Eight Hundred and Fourteen Are the Best

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Yes, it's just the beginning. German paratroopers have a wealth of infantry experience against armored forces, but they are still stretched in the face of the Soviet armor torrent. The tank density of the Soviet Union was similar to that of Germany, or they were forced to maintain such a density by the German armored forces, so this also allowed the German paratroopers to collide head-on with a "German level" armored attack.

After the anti-aircraft gun that fired at the Soviet tank from the side turned its muzzle and destroyed the second T-34 tank accompanying the Soviet attack, the Soviet tanker opened fire and destroyed the messy anti-aircraft gun. The good news is that after such a mess, the Soviet tanks began to lose touch with the infantry, and the Germans had more opportunities to attack. The bad news is that the second wave of Soviet attacks followed.

"Boom!" A 75mm caliber anti-aircraft gun that was parachuted along with the paratroopers suddenly opened fire in the concealed fortification. A T-34 tank that was too close was pierced by the shell and exploded into a ball of gorgeous flames. . Its wreckage emitted thick smoke, blocking the sight of other Soviet tanks. The German artillery began to reload quickly, and then waited for the other tanks of the opponent to come up to die.

As the night drew closer, the battle became more bloody and intense. The German positions were being compressed bit by bit, and more and more positions were reoccupied by the Soviets. However, the casualties of the Soviet Union were also very heavy. They were almost filling up the foxholes and trenches dug by the German army with corpses. Almost every inch of advance required the lives of many soldiers.

On the German side, it wasn't all smooth sailing, and even Borol has now started planning how to blow up the railway bridge behind him. The German soldiers were forced to use individual anti-tank tactics within just 40 minutes after the start of the war. In other words, they used soldiers to approach tanks to destroy such behemoths. This tactic was extremely costly and caused the German casualties to skyrocket.

At the beginning, it was able to effectively curb the attrition of personnel, and many wounded soldiers could even be sent across the bridge to the field hospital opposite for treatment. However, in the increasingly fierce battles, the German army gradually had no extra energy to waste on trivial matters such as transporting the wounded, so the German wounded soldiers on the entire battlefield were basically ignored.

Many wounded soldiers were forced to fire grenades and died together with the approaching enemies, and some of them just lay quietly, and then were bayoneted or shot to death by the Soviets who rushed up. In short, there are no prisoners in the battle here. Everyone is fighting for the important bridge with an attitude of death and death.

Boroll's battalion has lost 77 soldiers. According to the casualty ratio, he has lost one-seventh of his troops. Under normal circumstances, his troops should have collapsed long ago. But the paratrooper battalion still stood firm on the ground, using their bodies to face more and more Soviet tanks.

Compared with Damanhur, the bridgehead of this bridge is the real hell. After all, there is still a certain gap between the quality of US tanks and the Soviet Stalin tanks, and the US military is not as desperate as the Soviets, so overwhelming. attack.

The battalion headquarters had run out of mortar shells, and to his despair, even the anti-tank team had run out of ammunition. The two towed 75mm short-barreled anti-aircraft guns have also been destroyed by the Soviet army, and they have fewer and fewer weapons that can deal with tanks.

"Boom!" Pulling the bolt, Boroll stubbornly fired back with the rifle in his hand. The Soviets on the opposite side didn't seem to care about the casualties at all, or they had already been covered by the mountain of blood and corpses in front of them, and forgot In order to avoid this unnecessary feeling of fear, everyone fought desperately. From time to time, they saw German soldiers who had run out of ammunition holding engineering shovels and wrestling with Soviet soldiers who rushed up.

Farther away, more than 20 Soviet tanks were on fire, and the German paratroopers tried their best to blow up the three attacking Stalin tanks into scrap iron. The battlefield was full of tank wreckage, and there were fragments of German soldiers everywhere. Mutilated corpses.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander!" A paratrooper jumped into Boroll's foxhole with his hand on his helmet. He obviously ran all the way, and he jumped into the foxhole and started panting heavily. . After he calmed down a bit, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva before reporting quickly: "Good news! Battalion Commander! Good news! The reinforcements from the division headquarters have arrived, a whole battalion! They are crossing the bridge, we just need to hold on for a few more minutes , you can take a rest."

