Chapter 1101 The Wind Will Spread All over the Earth

Take off the military cap that had been soaked with sweat, hold it in your hand, and stretch your hand to comb your hair like a paddy field. Wittmann blinks hard, as if reminding himself to see something clearly.

When Wittmann raises his head again after a moment, the crew members are surprised to find that their commander is inexplicably decadent and trance, as if he is full of fatigue as a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness.

"Retreat, we will leave here immediately. Reorganize the defense in the rear where we are more confident to hold the position. We alone can't play any role."

The words, as plain as flowing water, without any tone of color, echoed in the turret. The first person to respond violently and seriously incomprehensible was the gunner who also widened his eyes.

"Retreat will not be allowed, Michel, you know this! We must stay here and defend this farm. We have not received any orders. You are dereliction of duty by doing this!"

The gunner's voice was so loud that it was almost as loud as the roar of a lion.

Wittmann, who was sitting in the commander's seat with his hat in his hand, temporarily forgot the urgency of time and stared at the young gunner with a meaningless look. After staring at him for a few seconds until he was a little scared and at a loss, Wittmann, who had thought more clearly and decided on something, continued to speak.

"We all swore to fight for the Führer, and we are not afraid to die in battle. But your death must at least be valuable. He, he, and he, and I, we must all die in a valuable way, not being trampled to death by a large group of Russian heavy tanks like a bull in a porcelain shop. This is meaningless.

Wittmann's words were accompanied by hand movements, and his right index finger pointed to the words outside the car above his head.

"In Oboyan, part of the troops of the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division took turns to fight these Russians for two days, two whole days! They were supported by the Air Force, but in the end they didn't even occupy the first line of defense and were driven out by these Russians again. "

"If you have experienced the scene of the Russians' T34 swarming towards the position in 1941, you will not think that we can resist them now. Although the equipment is different, the result will be the same. Without the assistance of the Air Force, we will only lose more miserably, even worse than that time! The Russians have regained at least half of the strategic initiative. Don't you understand this? "

Everyone knew what a terrible scene Wittmann described. The gunner who had just died rather than be a deserter suddenly remembered the fear he had almost forgotten not long ago.

The dense wreckage of German tanks that were burning and smoking one after another in front of the position was unprecedented. The bodies of the SS soldiers who died on the position were even used by the Russians to fill the damaged bunkers.

It is unknown whether this was done for ridicule or for something else, but such a brutal and powerful unit that could make the Skeleton Division and the Guard Flag Division hit a wall one after another was never heard of or seen.

"I am..."

The young gunner looked around and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips. Looking west, he found that he was the only one in the crew who was "passionate" for a while, and the rest of them lowered their heads like statues of thinkers, not knowing what they were thinking.

Ura——

Ura————

The time left for the last Tiger was running out, and the shouts of the Russian infantry who had obviously rushed to the position had been transmitted into the car and could be heard clearly.

Wittmann, who had no hat on his head but still had headphones on, raised his head quickly, and with his right hand, he pulled the sight in the commander's tower in front of him and looked in the direction of the sound.

A large group of Russian infantry who had already broken into the position and trenches were waving their weapons and fighting hard. The SS infantry, who were obviously in a state of defeat, were still The old ones held their positions and resisted tenaciously. There were even a few infantrymen who came up from the rear communication trenches, accompanied by a small number of tanks, trying to gather counterattack forces to drive the Russians out of the positions.

But the Russian heavy tanks that were tearing the positions apart were obviously not stupid. The turrets of the Russian heavy tanks that were parked at the edge of the first trench turned very quickly. The black muzzles were not aimed at anything else, but at any armored targets that could still move on the positions. The armor-piercing shells that were obviously ready to fire in the chambers roared and whistled.

Boom——

All that was left for the Black Panthers, the Three Baldies, and the No. 4 was the ruthless death in the violent explosion of ammunition with a shaking sound.

The Russian heavy tanks, which were already difficult to deal with, were now They stood firm, and stood firm under the support of the infantry that came in like a tide behind them. They were ready to shoot with the absolute advantage of static over dynamic, and were ready to meet the armored targets that dared to come to die with their strong armor and powerful guns.

And behind these Russian heavy tanks, more steel monsters were still spewing thick black smoke and exhaust gas, about to roll onto the position and arrive for support. Even those strange-looking self-propelled artillery that they had never had the opportunity to observe carefully were only a few feet away from the position, and were about to drive up and prepare to shoot directly for support.

Just seeing this, Wittmann, whose heart was almost cold, could not help but know what the outcome would be.

Even with the superior shooting posture of static against dynamic, we still couldn't defeat these steel monsters and couldn't repel them. Now the situation has completely reversed, and the superior and inferior postures have completely reversed between the two sides.

Who can drive the increasing number of monsters out of the position? Wittmann didn't know, and he asked himself that he and the car didn't have the ability to do so. Trying to fight back would only fill meaningless lives into a bottomless pit.

The last tiger disappeared behind the horizon of the small earth slope, and disappeared without a trace. Malashenko, whose spirit was so tense that his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, finally saw the hope of victory in the first stage.

Those brave and fierce SS fanatics retreated. After a short and bloody desperate fight between the positions and trenches, they were forcibly repelled by the close-range shooting of the PPSh and the silver blades swung with arms. The whole process of the battle was completely irrational and without rules. The only thing was to try every possible way to knock down and kill the standing people in different uniforms.

He held the PPSh submachine gun in one hand and the bloody engineer shovel he picked up in the other hand.

Major Varosha, whose whole body was stained with blood and whose face was soaked with blood, stood in the trench less than five meters away from Malashenko's car, breathing heavily in all the bloody air around him.

When all the Red Army soldiers around, including Major Varosha, saw the top cover of the towering heavy tank in front of them open, and the man who leaned out of it with a triumphant smile raised his right arm with a red flag flying high to them.

The volcanic eruption-like cheers of the mountains and seas roared over the battlefield full of enemy corpses, deafening.

"Victory! Ura! Ura!"

"Long live Comrade Stalin! Long live the great motherland!"

"The Red Army is invincible! Go home and eat shit! Scum of the SS!"

The thunderous cheers drifted far away with the wind. The news of the victory of rushing directly to the position and breaking through the enemy's defense in one go would soon spread to every corner of this red land with the wind, along with the bear head biting the Iron Cross flag on the bright red flag.