Four Hundred and Sixty Highway

"Boom!" The cannon on the tank turret roared again, spraying a very ugly looking spring camouflage. Even the numbers on the turret of this German Tiger tank are somewhat unclear, but if someone Relying on careful identification at close range, the number 113 can still be seen.

This tank used to be the number one tank ace of the German army. The number of enemy tanks destroyed was almost enough to equip a tank reinforcement battalion, and the commander of this tank was a ruthless killing machine. long track record.

"About 910 meters! A KV-1 heavy tank! Hit! Completely destroy the target!" He shouted loudly: "Armor-piercing shells, reload. Alice... Be careful of the infantry in front! They are firing at me!"

Just as he directed the tank to continue firing, a bullet hit the hatch of the tank behind him, splashing sparks. The frontal Soviet troops were firing in his direction, and some Soviet soldiers were raising their guns to aim and shoot.

"I'm reloading! Wait a minute!" Alice pressed the ammunition chain into the barrel, pulled the bolt with a bang, and then re-aimed at the Soviet infantry in front: "Okay! Leave the front to me!" She While talking, he fired the machine gun, and the bullets rained out, knocking down the Soviet infantry more than two meters away from the front.

Then Alice began to press the machine gun to swing sideways, and the dense G4 machine gun bullets swept across into a fan. Dozens of Soviet soldiers in this fan were knocked down on the ground, and the opponent's firepower was immediately suppressed.

Ren poked his head out and continued to observe the movement of the Soviet troops in the distance. The outflanking of the Soviet Red Army's two wings had obviously failed. About 20 Soviet tanks in one direction were paralyzed by the woods with thick smoke, and there was not a single Soviet tank. Tanks are able to drive over and off the bus. Of course the Soviet infantry did cross the park, but they were overwhelmed by the machine guns of several tanks and had lost almost 200 men.

This little asphalt horse, which the Germans called No. 9, became the cemetery of Soviet tanks. The wreckage of these Soviet tanks was smoking and burning, making this place look like hell. If you add the corpses of Soviet Red Army infantry lying on the ground, the Soviet army has paid a heavy price for advancing only two kilometers.

"Marcus! Turn on the smoke, and the wings will retreat first. Bowman! Continue to reverse, and turn after leaving the battle! 115 and 114 go first." Rennes roughly estimated the time while commanding the battle. He felt that with the previous experience, the Soviet bombardment should come earlier this time, so he decisively issued an order to retreat.

Marcus was not joking this time. The smoke generator on his tank immediately spewed thick white smoke, and it took only a dozen seconds to submerge his tank in the smoke. Once they started their retreat, but after two consecutive snipe shots, they got the record of about 45 enemy tanks belonging to their company.

"Boom!" Sure enough, not long after their tanks started to retreat, the first shell from the Soviet artillery landed on the position of the original German tank, only a few tens of meters away from the last No. 111 tank that started to retreat. . However, the Soviet artillery obviously did not carry out extended shooting, and the shells fell densely near the German ambush position.

"Ren! Your feeling is really accurate now." The commander of the No. 114 tank looked at the enemy shells falling one after another at a distance of ten meters behind him, and couldn't help sighing: "I admire more and more is you."

"So I quit the company commander and came here to be his subordinate." Marcus laughed happily, as if the other party was praising him.

"Bowman. Check the fuel remaining." Ignoring everyone's jokes and flattery, Renn suddenly spoke on the shaking tank.

"It's still half way." Soon, the driver Bowman replied.

"All turn around, let's call back!" Ren smiled, pressed the throat talker and said: "Did you see that small forest, go there and rest for fifteen minutes, and add the spare barrel of oil to the tank. , and then began to fight back."

"I knew it! It's absolutely exciting to follow you!" Marcus laughed loudly from the side, fearing that there would be fewer things to do.

Soon, with the roar of the engine, five German Tiger tanks returned to the vicinity of the park, where they collided with the remnants of the 1st Soviet Guards Tank Regiment, which was resting.

When the exhausted Soviet soldiers watched in horror as five German tanks jumped over the fence and the low wall, rushed out of the rice field, and rushed into the Soviet tank station that had just stopped to rest, they finally knew that they were in the eyes of the German tanks. How childish is it?

