Chapter 1076 You are seeking your own death (repair)

In the face of the overwhelming three-dimensional open-land offensive, the most elite believer guard under the Führer failed to create a miracle after all. The defeat spread quickly and unstoppably like an unstoppable prairie fire.

A famous American military scientist once said a famous saying in judging the truth of war: "The most critical factor in measuring the combat effectiveness of an army is not how many battles they won, how many enemies they defeated, and how great their results were. It lies in the fighting spirit and generosity of this unit as they retreated.”

From ancient times to the present, there are countless troops who can win battles and are good at winning battles. However, there are very few troops who can be as brave and tenacious when retreating as when attacking. It can be said that there are only a few, almost none. .

There are Germany's allies in far away Asia: Japan is such a crazy army armed to the teeth with the spirit of Bushido. The madness they displayed during their retreat is enough to make the fourth-class bipedal multi-purpose beasts of the American empire feel ashamed, and even It's panic.

Those "hell dogs" who claimed that they stepped on the two realms of yin and yang, brought death, fire and plague to the enemy country, and punished the enemy in the name of God, could not help but exclaimed crazy about the Japanese when they retreated.

But as for why these Japanese soldiers were so crazy, later generations have different opinions. The poison of the Bushido spirit and the so-called "Greater East Asia Holy War" right-wing heresy are everywhere. Only the madness of the Japanese army is the consensus of all researchers.

But if you want to ask whether there are troops as crazy as the Japanese in distant Europe, the answer may be, such as the situation Malashenko is encountering now.

An unknown SS officer of unknown rank picked up the MP40 submachine gun in his hand and led the team forward. Because of his presence, such a figure appeared inexplicably in the SS group that had already retreated like a tide. An army marching in the opposite direction, almost towards destruction.

The weapons in their hands were not sophisticated. There were several machine guns and dozens of broken rifles and submachine guns. When you looked around, there were almost only light weapons and no heavy weapons could be seen. If it must be considered a heavy weapon, the M24 long-handled grenade carried with him is probably the only thing that can be called a heavy weapon.

This small group of SS troops who knew that there were tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tiger mountains quickly attracted the attention of the Soviet army, which was launching a massive counterattack.

After all the surrounding SS troops from all directions were repelled or evacuated in a hurry, the dozens of SS troops entrenched in those several paragraph-shaped trenches and foxholes became the dominant force in Marathon. The last German armed force stationed in this position.

In line with the principle of not picking sesame seeds and losing watermelons, at this moment, all the Soviet field commanders and combatants holding command, including Malashenko, actually did not intend to pay attention to this small unit at the beginning, but planned to continue Pursue and bite another piece of flesh from the already hastily retreating SS troops.

But what happened next was quite unexpected.

The dozens of remnants of the SS entrenched in that small area as big as a palm seemed to be going crazy. The various guys in their hands were desperately firing in all directions regardless of ammunition consumption.

In the melee, the Red Army soldiers who had driven away the enemy and disrupted their formation were unable to dodge. In less than half a cigarette, dozens of them were knocked to the ground by the crazy firepower of this small German army.

The tanks that can provide real-time mobile bunker cover for the soldiers are still pressing behind them. The Red Army soldiers who were caught off guard by this unexpected and ferocious firepower were a little surprised to find that this group of German remnants, numbering only a few dozen people, actually temporarily prevented their own troops from continuing. Counterattack momentum.

It is very uneconomical to encircle and suppress this kind of desperate resistance with firepower without tank cover. Major Varosha, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, raised the iron rearview mirror he often used in Stalingrad and looked over the top of his head. The edge of the trench illuminated the location of the crazy group of SS soldiers.

Da da da--

Crack, plop, jingle--

"Asshole! These Germans are really looking for death!"

Major Varosha, who had just raised the magic weapon in his hand, had not had time to see clearly. Perhaps the reflection of the mirror attracted the attention of the SS machine gunner. Without saying a word, he immediately turned the muzzle of his gun and hit him all over with a barrage of machine gun barrage. come over.

Unfortunately, the source of the reflection was not a Soviet sniper aiming at someone. The SS machine gunner's subconscious reaction attack failed. However, the series of machine gun bullets still shattered the small artifact in Major Varosha's hand, making the plan to observe the enemy's situation before taking action completely miscalculated.

"What should we do? Comrade battalion commander, rush out and kill those Germans immediately!? Please give the order!"

A main company commander who had been following Major Varosha asked impatiently. He could only have the words "I can't wait to kill the Germans" engraved on his face, which was blackened by the flames of war. Such a vivid and expressive expression appeared on his face.

However, Major Varosha, who fought in the "human flesh processing factory" of Stalingrad for more than half a year and finally crawled out alive, didn't think so.

His countless battle experiences in Stalingrad's narrow escape told him that the closer it seems to be to a dilemma, the closer it is to the answer to the dilemma. Hope and despair always exist in opposition to each other, just like standing in front of a mirror. Like yourself, the larger the image in the mirror, the closer you are to the mirror and the reality that is within reach. There will be a last glimmer of hope at any time.

"There is no way to pass directly through the trenches and communication trenches. The positions chosen by those Germans are very tricky! If we charge directly, the losses will be too great! Suppress those Germans with firepower. When Comrade Brigade Commander and the others come over, our tanks will arrive soon! "

The current Patriotic War does not have as developed communication methods as the modern wars of later generations. Major Varosha came to this final conclusion without any communication, which made the company commander next to him feel a little confused. Didn't react.

"But, comrade battalion commander! The enemy is right in front of us, and they are running away! Can we just wait here for the tanks to come up in time?"

"I said it's too late, it's too late, the tanks will be here soon! Trust Comrade Brigade Commander, keep fighting! Hurry!"

Major Varosha, who did not want to see the unnecessary sacrifices of those who went forward one after another, decided to implement conservative tactics. Somewhat desperate, he placed all his hope and trust on his comrade, the brigade commander, firmly believing that his own tanks would soon rush up and open up the battlefield. Create a path to victory.