Chapter 1068 Goodbye

No matter which choice the opponent makes, it must be within the scope of one's own expectations and adaptable alternative countermeasures. Only in this way can it be called a successful tactical arrangement and command, and of course any battlefield command. Officials are happy to see the ideal situation.

Although unforeseen circumstances often come and lead to bad emergencies and extremely difficult situations, it is obvious that this time the unforeseen circumstances have not yet reached the head of the Guards Flag Corps Division, which is in full swing.

Theodore Wiesche, who was watching the battlefield situation at the forward observation post with a telescope in his hand, raised his lips, as if the scene of the Soviet position in front of him being shrouded in death bombings had already been expected by him, and the victory was so close at hand. The Waffen-SS brigade leader seemed to be within easy reach.

"It's time for our Skeleton Brothers to take a good look at who is the first elite guard under the Führer."

"As you wish, Brigade Leader."

The already planned attack plan went step by step, and the real main force of the Guards Division, which received the order from the division commander, started to operate quickly like a sophisticated machine. The German tiger and leopard army, which had been waiting at the starting position for a long time, roared with its engines and was about to break through the cage. , launching a decisive final attack on the enemy position bathed in hellish fire.

In a Tiger tank located slightly behind, four SS armored personnel carriers who were ready to go were anxiously waiting for the final order, and their commander: Waffen-SS Third-Level Assault Squadron Captain Mi Schell Wittmann was leaning his upper body out of the turret to observe the battle situation.

"I can't wait to blast those Russians. Seeing their tractors burning in flames is the greatest satisfaction for me! I can guarantee that to the Führer!"

Malashenko and his crew No. 177 have the habit of smoking in the car. Although doing so is a safety hazard and should strictly be prohibited, Malashenko, who has the biggest reputation in the brigade, has never done it. Treat this as a thing of the past. Not only did he smoke it himself, but he also gave it to a group of smokers in the same car group. Even Kirill, who smoked the least and was the least addicted, was no exception.

Coincidentally, Wittmann's crew also had the habit of smoking in the car, and it was Wittmann who took the lead in giving out cigarettes to everyone.

Maybe it's just a coincidence, but it's hard to say that it's a common problem among tank aces, whether it's the Soviet or German army.

"Calm down, Karl, didn't you listen to the complaints of the Skeleton Division people? They were badly beaten by the Russians on the opposite position yesterday! The magnification of your gun scope is so high, you should take a good look at the Russians in front of the position Those tank wreckage and the corpses that were not cleaned up, the people of the Skeleton Division did not lie to us, the Russians did give them a bloody blow. "

Compared to the vigorous gunner, the equally young loader shook the cigarette ashes between his fingers and smiled half-jokingly.

"I am giving you advice very seriously, Karl. You have to be careful of those Russians. I heard that they have a very powerful new heavy tank. One shot can penetrate the entire front armor of the Panther! Whether it is the turret or the The bodies of the vehicles are all the same, as evidenced by the wreckage in front of the position.”

The loader's speech aroused the recognition of the other two crew members in the car. The driver and the electromechanical crew also chose to stand on the side of the loader and speak.

"Those Russian guys won't be easy to deal with. I've always felt that the Skeleton Division's guys' combat effectiveness is comparable to ours. They are also very fierce troops."

"Well, yes, the guerrillas who killed the Russians were the most vicious. Even a nine-year-old girl was hanged on the gallows for giving food to the Russian guerrillas. Incredible That Pris actually agreed with this statement and wrote it in a report and submitted it. I almost thought this was a plot in a novel, it was simply unbelievable.”

It's easy to do this when a bunch of big guys get together, especially when they all know each other and are very familiar with each other. A few casual conversations about topics they can talk about can easily go off the rails.

We were still chatting about whether the Russians on the opposite side were easy to deal with, but as we were chatting, we got to the topic of the "glorious record" of the friendly troops next door who had just been beaten up.

But this makes people think, when everyone is wearing the same skin, whose hands are cleaner?

No one would mention this topic in the laughter. Even if it was mentioned casually, the answer that could be easily obtained was predictable.

As always, Wittmann did not join the "battlefield tea party" of his crew members, just as the gunner Karl said of him: "This man is extremely cold, and he can scare the Russians to death with his eyes, I guarantee it."

Wittmann, who didn't like to join in such useless chats, was currently talking to an infantry commander on the left side of the car.

The two sides exchanged opinions word by word and made gestures with their hands. Wittmann, who easily understood what the other party wanted to express, nodded and said that the troops he led would act in accordance with the agreed upon plan. .

"I wish you good luck! Squadron Leader Wittmann, please be sure to provide us with support and cover."

Without waiting for Wittmann on the turret to answer, the infantry company commander, who was retreating, talking, and turning, had already run away and ran towards the standby position of his troops to prepare to give the final order.

The air raid on the opposite position was coming to an end. Wittmann turned around and saw that the first wave of the main attack of his own Guards Flag Division had already jumped out of the position and rushed straight to the opponent.

The small part of the infantry and tank coordination force that launched a tentative attack earlier has now pressed to the periphery of the Russian position. The Russians who were trembling under the fierce air attack and lacked effective anti-armor firepower seemed to be fighting very hard. Wittmann, squinting his eyes and raising the telescope, could hardly see the small fire points representing the firing of anti-tank guns flashing and jumping on the position.

As for the rumored terrible new heavy tanks of the Russians, Wittmann did not find them within his field of vision.

Maybe the heavy tanks of the Russians have been destroyed? Or were they severely damaged and forced to evacuate?

No matter what the reason was, Wittmann, who slowly put down the telescope in his hand, always felt that the situation of the Russian armored soldiers on the opposite side would definitely not be too good at the moment.

If it were me, such a fierce and continuous air raid would only leave the only feasible way to let fate take its course.

You have to know that this air raid was a special gift prepared by Division Commander Theodor Wieser for the Russians. He used his personal connections and power to contact them. The pilots' primary goal was to eliminate the Russian armored forces first.

Wittmann, who could already smell the burning gunpowder, trembled his eyebrows. After turning around and confirming that the SS infantrymen behind him were already trotting towards him, he immediately shrank back into the turret and closed the hatch.

"Let's go, Remos, take us out of here, it's our turn!"