"Huh..." Hearing this news, Boroll finally relaxed his tense mood. His battalion was on the verge of collapse, and if the reinforcements never came, he would really consider blowing up the bridge. After all, he was just a battalion, a battalion of paratroopers that didn't even have much heavy firepower. It is really powerless to resist the two main Soviet armored divisions.

The sky gradually darkened, and Boroll finally withdrew from the position as a rear guard with the only organized squad in his hands. The Soviet offensive continued, but because several paratrooper tanks arrived one after another, the German army still had the advantage on the entire bridgehead position.

On the bridgehead on the other side, Boroll counted his troops and found that he had lost another 20 excellent paratroopers in just the retreat. His battalion had a total of three companies. Nearly one company was killed on the line.

There was no good food, and everyone ate the boiled water in their hands to make potato flour as quickly as possible, because while they were having dinner, news came from the front again, because Soviet soldiers began to attack overnight, Their battalion must go up again to prevent the Soviet army from taking advantage of its numerical advantage to occupy the bridgehead position.

This is not good news for everyone. After such a high-intensity battle, the paratroopers need to rest. They are not future devil terminators, and many soldiers have not closed their eyes for a day.

It's a pity that orders are always orders. After Boroll finished eating what he had in hand, he took his men to the two trucks that delivered the ammunition to collect the ammunition they needed to hold their ground. Helping the machine gunner carry ammunition chains, and someone helping the anti-tank team carry the ammunition box, this group of paratroopers, who are no different from beggars in ragged clothes, once again walked through the place they passed not long ago with messy steps. that bridge.

As Bolor walked, he heard Donna humming the military song of the paratroopers. Whenever the paratroopers encountered difficulties, they would sing this song, as if a group of pious children were facing themselves. praying to the gods. So he also hummed along, not loudly, but with a hint of firmness:

"Ah, who is marching in enemy territory.

and singing the devil's song?

A soldier stands on the bank of the Oder,

Humming silently.

Whistling, we walked back and forth.

And the whole world may,

curse or praise us,

Do as they please..."

With the singing, the messy paratroopers began to step in order. They no longer walked together in groups of three or four, but began to actively arrange a horizontal queue. Row after row began to tidy up, as if being reborn little by little, shedding the ugly shell little by little, and feathering into butterflies.

And in the direction they were advancing, the German soldiers were firing fiercely. The bullets drew bright straight lines in the already dim environment and flew towards their targets. The Soviet soldiers on the opposite side were also shooting desperately, and bullets flew across the entire position, densely like raindrops. From time to time, a shell fell, setting off a huge wave of air, tearing apart the surrounding people and weapons.

Occasionally, a flare was raised, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight, and then many soldiers would be hit and fell to the ground. The screams continued, and the scorched earth was no different from the surface of the moon. The trenches were filled, and the bomb crater was next to the bomb crater. There was mud everywhere, and bright red blood flowed and solidified under the feet.

...

"Your Excellency, you have never thought that if the opponent breaks through the paratrooper's line of defense, will the situation continue to be deadlocked?" A staff officer put on a coat for Guderian who was nervously looking at the map in the headquarters .

"I thought about it." Guderian smiled wryly, then shook his head, and replied: "But I firmly believe that they can win the war under the most difficult conditions... because they are the best I have ever seen Soldiers, in addition to them, we invested in the special forces created by the head of state, used the ace squadron on the Eastern Front, dispatched the most advanced helicopters, and even drove our most powerful tanks..."

Having said that, he paused, looked at the already dark sky outside, and continued: "They are all the best. So we have no reason to fail. We are determined to win this battle!"

...

Under the same starry sky, in the cold wind, Ren also looked up at the starry sky above his head. He leaned against the hatch of his rickety tank, enjoying the last moments of peace. His unit now has only 5 tanks left, and just now another tank broke down, and finally the maintenance vehicle and another tank were left behind as cover.

"There are still 20 kilometers. We can get there within the stipulated time." The commander of the No. 114 tank who took the lead said with a breath in the headset.

"Arrive on time, and then prepare a defensive circle there. In fact, we have to defend against incoming enemies from two directions, and the back is not a safe zone." Ren retracted his gaze from the sky, and looked at the railway bridge in the distance Fang Xiang said: "Three tanks defend the front bridgehead, and the remaining two tanks defend the rear bridgehead. Is there any problem?"