Chapter 680 Death Station (1)

The sun rose in the early morning as usual, but it was not the soft and sweet voice of Natalya when he was in Moscow that called Malashenko, but the sound of voices in the surrounding blocks starting from the time of dawn. The sound of gunfire and gunfire echoed in my ears.

"Hey, I can hear you. Please speak. Yes, this is the train station."

"You can hear it at the No. 1 train station. What did you say? Please repeat! Block 13 was breached by the Germans?"

"Hello? This is Train Station No. 1, hello? Can anyone hear me?"

The telephone lines connecting the defenders in several surrounding blocks were almost out of service as soon as it started to get dark.

The German troops who had rested all night seemed like a group of ferocious wolves. The Soviet troops in several blocks were penetrated by the German troops before they could fully react.

Through the fierce battle in the city that lasted all day yesterday, the German army, which discovered some obvious problems, was also subtly changing its tactics.

Large-scale troops similar to field groups are rarely seen in cities anymore. Instead, they are often mechanized battle groups that mix multiple arms at the company and platoon levels.

The German army hit all the armored vehicles at hand and advanced frantically on many main roads and neighborhoods in the city towards the intended target location: the banks of the Volga River and the trestle connecting the north and south of the city.

The experienced German infantry relied on armored vehicles to serve as bunkers. After quickly clearing the Soviet defense forces blocking the main road, they then began to clear the buildings on both sides of the road.

The German soldiers who were babbling strangely captured the first floor and seized the stairway leading to the second floor. The Soviet infantrymen who stayed on the second floor and refused to come down picked up the Bobosha in their hands and headed downstairs without even looking. .

The German soldiers on the first floor couldn't even raise their heads due to the dense bullets that hit their heads and faces. The German soldiers who felt overwhelmed also tried to solve the problem by throwing grenades towards the second floor.

But what made the Germans even more annoyed was that these bold Russians were able to throw grenades back from the second floor almost every time. The German soldiers who captured the building did not eat their pork and were blown up by the grenades thrown back by the Soviet soldiers. Many people died and caused a lot of trouble. After repeated attempts to no avail, they could only use artillery to level the second floor and then start clearing it.

Similar situations are not just isolated cases. Wherever there are fierce battles between Soviet soldiers and German troops in the city, similar scenes will definitely be staged.

The brutal street fighting allowed veterans from both sides of the Soviet Union and Germany to quickly adapt to the huge changes brought about by the new battlefield and integrate into it, using all available advantages around them to try to counter their opponents.

It didn't take long for the German army, which had an absolute superiority in strength and a fierce offensive, to tear open the defense lines in several main blocks. Within a few hours, it quickly advanced the front to the first tactical target of the day: Stalingrad. around the train station.

Malashenko, who stayed in the train station and took command, learned from the phone that the German troops had reached less than a block from the train station.

The sound of gunfire coming from all around became increasingly deafening and approaching. Malashenko, who had a clear judgment on the battle situation, knew very well that the brutal battle for the train station was about to officially begin.

Malashenko felt a little unexpected, but at the same time it was reasonable.

The first troops to arrive at the train station were not the German ground troops, but three Stukas that came over to bomb the train station because they had not found the bombing target.

Perhaps they had guessed in advance that the Soviet army had deployed heavy defenses at the train station. The three Stukas loaded with bombs under their wings did not conduct a low-altitude dive attack, but controlled the bombing height to about 1,500 meters. The bomb was dropped directly towards the train station where the target was very obvious and would not move.

The small-caliber anti-aircraft artillery group deployed on the roof used full firepower to drive away these strange German birds. However, the airspace where the three Stukas were located was too high and none of the anti-aircraft shells accurately hit the enemy aircraft.

While gently swinging the control stick to avoid Soviet anti-aircraft fire in a small area, he gently pressed down the wings and temporarily pointed the nose downward. Seven or eight black iron bombs instantly detached from the Stuka's pylon with a sharp sharp tip. The whistling sound swooped down.

Malashenko, who was standing in the railway station courtyard watching the anti-aircraft gun fire, realized what was wrong and hurriedly jumped towards the nearest traffic ditch and rolled in like a lazy ass.

Following Malashenko's footsteps, the 500-kilogram aerial bomb hit the forecourt of the platform with great precision, releasing a powerful destructive force. The flying shrapnel and explosion shock wave blew several telecommunications poles and light poles into several pieces. Flying out more than ten meters away.

With his ears full of buzzing, Malashenko struggled to get up from the traffic trench. After shaking off the explosive soil covering his back, he immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine.

"Gan! Is this what the hell is over?"

After the three German Stukas dropped all their bombs at once, they immediately shook their wings and patted their butts and left without hesitation. The only bomb they dropped was a 500-kilogram bomb that detonated in the forecourt of the platform where Malashenko was. In addition to the level, the remaining few were thrown inside the train station and near the warehouse.

Although the explosion was very loud, it did not cause any casualties. Except for some pre-reinforced fortifications and positions, there were almost no Soviet troops stationed in the train station.

"The plane has left, and the German tanks are coming soon. Your mouth is full of dirt!"

Malashenko, who did not dare to delay, immediately climbed out of the traffic trench and quickly ran to the corner of the front yard where his car was parked.

Iushkin and others, who boarded the car before Malashenko, were already ready. Malashenko, who opened the top and jumped into the turret, immediately grabbed the radio transmitter and adjusted the channel before shouting.

"Lavery, can you hear me?"

"It's clear, I can hear it."

Seryosha, who turned back to look in his direction, gestured to start the car. Malashenko, still holding the microphone tightly in his hand, immediately continued to speak to Lavrinenko.

"The German ground troops should be coming soon. According to what we discussed last night, remember not to take the initiative. At most, treat the Germans outside the train station. We must remember that our troops are limited!"

Lavrinenko's car and the troops under his command were about 700 meters away from Malashenko on the south side of the platform.

It was not yet clear which neighborhood the Germans would break through. For the sake of safety, Malashenko divided the main force into two parts, commanded by himself and Lavrinenko respectively. Once the main breakthrough target of the Germans was determined, hundreds of It can support you immediately even from a distance of meters.