Chapter 882 Bridgehead Raid

The Don River Bridge connecting the north and south lines will definitely become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh that the Russians must capture. Only the party that controls the Don River Bridge can connect the forces on the north and south lines together. For the Russians, this means completely closing the encirclement.

Otherwise, the German army will always have a glimmer of hope to break through. Paulus, who has little ability and poor command skills, can clearly realize this by virtue of his high-ranking background.

The order to place explosives on the Don River Bridge and blow it up immediately if the situation goes bad was personally given by Paulus to the Karachi garrison, and now is the best time to execute Paulus's order.

Amidst the chaos of gunfire and gunfire, the order to blow up the bridge was received. Several panicked German soldiers were trying to escape from the machine gun bunker to get the matter done, but the bridge control room in front of them was a scene of flames. However, several people were stunned on the spot for a moment.

"The bridge control room was blown up by a Russian tank! The detonator is inside, we can't blow up the bridge now!"

Malashenko's guess was correct. The bare bridgehead was the only man-made building. Even a fool knew that the detonator was probably placed inside.

The IS1 heavy tanks, all turning their turrets, fired a few shots and turned the bridge control room into a coffin of flames. I don't know if the Germans had piled ammunition or gasoline in it. The blazing posture was obviously not a few 85mm rifles. As far as high-explosive bombs can be loaded, the fantasy of blowing up bridges has been completely said goodbye to the German army.

The German commander at the bridgehead who learned that the bombing of the bridge had become a mirror image, did not realize what to do next for a while. The Soviet heavy tanks roared across the bridge with full throttle, but they had already crushed the roadblocks across the bridge. , amidst the panicked shouts of a group of German soldiers, they bared their teeth and claws and fired.

The German commander, whose face was full of shock, could clearly see it.

The leading Soviet heavy tank had already lost the Air Force identification flag that had just been covered on the outside of the turret. After the red and black Nazi flag was blown away by the strong wind, the Soviet Guards logo and a red and white flag were hidden under it. The bear's head immediately appeared in front of the eyes, and the number 177 painted on the armor on the front of the car body was even more eye-catching.

This group of Russians actually used such a simple method to get past their own checkpoint. Those wearing M35 helmets, wearing German winter uniforms, holding MP40s and Mauser 98Ks in their hands were shouting "Ula" The camouflaged Soviet soldiers looked even more mocking.

The dark and windy night and the German army's own negligence eventually led to the tragedy before them. The first batch of mass-produced IS1 heavy tanks, which were recently put into actual combat and had never been seen by the German army, accidentally caught up with the tank that had just been launched during the day. A group of new German heavy tanks crossed the bridge at this perfect opportunity, catching the last train that was enough to get through.

Malashenko didn't know what kind of enemies would be waiting for him in the next battle. The only priority at the moment was to deal with the group of German infantry who had been beaten up and running around as soon as possible.

"Iushkin, report the ammunition you need and fire as you please! Seryosha drives the car towards the place where the Krauts are crowded, and clear this place as soon as possible!"

Before he finished speaking, Malashenko opened the turret hatch above his head and leaned out. He reached out to grab the 7mm Deshka heavy machine gun on the roof of the car. Malashenko immediately started splashing water wantonly, and there was a huge gunshot. It rains down a barrage of death on any German infantry within visible sight.

All Soviet infantrymen participating in the camouflage raid wore a red armband on their right arm as the only way to identify themselves and the enemy to avoid accidental damage. It was an identification mark that was worn immediately after taking it out of their pockets after the raid began.

But how effective this method can really be cannot be said clearly by Malashenko, the proposer of the method. In a chaotic situation, it can only be said that it is the best we can do.

The bridgehead here was on fire and turned into a mess. The shouts of killing were mixed with the sounds of gunfire and explosions.

On the other side of the bridgehead, Major Baker had just assembled his team and had already led his team to the other side of the bridge to prepare for the battle.

Major Baker, who was in the center of the team, estimated that he had just run less than a hundred meters away. The entire team was continuing to move forward near the center of the bridge when a steel roar accompanied by the sound of wind suddenly came from behind. , a shrieking shell exploded in the center of the team before Major Baker looked back.

boom--

"ah!!!"

The moment the explosion sounded, he felt as if he had been punched and flew backwards. His vision went dark. Major Baker struggled to get up from the ground with blurred consciousness. The first thing he saw was Half of his body was blown apart in front of his eyes.

"Ah - save me, save me, who will save me?"

Half of the German soldier, whose abdominal organs were hanging on the ground with a mass of bloody flesh and blood, had not finished speaking. His ferocious and desperate expression was completely frozen by the extremely cold temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero. The sight of his entire upper body leaning against the iron railings of the bridge, frozen in blood, while his lower body was missing, looked extremely horrifying.

Realizing that there were enemies coming from behind, Major Baker quickly stood up from the ground with the help of a soldier who came to help him, and then looked up in the direction of the bridgehead where he was on duty just now.

Lavrinenko, who no longer needed to hide anything, led the large troops of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade with their car lights on, and the roaring diesel engines even overcame the biting cold wind to occupy the absolute home court.

The scene of dozens of IS1 heavy tanks from the forward force charging together was hundreds of thousands of times more terrifying than the scene of a group of abyssal monsters rushing out of a dark fog.

What is surprising is that the fastest ones running at the front of the team are not these big IS1 heavy tanks, but the T70 Xiaoding directly under the brigade headquarters of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. These vehicles have been replaced with winter equipment. The little ones with crawler tracks and galloping across the snowy fields are far more maneuverable than the IS1.

The 45mm small cannon fired suppressively from a long distance away. It was not very powerful, but it hit the bridge with shrapnel flying everywhere. It really pinned a group of German infantry to the ground and scared them.

"Baker, it's the Russian army! We've been tricked, you'd better have a clear plan for the next step!"

The brain of Major Baker, who was also pinned to the ground and dared not move, was spinning rapidly. The classic philosophy of survival or destruction was once again testing people's hearts at this final moment of life and death.