One Thousand and Forty-Eight Invisible Artillery

Beside the outer wall of a small railway station, a German soldier poked his head out cautiously, and the Soviet soldier in front of him was also cautiously moving in the direction. The distance between the two was not far away, so they shrunk almost at the same time. Back to his head. Please search ()! The fastest-updated novel Observing the enemy's situation on the battlefield is a very desperate thing, so everyone is very cautious. Just behind the Germans who retracted their heads, a machine gun team composed of two German gunners had already mounted the MG42 machine gun in their hands on an overturned carriage. Here, through the straw and the collapsed low wall, you can have a relatively good shooting angle. Farther away, more than a dozen German soldiers aimed their Mauser 98K rifles at their enemies, relying on the messy weeds and scattered rubble as cover, their actions did not seem to arouse the enemy's attention. Too much attention. The infantry is almost ready, and the battle may suddenly break out at any time. "What?" The platoon leader who helped the machine gun team carry the ammunition box asked the soldier who was just in charge of the investigation while putting the ammunition box by his feet. He needs to understand the situation on the other side, so that he can make a more correct judgment as much as possible under the chaotic situation for a while. Pointing to a certain place on the outer wall, the soldier replied: "They are in this direction, and there are bunkers piled with sandbags in this direction. I fired a Maxim heavy machine gun, and then I was discovered. So I have to retreat." "It's crossfire, and their defense is focused on the north..." The platoon leader nodded, and from the little information, he analyzed the basic defense situation of the Soviets. It was impossible for them to focus their defense on the west, because on the Baku plain, the approach of German armored forces from the north had already been confirmed. Therefore, even if this Soviet defense force has heavier firepower, it should be deployed in the north direction. Of course, the war has reached this point in time, and if the Soviets could not learn to arrange machine gun cover for their flanks, they would have died on the front battlefield a long time ago. So the platoon leader easily judged that this machine gun position was a flank line of defense covering the front line of defense, not the main position of the Soviets in the entire small station. "There are at least 100 people. This is troublesome. There are only 75 unlucky people on our side." The platoon leader smiled wryly, and then sketched out the location of the Soviet positions on a piece of white paper. Then he handed this piece of paper to the soldier who was in charge of the investigation just now, and said softly: "Send this piece of paper to the company headquarters, and the others are ready to attack." There are rules on the battlefield. Every time the person in charge of investigation, After the war, they will be assigned some relatively safe communication tasks. This is the basic way for a grassroots commander to lead troops: assign tasks as fairly as possible. Then change to another person next time, and the cycle continues like this. Of course, most commanders like to let recruits perform some dangerous missions when new recruits come in. This is a kind of preferential treatment for veterans, and it is regarded as an unspoken rule in the battlefield-this is why the casualty rate of recruits is high. Another reason is not less, after all, veterans are more precious in a sense. "Get ready to attack! Everyone pack up their ammunition!" The platoon leader assigned the cover team and offensive troops for a while, and then began to check the ammunition of their weapons. When they attack, they usually put their luggage and The burden is thrown on the company headquarters, and only combat items are carried on the body. In terms of appearance, the German troops are basically no different from the beggars on the streets of Berlin. Some of them wear camouflage blouses with holes exposed, and some wear Wehrmacht autumn clothes with frayed cuffs. Wearing tactical vests and a few with the most primitive arming belts. The company headquarters just issued an attack order, because not far away, the German tank troops had already started a frontal attack. They want to disrupt the position of the Soviet army from the side, so as to reduce the pressure on the armored forces. Most of these soldiers were recruits who knew nothing when they went into battle in the Crimea.

