Chapter 1128 The Bloody End

The huge explosion shook everything around like a volcanic eruption. Even though Wittmann could still feel the horrifying noise while sitting in the car, he still did not intend to give up.

He had already escaped once and did not want to escape again.

Although the monster tank of the Russians in front of him seemed invincible, Wittmann was still constantly looking for ways to deal with it, and never considered giving up from beginning to end.

But things did not go as planned. Before Wittmann, who had made up his mind, ordered to continue firing, the development of the battlefield situation immediately tilted in an unexpected direction.

Wittmann, who was holding his own commander's tower, would never have dreamed that this cruel battle of positions that burned steel and twisted flesh and blood would eventually end with the German infantry being the first to lose their strength and be defeated.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the starting position! Machine guns cover, stop those Russians, quick!"

"Second gunner, I need a second gunner! Where is the second gunner?"

"Over there, the Russians are coming! Uh--"

While holding the bayonet tightly in one hand, the other hand grasped the engineer shovel that was taken from the corpse of an unfortunate SS soldier.

Major Valosha, who had been fighting until now, had long forgotten where his PPSh submachine gun was. What was even more exaggerated was that even the holster of his belt was empty. The Tokarev TT33 pistol originally contained in it was nowhere to be found. Major Valosha, who had used up all the bullets he carried, had become a close combat assault soldier.

"Ah! Hey——"

Puff——

The dull sound of the blade entering the flesh was almost the same as the sound of slaughtering livestock. The only difference was that after being stabbed like this, the general livestock would immediately jump around in pain and wailing.

But this was not the case for the SS soldier who was stabbed in the stomach by Major Valosha. Although the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth had covered his entire chin and fell on his feet, the SS soldier who tightly grasped the bayonet in his stomach still had a ferocious face and endured the pain. The hatred in his eyes that were not like humans could skin a living person alive.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as killing with eyes in this world. The SS soldier who was suddenly stabbed in the vitals had lost the 98K rifle with a bayonet in his hand and fell to the ground. Even if he was unwilling to give up after being seriously injured, he could never be a match for Major Varosha, who only had some scratches all over his body and was not injured at all.

"Keep that look in your eyes and go look at your mother! Fascist bastard!"

Swish——

A cold light flashed between the flashes of swords and swords.

The shovel head had been polished to a silvery shine and was extremely sharp. Major Varosha, who still held the bayonet handle with one hand, just operated it with one hand and swung it vigorously. With such an awkward and somewhat powerless posture that he could not stretch out, he directly chopped the head of the half-dead SS soldier opposite with a shovel and cut it off on the spot.

The extremely sharp shovel not only cut off the muscles, but also instantly split the entire spine in half like a kitchen knife chopping a pig bone.

A headless corpse gushed a lot of blood, lost the ability to stand, and fell to the ground instantly.

A good man's head, like a ball, fell from the air and landed on the ground. He raised his foot to kick the headless body kneeling on the ground, and pulled out the blood-stained bayonet.

Major Valosha, who stood there and took a breath to relieve his physical strength, had not had time to cheer up again. The nearest guard who had solved the difficult opponent immediately ran up.

"Comrade Battalion Commander, look! The Germans are retreating, they want to run! We won!"

Major Valosha, who was holding the trench with one hand and breathing heavily, was stunned when he heard this. He didn't care about his body that had been overdrawn for a long time. He immediately turned around and trotted two steps to a place with a better view. He stretched his head and saw that the scene just described was really happening in front of him.

"Haha, you Nazi lackeys! Come on, come again! Varosha can still fight you for another 300 rounds! You bastards, cowards, cowards!"

Major Varosha, who has killed countless enemies with his own hands, is qualified to say such harsh words, but the soldier who is in charge of the battalion commander's guard still has doubts.

"Comrade Battalion Commander, don't we pursue them? Now is a good time to expand the results of the war!"

Is there anything wrong with what the little soldier asked?

No problem, if it was the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade in the past, it would be strange if it didn't chase these SS scum out of the position.

Malashenko, who never mind beating the fallen dog, has always never let go of the defeated enemy. This is not only understood by Major Varosha, but even the young soldier next to him is very clear. After all, if you stay in a unit for a long time, you will be familiar with the style of the unit, which is also reasonable.

But this time, the situation faced by Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade was somewhat different.

The enemy was indeed repelled, and suffered a terrible defeat with heavy casualties. The positions were full of corpses abandoned by the SS and burning tank wreckage. Major Varosha, who had fought on the front line during the Polish operation, could not say that he had never seen such a tragic defeat of the German army, but he had only seen it in Stalingrad.

But in contrast, within the field of vision, there were no fewer bodies of Red Army soldiers than the remains of SS soldiers.

The blood that could not be distinguished between the enemy and ours was mixed together, flowing everywhere in every corner of the position.

Blood was in unlimited supply here, and there were so many corpses that they could be seen everywhere, and people could trip to the ground if they took two steps carelessly.

Major Valosha remembered that he had heard Malashenko mention before that the troops' primary goal now was to evacuate quickly, break away from contact with the enemy, avoid being surrounded, and retreat to a safe area with friendly forces covering the flanks before considering the next move.

This was the content of the next move that Malashenko personally explained to everyone when he presided over a meeting of military and political cadres at the battalion level and above in the entire brigade. All military and political cadres at the battalion level and above in the entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade knew about this.

Thinking of the order issued by the brigade commander before, and looking at the battlefield in front of him, which was obviously also a battlefield with heavy casualties on his side, Major Valosha shook his head slightly and seemed a little unwilling.

"Let's let these running dogs go for the time being. We will wipe them out next time!"