"They are here!" A Polish soldier screamed and rushed in, instantly knocking Balar to the ground. As soon as he grabbed the rifle with his arms and was about to stab him, a gunshot burst out of blood on his chest, falling weakly on the obviously frightened Balar....com

Mahan seemed to have forgotten the pain. He was holding Balar's sniper rifle and squatting on the ground and shooting at the Polish soldiers rushing towards him. He didn't look back, "Brother, hurry up, I can't hold on for much time."

Mahan's ** sat on the ground, blood flowing down the slope, but he still looked ahead with a firm look, knocking the Polish soldiers rushing over to the ground. The last bullet in the "Ding" sniper rifle was also finished. He took out the pistol from his waist and continued to shoot. He regretted not bringing two grenades.

"No!!!" Balar seemed to be stimulated, and he stood up suddenly. The moment he stood up, his shoulder was shot and bleeding immediately. However, he ignored it and walked straight to Ma Han in the rain of bullets and squatted down, muttering in his mouth: "How can I give up my companion... I absolutely cannot... I can do it!"

The positions of the two were at the forefront of the entire front, which meant that they were the first people to be attacked by Polish infantry. The entire Polish infantry company had consumed more than half of them, but they were still continuing to attack forward.

The Poles really don't lack courage. What they lack is advanced infantry tactics, but they have no chance to appeal at this moment. These Polish soldiers watched their companions fall down one by one. They were stimulated and charged again and again, and then suppressed by the machine guns of the National Defense Forces.

The Poles had already planned to retreat, but they were unwilling to accept it; their commanders were killed inexplicably, but they only found one enemy position.

"Damn Germans really know how to dig holes! Where are they?" This was the roar of a Polish corporal. At this time, he had become the highest commander of the infantry company. Look at what he saw. Two German lieutenants were half-squatting and half-lying in a pit in front of him, and their own soldiers kept charging, but before they got close, they were knocked down by a terrifying rifle. The power of that rifle was simply terrifying. It was hit to the head and ensured that the head was gone.

"Kill them and then retreat!" The Polish corporal began to try to gather the soldiers who had dispersed. He took off a grenade, adjusted his posture and stood up. As soon as he threw the grenade out, his neck was shot. Almost the moment the grenade was thrown out by the German army, he smashed heavily to the ground with the explosion, covering his neck with his hands and constantly trying to breathe, but the air was gone from him, and only plasma kept pouring out of his nose. His last consciousness was: this action itself was wrong. Emperor... I'm here...

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"I can't leave you!" Balar tried desperately to carry Mahan, but Mahan's weight was twice that of Balar. Balar would never give up. He roared like a wounded beast trying to protect the baby beast, roaring.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ma Han was speechless. The love from his brother touched him very much, but he didn't want to kill Balar. In the battlefield where bullets were flying, a thin short man wanted to carry a fat man twice as heavy as himself to fight back to the back line. This was a dream. He shouted: "Let go, let me go! Go! Please let me die in honor!"

"Silly words!" Balar felt that his lungs were so hot and his breathing was so difficult. He roared again and finally stood up with Ma Han on his shoulder.

The Polish soldiers found them, but they did not shoot. They quietly watched the thin and short German army carried a strong and twice as much battle as the thin and short man, and tried hard to retreat. The short man's legs were struggling with difficulty, and the two tiny calves were shaking from afar, but he still continued to walk firmly.

"Don't you shoot?" Polish soldiers asked each other, thinking they should shoot the two Germans.

"That person...Where did that short man get such great power?" The Polish soldier was puzzled.

"Bang" Someone still shot and hit the thin and short man's right waist. The Polish soldier looked at the short man carrying the strong but injured German army and fell to the right together.

The Polish soldiers who fired the gun saw the warriors staring at him, their eyes were very complicated, and he smiled awkwardly, "I missed it. I originally wanted to hit him in the leg. Maybe we should have captured two prisoners?"

"Look! He stood up with his brother again!" The Polish soldiers were shocked!

‘Swish--’ A 75 artillery shell hit the soil in front of them and white smoke came out. They were too late to be surprised. After a hot wave rolled over, only one crater was left.

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"Damn it, I was shot in the waist." Balar had no hands that could cover the wound on his waist. He felt that all the air he breathed was hot, as if his entire lungs were about to burn.

Ma Han was already in tears, "Damn it! You damn thin monkey, get out quickly. The great Ma Han should die on the battlefield, die of honor, not drag down his brother! You can't carry mine, go! Tell Stark, I'm like he said; if you don't surrender, I will choose to die gloriously if you fail!" He held the muzzle in his hand in his mouth, and was ready to pull the trigger.

Balar was dealing with the wound on his waist. He found that the bullet had passed through and he was not hit by the vital points. He tightened the armed bag so that it would reduce the pain and not raise his head. He said coldly: "Brother, you are not heavy."

Ma Han was about to pull the trigger, but he heard it. The trigger could not be pulled anymore. "What did you say?" He held the muzzle in his mouth, and his voice was a little blurry.

Balar looked up at Mahande's eyes and ignored the pistol, "I said: Brother, you are not heavy!" He crawled over, carried Mahan on his shoulder again, and stood up with difficulty.

"I will kill you!" Ma Han was already crying.

Balar's steps suddenly became very steady. He walked forward step by step, very slowly, but he was very happy. "If Stark knew that I would leave you behind and run for his life, I would eat a gun." He was laughing, but he smiled a little reluctantly. Every time he said something, his lungs would hurt, and he felt that he was spitting fire.

The Polish soldiers fired again, and bullets kept flying past the two of them, while they were still very steady, step by step in their own direction.

‘Puji’ This time, Ma Han’s thigh was shot by a bullet, and he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to make a sound.

‘Boom!’ The explosion suddenly sounded five meters behind the two, and the soil splashed over, directly knocking the two to the ground. The unique g-34 machine gun chanting began, and soldiers in gray uniforms kept walking quickly past the two. This was the National Wehrmacht coming to support, with a company.

A medical soldier squatted down beside Balal and Mahan, and the medical soldier saw two bloody men.

Baral and Mahan were finally able to relax. Reinforcements came and they breathed in big breaths.

Ma Han took out a pack of cigarette from his inner bag and pulled one into his mouth. He was about to light the fire, but the cigarette was snatched by Balar. "Ha, what? I want to open it?" He pulled out another cigarette and said to the medical soldier who was about to treat his wound, "No, medical soldier, I will help my brother with the wound first. I was just unlucky to be hit ** and on the thigh, but it looked a little scary and I couldn't die. If he was shot in the waist, his life might be lost."

Balar no longer had the strength to speak, and listened to the sound of gunfires in his ears. He found that he was so tired, so tired... He didn't want to move a finger, and the cigarette that had just lit fell to the ground before he could smoke it.
Chapter completed!