Chapter 1076 You Are Seeking Your Own Death (Edited)

In the face of the overwhelming three-dimensional air-ground offensive, the most elite believer guards under the Führer still failed to create a miracle. The defeat spread rapidly like a prairie fire that could not be stopped.

A famous American military scientist once said a famous saying about judging the truth of war: "The most critical factor in measuring the combat effectiveness of a unit is not how big a victory they have won, how many enemies they have defeated, or how great the results have been, but the fighting spirit and the spirit of bravery and sacrifice shown by this unit when retreating."

There are countless units that can win battles and are good at winning battles from ancient times to the present, but there are very few units that can show the same bravery and tenacity when retreating as when attacking. It can be said that there are very few, almost none.

Germany has an ally in distant Asia: Japan is a crazy army armed to the teeth with the spirit of Bushido. The madness they showed during the retreat was enough to make the fourth-rate bipedal multi-purpose beasts of the US empire feel ashamed and even terrified.

Those "hellhounds" who claim to step on the Yin and Yang worlds, bring death, fire and plague to the enemy country, and punish the enemy in the name of God can't help but exclaim at the Japanese when they retreated.

But as to why these Japanese troops were so crazy, various statements in later generations have mixed reviews. The poisoning of the Bushido spirit and the so-called "Greater East Asia Holy War" right-wing heresy are everywhere. The public has its own reasons, and the woman has her own reasons. Only the madness of the Japanese army is the consensus of all researchers.

But if you want to ask whether there are troops as crazy as the Japanese in distant Europe, the answer may be true, such as the situation that Malashenko is facing now.

An SS officer of unknown rank took up his MP40 submachine gun and led the team forward. In the group of SS troops that had been retreating like a tide, because of his existence, there was an inexplicable group of troops heading in the opposite direction, almost heading for destruction.

The weapons in their hands were not sophisticated. There were a few machine guns and dozens of broken rifles and submachine guns. There were almost only light weapons and no heavy weapons. If heavy weapons must be counted, the M24 long-handled grenades they carried were probably the only thing that could be called heavy weapons.

This group of SS troops who knew there were tigers in the mountains and went to the tiger mountains quickly attracted the attention of the Soviet army that launched a massive counterattack.

When all the SS troops in all directions were repelled or evacuated in a hurry, the dozens of SS troops entrenched in the paragraph trenches and foxholes became the last German armed forces occupying the position where Malashenko was stationed.

In line with the principle of not losing the big picture while picking up sesame seeds, all the Soviet field commanders and fighters in command, including Malashenko, did not intend to pay attention to this small unit at the beginning, but planned to continue chasing and bite off another piece of meat from the SS unit that had already retreated in panic.

However, what happened next was enough to be called quite unexpected.

The dozens of SS remnants entrenched in that small area the size of a palm were like crazy, and they fired wildly in all directions with all kinds of weapons in their hands regardless of the consumption of ammunition.

The Red Army soldiers who had driven away the enemy and disrupted their formation in the melee were unable to dodge, and within less than half a cigarette, dozens of people were knocked to the ground by the crazy firepower of this small German unit.

The tanks that could provide the soldiers with real-time mobile bunker cover were still behind them. The Red Army soldiers who were caught off guard by the fierce firepower were somewhat surprised to find that this group of German remnants with only a few dozen people had temporarily stopped their counterattack.

It was very uneconomical to fight against such firepower without the cover of tanks. Major Valosha, holding the PPSh submachine gun, raised the iron rod rearview mirror he often used in Stalingrad, and looked over the edge of the trench above his head to the location of the crazy SS.

Da Da Da——

Crackle, crackle, clang——

"Damn it! These Germans are really looking for death!"

Major Valosha, who had just raised his weapon, had not had time to see the thing clearly. Perhaps the SS machine gunner who was attracted by the reflection of the mirror immediately turned the muzzle without saying a word, and a burst of machine gun bullets hit him head on.

Unfortunately, the source of the reflection was not a Soviet sniper who was aiming at someone, and the SS machine gunner's subconscious reaction to attack failed. But the series of machine gun bullets still shattered the small artifact in Major Valosha's hand, making the plan to observe the enemy situation before taking action completely miscalculated.

"What should we do? Comrade Battalion Commander, rush out and kill those Germans immediately!? Please give the order!"

A main company commander who had been following Major Valosha asked impatiently, and he only needed to write "I can't wait to kill the Germans" on his face. Such a vivid and vivid expression was vivid on his face, which was blackened by the war.

However, Major Valosha, who fought in the "human meat processing factory" of Stalingrad for half a year and finally crawled out alive, didn't think so.

The countless combat experiences of escaping death in Stalingrad told him that the closer he was to the answer to the dilemma, the closer hope and despair always existed in opposition to each other, just like standing in front of a mirror. The bigger the image in the mirror, the closer you were to the mirror and the reality within reach. There was always a glimmer of hope.

"The trenches and communication trenches cannot be passed directly. The position chosen by the Germans is very tricky! If we rush directly, the loss will be too great! Suppress the Germans with firepower, and wait for the brigade commander and his men to come over. Our tanks will arrive soon!"

The current Patriotic War was not as advanced in communication as the modern wars of later generations. Major Varosha came to this final conclusion without any contact or communication, which made the company commander beside him a little unresponsive.

"But, comrade battalion commander! The enemy is right in front of us, they are running away! Will we be able to make it in time if we just wait here for the tanks to arrive?"

"If I say it's in time, it's in time, the tanks will be here soon! Trust comrade brigade commander, keep fighting! Quick!"

Major Varosha, who didn't want to see those who fought one after another and died in vain, decided to implement conservative tactics. He put all his hopes and trust in his comrade brigade commander, believing that his tanks would soon rush up and open up a path to victory.