But after going through the baptism of war for several months, they are now considered qualified battlefield elites. The gunshots on the frontal battlefield had already sounded. On the Soviet position, a concealed self-propelled anti-tank gun opened fire suddenly. The huge explosion made all the German soldiers behind the outer wall lower their bodies involuntarily. Everything they were familiar with appeared in front of them again, and all the chaos and destruction here were in their familiar rhythm. "3, 2, 1 attack!" The platoon leader shouted the offensive slogan loudly, and the MG42 machine gun over there began to shoot out tongues of flame. The bullets skimmed over the weeds in the rubble, knocking the leaves of those grasses into the air. The tracer bullets rushed out of the grass and flew to the other side of several railroad tracks, hitting the piled up sandbags with a popping sound. The Soviets have just discovered that the German army has appeared on their flanks, and they have made all possible preparations, hoping to rely on their own strength to suppress the threat from the flank. So one second after the German army opened fire, the ready Soviet army also began to fight back violently. The Maxim heavy machine gun seems to be inferior to the MG42 machine gun equipped in Germany in terms of mobility and instant rate of fire, but it is a classic heavy machine gun after all, and it is indeed better than the MG42 machine gun in terms of shooting stability and continuity. But compared to the shooting density of other weapons, the Soviet side has no advantage at all. Although the ** sand submachine gun is good, it is given priority to the front lines of Moscow and Kursk. There is indeed no large-scale equipment in Baku. An occasional submachine gun can't change the balance of firepower between the two sides at all. Compared with the Mauser 98K, the Mosin Nagant rifle can only be regarded as half a catty. It is a pity that the German army is equipped with a large number of MP-44 assault rifles and G43 semi-automatic rifles. The vitality and density advantages formed by these weapons cannot be offset by the Soviet Union. Therefore, although the German army does not have an advantage in the firepower of heavy machine guns on fixed positions, the Germans have obvious advantages in other aspects. It was just a matter of a moment, and the bullets fired by the German army were obviously more than that of the Soviet side. Several German soldiers tried to rush into the train station through the gap in the outer wall. One soldier was shot and fell to the ground, but the rest succeeded. They opened the breach, allowing the Germans to effectively launch their attack formation. "Ammunition!" On the side of the machine gun team, the deputy shooter opened the last box of ammunition beside him, then pulled out the ammunition belt inside and pressed it into the barrel of the MG42 machine gun, while shouting loudly to the friendly soldiers behind him. A recruit carrying a Mauser rifle ran quickly behind the overturned carriage with an ammunition box, and sent the ammunition to the machine gun cover position that was in urgent need of replenishment. Bullets are flying everywhere, this kind of running is actually not safe, but in a place like the battlefield, the so-called safety may be the last thing you can pursue. "Thank you!" The deputy shooter held the ammunition belt with both hands, so that the bullets could be drawn into the machine gun more smoothly, and before he could turn his head, he shouted to the recruit who delivered the bullets behind him. "You're welcome!" The recruit replied subconsciously, and then he was hit in the face by a flying bullet, and fell to the ground with a bang, before he even had time to struggle, there was no more sound . The deputy shooter seemed to sense something, turned around to the recruit who had just fallen to the ground, shrunk his neck, and then slowly straightened his head. No pity or sympathy, because this happens every day, and if anyone in a place like this feels sentimental, it's really asking for trouble. "Company commander, why are you here?" Leaning against a ditch behind the low wall, the platoon leader who had just emptied the ammunition in the chamber and was loading the G43 automatic rifle in his hand, with The officer who came over from the radio station. He didn't stop what he was doing, and asked while loading. "The attack of the frontal tank troops was blocked. The Soviets hid a large-caliber anti-tank gun here, and it may also be a self-propelled anti-tank gun. Anyway, one of our Panther tanks was destroyed, and all attacks were forced. Stopped." Holding his helmet with one hand and his body with the other, the company commander said: "The order from the battalion headquarters, let us find the artillery and provide its corresponding location." "In that building What kind of equipment are we, but we can hear the sound of it firing!" The platoon leader pointed to the building on the other side of the small station in the distance from the gap in the collapsed wall, and reported to his company commander: " The sound is loud, louder than a 76mm anti-tank gun." "Okay, me." The company commander retracted his head, and he didn't want to put his head in this chaotic situation. On the edge of a relatively dangerous gap in the low wall. No one does not cherish their own lives, even on the battlefield where they may die at any time. "Hello, I'm Arthur... Arthur of the first company! The cannon is behind the red building, behind the red brick building. Yes, we have it here, but you can hear it from the sound. Behind that building!" Then the company commander grabbed the phone and loudly reported the situation on the battlefield that could be obtained here. "Boom!" A shell flew from the front position of the German army, and bombarded the upper edge of the roof of the red building. Half of the roof and a corner of the building were bombed down, and the rubble There were also glass splatters everywhere. The strong vibration could be felt as far as the German position, and all the German soldiers squinted their eyes and stabilized the helmets on their heads. This book is from /