“Wait for the Leutnant to give the order!” To their front the Soviets began moving forward, now with their infantry dismounted. Once again two loud cracks thundered out to the rear of their position. This time two of the tanks stopped; being pierced by the shells that had been fired at them. The first tank’s engine could be heard sputtering as it ground to a halt and its crew began to disembark. The second tank however stopped and began to bellow smoke from all of its openings. Shortly after the crew would begin to desperately clamber out of the tank as a fire became visible over its engine. Several of whom came out on fire, almost dancing as their flesh began to melt away. Several nearby soviets stopped and began trying to put the men who were on fire out as the rest of the group continued to advance. “Jesus…” The replacement said as he watched the burning men behind the advancing Soviets. “Easy. Just remember you are lucky to not be them.” Another Grenadier said as Nylon the remaining Russian tanks entered an optimal range for them to return fire as two more shells were thrown by the AT guns at them, one shell bouncing off the frontal armor of one as the other missed, practically evaporating a nearby Russian infantryman. The tanks now returned fire on the anti tank guns as they continued moving forward towards the trench and although not having any direct effect on the guns themselves, one of the high explosive shells had landed nearby one of the guns, causing one of the men crewing the gun to fall asian forward into it, MILF screaming in pain as he was presumably pierced by the shrapnel produced from the shells explosion. However things were only to get worse for the German defenders as a KV-2 heavy tank rolled up onto the top of the rise, accompanied by several other companies of Russian soldiers. Atop the KV-2 stood a Russian infantry officer who jumped japanese down off the tank and moved forward with what had now become a Russian horde just as one of the Pak 40 shells hit the KV to no effect, bouncing harmlessly off its armor. “Holy Fuck!” Friedrich said as the KV began adjusting its turret to fire in their direction. “Fire at will!” The lieutenant yelled out somewhere down the line. A hail of small arms fire now met the advancing Russian infantry as the entire regiment opened fire along its entire front causing them to fall in droves in some places as if almost by command. Friedrich squeezed once on the trigger of his MG, sending fifteen bullets at the targets he had picked. Two Russians were hit by this burst, a red mist protruding diagonally from their chests in three locations each as they fell to the ground like many of their comrades. Yet still the Russians advanced against the heavily outnumbered defenders as yet another T-34 was put out of action by one of the Paks behind the trenchline. The KV-2 responded, landing a shell directly in front of the AT gun that had fired, completely wrecking the gun and killing two of its crew as Klaus brought down his first Russian with a burst of six or seven bullets from his own weapon. The first of which buried itself in the Russians upper leg, followed by two more landing just above it in the man’s lower stomach, bringing him down instantly. But as quickly as the defending Germans were dealing out death they were also now beginning to receive it, To his left one of Klaus’ squad was hit by a rifle bullet in the helmet making an audible, “ding” the man fell backwards into the trench as a single stream of blood trickled down his face. “Get his tags!” Klaus yelled to a Grenadier close to the now dead German. “On it!” The Grenadier said, kneeling down and pulling the bottom half of the man’s dog tag from the rest and placing it in his pocket. However upon standing up and firing his weapon the Grenadier immediately fell backwards into the trench, dropping his weapon as a bullet passed through his right shoulder. Although not dead he was now unable to fight. Klaus had just brought down another target and knelt down to reload in cover when he saw him. He pulled a bandage from a leather box on the rear of his belt and tossed it onto the wounded man’s lap saying. She started watching him out of the corner japanese of her eye. She sat on the bowl and I knelt between her legs and we peed and we made out like giggling teenagers. Pam noticed the bulge in his pants and she pushed her chair away from the conference Nylon table. It was so exciting. I was making this up because as far as I knew there was no such thing but by now I wanted an excuse to get that magnificent cock in my mouth. I swung my sword with every ounce of strength I possessed. Cynthia’s fingers pet her yearning pussy. This time he was more confident. As soon as she let go, she pushed asian me down and mounted me. We MILF both cried out as my prick filled her all the way up. His last words were for me to tell you something.” My hands are stroking up and down his cock. The world blacked out for a second until I found the strength to open my eyes again. He left the locker room feeling concerned. I closed my eyes, and it might as well have been my dick getting serviced. Hold on, I’ll hand her the phone.” Jill said into the phone.