Chapter 1176 The Last Line of Defense

The Bobosha submachine gun is an extremely effective melee weapon, and no one who has used it has anything bad to say about it.

Not only the Soviet army is using it, but the German army will also throw away the MP40 in their hands to enjoy the fragrance after picking up such artifacts. Even in the Middle East battlefield in the 21st century, you can still see this veteran of many battles. The classic figure active at the forefront continues the 21st century love and hatred with STG44 in the sandy Middle East.

But nothing in this world is perfect, not even the fragrant Bobosha.

The fierce battle lasted for a while, and Major Varosha once again used up all the Bobosha ammunition he had just replenished. There were two spare full-loaded drums hanging on his butt and a drum on the gun that was ready to fire. , now it is empty, not a single shot left.

With the dangers surrounding those frightening moments in the past few times, the guard platoon leader responsible for Major Varosha's personal security no longer dared to let his comrade the battalion commander run around at will on the battlefield. Even if your gun is out of bullets and you use the excuse of picking up a gun, don't even think about running around unless you shoot me. This is the order given to me by Comrade Brigade Commander.

Major Varosha had no choice but to find a German MG42 general-purpose machine gun and use it as a submachine gun.

There is a saying that from a grassroots Red Army soldier to his current position, Major Varosha, who has grown up in the flames of war, can be regarded as a person who is proficient in light weapons.

We have seen various types of weapons on the battlefield, and there are many small weapons with good performance and characteristics, but Major Varosha only likes this new machine gun of the Germans.

This thing looks like a stick, but its ferocious firepower when you hold the trigger is simply staggering!

The gas valve is adjusted to the maximum firing rate of 1200 per minute, which can only be described as crazy. So when Major Varosha first used this machine gun, he was not used to saving ammunition. Pulling the trigger once was basically equivalent to changing a ammunition belt. . It wasn't until I became familiar with the performance that I began to understand a little bit about economy, and understood that the German machine gun had to be fired by gently pulling the trigger and firing it.

But this time, Major Varosha, who was "hunting for treasure" among the weapons dropped everywhere on the battlefield, obviously got lucky.

Now, the MG42 picked up by Major Varosha is a bit special. It is an anti-aircraft MG42 general-purpose machine gun that has been specially modified and different from the ordinary MG42 on the front line.

There are not many features, there are two in total.

One is to increase the maximum rate of fire to a maximum of 1,500 rounds per minute through the adjustment of the gas valve, and the other is to install a parallel double drum ammunition supply for continuous fire output, which is modified from the aircraft machine gun of the German Air Force and is somewhat similar in shape. In reference to a certain male body organ, some funny German soldiers gave this unique ammunition supply an elegant nickname: "Twin Eggs."

With this thing in his arms, Major Varosha opened the bipod and was able to set it up on the edge of the trench to unleash his firepower. Gunshots that were even crazier than common tearing machines were heard in succession, as if the entire ear no longer belonged to this world and could no longer hear any other sounds.

While the shells were flying wildly and spitting out, he didn't even hear anyone calling him from behind him. It wasn't until Major Varosha was suddenly hit on the buttocks and kicked by someone, that he suddenly responded with a confused and slightly annoyed expression. Over.

"Comrade Brigade Commander!? Why did you come here?"

When he took a closer look, the familiar figure in front of him turned out to be Malashenko. This was unexpected. Major Varosha immediately threw away the slight irritation he had just felt. He was even more concerned about why the brigade commander did not stay in the tank but ran to himself. Come here.

"You ask me? I also want to ask you why you didn't lead the battle properly and instead became a machine gunner. Is this what you should do?"

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When Malashenko said this, Major Varosha felt that it seemed to make sense. He had indeed forgotten a little about playing with the German machine gun.

Malashenko raised his head and glanced at the situation outside the trench, then looked at both sides, and found that the SS infantry was encircling and advancing in a crescent shape from the front and both wings, bit by bit eating away at the last few remaining soldiers. As far as the position is visible to the naked eye, there are scenes of desperate battles between soldiers and the enemy. Submachine guns and bayonets are killing almost simultaneously.

Major Varosha was just using the German gun in his hand to suppress the SS infantry trying to rush over from the front. Malashenko retracted his head in the trench and immediately faced Major Varosha. Correct color opening.

"Assemble comrades to retreat quickly and get closer to the core of the village! The deputy brigade commander and the others have been forced there by the Germans. If they get closer, at least the scope of defense can be reduced a little. If we continue to fight like this, they will soon be overrun by the Germans. Eat clean!”

Having the will to die in battle does not mean actively asking for death. Whenever there is an option other than death at hand, Malashenko will choose to try it, try his best to hold on until reinforcements arrive, and retreat to the core of the village for a last ditch effort. It is the only last option left at the moment.

"Understood, comrade brigade commander, but your tank"

Major Varosha was hesitant to speak. He seemed to have vaguely guessed the result but seemed to find it a little inconvenient to say it, or he didn't know how to speak in a suitable way. Correspondingly, Malashenko said A straightforward answer without thinking.

"The track is broken and was beaten to pieces by the Germans! Call your comrades to retreat immediately. Remember to do it in an orderly manner. There must be no chaos! Hurry up!"

"yes!"

42 minutes after the general offensive officially started, Malashenko, who led his troops in a desperate battle with the enemy, finally couldn't hold on anymore and had no choice but to lead the few remaining troops toward the final defense position: the core of the village. Retreat.

The SS, who had completely lost their skin, had no intention of suspending the offensive. Counting the time wasted in previous negotiations to persuade them to surrender, the hourglass of time on the SS side was running out. It was necessary to completely wipe out the last wave of stubborn resistance in front of them. The enemy must speed up.

The SS pursued them all the way behind, while Malashenko commanded the troops to retreat while fighting. The few tanks kept firing while in reverse, repelling the approaching enemy armored forces again and again. .

Under the relentless attack of artillery shells and bullets, Malashenko withdrew all the way to the edge of the core area of ​​the village. Only then did Malashenko enter the position with the support of friendly forces who had already set up defenses and started fighting. .

"Where is Deputy Brigadier Lavrinenko now? Where is Comrade Political Commissar? And how are the other people in the brigade now!?"

Malashenko grabbed a familiar-looking captain and asked him repeatedly. The captain in charge of brigade security had been so blackened and bloody in the brutal battle that even the hands used to hold the weapon were They were all covered with bandages and oozing with blood, but even so, they were still leading the few soldiers around them to keep fighting.

"Comrade Deputy Brigade Commander is directing the battle to the east, and Comrade Political Commissar is also there! Comrade Chief of Staff was seriously injured, the Communications Director and many staff officers were killed, and the small room at the brigade headquarters was directly hit by a German mortar shell! This is the situation. , Comrade Brigadier, please give me an order!"