While the battle at the freight station was in full swing, in the dense forest on the other side of Slava and others' hiding place, the situation of the guerrillas responsible for attacking the freight train was not good.

It can even be said that they are the party with the greatest pressure in this combat plan. These guerrilla fighters not only have to stop the freight train equipped with a large number of weapons, but also withstand the pressure of the armored trains that follow.

As for their weapons, apart from the two 45mm anti-tank artillery, the only ones that can be considered heavy firepower are only two mortars.

Fortunately, due to proper preparations, the freight train they stopped first had derailed and rolled over, and the German soldiers on board had suffered heavy casualties.

However, the armored train that arrived later used ferocious firepower to suppress them, so that they did not even dare to show up.

"Have all the wounded been evacuated?" a bearded middle-aged man asked in a loud voice.

"Evacuate!" a guerrilla shouted in response in the night.

"Did the railroad tracks explode?" the bearded man continued to ask.

"It exploded!" a young guerrilla responded. "All the curved railway tracks one kilometer away were blown up! It's not easy to repair those curved tracks."

"Inform the people on the other side to retreat as planned!"

The bearded man glanced greedily at the derailed freight train and the scattered weapons and equipment as well as their urgently needed supplies, and continued to issue the order, "You greet them from different directions every ten minutes,"

"Captain Ofdey, what about the artillery?" asked a young guerrilla fighter.

"Follow the plan!" After the bearded middle-aged man finished speaking, he crouched and ran into the dense forest behind him.

When the young guerrilla following him saw this, he immediately took out a flare gun captured from the Germans, pointed it at the night sky and pulled the trigger.

When the signal flare lit up red, the guerrillas ambushing on the other side of the railway line immediately gathered the only two anti-tank guns, whipped their whips vigorously, and urged the two draft horses to pull.

The artillery ran into the forest.

At the same time, Wei Ran and others discovered a dozen half-track trucks driving out of the small village opposite the railway from a distance.

Some of these trucks were filled with heavily armed German soldiers, while others were simply pulling a Flak38 20 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun. There were even three tanks behind the trucks!

"Where did these tanks come from?" Slava asked in surprise. The appearance of these three tanks was far beyond his expectation.

"I carefully asked Kolya who ran from the opposite side, and she never mentioned that there were tanks over there." Shula said confused, "And I have never encountered tanks on the other side before."

"Shura, arrange for someone to ride on horseback immediately to inform the greedy Ofdey to be careful of the German tanks."

Before Slava finished speaking, something unexpected happened again. Whether it was half-track trucks or tanks, they did not go to the direction of the train station to support them. Instead, they rushed towards the direction of the attacked train without hesitation!

Before anyone could recover, a half-track armored vehicle in the lead had great luck and ran over the mine they had laid before.

In the dull and almost suffocating explosion, the tires on the side of the cab were blown off the half-track truck. Even the driver of the truck was sent straight up and down as if he had jumped on a trampoline.

room, and then fell into the cargo box like a ball of mud.

After the explosion, the half-track armored vehicles stopped immediately, and the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun on the back of one of the trucks fired a thin barrage at the forest on their side.

Unfortunately, these artillery pieces are at least two hundred meters away from their hiding spot. Let alone hiding in trenches, even if they are standing on the edge of the forest, as long as they are not discovered, they will not be harmed at all.

"Should we fight?" Shula asked in a low voice, "If we let them go, Ofdey will not be able to resist at all."

"Don't fight yet"

Slava held the already finished wine bottle up to his nose, obsessively smelling the residual alcohol inside, and then said with a smile, "Our target is not them, and their target is not us."

Sure enough, after the cannon on the half-track truck emptied a magazine, the German soldiers saw that no one was fighting back. They didn't even have time to repair the demolished railway, so they went around to the other side of the railway in an unusually simple manner.

Only the half-track that had just opened fire and another truck full of soldiers were left, swinging the searchlight set up on the roof back and forth to look for possible ambush.

As for the other trucks and tanks, they only moved a little farther away from the railway tracks and continued to move forward. Obviously, in their eyes, the train that was attacked was more important!

"Now I'm starting to wonder what kind of treasures were in that train that passed by before, and they didn't even bother to leave the freight station."

Slava threw the empty wine bottle in his hand into the trench, "Since they still have two trucks left, we will accept them. Boris, where is Boris?"

"Here it is." An old man holding a Mauser rifle with a scope came over slowly.

Wei Ran had an impression. When he followed the patrol yesterday, he and a young guerrilla were at the front.

"Be prepared and help them turn off the searchlights in five minutes." After Slava finished speaking, he handed the pocket watch he had been holding to the other party.

“My son can do it from such a close distance.”

The old guy named Boris said confidently, "So give him the searchlight, and I'll hit the bastard in charge of firing the artillery."
Chapter completed!