Chapter 883 Are you looking for this?
It was a good idea to put down the weapons and immediately surrender. However, Major Baker, who had heard that life in the Russian prisoner-of-war camp was extremely difficult, did not think that he had to choose to surrender for the time being. He still had a way of retreat behind him.
"Don't worry about the Russian army. Hurry across the bridge and fight! We have planted explosives on the bridge. Crossing the bridge will be our victory! As long as we cross the bridge, we can blow up all these Russians!"
Major Baker, who could only hear the fierce gunfire, did not yet know that the control room of the bridgehead on the other side had been destroyed. The anxious Germans had no hope of blowing up the bridge now.
Major Baker, who made no resistance at all, led his group of men to run away at light speed without looking back. Such a scene made Lavrinenko, who personally led the team to kill, very angry.
"A bunch of gutless wimps!"
"All crews speed up, and the infantry is ready to dismount immediately at the bridgehead! Fire the main gun cautiously, be careful not to blow up the bridge!"
Fierce gunfire explosions resounded across the bridgehead on the other side. The flying shells and fragments even shattered several searchlights originally used for lighting.
The scene was almost completely dark with only the flickering of gunfire. Major Baker, who had no idea what the situation was like on the other side, had to judge on his own whether the war was in a tense state or was beneficial to his own side. The group of people who had just crossed the bridge The disguised Russians couldn't wipe out more than half of the infantry battalion so quickly, right?
"Everyone, speed up! Get ready to fight!"
Major Baker's loud shouts echoed in his ears. The rookie Duke, who was running fast after the veteran Fritz, seemed a little panicked. The hasty footsteps of his comrades beside him were like drums, beating in his heart. The little heart was beating so nervously.
"Fritz, Fritz! Wait for me and run slower, I can't keep up with you!"
Holding his Mauser 98K rifle, which was almost frozen into a popsicle, in his hand, he hurriedly ran. Duke, who had run less than a bridge, was already in a state of being out of breath, but he ran in Fritz, the veteran in front, didn't seem to care about Duke's feelings. He just ran fast by himself, and didn't even say a word in reply.
The fierce sound of gunfire coming from the darkness was getting closer. The veteran Fritz, who estimated that his visibility was no more than ten meters away, was secretly complaining, complaining about the moon that had just spread the cold and desolate moonlight all over the earth. Why is it hiding in the dark clouds again at this most critical moment?
Several destroyed cars, together with the bridgehead control room, sprayed out scorching firelight, illuminating the surrounding darkness and several dead bodies lying in the snow next to them. The orange-red jumping firelight on Shuang Mu's corpse with eyes wide open and a look of reluctance on his face looked particularly eye-catching against the surrounding snow.
The sound of gunfire that was still fierce just now suddenly stopped. Major Baker, who had arrived at the bridgehead and was preparing to fight with the guys, suddenly lost his target. This strange situation was obviously not what Major Baker expected.
"Why did the gunfire stop? Is it because the battle is over and those Russians have been eliminated?"
Major Baker, who was holding on to the roadblock bunker, knew that there was not much time left for him to hesitate. No matter who won the battle on the other side, which had gradually stopped and cooled down, he had to lead his team to cross the bridge as soon as possible. Then quickly find a spare detonator and blow up the damn bridge before the Russian army crosses the bridge!
"Forward, battle formation! No firing without my order!"
Major Baker, wanting to be on the safe side, issued an order that he would soon regret greatly.
Major Baker, who believed that his own forces were superior, chose to believe that the victorious side would be his own, and those Russians who pretended to cross the bridge must have been corpses lying on the ground, their entire army was wiped out, or they were outnumbered and surrendered. Only then did the resistance stop and the sound of gunfire ceased.
No matter what the result is, it can only be victory for one's own side. After thinking about it for a while, Major Baker is convinced of this. It is as natural and natural as taking what one deserves.
