Chapter 1155: Holding the Cold Light

The direction of the battle is often not determined by human willpower, just like the situation Malashenko is facing now.

Although Malashenko has led his soldiers to go all out, the SS, which has the advantage, is still advancing inward little by little, eroding the defensive positions outside the village.

The improved tactics under the premise of almost no casualties have indeed greatly increased the combat efficiency of the SS armored forces.

The losses of the SS armored forces are indeed not small, but the casualties caused to Malashenko by this set of tactics are also very large.

Malashenko, who was rushed face to face and was already busy with his own affairs, could not take care of the support for the infantry. These high-speed medium tanks that were circling around like a pack of wolves brought unimaginable troubles.

In order to protect themselves and eliminate the enemy at the same time, even an ace crew like Malashenko had to show all their strength and go all out. If they were not careful, they would be killed on the spot by these SS tanks riding on their faces!

Malashenko knew very well that the vertical side armor belt behind the road wheels of his vehicle could not withstand the close bombardment of the Panther or even the long-barreled Panzer IV. If those shrewd SS armored soldiers found this as a weakness, they would definitely die. If they didn't want to capsize in the ditch, they had to avoid being surrounded by the enemy.

The tank battle on this side was in a stalemate and the outcome was unpredictable, while on the other side, the Red Army infantrymen who were fighting the enemy in close combat in the trenches were in an even more difficult situation.

More SS infantrymen were pouring in from the gap that was opened. Major Varosha, who led the soldiers to go all out, felt that waves of enemies were constantly rushing in like a tide.

The empty magazine of the PPSh had long been thrown away. The weapon in Major Valosha's hand was an MP40 submachine gun that he had just picked up from the enemy's corpse. He even had two spare magazines that he had taken from the corpse on his waist for later use.

"The German's broken gun shoots slowly and is big, it's simply difficult to use!"

Oleg, who was saved by Major Valosha, was right beside him. The two good brothers who had been fighting for a long time had exhausted their own portable ammunition. With the bodies of the killed enemies scattered all over the ground, Oleg and Valosha also picked up the MP40 submachine gun to use. Having automatic firepower in hand is better than holding a bayonet rifle in the trench.

"Stop complaining. What else do you want when you have something to use? Think about it in a positive way. Shooting slowly at least means you won't waste your bullets so quickly. Think about how you hold down the PPSh and won't let go!"

Major Valosha, who was changing the ammunition for his MP40, answered Oleg at the same time. Since using the PPSh, he had deeply experienced that too fast a firing rate is sometimes not a 100% good thing. He had already forced himself to get used to it. It was more effective to accept reality than to complain.

Before Major Valosha finished speaking, Oleg, who was also changing bullets, had no time to say anything.

An SS soldier who was shuttling between the rain of bullets suddenly appeared outside the trench above his head. He was obviously planning to jump into the trench, but he was quite surprised when he suddenly saw two enemies under his feet. However, his almost subconscious muscle movements and reaction to the battle still drove his hands to quickly raise the gun and aim.

Major Valosha raised his head almost at the same time and looked at the SS soldier. They both noticed the strong killing intent and the more or less surprise in each other's eyes.

Looking at the Mauser 98K rifle with a bayonet in the hand of the enemy in front of him, the startled Major Valosha instantly realized that it might be too late for him to raise his gun now. Moreover, the MP40 in his hand, which had just been inserted with the magazine, had not yet been loaded with bullets, and even if he quickly raised the gun and aimed at the enemy, it would not help at all.

The decision was made almost in the blink of an eye. Without any hesitation, Major Valosha suddenly stood up and shot at the fastest speed. His right arm rushed forward and stretched out his hand to suddenly grab the bayonet on the Mauser 98K in front of him.

Major Valosha knew very well what consequences his right hand, which was not wearing any gloves and unprotected, would encounter because of the next step. But now that things have come to this, there is no other choice. Even if he hesitates for half a second longer, it will lead to irreversible consequences.

In any case, Major Valosha must do this.

Not only for himself, but also for his good brother Oleg who has shared life and death with him, he cannot let this German shoot and kill two people condescendingly.

"Ah!"

Major Valosha, who was holding the opponent's bayonet tightly in his hand, shouted loudly, and the bayonet, which was tightly grasped in his hand, immediately dragged the SS soldier who was standing still and aiming his gun into the trench.

One was to use all his strength to pull the enemy down, and the other was driven by subconscious reaction and instinctively fell back to avoid being dragged into the trench below by the opponent.

It happened so fast that everything and the thinking of the brain circuit happened in just a short breath.

The contest between the bayonet and the gun ended with the victory of Major Valosha who took the initiative.

The SS soldier standing outside the trench was unwilling to let go of his weapon, but Major Valosha, who was as strong as an ox, grabbed his bayonet and dragged him into the trench with his gun, rolling down.

Oleg, who had also given up on changing bullets and pulled out his pistol from his waist, had also completed the action. Without saying a word, he immediately raised his hand and raised his gun, firing three shots at the SS soldier who had fallen to the ground in front of him and was about to get up and wrestle with Varosha.

Bang, bang, bang——

The Tokarev TT33 pistol is well-known for its huge destructive power, and the copycat version of the 54 Black Star is a famous gun that is famous in China in later generations.

Oleg, who was broad and strong, raised his hand and fired three shots without hesitation. The SS soldier, who was tall and mighty at first glance, immediately fell to the ground like a deflated ball after shaking all over. Major Varosha, who desperately dragged him into the trench, was unable to dodge and was immediately pressed under the body.

"Damn it, Valosha! Are you okay?!"

Oleg, who didn't think too much when he fired the gun, only wanted to kill the enemy and resolve the crisis. It was only then that he calmed down and realized how dangerous his actions were.

The Tokarev TT33 pistol, which had great destructive power, might have shot through the German stick directly. After the bullet passed through the chest, it was very likely to injure Major Valosha, who was almost wrestling with him.