Chapter 695 Pressurized Injection
The Soviet troops involved in the counter-offensive were arriving in increasing numbers. The German division commander, who was only surrounded by divisional security troops and an infantry battalion for defense, was frightened by the sudden burst of gunfire.
His troops had just been repelled by the Soviet army, Malashenko and his party, who had fled to the opposite platform. They suffered a lot of casualties and were resting and preparing for the next wave of attacks.
The area of Stalingrad No. 1 Railway Station is not very large, but the German division commander has set up the southern area of the forward division headquarters, the last area northeast of the railway station where Malashenko is guarding at this moment. A straight line distance of more than two kilometers is close to three kilometers.
In normal times, these two or three kilometers were nothing, but the sudden and fierce Soviet counterattack almost killed the panicked German division commander in this short distance of two or three kilometers.
While hastily calling for immediate reinforcements from his troops, he ordered the division headquarters guard and the reserve team of that battalion to hold on to the defense line. Division Commander Cherchenkov, who didn't even know that he was in front of the German forward division headquarters, was still making a fierce assault, but his purpose was But it was just to have an early round with Malashenko.
In front of the position, waves of Soviet infantry charges almost crushed the German army's will to fight.
"Russians, Russians are on the left! Suppress them with machine guns!"
"Oh my God, the right side is coming too! There are just too many Russians. Damn it, I'm out of bullets!"
"Auxiliary shooter, I need a second shooter! Where is the assistant shooter?! Damn it!"
Ula————
The hand-to-hand encounter at a distance of 200 meters was due to the overlapping factors of the German army's lack of preparation and the Soviet army's concentrated superior forces in a fierce charge, and it soon evolved into a flashing close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.
He picked up all the melee weapons he could use and threw them at the Nazi invaders.
Due to excessive force, the butt of the Mosin-Nagant rifle was snapped off. The soldier immediately put down the weapon in his hand, and pulled out the light gun from the waist of the German corpse whose whole head was turned into paste by himself. It was an engineering shovel that looked quite easy to use. After weighing it in my hand, I felt it was quite comfortable. I immediately shouted and rushed towards the next target with the weapon raised high.
The security forces responsible for protecting the division's security are quite well-equipped.
Seeing that the comrade in the infantry battalion who was resisting in front had been disrupted by the Soviet troops rushing into the position, and the defense line was on the verge of collapse. The guard troops who were covering the emergency evacuation of the division commander immediately separated a platoon of troops to support the battle, carrying weapons in their hands. The F 41 double barrel flamethrower is enough to scare the bravest soldiers.
This kind of flamethrower, which had already shined in the previous battle of Sevastopol, became the savior of the German army. The flamethrower carrying a huge fuel tank on his back picked up the nozzle in his hand and pointed it at the person in front of him. The Soviet troops within easy reach were swept away.
The blazing fire dragon spurted out from the nozzle and instantly swept across the 60-degree fan-shaped area in front. The Red Army soldiers who were hit by the flamethrower within a close range of less than 20 meters let out a tragic and shrill scream on the spot and immediately threw them away. He dropped the weapon and threw himself to the ground, rolling around wildly in an attempt to extinguish the flames on his body.
The professionally trained German flamethrowers continued to advance steadily under the protection of the submachine gunners beside them. Four groups of flamethrowers with a face-to-face killing range suddenly stopped their decline when they suddenly joined the battle, and they fought hard on the battlefield. The sky was immediately filled with the most miserable and painful screams in the world that were devoured by tongues of fire.
Being blocked by the German flamethrowers was only a temporary situation. After stabilizing their position, the Soviet army immediately took countermeasures and began to counterattack these German flamethrower teams.
The Soviet army, which is also equipped with and uses flame weapons, knows how to counter such weapons. The range of up to thirty meters is the biggest shortcoming and shortcoming of individual flamethrowers.
The Soviet submachine gunners, who originally focused on fighting the Germans in close combat, turned their guns. The powerful firepower of more than a dozen Bobosha submachine guns hit the fast-moving enemy at a distance of more than fifty meters. German flamethrower team advancing forward.
The fierce firepower made it difficult for the German flamethrowers, who were carrying heavy flamethrowers and had difficulty maneuvering, to immediately bend down and find a nearby bunker to escape when they were out of reach.
However, people are often prone to troubles under huge environmental pressure. The greater the pressure, the greater the unexpected troubles.
A German flamethrower who couldn't find a bunker for a while lay down on the ground like an ostrich, hoping that a small pit on the ground that looked like a cluster grenade would allow him to escape.
This German flamethrower had a good idea. He was already on the lower side and could indeed hide his body completely after lying down in this small pit.
But the German flamethrower forgot one thing in his panic. He was also carrying a large metal fuel tank on his back that had only fired most of the remaining fuel twice.
The Red Army soldiers who spotted this conspicuous large jar immediately focused their weapons on it and fired at it.
Although the safety of the fuel tank was taken into consideration at the beginning of the design and the tank body was thickened to withstand ordinary small arms fire, the German flamethrower was extremely unlucky at this moment to lay down on the top of the fuel cylinder. He was directly exposed to the intensive barrage fire from the Soviet army.
When the Germans designed the fuel tank, they never considered that bullets falling from the sky would penetrate the lid of the cylinder. However, this unlucky German flamethrower achieved factors that the German designers did not consider by lying down.
The thin steel cylinder lid without any reinforcement measures was directly penetrated by a 62X54 mm rifle bullet. Due to the instantaneous loss of pressure, the nitrogen-containing compressed air directly spurted the remaining liquid fuel in the tank out from the bullet hole.
The remaining bullets that followed hit the metal can, emitting a burst of hot sparks. The high-pressure liquid fuel injection column that continued to spray outwards was instantly ignited, turning directly into a galloping fire dragon.
The German flamethrower, who was panicking and trying to get rid of the burning time bomb, had just stood up. The powerful and uncontrollable leaking pressure directly caused him to lose his body balance and instantly fell backwards.
The flying fire dragon not only burned the head of the unlucky German flamethrower into a pile of coke at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the dozen or so German soldiers standing behind him also threw themselves backwards because of his loss of balance. He was implicated and suffered disaster due to his actions, and the shrill and painful screams of his whole body on fire resounded through the German positions for a while.
Americans once said that a grenade is no longer your friend when its tab is pulled out.
Likewise, the leaked flamethrower who was set on fire is no longer your comrade to a certain extent.
