakov," Seryosha breathed softly and said to Guchakov: "It seems that we will all die in this hospital today."
Major Bunch, the tank battalion commander, was unfortunately shot in the leg while evacuating from the third floor to the fourth floor. After he waited for the hospital nurse to bandage him, he limped over and said to Seryosha: "Comrade Captain, even if we are destined to die here, we must recruit a few more Germans before we can." be made a scapegoat."
"Major Bunch, you have a wound on your leg, please sit down first." After Guchakov asked the other party to sit down on a bench against the wall, he said to him: "You are right, even if we all sacrifice , and the Germans will also have to pay a heavier price."
"Major Guchakov, are we too kind to our enemies?"
Guchakov didn't understand why Major Bunch asked this, so he asked curiously: "Comrade Major, what do you mean by this?"
"When we just retreated to the fourth floor, I saw some of our officers and men lying injured on the ground. When the Germans passed by them, they would shoot them or stab them with a bayonet." Major Bunch gritted his teeth with a sad look on his face. He said: "Before I die, I will definitely kill as many Germans as possible and avenge my fallen comrades."
After saying these words, he looked up at Guchakov and said: "Comrade Major, I want to ask you a favor."
"Major Bunch, we are all comrades in the same trench. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"If I am unable to move because of my injuries when the enemy rushes to the fourth floor, please give me a break." Major Bunch said in a pleading tone: "I would rather die in your hands than become a German." The target of refilling the gun.”
Regarding Major Bunch's request, Guchakov was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly and said: "Don't worry, Major Bunch, I will not leave you to the Germans. But if I am seriously injured before you , you must also give me a happy time."
Hearing the two majors explaining each other's affairs in such a pessimistic way, Seryozha became a little bit uncontrollable: "Comrade majors, let me just say that our troops are a little short, but if the enemy wants to rush up, it is not possible." It can be done in a short while. Maybe during the time we hold on, reinforcements will arrive at Kazachiya Compass Town."
"Comrade Captain, you are so optimistic." Regarding Seryosha's optimistic attitude, Major Bunch tried his best to put on a smile on his face: "If there were reinforcements, they would have arrived long ago, and they wouldn't be there until now. Saw a figure."
While the three of them were talking, the soldiers standing at the top of the stairs began to shoot at the stairs. It seemed that the enemy was preparing to rush up. Just after a few shots were fired, a grenade was thrown up from downstairs and rolled on the ground. Seryosha had quick eyesight, grabbed the grenade and threw it downstairs.
Soon, there was a loud bang below. Immediately, Seryozha heard the groans of the wounded and the screams and wails of the dying soldiers. Hearing these sounds, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he had reacted slower and thrown the grenade a second or two later, he would have been the one lying on the ground groaning and wailing at this moment.
On the roof of the building, the second company commander Yegor was holding an assault rifle, gritting his teeth and firing one shot after another, knocking down every German soldier who appeared in his field of vision. The bullets fired by the German army pounced around him, splashing countless smoke, dust and gravel, but he lay down behind the low wall and never moved his shooting position, still concentrating on shooting.
