Chapter 1137 Battlefield Relics

The entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade began to retreat after hasty preparations. There were many troublesome things that delayed the time and they didn't even have time to take them away. For example, after the tanks were severely damaged, there was no need for so much extra fuel and ammunition.

According to Malashenko's order, the ammunition and fuel that were left on the position and could not be taken away in time were set up into several hidden mine traps. The person responsible for executing this order was Major Varosha, who had fought bloody battles on the battlefield of Stalingrad.

In that cruel battle where old faces left and new faces replaced them every hour, Major Varosha, who struggled in the piles of dead bodies and hellish streets and alleys, learned too many insidious tactics.

Some of these tactics were invented by the Germans to deal with the Soviet army and disgust the opponent in street fighting and house fighting, trying to maximize the casualties and bleed the opponent. Some of them were tactics invented by the Soviet army. They may not be glorious on the surface, but those who wanted to win glory in the war have basically been buried in the grave, and some were even blown to pieces.

If you want to gain an advantage in this war where it is purely a matter of life and death, some shameful and disgusting tactics must be used. The more angry and furious the opponent is, the more successful and brilliant this tactic is.

Less than half an hour after Stalin's First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the Ninth Guards Airborne Division withdrew, the Guards Flag Division, realizing that the opponent had really escaped from under their noses, finally responded.

A group of SS troops who had just retreated from this position not long ago swept in again, but the last time they charged here, they were full of fighting spirit and morale. Now, this group of SS soldiers who had just climbed out of the meat grinder by chance and survived by chance, more or less lacked a bit of sharpness.

Even though they did not encounter any attacks while advancing to the front of the position, the SS armored soldiers who were covered by tanks were still cautious, fearing that those crazy Russian monsters would suddenly emerge from the ground, shouting Ura and rushing over with bayonets to kill them.

After experiencing such a bloody battle, no one who was still alive felt a lingering fear. The brave and tenacious Red Army soldiers used their lives to leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of their opponents, and even those who were lucky enough to survive after the war would never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"Do you think those Russians have left? Did they really withdraw? Why?"

"You ask me? Why don't you ask the division commander?! If I knew why, I wouldn't stay here with you, I would at least stay in the command center!"

"What about now? What should I do now?"

"Can you ask fewer questions? How do I know!?"

The whispering conversation behind the black panther's butt soon had a real result.

A junior assault leader who led the attack held an MP40 submachine gun in one hand and raised his other hand above his head and waved forward to make a gesture. The soldiers of the Guards Flag Division, who knew what this meant, immediately took action, picked up their weapons, flashed out from behind the tanks, and began to rush to the position.

The silent position was deserted, with only the criss-crossing corpses that had no time to be collected piled up layer by layer.

The blood bubbles that gathered into rivers were everywhere on the already bumpy position. The sound of stepping on the rain as soon as you stepped in made your ears sore. The Prokhorovka land, which was already rainy in summer, had long been unable to absorb these excess liquids. Even the wind blowing in the face carried the pungent smell of gunpowder and the strong smell of blood.

"Hoohoo, no Russians, it's safe here!"

"It's the same here, the corpses don't count as Russians!"

"Safe! No enemies! Looks like they're all gone!"

The enemy-occupied outer positions were recaptured but nothing was done. This should have been an embarrassing situation that made many of the soldiers of the Guards Flag Division present feel a little relieved.

Could it be that the Guards Flag Division was scared by Stalin's First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade? That doesn't seem right.

But who would refuse to want to bury their lives quickly if they could avoid fighting with such inhuman opponents and return to hell? The answer is that most people don't want to.

So in general, the Russians took the initiative to withdraw, and the team also achieved its tactical goal and recaptured the position. This result is simply the best of both worlds as expected!

For most ordinary soldiers who don't know the real intention behind the previous wave of attacks, this is indeed the case.

The Russians really withdrew, and they did so in such a hurry that they didn't even bother to collect the bodies of their own people, leaving them lying on the battlefield and ignoring them. They just ran away.

Walking on the battlefield where the warmth of the battle was still there, the SS soldiers who were originally grateful for the battle had seen such scenes many times, and their moods changed very quickly. Many of them began to jokingly despise the opponents they had just fought.

No matter how good the Russians were at fighting, didn't they still leave the bodies behind and run away in such a hurry? If this is not the case, what else can they do?

On the other hand, the Guards Flag Division was able to gather strength again and fight back again. In comparison, it was naturally very obvious who won and who lost. It was the Guards Flag Division that held on to the end.

"These Russians are just so-so. They can't hold on any longer. Look at this position. It's really messy! They even left behind their broken tanks!"

This shouting speech won the approval and applause of many soldiers present, but it made Enkel, the first-level assault battalion captain who had just arrived at the position, frown.

Unlike those soldiers and junior officers who were kept in the dark, Enkel, as the right-hand man and confidant of the division commander, clearly knew the real intention of the attack just now.

The reason why he came to the position was not to collect the bodies of the dead, but to come to see with his own eyes whether these Russians really ran away at the order of the division commander, but he was obviously a little too late.

"Report the situation, report everything here to the division headquarters immediately. The Russians left everything they could leave behind and ran away without leaving a single one alive!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant who took the order had just walked out a few steps, and Enkel, with a black face, had just turned around and was about to go somewhere else to take a look.

Boom——

Suddenly, a huge explosion like thunder in the clear sky instantly created a violent shock wave that rose from the ground, instantly knocking Enkel, whose foot had not yet touched the ground, to the ground and sitting on his buttocks.

"Damn it! What happened!? Report the situation!"