No scouts and reconnaissance posts were sent out. The Soviet attacking troops did not expect the German tanks to return. Most of the Soviet tankers left the tanks to go to the toilet and cook. This unit did not even have a tank in charge of security. Everyone, including the leader, was defenseless.

So a massacre of German tanks began like this. When Renn received a call from the radio ordering him to evacuate the battlefield and hand over the front to the strengthened German grenadiers, he and his 5 tanks had already He returned to the vicinity of the public again and destroyed 29 Soviet tanks.

In this battle known as the Battle of Duke No. 9, 5 German Tiger tanks used the most classic tactical arrangements to destroy 74 tanks of the Soviet offensive force. The entire Teaching 1 Company destroyed almost 15 tanks per tank on average.

In this battle, the German armored units first set up an ambush in the forest area, and after the ambush, the Soviet armored units retreated quickly, and set up an ambush again near No. Ambush the position and lost a lot of troops.

Then Rennes retreated decisively, and then unexpectedly led the only five Tiger tanks to make a bold counterattack, which caught the Soviet troops who thought the Germans were retreating and ambushing them again, and were caught off guard by the German armor, which had always been at a disadvantage. The troops repelled, not to mention heavy losses, and also gave up the already occupied Gonghe and nearby areas.

From this battle, it can be clearly seen that the experience gap between the 502 Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion and the 1st Soviet Guards Tank Regiment, both the most elite troops on both sides, was still very large, although the Soviet troops suffered heavy losses in the battle Still not defeated, showing a very high fighting determination, but in front of the experienced German army, it just increased casualties in vain.

The battle was reported to the front-line high command by the Soviet Union's elite 1st Guards Tank Army, and Khrushchev was excited for a while because he finally found the location of the elite German armored unit. He ordered the nearby Guards 1st Tank Army and 3rd Tank Army to pour into the rear of the German position to find the driver of the main German force for a decisive battle.

On the evening of April 6th, there was still no peace in the position after a day of fierce fighting. The Soviet troops took advantage of the fact that the German air force could not be dispatched at night, and set off an offensive. Thousands of them poured into the German positions that had broken through, hoping to Expanding these breakthroughs, it was discovered that the German troops on both wings seemed to have been prepared. After several hours of fighting, the Soviet Red Army did not expand the breakthroughs at all.

But at this moment, on the combat map of the Soviet frontline headquarters, the German defensive positions presented before Khrushchev's eyes became more and more regular and terrifying. On the entire preset defensive position, regular criss-crossing shapes similar to city wall crenels began to appear. Only then did Khrushchev realize that the German position he had broken through in the early stage might have been deliberately given up to him by his opponent.

"How could their defensive positions be shaped like this?" Khrushchev muttered to himself looking at the map.

"Political commissar... If we enter these troops in the opponent's position, if the opponent starts to encircle from the two wings." A general remonstrated from the side.

"This..." Khrushchev clenched his fists, as if he was struggling in his heart. He didn't want to give up the positions he had captured, and he didn't want to admit that his attack would come back in vain.

But he is still afraid after all. He is afraid that his wrong decision will cause fatal losses to the main force of the Red Army. You must know that the troops in his hands are the elite troops that the Soviet Union has accumulated for many years. If they are lost on the front line, he will go back to Moscow to estimate Will be eaten alive by Stalin.

Therefore, Khrushchev sent a telegram to Stalin overnight, hoping that Stalin could give him some advice and shirk some responsibility, so that he would not be too passive when problems arise in the future. .

Of course, Khrushchev also issued an order at the same time that the troops will begin to retreat in the early hours of tomorrow and build fortifications on both sides of the existing occupied area to ensure that their troops will not be encircled and wiped out by the German army. And during this long second half of the night, Khrushchev decided to keep the offensive and see if some progress could be made, proving that the strange shape of the defensive position was actually just a coincidence?

Therefore, in the dark night, Soviet soldiers and front-line commanders are waiting for the early morning, because they can make a limited retreat once the early morning arrives, making their dangerous flanks safer; the German troops are also waiting for the dawn, because according to the The pre-planned counterattack plan, the dawn of dawn, is their clarion call to counter the invaders.

On the long night of April 6, everyone was waiting for the first ray of dawn in the morning, waiting for the moment to decide their fate.