Chapter 1117 Bloody Battlefield (Part 2)

As expected, after Lavrinenko took a tank company and rushed to support the flank position

The SS, which had stockpiled the main offensive force on the front, achieved the result they wanted, and the containment attack on the flank position played the best miraculous effect. They finally rushed to the Soviet position that was forced to support the flank.

"Hold the position! Comrades! Put on the bayonet, kill these Germans, Ura!"

The large-scale and brutal hot weapon war has unprecedentedly reduced the role that the individual bravery of soldiers can play in the battle situation.

But no matter when, the brave and fearless leader can always lead his comrades to boost morale and fight to the end. War is the truth of the stage for the brave, even in the modern war of the 21st century.

Holding the PPSh in one hand and raising the Tokarev TT33 pistol he had just drawn in the other hand, Major Valosha's shout and leading demonstration were like a shot of catalytic stimulant. The Red Army soldiers whose trenches had been run over by SS tanks immediately engaged in close combat with the first wave of SS infantrymen who had rushed into the position, and blood splattered everywhere.

Major Valosha, who was protected by his personal guards, aimed at a group of SS infantrymen who had just jumped into the trenches, raised the pistol tightly held in his right hand, and shot one of them instantly.

The sound of the man being knocked down, and the sound of the body with half of its head smashed by a shot falling to the ground was like a sack full of sand, extremely dull.

The sound of gunfire and various roars on the battlefield where bullets were flying was so loud that it was impossible to distinguish the direction of the bullets that killed people, but the remaining SS infantrymen were extremely sensitive to the sound of their comrades falling, and they hid behind the bunkers instantly, at an incredibly fast speed.

Seeing that the remaining enemies reacted quickly and hid in the nearby communication trenches, Major Valosha, holding a PPSh in one hand and a Tokarev in the other, waved his hand and led his combat team to rush to the enemy's hiding place.

Not only Major Valosha's side, but also the trenches and communication trenches at the forefront of the position have basically become bloody corridors of close combat at this moment. Almost every inch of land has soldiers with hideous faces fighting hard and blood splattering.

The submachine gun bullets were used up and there was no time to change the magazine. Facing the Red Army soldiers who were shouting and rushing with bayonets on their Mosin-Nagants, the assault team leader, who had no time to find any close combat weapons, could only hold the weapon in his backhand, hold the already hot barrel through the gloves, and rush up with the submachine gun like a baseball bat.

The Red Army soldier, who was thrown to the ground and strangled by the enemy with both hands, struggled to touch the thing that fell beside him with his eyes wide open and full of hatred and anger. It was the helmet that the German had forcibly taken off his head during the scuffle.

He grabbed the brim of the helmet and used all his strength to smash the enemy's left face. The SS soldier who was caught off guard was disfigured by this fierce blow on the spot. He was knocked to the ground with a wail while blood spurted from his nose.

He threw away the helmet in his hand and quickly stood up and struggled to get up from the ground. He gasped and pulled out the dagger on his waist. The Red Army soldier, whose face had been beaten black and blue and whose mouth was still bleeding, flew up and rushed over. The sharp blade in his hand was like killing a chicken, and he cut the neck of the SS soldier who was covering his left face on the spot.

The blood spurted out from the broken neck like a faucet bursting, splattering all over the face.

Looking at the unfortunate man on the ground who was covering his neck and making painful "Ha-Ha-" sounds, the Red Army soldier, knowing that he had killed the enemy, raised his right arm, wiped the blood on his face with his dirty sleeve, and immediately bent down to pick up the PPSh submachine gun that fell to the ground.

The cruel battlefield will not favor either side of the warring parties, and death always comes without warning and unexpectedly.

The Red Army soldier who had just touched the gun body with his right hand had no time to hold it in his palm, and an SS soldier who came after hearing the sound had already appeared at the corner at the end of the trench.

The hip shot, which did not even have time to aim, instantly hit him with a string of hot 9mm bullets. The sound of the soldier falling to the ground without a sound and the sound of the shell falling almost sounded at the same time.

The SS soldier who had completely used up the remaining ammunition in his MP40 submachine gun rushed forward, only took a glance at the two lifeless warm bodies in front of him, and then picked up the PPSh submachine gun that obviously still had remaining bullets, and did not even have time to wipe the blood on the gun body. He immediately held the weapon and turned around to fight again.

The cruel close combat completely wiped out the last trace of humanity. There were no creatures that could be called human here, only a group of bloody human figures that could make the beasts on the African savannah retreat.

The tragic roar and fighting sound even overwhelmed the gunfire when the automatic weapons were fired. There was no white knife between the swords and swords, only the red knife that was already covered with blood went in and out.

The battle between the Guards Flag Division and the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade was far more intense than expected. The two waves of elite soldiers with the names of their respective leaders on their heads fought together in the most primitive and bloodiest way.

No soldier retreated voluntarily. Only the soldiers who were screaming madly would kill an enemy and then, before their remaining time was completely consumed, rush towards the next enemy again, regardless of the blood all over their bodies.

The infantry fighting was unprecedentedly brutal, blood was splattered everywhere, and the rapidly grinding armored stranglehold was also carried out at the same time.

"Seryosha, reverse! Don't let the Germans get close to us, quickly!"

"Kirill, armor-piercing shells! Hurry up!"

"Comrade Brigade Commander, three tanks are rushing to your left, turn the turret! Now!"

The shouts of the crew members, the reminders of Kurbalov coming from the radio channel, and the roar of the main guns of the tanks around them, which could no longer be distinguished from their own or the enemy, and the strong explosions of ammunition.

Malashenko, who felt that his ears were almost deaf, was still trying his best to command and fight desperately. The big beads of sweat slid down the brim of the tank cap under the influence of the turbid air, and fell to the propellant cartridges that Kirill had just brought over at his feet, making a soft sound.

The IS6 heavy tank, which was still accurately operated by Seryosha, surged up and blew out a burst of exhaust smoke. The heavy body of more than 50 tons switched to the maximum gear and began to reverse. Knowing that they could not penetrate the front armor of this monster, two Panthers and a Panzer IV took a roundabout attack and had almost aimed their guns at the side armor of Malashenko's vehicle.

The IS6 turret driven by the electric steering gear was turning as hard as possible to prepare for the enemy. The SS gunner who was desperately shaking the turret steering gear almost dislocated his arm, but still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Who will win or lose will only be decided in the next moment of steel roar.