Chapter 1167 The Ultimate Death Battle (1)

Two hours is enough time to do a lot of things, including watching a movie, taking a nap, and eating hot pot. There is also a high possibility that those crazy SS maniacs who don’t care about losses can break through in front of them. This is a quiet little village position.

The onslaught regardless of the cost soon yielded ideal rewards. Malashenko, who already had a serious shortage of troops on hand, simply could not withstand such a crazy continuous attack.

The more than thirty tanks left seemed like a lot, but after they were evenly distributed to the positions in the four directions of the village, there were not many left.

Malashenko, who personally directed the battle in the west of the village, led the first tank battalion and tried their best, but still could not stop the rolling German black iron flow. The party rushed up against the fierce direct fire of Soviet heavy tanks. Guards tanks quickly broke into the position.

"Reverse! Don't let the enemy get close to us, keep your distance from them!"

Just relying on the momentum of those high-speed maneuvering SS medium tanks rushing up all the way, Malashenko could guess with his feet that these stupid SS troops were definitely planning to repeat their old tricks again. Stage a close assault battle.

The Stalin heavy tanks responsible for direct fire support began to reverse slowly, and the SS tanks that drove straight past the trenches in the dust were accelerating and charging.

The Red Army soldiers, who had lost the cover of direct anti-armor fire, were ready and knew what was going to happen next. The silver light of the bayonet hung above and below the gun head flashed, the shovel and sickle held tightly in the hand showed a cold light, and Bobosha's fully loaded bullets were already loaded into the barrel of the gun!

"Comrades! Smash the fascist invaders and defend the motherland! Ula!"

I don’t know which commander or political worker took the lead in jumping out of the trench and roaring. The Red Army soldiers whose heads had just been crushed by the enemy’s tank tracks also held the weapons in their hands and marched together. Jumped out of the trench.

A deafening battle cry immediately reached the ears of the SS Panzer Grenadier who had not yet had time to jump into the trenches.

U-la——

Waiting for the enemy to encroach on the trenches like yesterday's battle, a cruel battle that exhausted the will and flesh and blood, was not staged. Instead, it was an infantry charge led by Major Varosha himself.

Although the strength and attack range of this infantry charge were quite limited, it only moved the soldiers in the trenches slightly behind to the front line trenches at the forefront of the battle. But the high morale war cry that was mobilized at this moment still shocked the unprepared SS troops on the spot.

"Are the Russians crazy? What are they going to do!?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to die, shoot now!"

"Fire, fire, fire! Fight those Russians back!"

Only then did the SS realize that something was wrong with the situation and that the battle was completely different from what they expected. Only then did they try to use their automatic firepower advantage to fend off the enemy's charge.

But these SS soldiers forgot that it was they themselves who initiated the charge, not others, who took the initiative to close the distance with the enemy.

Now is the time for them, as the attackers, to invade the position and start a battle for position. The close combat environment is entirely subjectively created by themselves. Now if they want to use their strengths and avoid weaknesses and give full play to their advantages, they may regret it. That's too late.

Before the SS submachine gunner who raised his MP40 submachine gun had time to pull the trigger, the Red Army submachine gunner rushing at the front of the team fired the Bobosha submachine gun in his arms in advance.

A burst of water-splashing bullets fired at an extremely fast speed, and a burst of blood mist burst out from his chest. The SS submachine gunner, who felt that his whole body was heavier than lead, immediately fell on his back. There was no opportunity for suppressive firepower to be used in the last few dozen meters of charge, and it was already too late.

With a hoarse roar, he rushed in front of the enemy. The bayonet Mosin Nagant clenched in his hand took advantage of the situation and stabbed directly into the enemy's chest, causing blood to splash everywhere.

The SS Panzergrenadier with a ferocious face slowly fell down. Another SS soldier with a jammed submachine gun on the side turned the gun into a bat and swung it over, using the folding butt of the gun. The fierce force that was about to fly away knocked the Red Army soldier to the ground on the spot before he could draw out his bayonet.

The Red Army soldier, who was about to be smashed to the ground and fainted on the spot, struggled to get up before he could get up. The SS soldier who screamed strangely and pulled out the dagger from his waist immediately jumped on him, trying to kill his opponent. The two men representing different camps. People immediately struggled together, and it was destined that only one person would be able to get up from the ground alive in the end.

As soon as this bloody and cruel battle for position started, it entered a state of extreme deterioration at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those SS infantrymen who thought that with the assistance of armored units, they could quickly seize a small position and gain a foothold, waiting for the follow-up troops to arrive one after another and continue to expand the follow-up results, they soon discovered that they were so wrong. Outrageous.

Those Russians who are not afraid of death actually dare to launch a counterattack at this time!

The elite skeleton divisions, who were caught off guard in an instant, couldn't hold back their energy for a moment. Those Russians who couldn't help but come up and beat them in the face in close combat were like a group of unreasonable battlefield hooligans!

"Machine gun! Where is our machine gun! Shoot down those Russians quickly!"

"Help me! I'm surrounded, OMG!!!"

"Don't retreat! Hold this position, support will be here soon!"

The SS troops at the front were under tremendous pressure and casualties, and were almost on the verge of collapse.

The SS officers fighting with their soldiers were shouting loudly, trying their best to prevent the collapse of the building that was about to collapse.

The two infantrymen, who refused to give up on each other, were still fighting desperately. The Red Army soldiers who were squeezing the enemy's psychological and physical defenses bit by bit were about to make a breakthrough.

But at this moment, the second wave of German troops arrived with unimaginable support speed.

The commander of the Skeleton Division, who was under tremendous pressure from Hauser, risked his own glory, his own soldiers, and everything he owned. He devoted all his remaining strength to the man who was about to be submerged in the black iron. In a small village in the middle of the stream.

The SDKFZ 251 half-track vehicle, which was holding down the accelerator all the way, was holding steady, while the MG42 tearing machine set up on the roof of the convertible was suppressing and firing like crazy.

More SS infantrymen who kicked open the car door filed out from the rear of the car, picked up the thing in their hands and rushed directly to the battlefield in front of them with the support of machine gun suppression fire. The scale of the battle once again began to shake violently in the direction of Germany.