Chapter 1398 Misfortunes never come singly

"Comrade regiment leader, have you seen everything?"

"Ah, I saw it. Those Germans were beaten as badly as hammered beans. I have never seen them defeated so quickly. Never before."

Varosha told the first battalion commander that he would not easily get off the line of fire and take command from the rear. He had never done so in the past, and he certainly would not do so now. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

And Varosha not only dares to say it, but also dares to do it in practice. He continued to stay in the forward command post where the Germans had thrown grenades not long ago, holding a telescope and standing with his political commissar partner.

Varosha could clearly see the miserable appearance of the Germans who were rushed by the combat engineer battalion, like pigs that had broken through the pen and fled in all directions.

Soldiers holding new assault rifles in their hands are like creditors knocking on the door to collect debts. They hold the "debt collection tools" in their hands and shoot desperately at the enemies who are fleeing madly. However, this debt requires lives rather than money. to repay.

The German army, which was defeated after just one round of fighting, really couldn't hold on any longer!

Strictly speaking, this cannot be blamed on the German army's lack of firepower or lack of strong will to fight. In this era where automatic rifles are far from common equipment, an old-style army that still uses single-shot and bolt-action rifles confronts an army with an automatic rifle in a mid-to-close range battle, and wears clothes that are immune to charges. The elite of gun bulletproof protective equipment.

What will be the outcome of a battle based on such a comparison of equipment? Even an idiot with a bad brain can guess the outcome! The German soldiers who were almost beaten stupid felt that Maozi on the opposite side was like a god descending from the earth, and the fire stick in his hand was simply more powerful than a machine gun.

What? Are you saying you are still engaging in hand-to-hand combat at this time?

What a fart! In hand-to-hand combat with automatic fire, do you think you can't die fast enough or something? The wind is blowing!

The combat engineer battalion that had just entered the battlefield and came to support suddenly rushed to the front. Seeing the Germans being overwhelmed and retreating at an alarming speed, the soldiers of the ordinary battalion had their eyes widened and could hardly believe it.

Good guys, we tried our best to block the Germans for a long time without being able to kill them, but they were overwhelmed by just a few of you.

The guy in his hand suddenly looked like he had a machine gun in his hand. Not to mention, even the things he was wearing were the type that would not be envied. If we wear rags, others wear steel plates, the bullets will jingle and sparks will fly out, and they can't penetrate the flesh at all. It would be outrageous if the Germans could still block it.

"Comrades from the Combat Engineer Battalion are here to support us! Destroy the German fascists, Ulla!!!"

The reversal of offense and defense on the battlefield sometimes only happens in the blink of an eye. The Red Army, which a moment ago was struggling to resist the charge of the German infantry, suddenly turned from defense to offense. Under the orders of the battalion commanders, they rushed out of their respective battles. Position, following closely behind one's own combat engineer battalion, biting the German's tail and chasing after him directly.

After clearly seeing such a scene through the binoculars in his hand, Varosha, who finally looked a little relieved, managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Still worried about the tasks assigned to you by Comrade Division Commander?"

Just like the relationship between Malashenko and Petrov, Varosha and his partner, the political commissar, are also very close comrades and comrades, and they have already reached the point where they can talk about everything.

Therefore, Varosha told his partner, the political commissar, and revealed the relevant details regarding the task assigned to him by Malashenko to prove the actual combat value of the new assault rifle. The political commissar, who had guessed Varosha's psychological changes at this moment, blurted out the problem without concealing anything.

"How can I not worry? Look at the formation of the combat engineer battalion charge just now. The new guns in almost everyone's hands are running and firing all the time, and they keep firing."

"Before, I thought that if we could quickly deal with this group of enemies, maybe our ammunition reserves could be used to fight another low-intensity battle. Now it seems that I overthought and really underestimated this new assault rifle. The rate of fire. When this battle is over, I will be happy if there are still a few hundred bullets left. This is our entire ammunition reserve, and there is no more. "

The new assault rifle is very ferocious and can be called a battlefield artifact. Everyone who has seen this thing fire and roar on the shooting range obviously knows it well and needs no further explanation.

The terrible thing is that the bullets of this new gadget are not compatible with any previous small arms ammunition. They are longer than submachine gun bullets, shorter than rifle and machine gun bullets, and they are pointed. According to the comrade of the division commander, the scientific name of this thing is "intermediate power rifle ammunition", and it is truly an exclusive new ammunition that comes with the new assault rifle.

For reasons unknown even to Varosha, ammunition for this new intermediate-power rifle was extremely scarce.

The ammunition that comes with the new gun is only enough to sustain a high-intensity battle. If it is a particularly big battle and it drags on for a little longer, there may not be enough ammunition.

In addition, Malashenko earnestly told Varosha that he must make good use of these bullets and pick a battle that can prove the new assault rifle. This is the only opportunity.

Unless the actual combat value of the new assault rifles can be proven, it is very likely that they will never receive ammunition supplies in the future, and these new guns will naturally become useless fire sticks.

Such a situation has made Varosha feel a lot of pressure, unprecedentedly high. Even after witnessing the overwhelming one-sided battle, Varosha is still not sure whether this can satisfy the division commander. , it can be called a battle that can prove its actual combat value.

This kind of thing cannot be decided by oneself. The final answer can only be obtained after the teacher and comrade come to see it in person and give an evaluation.

Varosha felt as uneasy as a child who had just finished taking an exam. He really didn't know what his score would be. Only the political commissar who could see this situation asked the question just now.

"Actually, I think this battle was fought very well. Look, the Germans were beaten so hard that they could only run away without looking back. If they took a step slower, they would be killed by our soldiers. Unless they can get reinforcements, otherwise this battle will be impossible. We're going to win, and you'll even see these Germans surrendering after a while."

Evil things always happen when you least expect them. This truth is not only applicable to the distant future generations of the 21st century, but it is also very applicable to the current year of 1944.

For example, the Kraut reinforcements I just mentioned casually