Chapter 1167 The Ultimate Death Battle (I)

Two hours is enough time to do a lot of things, such as watching a movie, taking a nap, eating a hot pot, and there is a great possibility that those SS madmen who disregarded the losses and went crazy would break through the positions of the small village in front of them.

The fierce attack at all costs did not take long to reap a very ideal return. Malashenko, who already had a serious shortage of troops, could not withstand such a crazy continuous attack.

The remaining more than 30 tanks seemed to be a lot, but there were few left after they were evenly distributed to the positions in the four directions of the village.

Malashenko, who personally commanded the battle in the west of the village, led the main tank battalion to do his best, but still could not stop the rolling forward German black iron stream. The SS tanks that rushed up against the fierce direct firepower of the Soviet heavy tanks quickly broke into the position.

"Back up! Don't let the enemy get close to us, keep your distance from them!"

Just by the momentum of those high-speed SS medium tanks rushing forward, Malashenko could guess with his feet that these damn SS were definitely going to repeat their old tricks and stage another close-range surprise attack.

The Stalin heavy tanks that were responsible for direct fire support began to reverse slowly, and the SS tanks that had been rolling over the trenches in the dust were accelerating and rushing forward.

The Red Army soldiers who lost the direct anti-armor fire cover were ready and knew what was going to happen next. The bayonets hanging on the top of the guns flashed silver, the shovel sickle held tightly in the hands was cold, and the bullets filled with PPSh had already been loaded on the gun chamber!

"Comrades! Smash the fascist invaders and defend the motherland! Ura!"

It was unknown which commander or political worker took the lead in jumping out of the trenches and shouted loudly. The Red Army soldiers who had just been crushed by the enemy's tank tracks also jumped out of the trenches in unison, holding their weapons tightly in their hands.

A deafening battle slogan was then heard by the SS armored grenadiers who had not yet jumped into the trenches.

Ura-Ra--

The cruel battle of waiting for the enemy to erode the trenches and exhausting will and flesh and blood bit by bit, like yesterday's battle, did not take place. Instead, it was replaced by an infantry charge led by Major Valosha himself.

Although the strength and attack range of this infantry charge were quite limited, it only mobilized the soldiers in the slightly rear trenches to the front-line trenches at the forefront of the battle. But the high morale battle cry that was mobilized in just this moment still scared the unprepared SS on the spot.

"Are the Russians crazy? What are they going to do!?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to die, shoot!"

"Fire, fire, fire quickly! Shoot those Russians back!"

The SS soldiers realized that something was wrong and the battle was completely different from what they expected. They wanted to use the automatic firepower advantage to block the enemy's charge.

But these SS soldiers forgot that it was they who took the initiative to close the distance with the enemy, not others.

Now is the time for them, as the attackers, to enter the position and start the battle for the position. The close combat environment is completely caused by their own subjective hands. Now if they want to play to their strengths and avoid weaknesses and take advantage of their advantages, I am afraid it will be too late to regret it.

The SS submachine gunner who raised the MP40 submachine gun in his hand had no time to pull the trigger, and the Red Army submachine gunner who rushed to the front of the team had already fired the PPSh submachine gun in his arms.

A burst of water-splashing bullets with extremely high firing speed immediately caused a burst of blood mist on the chest. The SS submachine gunner, who felt that his whole body was heavier than lead, immediately fell on his back. There was no chance to suppress firepower in the last few dozen meters of the charge. Everything was too late.

He rushed to the enemy with a hoarse roar, and the bayonet Mosin-Nagant held tightly in his hand stabbed directly into the enemy's chest, and blood splashed everywhere.

The SS armored grenadier with a ferocious face fell slowly. Another SS soldier with a jammed submachine gun on the side directly used the gun as a baseball bat and swung it over. With the fierce force that almost smashed the folding buttstock away, he knocked the Red Army soldier who had not yet drawn the bayonet to the ground on the spot.

Before the Red Army soldier who was almost knocked unconscious had time to struggle to get up, the SS soldier who drew out the dagger from his waist with a strange cry immediately pounced on him and tried to kill his opponent. The two people representing different camps immediately wrestled with each other. In the end, only one person was destined to get up alive.

As soon as this bloody and cruel battle for the position began, it entered a state of extreme deterioration at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those SS infantrymen who thought that with the assistance of the armored forces, they could quickly seize a small position and gain a foothold, wait for the follow-up troops to arrive continuously, and continue to expand the follow-up results, soon found out that they were so wrong.

Those fearless Russians actually dared to launch a counterattack at this time!

The elite of the Skeleton Division, who were caught off guard in an instant, were a little overwhelmed for a while. Those Russians who came up and beat them up in close combat without explanation were just like a group of unreasonable battlefield hooligans!

"Machine gun! Where are our machine guns! Shoot those Russians down!"

"Help me! I'm surrounded, ahhhh!!!"

"Don't retreat! Hold this position, support is coming soon!"

The SS at the forefront was under tremendous pressure and casualties, almost on the verge of collapse.

The SS officers fighting with their soldiers shouted loudly, trying their best to prevent the collapse that was about to happen.

The two infantry units, who refused to give up easily, were still fighting desperately, and the Red Army soldiers who were bit by bit devouring and squeezing the enemy's psychological and physical double defense lines were about to make a breakthrough.

But at this time, the second wave of German troops with unimaginable support speed came immediately.

The commander of the Skeleton Division, who was under tremendous pressure from Hausser, gambled on his glory, his soldiers, and everything he had, and poured all the remaining strength into the small village that was about to be submerged in the black iron stream.

The SDKFZ 251 half-track vehicle, which had been throttled all the way, was barely stable, and the MG42 cloth tearing machine mounted on the roof of the convertible was suppressing and firing crazily.

More SS infantrymen kicked the door open and filed out from the rear of the vehicle, picking up the weapons in their hands and rushing directly to the battlefield in front of them with the support of machine gun suppression fire. The scales of battle once again began to shake violently in the direction of Germany.