Hiding behind a bunker in the darkness with a Kraut's M35 steel helmet on his head, a young Red Army soldier who was urgently drafted into the army three months ago and transferred to the front line was a little nervous. He wore gloves and held the Kraut MP40 submachine gun tightly. His palms were already covered with sweat. It was really exciting to put on a German military uniform and conduct a disguised raid.
"Comrade Battalion Commander, why don't we open fire? Those Germans are already crossing the bridge."
The little soldier was lucky. Lying next to him less than a meter away was the commander of their infantry battalion, the same one who had been "deceived" by Malashenko without his knowledge earlier. , the infantry battalion commander Lima Wolf who led others to snatch the second Miss Dora.
He held a Bobosha submachine gun shell in his mouth as a decompression tool, grinding his teeth together. He has been fighting since the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War last year. He has grown from a low-level soldier to a German head step by step. Limavov, who has assumed the position of battalion commander, is undoubtedly a calm veteran with extremely rich combat experience and the ability to endure at critical moments.
Malashenko's words of personal order just after the battle were still echoing in his ears. Battalion Commander Limavov, who kept the order in mind, has been waiting for the last moment, waiting for all the German infantry to cross the bridge. The moment when there is no cover, they can all be knocked down in an instant.
The little soldier had given up hope when he saw no reply from his comrade, the battalion commander, but a sudden loud shout suddenly erupted when he least expected it.
"Now, fire! Fight!"
Dong dong dong——
Da da da--
boom--
Countless tongues of fierce flames instantly burst out from the darkness, instantly knocking down a large area of the German infantry who were just on guard with their guns. The grenade flew out of nowhere and was accurately thrown into the center of the crowd. The smoking M24 potato masher made a loud noise and blew up all the German troops approaching a squadron nearby.
Major Baker, who was caught off guard and hit a sap in the head, finally realized that the searchlights that seemed to be destroyed by the crossfire were intentional. The burning car wreckage around them illuminated the surroundings in the dark night. The same is true.
The German soldiers, whose eyes were completely dark, had no idea where the enemy was and were firing randomly based on their feelings. However, those camouflaged Russians in the darkness could clearly see their own position illuminated by the fire. This kind of one-sided battle was self-defeating. Hibiki had no chance of winning from the start.
"Damn it! Damn it! Fritz, come with me and find the spare detonator, quick!"
At this point, Major Baker no longer dares to hope that he can break through or fight out. His last duty as a soldier is driving him to find a spare detonator and blow up the entire Don River Bridge first.
The spare wire-guided detonator is placed on the first shore bridge pier under the bridgehead, in a very hidden secret door known only to a few garrison officers, in order to prevent the conductive wires in the bridge control room from malfunctioning. Or the emergency response measures reserved in case of wire damage, now is the best time to activate them.
Taking advantage of a break in the exchange of gunfire, he took Fritz, a veteran with whom he had a close personal relationship, and flew over the railings to the bridge. The first shoreside pier supporting the Don River Bridge was less than three meters away. Ten meters away, very close.
Major Baker, who desperately ran towards the bridge pier, only had time in his heart, and the last time left. Fritz, the veteran who followed him, was also like a frightened bird. While running, he kept looking back to see if there was any Russians. The man's pursuers came up, and the two of them were running wildly without noticing that four pairs of eyes were quietly staring at them in the darkness.
"Quick! The backup detonator is right here, Fritz, open the door and press the button!"
Fritz, the veteran who arrived under the bridge pier first, threw aside the weapon in his hand, found the secret door where the spare detonator was located according to where Major Baker pointed, and opened it instantly with a flick of his hand.
"How could this be like this?"
There is only an iron box left on the abrupt detonator. Pressing down on the key lever that can blow up the entire Don River Bridge in an instant is like a home key inserted in a keyhole. The key suddenly disappeared and disappeared.
When the stunned veteran Fritz and the hurried Major Fritz were stunned and speechless, a tall figure gently shook the dismantled joystick in his hand, the shadow behind the bridge pier that had never been noticed. dodge out of the middle.
"Wait a minute, you two, are you looking for this?"
