Chapter 928 Even if the Frenchman surrenders

Malashenko was secretly lamenting that he was lucky to have arranged the tigers of that company in advance. At the same time, he methodically directed Iushkin and the crews to continue to carry out massacres, but the German army five hundred meters away was The reinforcements were not so comfortable.

Before the German reinforcements arrived, they did not receive any reports that they would encounter such a group of monster-like new Russian heavy tanks.

It doesn’t matter if weak anti-armor weapons like Sanbalzi and Long-Three-Short Four cannot penetrate. What makes the German army most speechless and desperate is that even the long-barreled Panzer IV tank, which is relied on as the core pillar of anti-armor firepower, can’t attack those Russians. The heavy tanks are also at their wits' end.

Hitting an artillery shell on it is no different from hitting an armored plate with a rifle. Even the German infantry can see the bright traces left by their own armor-piercing bullets being bounced off by ricocheting bullets. After firing more than a dozen shots, they were stunned. Not a single Russian heavy tank was destroyed on the spot.

"We can't get through like this! Schmeisser! We are like pigs being sent to the slaughterhouse, and the Russians are stabbing our necks with sharpened razors!"

The original plan of using tanks as mobile bunkers to move forward was completely ruined.

One by one of the several Panzer III and IV tanks that rushed forward, they were all destroyed by one shot from the Russian heavy tanks on the opposite side, leaving only a pile of burning steel debris with black smoke rising, indicating that this place There were German tanks.

These Russian heavy tanks that madly slaughtered their own armored units were also merciless to the infantry.

The high-explosive grenades that were fired continuously did not seem to be too powerful, but they could not withstand the high density of firepower and the frequent firing.

A barrage of high-explosive grenades hit them in the face. Without the cover of tanks, the German infantrymen were like rats running around in the dust of the explosion, causing heavy casualties.

Some German soldiers who were shocked by the bombing fled to seek cover behind the wreckage of their own tanks that had been destroyed and were still burning.

Seeing the overcrowded German soldiers behind the tank wreckage, they ran toward the street buildings and even the ruins on both sides of the street, seeking to save their lives temporarily so that they would not die in vain.

It is pure stupidity to stay in the open and flat terrain without bunkers and wait to be bombarded. Therefore, it cannot be said that the German soldiers who took refuge in private were timid and fearful of fighting.

After all, the body is the capital of the revolution, so he is not afraid of running out of firewood, is he? Even if the Germans don't believe in the communist revolution, at least the principles are basically the same.

He was also driven into a small-fronted house on the street by the continuous direct-aimed shelling.

Major Schmeisser, who pushed open the door and walked in with his arms covered in paint, was sweating in pain and breathing heavily while being supported by a captain beside him.

A piece of projectile fragment the size of an adult man's palm was inserted into the upper end of his right arm near his shoulder. Major Schmeisser, who was helped to sit on a broken chair, put down the MP40 submachine gun he carried with him, and then He raised his other intact left arm and grasped the shrapnel that was inserted directly into the shoulder of his right arm.

"Uhhh!!!"

After mustering up the courage and strength to pull out, Major Schmeisser's brief but intense pain finally came to an end with a dull growl.

"You pulled it out yourself? It's unbelievable!"

The accompanying captain, holding a medical bandage in his hand, squatted down to bandage Major Schmeisser's wound urgently. While looking at the hideous wound with rotten blood and flesh extending outwards, he couldn't help but sigh. How could anyone hold back such a level of strength? Anyone who pulls out the shrapnel by himself due to severe pain can be called a strong man.

The sighs coming from beside him did not improve Major Schmeisser's mood at all. The firepower of the group of Russians on the opposite street was simply beyond imagination!

At the beginning, there were still a dozen German soldiers who rushed to a distance of 400 meters, braving the fierce firepower and alternate cover, intending to continue advancing.

But even though this charge distance of 400 meters was really not too far, the Russians on the opposite street took out at least a dozen or nearly twenty machine guns and fired intensively at their own side.

This kind of firepower is a bit exaggerated no matter how you describe it!

The frightened Major Schmeisser listened carefully and quickly distinguished that the fierce and loud sound was like a machine gun. It not only had the characteristic firing sound of the Russian rotary machine guns, but also the standard firing sound of his own MG34 machine gun. High-velocity gunfire.

The Russians opposite the Union still occupied simple bunkers and foxholes that were obviously dug manually and deliberately arranged. The furious Major Schmeisser immediately understood the whole story, and the group of Russians opposite were now Are we using our own weapons against our own people? No matter who this matter is brought to, it is guaranteed to cause evil to rise in an instant.

"Which idiot led the defense of such an important main street!? From the time the Russians started attacking to the time we arrived with reinforcements, it took at most twenty minutes. In less than twenty minutes, they were beaten like this by the Russians? Even if they surrendered, The French guys lined up for the Russians to catch, and they couldn’t catch them all in twenty minutes!”

Major Schmeisser, who was cursing and venting his anger, also knew that such a meaningless move would not have any effect. The most important thing at the moment was to think about what to do next. It would be better if he continued to be stuck at this intersection by the Russians. Not a solution.

The roar of gunfire from the intersection below was like a long warning bell ringing in my ears.

Knowing that he didn't have much time left, Captain Varosha led the assault team to speed up the attack rhythm. After crossing the corridor that was almost completely destroyed by the explosion, nearly two meters of the stairwell was completely suspended.

The Red Army soldiers worked hard to clean up the German soldiers who were blown to pieces on the third floor. Captain Varosha, who was at the front and led the team in person, shot out two Bobosha submachine guns. The drums were loaded with bullets, killing seven or eight German soldiers who were intent on resisting to the end.

The last German soldier, who was almost shot in the face, splashed something warm and red and white on Captain Varosha's face, which made Captain Varosha, who had experienced hundreds of battles, feel nauseated for a moment.

From the long list of prepared ammunition bags hanging on his butt, he took out the last fully loaded drum and replaced it with Poposa in his hand. Captain Varosha, who could feel the heat dissipation hole of the gun barrel getting hot through his gloves, raised his hand and wiped the German blood stained on his face, which blocked his vision, and then led the soldiers towards the final step. An attack was launched on the fourth floor.

"Don't worry about it so much! Lift the flamethrower up, aim it at the ceiling of the fourth floor and spray it directly! Burn these Germans to death!"