Chapter 681 Death Station (2)

The time was 7:38 in the morning just after the three German Stukas had flown away.

With the sound of grinding steel tracks reaching his ears, the German offensive troops that Malashenko had been waiting for for a while finally appeared in sight.

"Two tanks, three assault guns, shoot the Long Nose No. 4 at the front first!"

The first batch of German troops that came out from the corner of the block was an infantry-tank coordinated force consisting of two Panzer IV tanks, three Panzer III assault gun Type F, and a total of about a hundred infantry.

After a day of fierce fighting yesterday, the German army summarized its experience and lessons at nightfall, and dispersed the field assault artillery battalion and assigned them to various assault units to serve as mobile bunkers and direct-aiming support firepower.

The barrels of the two Panzer IV tanks were matched with each other, one long and one short. Most of the German infantrymen who followed around them had automatic weapons and even Poposa submachine guns seized from unknown sources. The sharp-eyed Malashenko even looked at In the hands of a few cautious German soldiers following the assault gun, they were holding SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles that were rarely seen in Soviet infantry divisions.

Having just penetrated the last Soviet block defense line in front of the train station, this German assault team, which wasted no time and rushed towards the train station without stopping, looked a little embarrassed.

Some German soldiers who were only slightly injured but could not hold on to the firing line even had blood-stained bandages on their arms. Such a situation where some combat power had been consumed was exactly what Malashenko wanted to see.

"Don't fire yet, wait patiently until they get closer, so close that they can't turn around and hide in the street."

Malashenko, who was sitting in the commander's position behind Iushkin, patiently and softly gave orders. Since he decided to fight, he must try to eat up this German assault unit that was still unclear about the strength of the opponent. Fighting half and letting go half has never been Malashenko's usual style.

The German assault teams that came out from the corners of the block one after another were very vigilant.

The German infantry who had been following the armored units all the way forward dispersed in accordance with the search formation. The unusually wide spacing of the skirmishers was enough to minimize the damage caused by any unexpected machine gun fire.

The German soldiers who were moving carefully and walking at the front with their weapons in hand were as cautious as peeping rats looking around to see if there was a cat.

“Almost two hundred meters”

At the critical moment when Malashenko, who was holding his breath, was considering whether to order Iushkin to fire immediately, the long-barreled Panzer IV tank at the front was suddenly pushed open. The turret top cover drilled out. People.

Malashenko, who had already raised his hand in the air and was about to slap Iushkin on the shoulder and give the order to fire, instantly froze. What did this German commander, whose actions were so coquettish that Malashenko couldn't understand, want to do?

"Damn it, is this bitch crazy? Get out of the turret at this time?"

Holding the commander's periscope and staring intently at the German commander who had his upper body sticking out of the turret, Malashenko soon saw the arrogant German commander reaching out to call the man who was following his tank. A German infantryman, the way you talk to me seems to be explaining what tasks are assigned to the leader of the German infantry.

"Want to fight?"

Iushkin, whose right eye was pressed tightly against the main gun sight, was like a sculpture, motionless and throwing questions directly to Malashenko behind him.

Malashenko, who estimated that the German commander would no longer be able to pull off any tricks, was about to give a definite answer. Unexpectedly, a sharp gunshot suddenly sounded and interrupted the action first, echoing in the moment. The sky above the silent train station.

boom--

"Well"

A sniper placed on the roof of the waiting hall together with the anti-aircraft gun emplacement fired the first shot that started this brutal battle.

The Mosin-Nagant M1891/30 rifle with a PU 5x optical sight emitted blazing muzzle fire, and the 62X54mm rifle projectiles rushed out from the slender barrel with a spin-stabilized trajectory and flew straight towards the target.

The German commander who was bending down to talk to the commander of the infantry company next to the car was completely unaware of the rapid approach of death. The hot 62mm rifle bullet penetrated the military cap on the top of his head and shot straight into his temple, directly killing a good man's head in an instant. Hit a pair of piercings.

Like smashing a watermelon, the brain tissue was mixed with thick plasma and splashed down, all over the head and face of the infantry company commander who was caught off guard under the car.

The shocking clear gunshot echoed in the minds of all the surrounding creatures, and half of their heads were blown away by the powerful full-power rifle bullets. The German commander, who had no chance of survival, immediately tilted his head and died on the spot. , the body hung miserably outside the turret, letting the beaten and shredded brain tissue and sticky plasma flow downwards.

"Russian! Russian sharpshooter!"

"Train station! It's in the train station ahead!"

"Hidden! Hidden now!"

The opening gunshot was like a drop of ice water thrown into a boiling oil pan. Malashenko, who had no time to hold people accountable, immediately pressed down his right hand and patted Iushkin's shoulder, which was already on the launching pad. The right foot on the pedal immediately stepped down hard to make a roar.

boom--

Less than ten seconds after half of the head of this daring and unlucky German commander was blown off, an 85mm hooded armor-piercing grenade from Malashenko's No. 177 regimental command vehicle tore open the vehicle. The armor on the front of the hull of the No. 4 tank with the commander as its commander was poured into it.

The violent explosion of ammunition tore all destructible objects into pieces and scattered them in all directions. Some of the German soldiers who were frightened out of their wits by the sound of gunfire even had time to find a suitable bunker to hide themselves. They were unexpectedly hit in the face. The armor fragments that came tore through the flesh at extremely close range and took away their lives.

"Fire! Fire them all! Kill all these Krauts on the streets!"

Major Nikolayev, who had put on an eyepatch and could only see in one eye, shouted orders to the soldiers around him. Everything that could fire bullets was firing at the enemy who was only two hundred meters away. Fully open, the violent firepower like a storm made this group of German troops who were hit by unexpected blows temporarily lose their direction.

"The second one, aim at the assault gun next to it, kill this thing first!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Taste this! Fascist lackey!"

The German troops who had just launched a search formation in front of the train station did not expect that their opponents, the Russians, would hide dozens of tanks in the train station where they could not see them. They also did not expect that there would be so many tanks in this small train station. There will be such a heavy army waiting for them.