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Except for the six men in the front, including Welsh, the others were pinned down in a roadside ditch by machine gun fire and unable to move.

Two or three of the six people who rushed out were killed or injured, and the others hid behind a house.

Among them was George Lutz, who fired his gun while shouting, "Where are the people?! Where the hell are they?!"

Winters was getting anxious now, so he jumped into the middle of the road and shouted, "Action!"

But it was all useless. Almost everyone lay there with their heads down, not moving a muscle, as if there was something valuable hidden in the ditch that was worth studying.

The German machine gun locked onto Winters and fired wildly. Bullets whizzed past and hit the road with a crackling sound, but he was extremely lucky and was not hit once.

Lieutenant Strayer, Lieutenant Hurst, Lieutenant Nixon and others in the battalion were also shouting: "Let them go! Winters, let them go!"

"Get up! Go! Quick!" Winters was still shouting anxiously.

At this moment, Rosen jumped up from his position.

He raised the M1 Garand in his hand and fired at the machine gun firing point at the end of the road.

bang bang bang...

The gunshots continued until they ended with a ding.

At this time, the noisy machine gun sound from the opposite side also stopped completely.

At this time, the only sound around was Winters's cry: "Hurry up!"

Rosen rushed forward without hesitation, replaced the magazine for the gun in his hand, grabbed a MK2 and threw it into a window upstairs.

Bang.

The grenade exploded, and a German machine gunner who was about to pick up his machine gun to continue shooting fell to the ground.

When the others saw Rosen being so brave, they all jumped up as if they were injected with chicken blood, rushed across the T-junction together, and took down the machine gun position.

But this is just the beginning, because more brutal and dangerous street fighting is about to come.

"First row to the left, second row to the right, clear room by room," Winters ordered.

So each platoon began a standardized assembly line operation mode: one person threw a grenade into the house through the window, while another person stood guard outside the door. After the grenade exploded, they kicked the door open directly, searched for and killed all the remaining enemies.

Rosen happened to be in the same group with Randleman. They had both strength and tacit understanding, so the cleaning went smoothly and progressed quickly.

But others were just so lucky.

Some were hit by sniper's cold guns, and others were even more unlucky to be killed or injured by mortar shells.

A soldier had just cleared a house and was walking out the front door when he was hit by a mortar shell, which blew off both of his legs.

If Randleman hadn't rushed over and carried him away, and Rosen's prayer +6 hadn't relieved his bleeding, he might have died on the spot from shock due to excessive bleeding.

At this time, the German army, which had just been stunned, came to its senses and began to bombard crazily with mortars deployed in advance.

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant Lipton rushed out and stuck to a wall, loudly ordering his men to move to the left and right.

But he did not notice that a mortar shell fell from a high altitude and hit about two meters in front of him. Shrapnel flew into his left cheek, right wrist and right hip.

His gun fell to the ground and he fell down.

He touched his cheek with his left hand, only to feel a big hole. At the same time, he felt pain in his hips. When he touched it, his hands were covered in blood.

Rosen happened to see it, rushed over, pulled him aside, and took out a medical kit to stop his bleeding.

"Rosen, how is my leg?" Lipton said in a weak voice.

Rosen knew what he was really worried about, so he reached out and tore open his pants, looked down and said, "Don't worry, you're fine!"

"Oh!" Lipton breathed a sigh of relief. "This is a great comfort."

In fact, he was very lucky. Both shrapnel hit his upper thigh and did not hurt the real vital parts.

"Rosen, did you hear that?" Lipton suddenly said as Rosen carried him towards the temporary first aid station.

"What?" Rosen was stunned.

"Hail Mary!" Lipton replied.

Just when Rosen was about to say that he must have lost too much blood and was hallucinating, he suddenly saw a priest holding a Rosary in the middle of the smoke-filled street, praying for the souls of those who had died at the crossroads.

Even though bullets were flying all around and people were falling to the ground from time to time, it did not affect his devout prayers.

As expected of a military chaplain, he is awesome! Rosen admired him in his heart, but he was too lazy to look at him any more, so he turned around and left.

Even though he had used a lot of Paladin's skills and even though he had the cross given to him by Chen George, he didn't believe in any of it.

Instead of leaving everything to the so-called master, it is better to try to control your own destiny.

Taking Carrington was not the end of the matter, because everyone knew that the German army would not give up this place easily, so a counterattack was inevitable, and it would definitely come from the southwest.

General Taylor decided to advance a few kilometers to the west and build a defensive position on the high ground.

Company E would be on the far right, facing the Germans and enduring their harassing fire until it was slightly quieter at night.

However, Winters soon received another order to launch an attack at 5: in the morning.

"Why is it always us, always the forwards?" someone complained.

"Because we are E Company."

Rosen leaned against a bush fence with his gun in his arms, too lazy to get involved in such a conversation.

These fences are generally 1.8 meters or even higher, and the narrow strips of land between the fences are like trenches, which even tanks would have a headache when encountering them.

Rosen had no sense of belonging to Company E, so naturally he had no sense of honor.

But even if he is just a passer-by, he will try his best to do his job well. As for exercising subjective initiative, forget it.

At 5:30 in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, Winters ordered the entire company to prepare for the attack.

Coincidentally, von der Heydt on the opposite side also issued an order, asking his 6th Parachute Regiment to launch a counterattack and fight to retake Carrington.

As a result, both sides coincidentally exerted their strength at the same time, making the fight extremely exciting.

All of a sudden, cannons, mortars, machine guns, rifles and other weapons began firing wildly. Flames flew, noises shook the sky, and the battle was truly chaotic.

Rosenmao was in the crowd, firing his machine gun from time to time, his main purpose was to make up the numbers. As long as the German army did not rush in front of him, he would be happy and leisurely.

But Winters, Compton, Welsh and other officers were running around on the front line, drinking chicken soup to boost morale and trying their best to mobilize all their forces to stop the Imperial counterattack.

At this time, Company F, located on the left side of Company E, could not withstand the enemy's fierce attack and began to retreat. As a result, Company D, with its right wing exposed, began to retreat overnight.

Company E was left in the field.

Rosen, who was standing in the trench firing at the opposite side, noticed that a German StuG III (tank destroyer) broke through the bush hedge on the left side of Company E.